Hey! (: I finally got another super long chapter in for you! I hope you enjoy!
If you'd like to see the outfits I've created for Caroline this chapter, go to my profile, and the link is there! (:
Kudos to my beta, as usual!
Previously on Everything Changes...
Walking around the bed, I scooped up the blankets and put them into the box I had assigned them to the night before. "Do you think Stefan's okay this time?" I suddenly asked. "He told me about how he became a ripper and everything, and he said this time was different. What do you think?"
Damon's wild brows lowered, and he stared off before responding. "All I know is my little brother's self-control hasn't always been the best, and you'd think little Elena would be all the more reason to gain self-control. But – blood bags have been going missing, and unless the tomb vampires are getting them..." he shrugged, and looked back at me.
"Oh," I mumbled, not really knowing what else to say. What was I supposed to say to that, anyways? I'd only known Stefan for about 6 months, while his brother had known him for over 100 years.
"Oh," Damon repeated and threw a letter onto my bare bed. "Mail for you."
I picked it up, and read the words in the clear cutout.
You've been selected to participate in the Miss Mystic Falls Pageant.
"Need an escort?" Damon wiggled his eyebrows at me as he read the title over my shoulder.
I rolled my eyes for the second time that morning and went into my bathroom, locking the door behind me.
"Hmm," I heard Damon murmur outside the door. "Wonder what that means? Yes maybe?"
"That's a NO, Damon!" I said through the door.
Caroline's POV
At school the next day, I found myself wondering if Stefan was here. I thought I saw his old car he kept in the back garage in the parking lot, but in my rush, I wasn't sure if it was him.
When I went into my second period, and saw him sitting in his assigned seat, I grinned.
I didn't know he would be coming back today...he must actually be feeling better! Good. I smiled to myself, twiddling my pen idly.
Stefan looked happy, strong, and extraordinarily unbroody today.
I half expected Stefan to be out of school for longer than just half a week. If his ripper status was as powerful as I'd thought and he'd explained, then why was he here? Was he really better all ready?
Third Person POV
Damon and Klaus were standing in the Founder's Hall, the two of were summoned by Sheriff Rudy earlier that morning. The pair hadn't been there that long when Ezra and John slipped quietly inside.
"Brr!" Ezra said, announcing his presence to the human. "It's awfully cold out there!"
Klaus clenched his jaw, instantly annoyed at the new presence in the room.
"Ezra Forbes," Klaus greeted, his accent heavy. "Nice to see you again." The corners of his mouth twitched up in a wolfish grin.
"Klaus," Ezra nodded in a cordial greeting. "Damon. Nice to see the both of you."
Damon forced a tight smile onto his face, picking at the dirt under his nails.
I don't want to exchange pleasantries, Damon thought in annoyance. I want to figure out what the hell these jackasses want.
"Hello Ezra, John," Damon returned.
Rudy studied the men curiously, having picked up on the slight tension.
"As I was saying," Rudy said. "There was a disturbance at the hospital blood bank last night; some of the supply was compromised."
Klaus and Damon met eyes, a silent question if either of them were the cause of it.
"Compromised?" Klaus mused. "Don't you mean stolen?"
Sheriff Rudy nodded. "Pretty much; we almost missed it actually."
The group walked over to the fireplace that was in the main hall, and stood by it. "The inventory records were altered, but when the night manager was questioned, he had no recollection of changing them."
"Meaning the vampire who stole all the blood used mind control to hide his theft," Ezra explained, as if the two closet vampires were mere children.
"We knew what you meant," Damon murmured lowly, looking at Ezra.
Ezra shrugged innocently, sharing a pointed gaze at John before looking into the fire.
"We wouldn't have noticed had John not alerted us to recent discrepancies in other hospital blood banks in the county," Rudy went on.
"How lucky of us then, that we have a mate like John and Ezra here," Klaus grinned, his fist clenching and unclenching at his side.
John beamed, putting his hands up as if he was trying to be modest.
