Because you're you-and I'm me
A/N: Wheee. I know, I'm a terrible person for leaving you at the cliffhanger, but come on. ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own the vampire diaries. Pooh.
~VD~
"I love you."
Damon looked into her eyes. She looked broken, shocked. He guessed she had not meant for it to come out this way.
He hadn't either, when he had confessed. He just stared at her. Caroline was trembling. She was cold, and her clothes were completely soaked. Damon couldn't say anything. It was as though his mouth wouldn't work. He felt himself tear up, so he tried to hold it back. He wouldn't cry again.
She saw him swallow hard. She took it as a bad thing. Of course. He'd have moved on. She didn't exactly give him any reason to wait for her. She sighed, nodded to herself, and looked at him again. Damon's eyes were steel cold now, as though he was hiding any emotion at all. That was a very clear sign. She swallowed.
"I'm s…sorry. I shouldn't have co…said anything. Good night." Her voice broke several times, and she stuttered. She was cold after all. She turned around, leaving a shocked Damon standing on the doorstep. As she was about to walk away he grabbed her hand. She looked at him, but he wasn't looking at her. Was he in some sort of shock? Finally, his eyes snapped at her, emotion pouring out of them. Love, lust, Hurt as well though. This scared Caroline. She felt his hand slip from her, as if it was going limb.
She was real. Damon had felt her. It wasn't just something his mind had made up. She was actually standing in front of him, confessing her love. In the pouring rain none-the-less. How very romance-novel-esque. She turned to walk a few steps again, trying to walk faster.
It seemed as though only now Damon regained the ability to move. He moved in front of her, crashing his lips down on her, eliciting a gasp from her. Oh God. She was real. Caroline was back. He snaked one arm around her back, the other one grasping her hair. She sighed. He felt the rain drench his pants. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and the cold didn't affect him, but he had seen her shivering earlier, and in no way was he letting her get sick. So he closed the door behind them as he swooped her inside. The kissing continued, until Caroline paused , connecting her forehead with his.
"I love you. I love you. I love you…so much." She whimpered. Damon swore he had tears in his eyes. He sighed, kissing her again. She'd returned. She came back to him. She loved him.
She probably loved him until she heard Vicki's voice.
"Damon?" She yelled, descending the stairs. Damon groaned. Caroline looked confused. She removed herself from him, fixing her shirt, which was clinging to her body deliciously. Damon groaned.
"Come back to bed." Vicki said, appearing in sight. She was wearing one of Damon's button-up shirts, and her panties. Caroline kept staring at the shirt.
That was the moment Damon realized where he knew that shirt from.
When he finally stepped out of the shower, clad in only one of his red towels, he found her, wearing one of his black button-down shirts along with her shorts. Her hair was messy and wet from the shower, but she looked hot. She was looking through the shelves, seeing what books he had. "Could it be that you have possibly every book ever written?" Caroline's eyes were wide with amazement.
"Maybe." He said, pulling her on the bed, kissing up and down her neck. "You look hot in my shirt."
"Maybe I should sleep over more often then." She suggested. He smirked.
"I wouldn't complain." Damon said, pleased. Caroline laughed.
"Mhm…" She nodded, kissing him swiftly before disappearing out the door.
"You're still wearing my shirt." Damon acknowledged.
"You ripped mine." She called back. "I'm confiscating this."
"That was hot. But you ripped apart my t-shirt." He stated.
"Then it's a good thing I still have your shirt, right?" She giggled. He gasped.
"You totally planned this!" Damon said, shocked.
"I might've." She shrugged.
She stared at him, in disbelief. He groaned. Of course this had to happen to him.
"What are you doing here?" Vicki asked, curious, but also kind of annoyed. Caroline tried her best to put on a smile.
"Just came to say hi. I'm sorry, I didn't want to interrupt you guys. I'll just…leave." She said, backing away slowly. She didn't even give Damon a second glance. When the door slammed, Damon flinched. Vicki wiggled her eyebrows, obviously hoping for a second round. But Damon was done. Caroline was back. Caroline loved him.
And she had caught him practically in bed with the town's whore.
Damn.
Why couldn't he ever just be happy and not fuck things up?
~VD~
Caroline woke up the next morning. It was a Saturday. She had cried last night. Involuntarily of course. She knew it was silly. She couldn't expect Damon to be celibate for 3 months. They were broken up. But it still hurt her. She sighed. That is until her door was flung open by Jeremy Gilbert. She quickly hid under the covers. Because with Jeremy entering the room, sunlight entered too. It was hurting her watered eyes.
