Damon hadn't been this angry in very long time.
He told her to stay away from Tyler. What happens when you don't listen to Damon? You get kidnapped by the damn pack, and tortur-
Damon snarled, having to physically restrain himself. He didn't want anybody to see how much Caroline's abduction truly affected him.
And it unfortunately did effect him. It was too close, too much like Rose, but worse because it was Caroline.
He couldn't decide whether Jules or Tyler would be tortured. Maybe both.
Damon sighed and pinched his nose, trying to calm himself. There was no point in getting all worked up. They—mostly him—were going to kill them all one way or another and then he'll have to see what to do about Caroline. But... he would wait for the moment and let Stefan negotiate. They wanted Caroline alive after all.
The fact that he was included into "they" was disheartening.
Damon needed to kill something.
Caroline was tired. She felt odd in that, lately, she'd become so accustomed to having her emotions going haywire that now, after everything she's been through and Tyler... well, it was like her emotions were all used up and needed to recharge, and in the mean time she was left with nothing.
She felt better after Elena and Bonnie visited. She had a good cry, felt loved, and decided to not dwell on it further. Except things were different now.
Something deep within her was... different. She couldn't put her finger on it.
"Hey," Caroline greeted quietly. She wasn't sure how long Damon had been there as she brooded in silence, but he remained quiet and still.
Suddenly he was in front of her, staring with an intensity that made her feel bare. Yet, not a word was spoken, but it still felt like she had told him everything; the confusion and the emptiness that seemed to have taken refuge inside her.
"I'm sorry," Caroline whispered. If she had just listened to him...
"Shut up." Damon let out an unnecessary breath, somehow losing steam. It looked like he was at a loss at what to do—he'd probably been planning to yell at her, scold her, or bring up the ever adored "I told you so". Caroline smiled wryly before leaning her forehead onto his chest, clutching his shirt loosely. She didn't need sex, but she needed the comfort of his presence. Damon didn't move for a moment, but after a minute his hands wrapped around her shoulders, and they just stayed there. Just for a little while. Caroline just needed time to adjust.
"Thanks," Caroline whispered, her voice hoarse. Damon said nothing, but didn't move.
They were there until the sun rose.