"We're stepping up security at the hospital, giving the guard vervain to prevent this from happening again," Rudy shifted his weight to his other leg and Ezra spoke up.
"Sheriff, may John and I offer a suggestion?"
The sheriff nodded once, and John jumped in.
"Why don't Ezra and I put our heads together with Damon and Klaus here? We could easily track down whomever is doing this, I'm sure," John grinned, always the charmer.
Damon, whom had kept his composure this whole time, was seething inside. He initially had no reason to dislike John or Ezra, but after hearing Caroline sob herself to sleep the night after her dinner with Ezra, he found himself hating her uncle.
It's not like I like her. He insisted to his conscious. It's my humanity, the switch isn't flipped one way or the other completely is all.
Rudy nodded. "Truthfully, I can use all the extra help I can get. Is that something the four of you are willing to do?"
Rudy looked to Damon and Klaus, waiting for an answer.
Damon nodded, feigning eagerness. "Well, of course, I mean, if it'll help," Damon then turned his gaze onto Klaus, who shrugged and bobbed his head in conformation.
"Of course, Sheriff! Anything to help out," Klaus grinned charmingly, and Ezra spoke up.
"I think we'll make a good team, don't you think so, Damon?"
Damon mirrored Klaus's smile. "Ezra, whatever my friend and I can do to help keep this town safe, we'll do. Even if it means spending quality time with you and John."
John and Ezra smiled cordially, and the five men went their separate ways.
~0~
Bonnie entered Alaric's classroom, feeling her face heat up as every set of eyes in the class turned to look at her.
"Sorry I'm late," She said to Ric, who dipped his head in greeting.
"Well, it seems we'll be in full occupancy today. Welcome home, Bonnie."
The girl in question smiled, and took her seat. Bon felt Caroline's gaze on her back, and she smiled wider.
You're back. Caroline mouthed, eyes sparkling.
Bonnie nodded, and she glanced behind the blonde at Stefan. Her happy facade faltered for a moment, and she turned her head, avoiding his eyes.
~0~
Riiiiiing.
Damon, who had returned home only an hour ago, was not expecting any visitors. However, when he opened his front door and found Anna, he wasn't too terribly surprised.
"I suppose I should be grateful, you learned how to use the bell."
Anna shifted her weight to the other leg, raising an eyebrow. "I'm here on behalf of my mother," she explained as she brushed past Damon.
"Sure, c'mon in," Damon muttered snidely, shutting the door.
"On behalf of, or in spite of?" He followed Anna, who was making abee-line to the couch.
She took a seat, and he sat across from her, splaying his arms across the back of the couch.
"I'm sorry about what the other vampires did to Stefan. Abducting him, torturing him… It wasn't supposed to go down like that," Anna rubbed her forehead, sighing.
Damon scoffed, and raised an eyebrow disbelievingly. "You're playing house with half of a tomb of really pissed off vampires. What did you think was going to happen? A tea party?"
The other vampire stared into space before retorting, "My mom is devastated, okay? They tried to over throw her!"
"And why isn't she here telling me this then?" he countered.
"She doesn't really do apologies?" Klaus, whom had followed Damon home to talk to him about working with John and Ezra, entered the parlor.
Anna shook her head.
"Good God, it's been over 100 years, the woman needs to swallow her pride!" the older vampire waltzed into the room and sat next to Damon on the couch. He handed his friend a glass of bourbon and took a drink of his own.
"What a coincidence, I don't do forgiveness." Damon crossed his arms, and leveled his gaze at Anna.
"You forgave Caroline," Anna pointed out with a grin.
Klaus chortled. "She's got a point, mate. Can't exactly use that excuse if you plan on forgiving Carolineeach time she does something you don't like."
Damon growled, simultaneously glaring daggers at Klaus.
"Just run along," he waved his hand, but then remembered something. "Oh, and if you're going to continue playing house with these little vampires pets, you might wanna stop robbing the blood bank dry because they're onto it," Damon rolled his eyes irritably.