"Ugh, get out." She groaned.
"Nope." He said, popping the 'p'. She rolled her eyes, only half annoyed. Her hair was messed up, and she had reddened eyes.
"Okay." He said, sitting down next to her, taking her teddy in his arms.
"Either you've been crying, or you finally dipped into the magical land of weed." He stated. She looked at him, her lips began to quiver again, thinking about last night.
"He…he…Vicki." She stuttered. Jeremy groaned.
"You caught him, in Bed. With Vicki."
Caroline nodded. Jeremy took her in his arms. She began sobbing.
"Oh he's reduced you to tears? I'm going to kill him." Jeremy said, trying to stand up. He looked deadly determined. She tugged at his arm.
"Don't. You can't." She smiled. He looked down at her, as if he was amused about something a five year old said.
"I know." He sighed then. She sighed as well.
"I just want to stay in bed all day, and then…stay in bed some more. Repeat that for a couple of days." She said, mumbling. Jeremy rolled his eyes.
"Well that's a waste of time." He said. She shrugged.
"Don't really care all that much, Jere-bear." She bent over, pulled out a bottle of liquor from her bedside, and took a big gulp. She would've gotten scotch, but that would remind her of Damon. And there was to be no thinking of the d-bag, since he'd gotten a tap of the public ho.
"But you are going to the decade dance, right?"
"Yeah, No." She said, flopping down onto the pillow.
"Why not? Damon will be there." He teased. She shot him a murderous glare.
"Exactly why I'm not going. I'll cry again. I don't cry. You know that." She pouted. Jeremy laughed.
"So, go anyway. Make him regret he cheated on you." Jeremy nudged her in the side. She sighed.
"It's not cheating if we were broken up."
"Aeh…what? I'm sorry, you lost me." Jeremy was confused.
"Before I left, he made me make a choice, turn or break up. Guess what I chose?" She asked. Jeremy nodded in understanding, then motioned for her to continue.
"So, I left him. Then, that evening, as planned, I went to kill…well, you know that part. Once I succeeded, I had…difficulties…getting back here, so it took longer than expected. But I pretty much already had my mind set. I was going to turn. That's what I'd originally wanted to tell him before I…" She trailed off, sobbing again.
"It's not cheating, but it still hurts like hell." She sobbed into Jeremy's shirt. He pulled her closer to him, his own eyes beginning to water.
"Why would you turn for him, you know what would happen, we crossed out that option years ago." He said.
"Turns out 'killing machine' Caroline will only come out if he has a part in my turning. So…It would be safe. But I just…I…he…I love him, Jeremy." He just held her tighter. He had never seen her this broken. It made him feel terrible inside too. It made him want to kill Damon. Kill everyone who hurt his sister. Caroline sobbed. So he held her, until she fell back asleep. He stayed with her for a few hours, but then the bell rang. He knew the Sheriff was at work, and he didn't want to wake Caroline, so he went downstairs.
~VD~
Damon had a horrible night. After he kicked Vicki out and compelled her not to remember anything, he went to bed, depressed. It was then that he realized he probably should've gone after Caroline.
But she wouldn't react well to him explaining. Because really, what was there to explain? Technically, they were broken up. So why did it make him so damn uncomfortable? Maybe it was because she looked so completely heartbroken. It caused him hurt. So that's why he was standing in front of her door now, hoping that she wouldn't kill him when he tried to reconcile.
The door opened, and Damon prepared to say something, but he found Jeremy standing on the other side. He raised his eyebrows at him.
"What the hell do you want?" He asked.
"Caroline." He said.
"She's upstairs." Jeremy said, studying him. Damon tried to enter, but Jeremy wouldn't let him.
"Let me through, or you'll regret it."
"You're not going up there. I think hurting her once is bad enough, don't you?"
"Do you think I meant to hurt her?" Damon said.
"I think you shouldn't have kissed her when you had Vicki over." Jeremy said, crossing his arms. Damon rolled his eyes.
"Do you think that's what was on my mind when I saw her after three freaking months?" Damon asked, annoyed. Jeremy closed his eyes in disbelief.
"I can't believe I'm telling you this." Jeremy groaned. "She's going to be at the dance tonight, and most of the time, she gets bored and goes into the cafeteria, to be alone. That's when you get to talk to her. When she's gorgeous and confident. Not when she's a sobbing mess. See if she takes you back."
Damon blinked a few times. He'd made Caroline cry? Had she slept at all?
