A/N: Hey guys! So, like I promised, here's the next chapter of WWWAB. I've made my decision, and thanks again to all of those opinions out there, sooooooooooo YES I AM WRITING SMUT! There IS a lemon in this chapter, thought I'd give y'all a heads up ;) This chapter comes right off the beginning of 1x15, and from now on each chapter is basically gonna be an episode. And after this chapter, allllll Author's notes will be at the end of the chapter. Also, I just want to clarify that anytime Cara or Damon starts to talk, and it goes into a 'back-n-forth' thing, it's just them finishing each other's sentences the way they do.

************************************************** ************************************************** *********************************************** I found the original ring I had in mind for Cara's wedding ring, and I posted the new link on my profile. I haven't found her daylight ring yet, But I'll let y'all know when I do. Just thought some of you might be interested in the details, but let me know if you don't!And for you fashionistas out there, I post ALL of Cara's important outfits on my profile, too, so check them out each chapter to see what's new! ************************************************** ************************************************** ***********************************************

Disclaimer: I do not own TVD or any of it's characters


Cara's POV

"Heyyyyyyyy! I foundd more vodadidka," I slurred, struggling to get that last word out...

I might be drunk.

Damon and I raided the college campus. There was uh...party at one of the uh...What's it called? It's like, the place where the students live but it's not an apartment... and they're like, all living together in a big house but they're like, a club?

OH yah!

There was a party at one of the sororities.

Anyways, we crashed it and brought a few of the student back to our place... Now we're dancing around with half naked sorority girls and guys, blood and alcohol in the air! Right now I'm a hooked on some nerdy blonde. Virgin's blood is sweeter than normal.

"Good because Iiiii ran out of bourbon!" Damon exclaimed. I tossed him the bottle of clear, fiery liquid and he caught it from across the room. I was about to bite back into my nerd's neck, when the lights flick on.

"Nooo! Buzzkill Bob," Damon groaned.

The music suddenly stopped, and I looked up to find Stefan staring at me a little too long for what I'm wearing...Or should I say not wearing? I'm only in a tank and some lace boyshort underwear.

"Greeeetings," I slurred. Yeah.. I'm one of those girls who slurs her words when she's drunk.

"Can we all talk? Without the...Tri-Delts," he asked.

"Anything you sayy, you can sayy in front of themm," I sheepishly smiled.

"They're really good at keeping secrets," Damon added. Stefan glared at him, and signaled us to walk into the other room. So I finished up with the blonde, (I think his name was Patrick) and Damon and I headed over to talk to Stefan, leaving the drunk/compelled college kids on the couch.

I took back my bottle of vodka, though. Mama needs her alcohol.

"You're worried about us? Awwww that's nice," I said, "But don't be- I'm fine! Why wouldn't I be?"

"We just spent the last 145 years with one serious goal: get in that tomb. We succeeded!" Damon argued.

"-granted Katherine wasn't in there, so we couldn't torture for all of the shit she did to us,"

"But why dwell?" Damon finished.

I chuckled and stepped closer to Stefan, releasing Damon's arm slung around my waist, "You know, Steffy, it's so liberating not having a Master Plan, because then we can do whatever the hell we want!"

I laughed out loud, bringing a few small snorts with me.

"We'll be free! Finally, no skipping my daily sexy-time so we can investigate some old high school teacher!" Damon exclaimed, and nuzzled my neck drunkenly, pulled me back into him and draped both of his arms back around my waist. Stefan rolled his eyes.

I just snuggled more into him :)

"That's kiind of what I'm afraid of..." he turned around and started to walk away.

"Naww don't worry! I promise we'll put a sock on the door this time... Plus, I haven't killed anyone in...Wayyy too long," I stated. He turned back around,

"And what about those college kids?"

"Will end up in their dorm...With headaches... I think they blacked out," Damon answered.

"Business azzzz usual," I sighed, "Obviously you didn't pull us over her for a pep-talk,"

"So spill it, Brother," Damon commanded.

"There was a woman you may have known a few years back. Named Isobel, in North Carolina at Duke."

"You wanna discuss the women who've screwed us over in the past right now? Seriously?" Damon scoffed.

"You killed her," Stefan stated.

"What's your point?" I asked.

"I just wanna know if you remember anything about her,"

"That's like finding a needle in a haystack, Stefan!" I groaned.