Anna immediately looked taken aback. "I haven't been to the local blood bank in at least a week!"
"Then it's one of your others," Damon said with a slight shrug.
The true perpetrator was practically right in front of his face; but Damon honestly didn't want to even consider the fact that maybe his little brother was back off the wagon again.
"The others are gone, Damon," Anna insisted, raising both her eyebrows.
"Well, where did they go?"
"They weren't cut out for this town," Anna stood up. "After what happened with your brother, my mom kicked them out and they took off. It's just us and Harper now."
~0~
Caroline's POV
"Bonnie!" I called, running after my friend.
I had tried to get a hold of her after class, but she's slipped through the crowd and disappeared. She was oddly cold today, like someone had dipped her emotions into liquid nitrogen.
"Hey, Care," she said once I caught up with her.
"Hey, I tried to get you after class, but you'd already disappeared. How are you and your family?" I offered her an apologetic smile, not wanting to bring up painful memories.
"We're dealing, but it's been hard," She said softly.
I could tell something had happened, but what exactly, I couldn't tell. She'd seemed a lot better a few days ago, back to herself, but now...it was like she was a totally different person.
"We all missed you." I hugged her suddenly, recognizing that far-away look in her eyes. I'd gotten that look a lot right after my mom died, and I knew it was her trying to stay connected to the world; even though her thoughts were pulling her away to never-land.
"It was just so much to deal with, going through Grams' things, I needed more time...off. I really didn't even want to come back." She hugged me back.
Elena, who came running up, prevented any more conversation between the two of us.
"Bonnie!" She beamed widely. "I know we talked basically every day, but I'm so glad you're back at school! We missed you!"
Talked every day? I thought with a small frown. Bonnie talked to Elena every day, but not me? Is she mad at me or something? I know she was kind of tense when Stefan was in the room when she came over, but...
"Better. You know," Bonnie responded to whatever Elena had asked her. "Glad to be back and trying to keep myself busy..."
"Well, you know we can help with that!" I cut in with a chipper smile, trying to stay positive.
Maybe Bonnie didn't want to bother me or something...
"Yeah we can!" Elena paused, and then her eyes lit up. "Oh, you totally need to help me pick up the perfect dress for the Founder's court this year!"
"Did I miss something?" I asked, looking at Elena.
"You know, Care, Miss Mystic Falls. They announced it today!" Elena paused for a beat. "Aw, you didn't get invited?" Her bottom lip jutted out and I quickly shook my head.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot that the Founder's court was another term for Miss Mystic Falls is all." I shrugged. "I got a letter from them, yeah. But I really don't know if I'm going to participate. I mean I didn't get that much volunteer work with Mom's death and everything..."
"You're dropping out then?" Elena asked, eying me.
Part of me dared say she looked almost a little hopeful.
"No, I couldn't!" I retorted immediately.
Sure, Elena was my friend, but I was competitive and a bit narcissistic. No way I was going let her beat me!
Bonnie looked at me, smiling sadly. "Her mom is the one who wanted her to enter," she explained to Elena, who looked a bit confused.
~0~
Third Person POV
Stefan entered the Boarding House after his agonizingly long day at school.
"How was school?" Damon queried, popping out from seemingly nowhere.
Stefan jumped, already on edge from his new...diet.
"Fine," the younger Salvatore said, tossing his backpack under the hall table.
"Yeah?" Damon mused curiously. "Same old, same old? Nothing new? No new stories to bring home?"
Stefan stared at his brother suspiciously. "You're making small talk, why? What did you do now?"
Damon smirked, holding up his hands. He followed his brother into the parlor, where his brother took a seat on the couch. "I didn't do anything, brother. You just seem awfully chipper lately, y'know, less doom and gloom – a little more pep in your step," he ended with a shrug, going over to lean on the couch across from Stefan.
"And...you what, think it's because I drank human blood again?" Stefan retorted skeptically, taking off his shoes.
"I don't wanna brag, but," Damon's smirk widened. "I would definitely take responsibility for this new and improved you."
