AN: Guess who is back? I'm not sure how many of you are still around but I've stumbled across my stories and simply could not resist the urge to complete this story. While this is just a small tease, I assure you I am determined to make this story one you can't stop reading!
So I suppose I am coming out of retirement, my love of Klaroline being my guiding light.
Chapter 5
3 months prior
Caroline was doing her best not to run into anyone, tears filled her eyes as she walked quickly towards her apartment. The pain in her side had her wincing and she could vaguely hear a few people call after her asking if she needed help. She ignored them, not wanting Simon to be able to catch up to her. There was no saying what he would do to an innocent stranger who was merely trying to help.
Once she made it to her apartment building, she prayed that Elena or Rebekah were home. She knew both girls had plans that evening but perhaps they came home early. Looking both ways, she didn't see anyone approaching, only a running cab across the street, a woman exiting and laughing at whomever was in the backseat. Caroline fumbled for her keys and they dropped to her feet, "Fuck," she whispered, quickly picking them up and letting herself in. It wasn't possible for anyone to get into the building unless buzzed in, which gave her a small glimmer of relief.
After showering carefully, the pain in her side stinging, Caroline had dressed into a pair of boxers and tank top. Walking out into the living room her heart stopped at the man standing and staring at her, a large scratch bled down his cheek. She attempted to run to her room and slam the door but he grabbed her wrist and tugged her hard, causing her to fall to the floor, "S-Simon…w-why, why are you doing this," she cried, the man pulling a knife from his boot, her eyes widening in fear.
Damon's cab pulled up to his dates building and he let out a small laugh at the fact that it was right across from Elena, Caroline and Rebekah's building, "Wh-wat," his very drunk date asked. His crystal blue eyes move back over to the woman, irritation spreading over him. She had only had three glasses of wine and she could barely keep her eyes open, "A-are you coming up," she slid out of the cab laughing, Damon scoffing as he turned back and saw Caroline at the stoop. The blonde was a good egg. He had spent plenty of time with her over the last year since his brother was dating one of her roommates an best friends. He couldn't tell but he could have sworn she was crying. Curiosity got the best of him and he took a 50 out of his wallet and handed it to the driver, "Keep the change," he muttered before following his very intoxicated date out of the cab.
When he turned around Caroline was gone and he frown, "C-come on," hiccupped his date as she cupped the front of his pants. Damon rolled his eyes and wrapped a hand around her wrist, "I'm going to pass tonight," he turned back and noticed a somewhat familiar guy slipping into Caroline's building as a couple left. Turning back to his date he sighed, seeing her slumped over on a park bench.
Damon carried her all the way up to her door where her roommate shook her head at the sight, taking her drunk roommate inside. He made his way downstairs and across the street. Something didn't feel right. He buzzed their apartment but there was no response. Looking at this watch, the time was 10:45pm. Maybe she was sleeping, but there was still something nagging him in the gut. Finally, someone left and Damon slipped through the opening.
Reaching the right apartment, he knocked, "Care?" held an ear up to the door when he hear muffled sounds. Listening more carefully, he heard Caroline whimpering and an agry voice whisper, "shut the fuck up," Damon didn't think twice before attempting to break down the door, "OPEN THE DOOR," he yelled, before he could hear shouting and Caroline screaming out in pain. That created some kind of super power within Damon and with another hard kick, it cracked open.
"Shit," his blue eyes first landed on Caroline, her clothes bloody. Then he found the culprit who really was no match for Damon, probably one of the most in shape guys in the city. The taller man moved quickly, snatching Simon by the shirt and punching him hard in the face, knocking the man unconscious. He moved quickly over to Caroline as he pulled his phone to call 911, "D-Damon?" she said in a confused voice.
"Shhh, Care, just relax, help is on the way," she sat down next to her and pulled him into his arms just before she herself lost consciousness.