"Well think hard, its important."

Damon slapped his hand on Stefan's shoulder, leaned in real close, and whispered,

"Nothing is important. Not anymore," he leaned back and stumbled against me, "Great chat!"

"We have to go now, though... TTFN, said the Tri-Delt!" I giggled and Damon swooped me over his shoulder and carried me out.

Knowing after years and years of futile attempts at getting him to put me down by smacking him, beating his back, and cursing loudly, that I wouldn't be put down unless it was boring to Damon or if I was put down we'd do something sexual.. So, I just sighed, and hung uselessly over his shoulder.

"I really can't get over the twenty first century's clothing because Baby, your butt is really working those jeans." I said, giving his aforementioned butt a little pat.

What I didn't expect was him to then smack my butt in return harder than I had patted his, which hurt like HELL because,

1. His hand is huge

2. I'm only wearing underwear! Owchiez :(

"So is yours, baby," He replied.

"Keep your hands off my merchandise. I'm not having a sale today," I said, and then paused after a while, before starting to pretend to play the bongos on his butt.

Any second now he'll probably drop me on my ass.

"Cara Ann Salvatore, if you carry on playing the bongos on my ass, I'll drop you on yours," Damon warned me.

"It's like you're in my head. That's scary!"

"I am a vampire, I'm supposed to be scary."

"I'm not afraid of you! I am five times your age, mister! Treat your elders with respect!" I scoffed.

"I can barely respect you when I have that image of you in my mind from '97, when we stayed at Caesars Palace and you-" he teased. I cut him off, a blush rising in my cheeks.

"-EVEN if I did think you're scary, I'd think back to 1942, when we were in London during an air raid, and you cuddled me the whole night because I've always been scared of loud noises. Which is really weird if you think about it…when did my fear of loud noises even start? I'll bet it had something to do with you..." I trailed off.

I also seem to lose my sense of focus often...Even when I'm sober.

Wow! A vampire with ADD! Who'da thunk?

Well, atleast I changed the subject!

"Why are you blaming me because you're a scaredy cat?" He exclaimed.

"I am not a scaredy cat! I'm a sexy cat," I flirted. I knew this was the way to get him to put me down... Plus, It's been wayyy too long since we've had any fun! And I miss Little Damon ;) if ya know what I mean

"Yes, yes you are..." Damon suddenly stood me on my feet, and pressed me into him.

"Meeeow," I purred, and pawed at his chest like a cat. Doing so I undid the first three buttons on his shirt.

"You're definitely the most seductive kitty I've laid my eyes on," I softly moaned as his lips began to trail kisses from the top of my neck to my collarbones.

"Damon..."

"I need you..." Damon growled. Before I had time to protest, (why would I, anyways?) he ran us up to our bedroom at inhuman speed. I grabbed his hand and ran him into the bathroom playfully.

I stood there with my bare feet on the cold, white marble in front of the shower when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror; my long, auburn tresses were a curly, crazy mess, falling now to the middle of my ass, leaving streaks of dry blood. The red liquid also marred my lips and some drips down my chin-I'm somewhat of a messy eater. When I turn back to Damon, suddenly he is right in front of me, trailing his hands under my top, most likely trying to unhook my bra.

The look on his face was priceless when he realized I wasn't wearing one.

"I love you, you know that?" he smirked.

He crashed his lips onto mine hungrily, bringing my face to his by cupping my cheeks. We quickly undressed one another, I heard him turn on the hot water and as soon as we stepped in the shower steamy water hit my shoulder blades and neck. I tilted my head back and let the water soak through my tangled mane, the water turning reddish-pink from the blood as Damon kissed down my neck. I began to softly sing as I let the water hit my body and relax, and I knew the perfect tune...

"Baby you my everything, you all I ever wanted. We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it. You be up on everything, other hoes ain't ever on it. I want this forever, baby, I could spend whatever on it..."

I could feel Damon smirk against my skin, and I could feel his hardness pressing against my lower back. He turned me around and brought his lips back up to mine and kissed me savagely, and I immediately sobered up. His tongue massaged mine, and I could taste the blood and bourbon. He started to kiss across my jaw, and whispered in my ear.