He regarded his once 'Ripper' brother with hidden interest.
He could feel something radiating off of his brother in waves. It wasn't so much as power, as it was something else. Rather he just got laid, and it was ridiculously great, or something else was afoot.
"Well, I'd hate to burst your bubble, but," Standing up, he picked up his shoes and head back into the foyer. "I'm clean."
Damon chuckled, trailing after his brother. "Yeah – not possible."
"Not only is it possible, but it's quite true," Stefan shrugged and headed up the stairs.
Damon, who was not so easily dissuaded, flashed in front of his brother. Leaning on the banister, he held up his hands. "Stefan, just be serious for a second. You spent the last century and a half being a poster child for Prozac and now you expect me to believe that this new you has nothing to do with human blood. Nothing," Damon paused, pointing up towards the second floor. "Our little blonde friend up in her room right now – that heartbeat – not bothering you? Not even a little bit?"
Stefan narrowed his green eyes and scowled, pushing past him. "I'm clean, Damon."
"You're lying!" Damon sung in return, and Stefan glanced over his shoulder.
"Believe what you want."
About ten minutes later, Stefan stood by his dresser on the phone with Elena.
"So you'll be my escort for the contest, then?"
"Of course, 'Lena," Stefan smiled, thinking of the past Miss Mystic Falls pageant he attended. The memory of Katherine and Chandra looking as beautiful as ever flashed in his mind. "I'd love to."
"Yay!" She squealed, and he could picture her wide grin and sparkling brown eyes. "Y'know, my mom and Caroline's mom were both really into this Founder's day stuff! They both even competed for Miss Mystic in their day, but...my mom always won!" She giggled. "I kind of want to do it for her."
"It'll be great, we'll have fun," he stared down at the blood pouch in his hand, thinking of Elena's jugular. Closing his eyes, he squeezed the pouch lightly, resisting the urge to rip into it.
"I love you," Elena had said something before that, but Stefan didn't catch it.
"I love you too," He simply said, hanging up.
He tossed the phone onto his bed and stared at the burgundy filled bag. Hastily, he threw open his drawer and stuffed the bag into the very back, closing it with a clunk.
Stefan paced back and forth for a few moments before wordlessly jogging down the stairs, and then down into the basement.
Robotically, Stefan went over to the fridge and opened the door. He stared down at the blood bags, heaped on top of each other, practically calling to him. He took one in his hand and considered it.
"Well, well," Damon chuckled, stepping out of the shadows. Stefan's head snapped to look at him. "He's a liar and a thief. So, when were you planning on sharing?"
Stefan swallowed back the hunger, keeping his cool. "Go ahead, help yourself."
Chortling, Damon said, "No, no, no, I'm talking about that fact that you're a closet blood junkie."
The younger stared stonily back. "So what, I'm drinking blood again. You're the one that shoved it on me, what's your problem? I have it under control."
"Under control?! You robbed the hospital!"
Meanwhile, Caroline was upstairs in the foyer, getting ready to go to her interview at the Founder's Hall.
Care heard Damon's incredulous, you robbed the hospital! and froze.
Who robbed the hospital? Klaus?
Careful to be silent, she crept over to the basement door and listened.
"So, what's you point?"
Stefan? What was Stefan talking about? Wait – oh no – did he rob the hospital?
"Fine, whatever man, drink up. Just remember, we're trying to keep a low profile."
Caroline set her jaw and tromped down the stairs, not even bothering to hide her descent.
"Why don't you just walk up to Blondie or Sheriff Bennett and ask to tap a vein?"
At the mention of herself, she froze.
Damon smirked and glanced over at the stairs. "Speak of the devil..." turning to face the stairs, he called, "Blondie! You can come out now."
She walked into view and her eyes widened when she saw the blood bags in the fridge, and Stefan staring down at them.
"Have my actions negatively impacted you? I can't imagine what that must feel like," the ex-ripper said sarcastically.
