It was unbearably frustrating. Every fiber of his being was yelling at him to just end her life.

But then some tiny part of him whispered... well, something else and before he had a chance to decipher it, his body was already listening.

It was annoying and very... human of him. The thought made his scowl deepen.

In the end, however, it was hard to watch her suffer, and he ended Roses life in what had been the oddest kill yet. There had been no joy in it at all.

"Brooding?"

Damon turned to the voice, raising an eyebrow at the cheerful smile the girl gave him. It disappeared once she took a hold of his appearance.

"Ew." Damon was in her face the next moment, observing the way she looked into his eyes without fear; in defiance.

"What? Decided to see if I was okay?" Damon rolled his eyes. His tone held a dreamlike quality and he wondered how much more he'd drank in the fifteen minutes he'd been home. He honestly couldn't remember.

"Wow," Caroline murmured, looking down at her feet. "This is awkward."

Damon looked down at her head with furrowed eyebrows. Her voice was perfectly light, but the tension was still there. It wasn't exactly visible, but Damon just kind of knew Blondie—a lot more than he was willing to admit at the moment. The thought made him frown.

"I actually wanted to have sex," she admitted, not looking him in the eye. Whether it was out of actual embarrassment or to prevent his view of the actual emotion she felt, it didn't really matter.

None of it mattered.

His mouth was on her in the next second, devouring it, almost as if seeking comfort in the physical act. She squeaked into his mouth, tasting the booze, and partially dried blood that was smeared across his face, and covering his torso.

Caroline didn't understand why she was responding to the almost desperate and certainly sloppy kiss Damon was attacking her with. His visage at the moment was hardly that of the irresistible villain persona he normally carried, but her hands still found themselves wrapping around his neck.

She had no disillusionment of what Damon would be like when she arrived for an impromptu visit. Elena had given her a quick rundown of what had happened earlier that day. After coming up with hundreds of different reasons to not bother Damon—twenty-five percent of them consisting of not wanting to die again—she still found herself heading toward the Salvatore Mansion sometime in the wee hours of the morning.

She hadn't actually talked or seen him in a bit, not since he'd order Caroline to stay away from Tyler—and she blatantly ignored those specific orders even after she helped him during his first full moon—and she hoped she didn't make things awkward.

However, Caroline still hadn't been surprised by Damon's look. Reeking of alcohol and drenched in human blood—was probably, admittedly, expecting it.

But Damon didn't need pity or comfort, at least, not in the way humans normally expressed it. So Caroline didn't just let Damon ravish her.

No—she kissed him back just as fiercely; furiously pushing, pulling, biting. They snarled at each other when they became difficult and the kisses and touches devolved into a bare form of wrestling where neither got the upper hand.

It was barbaric, it was different, it was something neither had ever experienced before, and by the end of it, they were in the cellar naked, exhausted, and thirsty for human blood.

"That was... weird. But not in a bad way. I think," Caroline expressed quietly.

"...You're coming along rather nicely," Damon commented. He hadn't held back, but neither had she. It had been rather liberating in a sense that it hadn't been very human at all.

Because he wasn't—human that was. And didn't want to pretend to be.

Damon wondered if Blondie had realized that she had lost her humanity the day she was turned. Wondered if being around Bonnie and Elena made it easier or harder to pretend she was human.

Damon wondered, but didn't ask.


This isn't a drabble series anymore, and I seem to be following canon. I can't just end it where it is, but I don't want it to be too long either. I should probably change the summary, because I have no idea what I'm doing with this anymore.