"Seven. Excruciating. Days." He moved closer to me so that the water hit both of us and my breasts were touching his toned chest. I reached up and ran a hand through his wet jet black hair, grinding my hips softly into him causing him to suppress a deep, throaty groan. I felt his cock against my stomach and his hands softly roamed my body as we began to kiss again roughly, our tongues battling for dominance. I turned him around and backed him up against the wall, kissing his lips with slight roughness as my arms snaked around his neck. I nipped at his lower lip as his hands trailed their way to my legs, hitching one up to his waist.

"I don't think so, baby girl," He turned us so I was against the wall and our foreheads were together.

"Who are you calling a baby?" I smiled sweetly at him, and let my fangs come out to play. He reached to my face, tracing his thumbs over the veins beneath my bright blue/green eyes.

"God, you drive me crazy!" His face transformed as well, and kissed my neck leaving small love bites here and there, not caring whether anyone saw them or not.

Damon gripped my thighs, lifting me up as I wrapped my legs around him, I whimpered softly as I felt the tip of his length at my entrance, slightly teasing before inserting himself into where I needed him the most.

"Fuck, baby you're so tight.." he groaned. I could feel my walls expanding, getting readjusted to his size. It's been so long since we've made love..

I wrapped my arms around his neck and let my head fall back against the tile of the wall out of pure pleasure. The water was running right behind Damon, just leaving a thick trail of steam in our glorious shower. A moan escaped my lips as he squeezed at my thighs, holding me where I was. He leant his forehead against mine and gazed into my eyes, crystalline meeting a turquoise blue-green. Damon thrusted excruciatingly slow, each time he pulled out I clenched around him, not wanting the moment to end.

"Drink from me," he moaned. I didn't care that I'd just drained two humans, Damon's blood would always be my sanctuary. I leaned my head forward onto his shoulder and I bit his neck, a strong stream of blood flowed into my mouth, with that familiar sweetness of vampire blood.

I dug my heels into his ass, urging him to go faster and he held me up against the marble wall.

I detached my lips from his wound, and raked my nails down his muscular back, leaving trails of blood. I felt him bite into my own neck, the blood sharing intensified.

"Shit...Baby, I'm almost there!"

"Cum for me, baby," he cursed, as I felt his cock twitch inside of me. He reached between us and rubbed my clit, sending me over the edge. He kissed me hard as we both came down from our high. Damon let me down after a moment and wrapped his arms around my waist and leant down to rest his forehead on mine. We were both breathing heavily under the now room-temperature water.

"Shit, Damon..." I said.

"Well, Cara... I guess our maximum limit has been established..." he breathed.

"What do you mean?" I asked. He brushed the wet, blood red hair out of my face.

"I mean, a week is just too long. Let's not let teenagers get in the way of our sex life again, because I've had a hard-on since we got here and this is the first time you've done something about it," he smirked.

"Speaking of change," I turned around to face him, "I wanted your opinion on something..."

"My opinion on what?" he looked at me curiously.

"Well, my hair is getting awfully long, so I thought I'd get it cut...But I think you should decide what I should do with it this time," he smiled.

"Such an honor you give me! The famous curls of Cara Ann, all left to me! Hmmm..." he tapped his chin in mockery. I slapped him in his giant bicep.

"Okay, okay, we're serious here. Well, I love it long the way it is now... But there is one thing I'd change," In mid sentence Damon turned the water off, and stepped out. I followed him and he stood me in front of the mirror, and tossed my wet hair. Secluded strands of hair fell in front of my face, falling over my eyes and the ends grazing the tip of my nose.

"These. You should grow them out, no more bangs. They cover your face too much, I think." I smiled at him sweetly,

"Okay. Whatever the prince wants, the prince gets. Because you're my Damey-Poo," I poked his nose.

He pouted, and faster than you can say "offended" Damon grabbed a large, white fluffy towel from the rack and whipped it around the two us us.

"Damon, we just showered!" I scolded.

"And you just called me Damey-Poo!" He scolded back.

"Okay, I guess I can admit that was a bad one..." Damon pressed his naked self into me again, wrapping the towel tighter around us, leaving me completely trapped.

"Seriously? I'd still like to go into town before evening, and if you start this we'll never leave the house," I argued.

"What can I say? I enjoy being pressed up against your hot, wet, naked body." He waggled his eyebrows at me. I decided I'd had enough of Damon for now, so I ripped the towel off of us, took it for myself to dry off properly, and left Damon naked in the middle of our bathroom.