"Yeah, what does Blondie here think about the new... you? Or what about your pretty little girlfriend? Huh?"
Stefan's troubled green orbs looked to Caroline, whose face was impassive. "Nothing's changed," he insisted, though he was still trying to persuade himself. "I'm still the same person."
"Are you, Stefan?" Caroline murmured, the first words she had uttered since she'd went downstairs.
"Clearly." Damon snorted and side stepped slightly to be in front of Caroline.
"Elena doesn't need to know anything yet," Stefan said, placing the bag back into the fridge. "Please, Care, don't tell her."
The blonde stared hard at Stefan. "You're kidding, right?"
"He's been off the human stuff for years," Damon said to Caroline, who nodded knowingly.
"Stefan, if you're having trouble controlling..." Caroline started to say gently, only to be cut off by a harsh,
"I'm not having trouble!"
"O-oh. Okay." She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked down. "Sorry for even thinking-"
"Enough of the charades, Stef!" Damon raised his hands like he was done with everything. "Who do you think you're talking to? I know what it's like. That Jekyll and Hyde feeling, that switch, sometimes it goes off and you snap. Right now is not a good time for me to be worried about you snapping!" Especially since Caroline lives here...and Zach. It'd break her heart, and Stefan's, if Zach died... he added to himself.
"I know that it pains you to see this but I'm fine, okay? I'm fine!" Stefan took the pouch he'd just sat back down and shut the fridge. "So please, both of you, do me a favor and back off."
Stefan slowly stormed past the both of them. He pretended not to notice the burning in his throat as he passed by Caroline, all warm and pumping with blood.
He also tried to forget how she stepped back in uncertain fear.
When the front door had slammed shut, Damon turned to Caroline.
"I want you and Zach out of here as soon as possible," He said earnestly. "My brother's hanging on by a thread. I don't want you or Zach to get caught in his fall."
Caroline raised a groomed eyebrow, scoffing. "Damon, is that care I detect in your voice?"
He scoffed in return and headed up the stairs. She trailed behind him.
"Y'know, if you wanted me to leave this bad, you could've just asked," she mused.
"What fun would that be, Blondie?" Damon retorted, ignoring the care comment.
Once they reached the foyer, she scooped up her purse. "Well, I have an interview to go to, see you later, Damon."
He dipped his head in goodbye and went into the parlor to get a drink.
~0~
Third Person POV
Tyler's mom, Carol Lockwood, sat at the end of the long table she had set up in the dining room of the Founder's hall. "This year's queen will have the special honor of taking stage at the one hundred fiftieth founder's day gala," She announced, looking to each of the girls seated at the table. "Before we crown our winner, we'd like to get to know a bit more about each of you."
Carol Lockwood went on and on about how important this would be, how it would affect their future, blah, blah, blah. Halfway through her speech, Caroline tuned out.
What would she and Zach do? Would Damon talk to Zach about Stefan's problem, or would I need to? Can Zach move us both out without any help?
Suddenly, all the girls were getting up and leaving, and Caroline snapped out of her reverie.
"What's going on?" she hissed to Elena, who was standing beside her.
"We're going to be interviewed one on one in another room. You're first," she said in a hushed tone.
The blonde's eyes widened, and she looked to see Carol waving her over to a set of doors.
"Good luck!" a few girls called to Caroline as she went over to Carol.
Caroline flashed a smile over her shoulder, and took a deep breath.
"Hi, Carol."
"Hello, Caroline," the mayor's wife greeted, and she introduced her to the other people inside. She smiled and said hello, but their names didn't stick in her brain.
Questions were fired at the Blonde, and she did her best to answer them.
"I acknowledge that I haven't been involved in these past six months like I used to be... I used to be on the Mystic Falls beautification committee and volunteer at the poor soup kitchen. I've been really distracted and let things slide... My mom's death hit harder than I wanted it to... but I'm aware of what a huge honor this is, and I want each of you to know that I take it seriously... I'd like to find new opportunities to help the community and the people who are in it...My mom really wanted me to participate in the pageant this year, and I'd love to do so for her. She believed in community, family, honor and loyalty," Caroline chuckled. "She left me some pretty big shoes to fill."
