Ok, long chapter, but I think you guys are going to love it! It's my favorite so far. Plus there's a great Damon/Caroline scene.
Caroline's POV:
When I wake up, I realize instantly that I've been hit on the head and shot up with enough vervain that my limbs are so weak they feel like jelly. Even if I wanted to move right now, there is no strength in my entire body to get it done. Besides all the vervain, I am tied to a tree. The rope would probably be easy enough to tear apart, if I was at my regular strength. Across from the tree, there's a guy sitting on one of those fold- up chairs, he's snoring. I can still hear the Lockwood's party so I know that I can't be that far away from anyone that could save me. The question is how to get them to figure out that I need help. The only weapons I have at hand are my fangs and there's no way I could get to the rope with them.
Over head the fireworks have started, and they bring me back to a time when everything was simpler. Last year, I had gone to the party with Elena and Bonnie. Elena had just broken up with Matt and she had just lost her parents. I had convinced her that being around people would help her heal. Instead of healing all three of us had gotten plastered, and by the time the fireworks had started we were hiding out in the gazebo on the back lawn laughing our asses off at the image of our English teacher tripping and landing face first into Carol Lockwood's prize winning hydrangeas.
This year, the fireworks have started and I have a sneering, ugly werewolf in my face, guess the fireworks woke him up.
"I am going to have so much fun ripping you to shreds," he says spitting all over my face. Suddenly, he straightens goes back to his fold up chair, takes out a gun and shoots me. He shoots me over and over again, while I scream. I wonder if anyone at the party notices I'm missing, if anyone cares.
As I start to black out again, I think back to the last time I was in this much pain. Last time I couldn't even scream.
Flashback a few months
I am lying in my bed thinking about the night I just had. The Founders council hosted a ball tonight, and all of us wore old vintage gowns and we danced as if it were the 1800's even though no one knew the dance moves. Well that's not true Damon and Stefan knew the moves.
Flashback to the dance
Somehow, I had ended up at the punch bowel all by myself. Matt was my date for the night, but I had already pulled him through 2 dances and he had said he needed some air. That was obviously an excuse for him to be able to go outside and drink from the flask that Tyler had snuck in. I let him go; I was tired of dragging him along the floor, pretending to dance because neither of us knew what we were doing.
"You look bored," someone says from behind me and as I turn I can't help laughing at the sight before me. No not laughing, giggling. I am giggling hysterical at Damon Salvatore.
"What is soo funny?" he asks.
"You! Look at you, you look…" I couldn't finish. I'm sure my face was probably turning red from the amusement of it all. He is wearing what one could only imagine George Washington had worn in his day and age.
"Sexy, I look sexy, say it Blondie," he says. He has this smirk on his face the one that tells you that he knows how hot he really is.
"Ridiculous," I blurt out, "you look ridiculous," I finish. It gives me some triumph to see the smirk disappear. Ha! I have just deflated his huge ego. 1 point for Caroline and 0 for Damon. All my mental gloating is for nothing though because the next second Damon's hand is on my arm and he's dragging me out onto the dance floor.
"Wha- What are you doing, Damon?" I hiss. We were moving so fast I can't think straight.
"We're dancing, but perhaps you wouldn't be able to recognize it since Lover boy can't dance," he says.
"You were watching me! Why?" I ask.
"Don't read too much into it. You and your boyfriend were stumbling over the place. It was like a train wreck. Couldn't look away." He says. We're twirling faster and faster across the floor. I know there are other people dancing, but Damon expertly weaves us around them. I would never admit it to him, but I am seriously impressed.
"Where did you learn how to do this…?" I ask. I'm fishing for anything, any topic I can get to prolong this conversation, this dance just a little bit further.
"It's called a waltz and my mother taught me," he says. It is the first time, since meeting Damon Salvatore that I remember him being so gentle so kind. His eyes are bright when he mentions his mom.
"Is that where Stefan learned how to dance like this too?" I ask. My stomach lurches as instantly his reaction changes. He pushes me away from him and his eyes turn icy.
"I'm not wasting anymore of my time, Barbie." He snarls and rushes away, within moments I've lost sight of him.
The rest of the night goes by fast. I find Matt outside by the garden. He's throwing up in a fountain. When I finally find someone to drive me home, it is well past 2 am and I'm ready to crawl into bed and drift off. Instead, the memory of Damon pushing me away keeps me awake. Restlessly I fall asleep, tossing and turning.
When I wake up, there's someone standing over me. I can't remember who, and they're shoving something at my mouth. There's blood everywhere, but I can't tell where it's coming from. I try to scream, but the person takes my pillow and starts suffocating me with it. I kick and I punch, but there just pushing harder on the pillow and I'm losing oxygen faster, and then I black out.
Flashback ends.
Caroline Back in the Woods
Next up Damon's POV…Plus the gang finally finds Caroline.