I threw on a pair of jeans and a navy sweater, because I figured we'd head to the Grill for another drink...

I didn't even bother with makeup, and I threw my too-long hair into a bun. My bangs didn't even fall out like they used too, they'd grown so long in the past few weeks. Damon put on his usual all-black outfit (which always seemed to contrast against my normal floral patterns and bright colors) and in no time we were walking up to the bar at the Mystic Grill.

"Bourbon," Damon and I ordered at the same time and I sat down next to the unexpected Alaric Saltzman.

"Behold...The Teacher. Got some papers to grade?" Damon drawled.

"It's more fun with a buzz."

"Most things in life are, Ric. Can I call you Ric? I'm gonna call you Ric..." I stated. Like I said...Vampire with ADD.

"Yep. Being sober's...Depressing," Damon added. Alaric turned to Damon,

"You don't strike me as someone who gets depressed," he pointed out.

"You say that like you know me..?"

"I say that like I know you have a beautiful fiance to keep you out of depression."

I smiled at him. I could feel Damon tense up a bit next to me and I looked to him finding just what I suspected: the "my-fiance-may-be-hot-but-she's-all-mine" look. Alaric obviously felt a bit weird sensing Damon's reaction, so he just politely smiled back at me and finished off his drink, then stood up.

"You two have a good afternoon."

"Not likely, but thanks anyway." I gave him a small wave, just as the Sheriff (and my good friend) approaches us.

"Daytime drinking, huh?"

"Oh, Liz! It's all the rage," I smiled.

"So, Cara... I hope you won't mind," she referred to Damon, "but if you're free tonight I could really use a favor." she asked.

She may have asked, but my mind was definitely in a different place..

"Have you ever been so content and in love with your plans in life, and then had somebody just rip it all away from you?" I asked, point blank.

Stupid Katherine.

"You forget I was married..."

"Ohhhh yeah. Gay husband- Too bad," I finished. There was a bit of an awkward pause, them Damon tapped the bartender's shoulder.

"She'll have what we're having. Come on, Liz. Sit down," he offered. The bartender brought her drink, and she took a big gulp of the fiery liquid.

"So, what kind of favor requires stripping me of my other half?" Damon asked, snaking his arm around my waist.

"Oh, yeah- So, there's this fundraiser here tonight that the Founder's Council is throwing. The town's most eligible bachelors get raffled off for dates, and Carol Lockwood was supposed to host it, but she came down with the flu and can't make it... Would you mind taking her place?"

"I guess it doesn't seem too bad," Damon told me.

"Sure, I'll do it." Liz smiled and started to get up.

"Wait, could you do one thing for us in return?" Damon asked.

She turned back around as I shot Damon a questioning look, "What do you need?" she asked.

"Could you get information on someone? Alaric Saltzman, the history teacher... There's just something a little bit off with him. Wanna make sure that the high school did their homework on this guy,"

"You got it. See you tonight!" she left, and I held in my laughter. He gets annoyed with anyone commenting on me or my looks! It's so overly protective, yet he wouldn't be Damon if he wasn't like that.

"What's so funny?"

I squeezed his shoulders, "Alaric made one polite comment about me, and you want to give him a background check."

"Maybe that bothered me a bit..." I rolled my eyes, "But still. I feel like we still don't know enough about this guy."

"Sure, babe. Now, let's go get me prettied up for the town!"

I shot down the last of my drink as Damon paid the tab. We drove back to the Boarding House, arguing over why I didn't need him to come and how boring it would be for him. He ended up insisting on it, since he didn't want any of the bachelors hitting on me. We went upstairs to get dressed, and as I changed into the appropriate lingerie I spotted Damon struggling with the buttons on his shirt.

"Help a guy out?" he gave me puppy eyes.

Ohhh those puppy eyes! Who can't resist?

"Sure," I walked over and buttoned up his dark blue shirt, slowly I might add. I heard the front door close and I firgured Stefan was home.

"I like you in blue. It bring out your eyes," I did the top button and pecked him on the lips, then turned away.

"Then I'll wear blue more often. You know I'd do anything to get into your pants," he grabbed me from behind and smashed me back into his body.

"Let me get dressed, ya perv!" I chuckled.