And just like that, it was all over and she was walking out to her car.
~0~
Damon was on the phone with Klaus, discussing what they planned on doing with John and Ezra, when the doorbell rang.
"Speak of the devils," Damon murmured. "If my ears don't deceive me, that's them now. Why don't you come on over?" he said to Klaus, then hung up.
Damon swaggered over to the door and smirked, throwing it open.
"Hey, partner!" John greeted, waltzing past Damon and into his living room.
"What do you two want?" he demanded, following them.
"You haven't returned any of my calls, vamp," Ezra said, going over to the mini bar and pouring himself a drink of Damon's favorite bourbon.
The vampire clenched his jaw yet kept the smirk plastered on. "Y'know, most people might take that as a hint."
The front door creaked open and slammed shut. "Where do we start looking for vampires?" Klaus wondered aloud.
"Hello, Klaus," John said, nodding in greeting.
Klaus grinned wolfishly. "John, Ezra, how nice to see you both."
"I agree with Klaus, Damon. Where do we start looking for the fanged fiends?" Ezra said after a sip and an exaggerated ahhh.
Damon, turned to glance at his friend, working his jaw.
"Hmm, I don't know. You obviously don't care about catching vampires, as you're here talking to us," Damon shrugged.
"Actually, I care very much," John insisted, smiling.
"What would Isobel say about that? I mean, considering she is one." Damon countered, and Ezra and John met gazes, an unspoken word passing between them.
"Isobel, Ezra and I share a mutual interest," John said, earning a "hm," out of Damon. "The original William Forbes has an invention that was stolen by a vampire. That vampire was then burned alive in Fell's church, or so William thought, and the invention was lost forever."
Damon stepped closer to John intimidatingly. John followed Damon with his eyes, but did not back up. "But then the vampires weren't killed, were they? They were trapped and now they're free, thanks to you which means the invention is retrieval."
Klaus leaned against the archway into the living room and smirked. Damon was circling John, and the human turned around to keep the vampire in his sights.
"Well, what is it?" Damon asked, furrowing his brows and mocking curiosity.
Ezra jutted out his lip and shrugged, coming over to John's side. "The only thing that really matters is that we want it back. And – you both are going to help us if you want your secret safe."
Damon glanced at Klaus over Ezra's shoulder. Klaus shrugged indifferently.
"Why bring us into it then? I mean, I don't know what you're talking about, much less who has it." Damon said coolly, and took Ezra's drink from him, downing it in one gulp.
Ezra stared at the vampire hardly.
"Oh, c'mon, Damon! You were around back then, you know who these people are, what they look like. He was friendly with a woman who turned out to be a vampire. Her name was Pearl. Does that ring a bell?" John said, gauging Damon's reaction.
Behind the humans, Klaus' eyes widened and he watched his friend, waiting for the same reaction.
Damon kept his face a blank slate. The three men stared at one another before Damon growled lowly.
"I'm not playing anymore. Get out," he turned around and headed for the door. He pointed to the said door and said again, dangerously, "Get out."
"I beg your pardon?" Ezra said, raising an eyebrow. Both humans stayed where they were.
"You know, I only entertain this whole blackmail scheme thing of yours because I thought that you and Isobel could lead me to Chandra," Damon said, back to the humans and Klaus.
Klaus' eyes narrowed. No way would he let Damon take Chandra from him. They'd been together long before Damon and her had ever met for him to lose her so quickly.
"But see, now I know you've no idea where Chandra is, because if you did you would know that Chandra and Pearl were best friends." he smiled arrogantly, and jerked his eyebrows up into his hairline for a fraction of a second. "See, you don't know everything, do you?" He swung open the door and extended an arm outside.
"I'll tell the entire council what you are," Ezra murmured lowly, walking forward.