"Thank you." He muttered, then left. Jeremy closed the door on his face.
~VD~
Caroline was up when Jeremy came back into the room, and she was going through her closet.
"I hate everything in there!" She yelled. Jeremy laughed.
"I don't. See, what about that. I like that." Jeremy said, pulling out a black thong.
"Pig." She snorted. Jeremy smiled.
"You love it."
"No. Not really." She said, shooting him a look.
"So, I take it I'm going shopping with you to find something you don't hate?" He laughed .
"I'm not going to force you to go shopping with me." She laughed as well.
"It's not forcing if I volunteered it, right?" He said, pulling her up from the bed she had fallen on.
"Why do I have to go to this bloody dance anyway?"
"Bonnie wants to see you again."
"So I'll go shopping with her tomorrow or something."
"Tomorrow is Sunday. She has church." Jeremy sighed. Caroline slapped her forehead.
"Right. So? Just because of that…I…"
"You're going to that dance even if I have to force you. And you know I would." He smirked. Caroline rolled her eyes. Then she stuck out her tongue.
"Fine. Ugh. Let's go then."
~VD~
Damon didn't know how he found himself in Elena's house, sitting on the couch, talking about the vampire that was stalking him. He knew something about the tomb, or he was here for Caroline. He didn't know what it was. But he needed to find out. So he found himself pretending to care about Elena's wellbeing, when really it was all about Caroline.
After he and Stefan went home to get ready.
"What do you think?" Damon asked, holding out a tie. Stefan raised his eyebrows.
"Damon, you don't care about dressing up. Who's so special that they're at the dance?" Stefan teased. Damon rolled his eyes. If Stefan had hoped Damon would be over Caroline, he was dead-wrong.
"No one." Damon proclaimed. Stefan was still skeptic.
"All right, you got me. I'm in love with Alaric, Stefan." He said, false drama in his voice. Stefan cracked up.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked.
"Now, now, Stefan. I thought thinking that homosexuality was a sickness was a thing of the last century." Damon teased. Stefan just rolled his eyes.
"Nice deflecting. You know I'll find out who it is anyway." Stefan said as he left the room. Damon shook his head.
~VD~
A hot Samba rhythm was playing as Caroline entered the store Jeremy had dragged her in.
"Why are we here?" She asked, pleadingly.
"Because…" Jeremy started, before pointing at a gorgeous red dress. "…That." He said. "It's perfect."
Caroline could only stare at it. Oh, tonight was going to be good.
~VD~
"Alaric, my man. Chaperoning as well?" Damon called out to him. He'd decided to go for something simple, a black dress shirt, with black pants. His shirt was open at the top, and his hair ruffled. Alaric just shook his head, wearing his jock-jacket.
"Good to see you're finally out and about. What changed?" He asked. Damon smiled to himself. He wouldn't say yet. He just looked around, until he saw her. She entered the room, looking breathtaking. A deep-cut red dress, with no back, as Damon noticed when she twirled. She was on Jeremy's arm. Her dress was short in the front, and nearly reached the floor in the back. She was wearing mile-high black heels, and her hair was styled up. From her ears, red fire cracker earrings hang, and her make-up was sexy as hell.
"That." He said, pointing towards Caroline, after he regained the ability to speak.
"Is that Caroline?" He stuttered. He hadn't seen her in years. She had visited him at Duke when she was 15, but now she was so much older.
"Yeah. She's alive." Damon said, feeling the tears build again, as he sighed.
~VD~
Caroline would admit that she felt amazing when she entered the room. Yes, everyone was gaping at her, and she got a damn near crushing amount of hugs. Then she caught someone's eye. Bonnie squealed.
"CAROLINE FORBES!" She yelled, probably loud enough for the entire room to hear. She ran towards her and nearly made them fall over. A lot of people started whispering.
"Don't you ever do that to me again!"
"There's no need for that now, anyway." She lied through her teeth, smiling. She knew it wasn't over. And if it was for her, it wouldn't be for Elena. And from the looks of Damon talking to Elena and Stefan, it wouldn't only affect her. Elena wasn't the type to do things for herself. Caroline sighed. Then she spotted Alaric. She gasped.
"Bonnie, you know I missed you too, but I need to say hi to someone." She said, as she led Bonnie into Jeremy's arms.
"Caroline Forbes."
"Well, hello. Alaric." She said, smiling broadly. He looked at her.
"You changed." He noted. She laughed.
"Well, yeah."