"Neverrr!" he fell back onto the bed, bringing me down on top of him in just my white lacy panties and matching strapless bra. He flipped us over, so he was hovering over my half-naked body.

"Seriously, Damon. Stefan JUST got home!" I easily pushed Damon off of me, and looked back to see him huff on the bed as I walked to the closet to pick out my outfit.

I decided to go with something simple and semi-formal, cause I don't want to take the attention away from the single ladies out there. I picked out a light pink/cream collared dress, with some navy ankle cut heels, and a cropped jean jacket. I added a pink and gold chain belt to match pink pearl studs and a gold-studded handbag.

I went into the bathroom and pinned a front section of my hair back and ran some product through my curls to keep them intact. I drew a bit of navy blue eyeliner around my eyes, giving them small winged edges and then brushed a bit of dark brown/black mascara through my eyelashes to give them a little more volume.

I walked back out to see Elena looking around our room.

"Stefan? You in here?" Damon walked out of the closet and threw a couple of blazers onto the bed,

"Better: Me," he drawled. I went over to Elena,

"Would you mind? Damon's just gonna unzip it if I ask him," I lifted my hair, revealing the half-done zipper in my dress.

"Sure...So, I found my birth mother," Elena started.

"Who cares?" Damon interrupted. She finished with my zipper and I turned to her, and touched her arm comfortingly.

"She left you-She sucks." She smiled at me in return.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" Damon asked.

"Sefan's taking me to the fundraiser."

"You should buy a ticket anyway- it'll reflect well on my hosting abilities."

"You're hosting tonight, Cara?"

"Yup. Carol Lockwood's out with the flu- Liz asked me to fill in," I finished just as Stefan walked in.

"Oh...Stefan! There you are," Elena walked over to her boyfriend

"Cara...Damon," he greeted.

Gosh... He's so broody. You'd think that after living on this planet for over a hundred and sixty years he'd think to loosen up a little!

Damon groaned suddenly, and I walked over to him as he said,

"Gah! I need a bigger jacket...You know, that sorority girl kind of filled me out a bit!" He patted his aformentioned stomach. I chuckled and handed him the other jacket on the bed.

"Shut up, D. You're perfectly sculpted."

"And don't you forget it," Damon smiled and we walked out of the room, leaving the two lovebirds in our room...alone...

Eww! They better not do anything in there. Damon and I went downstairs, and apparently we were going slow because just as we walked into the parlour Stefan came down and met us next to the coffee tabe.

"Where'd your girlfriend go?" my fiance asked.

"She's already headed to the Grill. I uh...Wanted to talk to you two."

Stefan handed me a picture of a woman with dark brown hair & eyes.

"This is the woman, Isobel...From North Carolina. Remember her now?"

"Who wants to know?" I ask.

"I do."

"Who else?" Damon pressures.

"Did you kill her?"

Oooh, so this is important! Stefan answered our question with another question... Gotta give him a dead end.

"Sorry, don't know her. Come on, Damon. The Real Housewives of Mystic Falls await!" I pulled Damon outside and we climbed into his car. We drove to the grill to find Liz waiting for us in the carpark. We climed oiiut of the Camaro and walked over to Liz, seeing she had a file in hand.

"I ran the check on the history teacher, thought I'd give it to you before you head up on stage."

"How's it look?" Damon asks.

"He checks out- couple of speeding tickets is all. Sad story, though. Turns out his wife went missing a few years back in North Carolina at Duke." This caught my attention.

That woman Stefan kept grilling us about was from North Carolina, and he thinks we killed her..

"North Carolina...She have a name?" I looked at Damon and raised my eyebrows,

Great minds think alike.

"Isobel." Liz showed us a paper with a print of her driver's liscense...

Just as I suspected, it was the same girl.

"Isobel..." I murmured. Damon and I turned Alaric's wife! No wonder he's so weird with us...

I pulled Damon aside after thanking Liz.

"There ya have it. He wants revenge, he thinks we killed his wife," I said.

"We better let him know not to do anything drastic. I don't want a mess," Damon replied.

"Well, I know the perfect way to slip it out without getting any attention...But I better get up there, everyone's getting antsy for this thing to start. Wish me luck!" Damon kissed me tenderly on the lips and I walked up to the stage and spoke into the mic.