"Go for it! I'll kill every last one of them. Then, I'll sever both of your hands, pull those damn rings off, and kill you both as well! Do you understand that?" Damon growled.
~0~
Caroline's POV
I stood inside my high school's cafeteria talking to Carol, who was upset at my lack of a partner.
"Caroline, don't you know it's imperative you have a partner to dance with?"
I felt the heat rush to my face as the room stared at us. "Yeah, I know, it's just, I didn't have anyone to ask! Stefan's dancing with Elena, Matt's with Angelica..."
Carol sighed heavily, and tapped the pen on her chin. "Hm, what about...Klaus? I've seen the two of you around sometimes. Or Damon? Surely one of them would be your partner until we can find someone more permanent."
My eyes widened at the thought of dancing with Damon or Klaus in front of the whole town.
"I don't know..."
"Well, you need a partner, so I'll do you and the rest of us a favor and call Mr. Mikaelson right now."
"No you really don't-" I cut in.
Carol held up a finger, shushing me. "I insist."
I groaned, running my hands through my hair.
I went back over to my place, a few feet from Stefan and Elena, who were giggling and being all coupley.
She didn't even notice how unstable he is! I huffed to myself, crossing my arms. Stefan's got to be dumb if he thinks I'm not going to tell her. She's my friend, and when friends are in possible danger, you warn them. It's not just girl code, its friend code.
I felt someone's eyes on me and looked over to see Stefan staring at me, almost curiously.
I smiled and lifted my hand in greeting.
He bobbed his head in response and Elena said something to him, causing him to laugh again.
"Caroline!" Carol called across the room.
I stiffened, and looked over to her.
"Klaus will be here in a moment," she informed me.
I nodded in acknowledgment and groaned, sitting down on the lunch table near my spot.
My stomach was practically eating itself in two, a mixture of nerves and well, nerves.
The double doors to the cafe screeched open and he walked in, head swiveling to find me.
"Hullo, love," he greeted as he got closer. Klaus shot a glance at Stefan, who was staring at the older vamp with contempt.
I swallowed back a lump and stood up. "Thanks for coming on such short notice. Mrs. Lockwood practically insisted," I explained, leading him over to our place.
"My pleasure, Caroline." My name rolled off his tongue and I lowered my eyes for a moment.
"Honor your partner, everyone!" Carol called from the front, and my eyes darted back to Klaus'.
I stepped forward, curtsying. Klaus' eyes practically undressed me as he bowed.
"Let's focus," Carol said with a smile. "Right hand around..."
I held up my hand in the air and took a measly step forward. Klaus did the same, smirking. When our hands were inches apart, we started walking in a small circle, keeping our hands close.
"Flirt with your eyes," Carol's voice drifted into the background.
Klaus, whom was still smirking at me, quickly tapped my hand. I felt Carol glare at Klaus and I, but she said nothing.
"Left hand around," she commanded, and we switched hands and directions.
Elena and Stefan were giggling like school children.
Oh, yeah, that is some major eye-flirtage going on. I thought with a roll of my eyes.
Stefan seemed to be 'fine' like he'd said earlier in the basement.
But was he really?
QOTC: What do you want for Christmas, if you celebrate? (i want a onesie for some reason lol)
QOTC 2: Do you think Klaus will be her dance partner, or will other forces prevent them from dancing together? ;)
Hi guys! I'm going to try to get another chapter up soon, but since I have mid-terms coming up in the next two weeks, I'm not sure if I'll have time! I'm definitely going to do my best though.
I might even try just writing a bunch of chapters, having my beta check over them, and then just holding onto the chapters so I can update more often! But that might mean you'd have to wait a bit longer for the next chapter I will post... I don't know yet, so don't be discouraged! (:
R&R
Kim xoxo
if you can't review because it says you've already reviewed, it's probably because I deleted some past A/N chapters. Like With the A/N chapters I had like 53 chapters, but after I deleted I had 51. So basically, it kept your reviews for the other chapters even though the technical number of the chapter changed? Does that even make sense lol?