A/N – So glad you guys liked the last chapter…I liked it too. Quick shout-out to TeamStefanBitches. I got 5 :D's for the last chapter. That's gotta be a rave review since I normally only get 1 or 2 :D's. So thanks for that. Loved the season premiere, but was anyone else kind of hoping that Elena wouldn't be able to get her fingertips in the blood, and just die already? Whatever, I digress. Anyway the scenes between Caroline and Klaus/Tyler (Kyler) made my night. So don't forget to review cause I definitely love them, all of them. Another shout-out to Starzee for the inspiration for this chapter. Laters, T-
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"You promised you would let me kill zombies! I want to kill zombies!" Caroline screamed at Damon's back as she stomped her foot. Slowly Damon turned, but as Caroline continued to yell, Damon's face turned into Klaus' then turned again into an evil brain munching zombie.
"Aaah!" Caroline yelped as she bolted upright in her bed drenched in a cold sweat. Woah. Caroline rubbed her hands over her face as she tried to push the images of her dream out of her head. As the dream slowly faded away, some very real, very 'R' rated images of the night before came flooding in. Caroline looked down at her naked body, then next to her, to the empty spot on her bed where Damon was mere hours before. The panic in her rose quickly and she began to hyperventilate. There was only one thing that could fix this.
Caroline scurried out of her room as she fumbled with her robe and made a mad dash for the kitchen. Ransacking the pantry she finally found what she was looking for. Oreo's. Success! Grabbing the package of Oreo's, Caroline moved her way into the living room and plopped down on the couch.
Two packages of Oreo's and six episodes of Jersey Shore later, Caroline had yet to catch a sighting of a certain raven haired Salvatore. Damon's constant disappearing acts after any intimate moment between the two was seriously starting to give Caroline a complex.Stomping up to her room Caroline quickly got dressed then headed straight for Stefan's room. Hearing gasps and moans coming from the other side of Stefan's closed door, Caroline hesitated for a moment before knocking as she struggled not to throw up all over the floor. Caroline covered her ears with her hands as she tried to muffle out the 'oh yeah's' coming from Elena, and the 'arrrrghs' coming from Stefan, and damn her supersonic hearing, and tapped on the door with her foot. Caroline could hear Elena screech as she rolled and hit the floor, she could also hear Stefan cursing quite loudly as he hopped towards the door while fumbling with his pants. Caroline scrunched her eyes shut and kept her hands over her ears as Stefan swung the door open.
"What do you want Caroline?" Stefan asked clearly annoyed by the interruption. Caroline slowly opened her eyes and stole a glance past Stefan to see Elena crumpled on the floor, desperately trying to cover herself with the bed sheet.
"Um, have you seen Damon today?" Caroline asked as she moved her eyes back to Stefan. Sighing loudly, Stefan raked his fingers through his hair.
"Uh, this morning. He said he was going to The Grille I think. He didn't look like he was in a very good mood Care. You might want to just leave him alone today." Seriously?!
"Yeah, whatever, thanks Stefan!" Caroline said as she sprinted for the stairs and out the door straight to her Escalade.
Ten minutes later Caroline was parked in front of The Grille, staring at Damon's blue Camaro parked across the street. Caroline grabbed a baseball bat that was laying in the backseat and hopped out of the Escalade. In a flash, Caroline was standing next to the car, bat raised, ready to smash out the driver side window, when suddenly she heard a loud groan come from behind her. Quickly she turned and swung her bat at the approaching zombie's head. Once the zombie fell, Caroline continued to bash at its head until it was pulverized mush. Deciding not to smash in Damon's windows, Caroline opted instead to smear the bloodied bat along the blue paint as she headed for the entrance to The Grille.
"You've got some nerve Damon Salvatore!" Caroline yelled as she stalked her way to the bar where Damon was sitting, hunched over a glass of bourbon. "If you think you're just going to pretend like last night never happened, and ignore me for another three days, and then try to buy me off with pizza again, you've got another thing coming," Caroline continued as she slammed the bloody baseball bat down on the bar.
"Not everything is about you Blondie," Damon grumbled as he downed the bourbon. Caroline looked around The Grille exasperated as she struggled against the urge to swing the bat at Damon's head. Oddly, she noticed that there were five zombies tied to chairs sitting at random tables. What the…..
"Really Damon?! What's with the zombies?" Caroline asked. Damon smirked as he eyed the room.
"You know, ambiance," Damon said with a wave of his arm. Caroline shook her head as she tried to refocus on why she was here in the first place.
"Seriously?! Whatever. If you're not here in some desperate attempt to avoid me, then what's the deal?" Damon shrugged as he poured himself another shot and downed it in one gulp.
"Do you know what today is?" Damon asked as he grabbed a second glass and poured bourbon into it.
"Um, Tuesday?" Caroline said as she took the offered glass and sipped the amber liquid, not completely sure how the liquor and Oreo's were going to mix.
"Today is the day that Ric died." Damon said dramatically.
"Which time?" Caroline asked before she could even stop herself. Damon stared at Caroline for the briefest of moments from the corner of his eye as she quickly tried to recover. "I'm sorry. That was completely inappropriate," Caroline started but was suddenly interrupted by Damon laughing. Wait what…. Caroline looked at Damon curiously. Never, had Caroline ever heard Damon laugh. She honestly didn't think he was even capable of laughter. This definitely has to go down in the record books as one of the weirdest moments ever. "Are you ok?" she asked as she stared at Damon cautiously.
"Yeah," Damon said as he took a deep breath trying to recover. "It's just, that was really funny Blondie," he finished as he wiped a couple of tears from his eyes.
"Really?" Caroline asked still completely taken aback by Damon's behavior.
"Well yeah, I mean when you think about it," and suddenly Damon is once again laughing in hysterics. Finally after a couple of minutes Damon had managed to regain composure and filled both of their glasses with bourbon. Handing Caroline her glass he raised his in a toast, Caroline followed as she smiled at Damon. "To Ric," Damon said as he clanked his glass against Caroline's.
"To Ric," Caroline repeated before downing the shot.
A/N v. 2.0 – OK I don't really know what this was. An ode to Alaric Saltzman? A complete mental breakdown for Damon? I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter so let me know if it sucks, because I kind of think it does, but I spent too much time on this to just scrap it. Hopefully the next chapter will be better.