"Welcome! I'm so glad all of you could be here for this great evening. Sadly, Mrs. Lockwood couldn't make it, so I'll be your MC tonight. Fpr those of you who don't know me..." I did a little improv-introduction for myself... It basically went like this:

'Blah blah blah, from a founding family, blah blah blah, young and in love, blah blah blah, embarrassing Stefan, blah blah.'

"...So without further adieu, The Most Eligible Bachelors of Mystic Falls! Let's give them a round of applause," I clapped. I introduced all of the bachelors, saying nice things about each and every one of them.

Even number 3. And he was a plumber.

"Now, last but not least, Bachelor Number 4: Alaric Saltzman. Oh, hi Ric!" The audience laughed.

"So, what do you do, Alaric?" I patted his shoulder.

"I'm a teacher at Mystic Falls High."

"Beauty and brains, ladies. This one's a keeper!" I winked at the audience and turned back to Ric.

"What do ya teach?"

"History."

"That's great! Very knowledgeable man, are you? So, Ric. Do you have any hobbies? Fishing, reading, sports, like to travel?" I asked, leading him right into my trap...

"I've never traveled really. I did move here from North Carolina, if you call that traveling!" he joked, the audience laughed.

"Near the Duke campus? I took a few classes there in my college days, didn't your wife go there?"

Alaric's face went blank.

"My fiance and I had drinks with her once, she was a great girl! Did I ever tell you that? She was...delicious." I smirked at him.

and BAM. Cat's outta the bag.

"Well, there was your last chance to buy a raffle ticket! Let's start the drawing, yeah?" I walked over to the bowl of raffle tickets as all of the guys walked off stage. I called out numbers and all that, and was greeted my Damon at the bar.

"Great job, Cara. Perfectly discreet," he smiled.

"I had to rub it in... just a little," I smiled back.

"You did what I would've done, and I love ya for it!" We walked towards the door, ready to leave, when Elena rammed into us.

"Woah, there," I said.

"Did you enjoy it? Rubbing it in to Alaric Saltzman?" she asked. She sounded angry...

"What?" Damon asked.

"Just as I thought there was something redeemable about you two!"

"Elena," Stefan cooed. I looked over to him,

"Are we missing something here?"

"Did I forget to mention, earlier when we were talking about my birthmother," I turned back around to Elena, "the one that gave me up?"

"Mhmm," Damon smirked.

"Her name was Isobel," she spat.

My smile dropped.

"So go ahead. Reminisce about how you killed her," she stormed off and Stefan went after her.


As soon as we'd gotten home I started a bath. I'm sat in this glorious steamy tub, filled with my favorite lavender bubble mix. My head under the hot water, muffling all of the sounds around me. The only thing I would hear is my heartbeat...

My undead heartbeat.

I lifted my head from the water, and decided a forty-minutes bath without breathing is a new record. I hear some sort of struggle coming from the parlour. At inhuman speed I dried myself off and threw on a camisole and some random pair of Damon's boxers, and sped downstairs to see Alaric with a stake in his chest, lying on the floor in front of the fireplace. Damon was casually sitting on the couch with a glass of bourbon.

"What the hell happened?!"

"He came in here with a stake in hand, right after you got in the bath." I climbed over the couch, not bothering to walk around it, and sat down right next to Damon, tucking my right foot under my butt.

"What did he say?"

"He was looking for Isobel, dumb enough. He said he saw us feeding on her and then he asked which one of us killed her..." he trailed off. I scoffed.

"He didn't realize how much she was dying to become vampire? No pun intended..."

Damon smiled at me.

"Nope," he said, popping the 'p'.

"Well, he must've know about her interest in our species... I mean, she came to me, and begged for it. I just thought it'd be nice to share her with you."

"Exactly. So, then he came at me with the stake and I turned it back on him. Hence the staking," He gestured to Ric.

"Well, let's leave this for Stefan to clean up. I'm ready for bed," I kissed Damon on the cheek and stood up. He just sat there.

"Come ooon, D. I'm tired!" I reached my hands out for him to help him get up, but he just grabbed me and pulled me on top of him.

"Only if we cuddle first!"


A/N: Well there it is! Song creds for the little line Cara sang in the shower go to "Best I Ever Had" by Drake... I love that song-you should give it a listen! I hope you liked the chapter, and please, please review! Tell me what you want in the next one! More Elena bashing? More of Cara/Damon fluff? Or more smutty smut smut ;)

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