"Come here." He said, hugging her. Alaric was like a father to her. Ever since her father had left her mom, she'd been without one.
"Do you know how glad I am that you live here now?" She asked.
"And how glad you are that I didn't kill the man who turned my wife, I can't even imagine." He laughed. She rolled her eyes, amused.
"Yes, maybe. I don't know. He's pretty fucked up, but you two seem to get along quite nicely.
"He's alright. Kind of a dick." Alaric said.
"We should probably stop hugging, this will look weird for others."
"Oh, so you applied as a teacher."
"Tanner's replacement." Alaric nodded.
"Well, what do you know." She said. "I guess I'll be seeing you on Monday then." She smiled. He raised his eyebrows.
"Surprised you even have time to come to school, being busy and all."
"Oh shut up. All of that is over now." She dismissed. She didn't want anybody knowing about what was still to come.
"Caroline?" She turned around, to look at Stefan.
"Well, hello there. I'm surprised you found time to talk to me. Aren't you supposed to be watching Elena?" She smirked.
"She's getting a punch, I'm sure she'll be fine." He dismissed.
"How are you alive?" He blurted out.
"Well, nice welcome back. What the hell is your problem?" She asked in disbelief.
"Well It's just you've been gone so-"
"Alaric! Look, there's Jenna. She likes you. Don't mess it up, go, now." She said, motioning towards her. Alaric scoffed.
"Stefan. I don't know what makes you think otherwise, but none of this is, in any way, your business. So I'd use that improved hearing to hear into what Elena is doing, because calling her stalker is probably not the smartest choice…" Caroline trailed off, tilting her head, to look at Elena. Stefan turned around, scared, just as Elena was leaving the room. He walked towards the door, swiftly, and followed her. Caroline decided to trail along after him and Damon, who had discreetly joined Stefan.
They were lead out into a corridor, and as soon as Elena entered the cafeteria, the door behind her was spelled shut. She didn't notice, but Stefan and Damon did when they tried to open it. She saw a vampire she recognized from one of Katherine's descriptions. That's why they were always on about Elena. Cause Katherine was such a slut. Caroline laughed to herself. But watching Damon and Stefan try to break into the door, useless. She sighed.
"You two are really pathetic, you know?" She laughed. They turned to stare at her. Damon couldn't pick his mouth off the floor.
"Caro-" He started. She spelled his mouth shut. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she sent him and Stefan flying to different sides.
"He's about to kill her. I suggest you be quick." She said, before thrusting her hand at the door. Since she was several feet away, a green flash hit the door, before it flew open.
"You don't tell her about me." She threatened. When they wouldn't move, she rolled her eyes.
"Go. Now." They finally scrambled to their feet, and bolted inside, to knock the guy unconscious. They were still failing, but Elena was safe now.
Caroline, was confused. She looked at her hand.
Since when could she do that? She had meant to simply levitate the door off, since she was telekinetic thanks to Ryo. Was that part of her demon powers? It would explain the green. Anything Lucifer did was red. So did each demon have a special color spectrum for everything she did? She'd have to contact Lucifer for more information. She turned around, choosing to sit in Alaric's history classroom. Normally, she'd choose the cafeteria, but it seemed as if it was crowded.
~VD~
Damon was still confused about what Caroline had done, so he didn't get out nearly as many crude remarks as he had wanted to. He was left standing in a corner, watching Stefan torture him. Damon was bored. Elena was safe, what else was there to do? He wanted to go find Caroline.
When the guy finally died, he was relieved.
He walked out of the room swiftly, leaving Stefan to comfort a sobbing Elena.
~VD~
Caroline was lying on the teachers table, listening to music. When she heard a noise, she instantly sat up, looking around.
"Caroline Forbes." Someone gasped.
"I wonder why everyone keeps saying my name, I think you should all know it by-" She stared at him, instantly spelling the door shut and putting up a protective shield.
"What the hell do you want?"
~VD~
Mwahaha, evil little cliffie. Review as always, but today there's a bonus. I want an opinion from everyone who reads this, about the first episode of season four. I can't be the only one who found it horribly predictable, right?
The only line I really liked was the: "Easy love, wrong place, wrong line, wrong equipment." I laughed so hard. But that was it. Other than that, it was quite the filler episode. Elena becoming a vampire was pretty damn obvious, Damon being a bitch was pretty damn obvious, everyone somehow feeling bad that Matt survived (including Matt himself) was pretty stupid. I'm not a fan of Matt's, but the way everyone was behaving was pretty pathetic.