Hey Guys! Back again w/ a slightly shorter wait. I have the next part ready (yay). So it should be too long. Reviews are love. :)
Vampire Diaries is not mine.
"Yes Caroline" he revved up the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.
" But…But." she stammered. "Why?"
He sighed, turned the engine on and started driving. "Closest werewolf I could find. Home?"
"I'm coming with you" she blurted out, " I'll grab my stuff quickly."
He didn't bother arguing with her, not when he knew he couldn't, and not when he knew that he wanted her there. If he was being selfish that was just too bad, Caroline wouldn't back down, and he would protect her. He would make sure she was safe. So he nodded and kept driving.
Caroline packed with in five minutes, and ran back outside, where Tyler was still waiting. Tyler started the car and after a few minutes asked, "What about your Mom?" Caroline didn't answer right away, she bit her lip, her first instinct, and it pained her to admit it, was to compel her mom, she turned to Tyler with nervous, confused eyes. Tyler reached into his pocket and handed her his phone. "Call Stefan. Or Damon. You don't have to do it." She nodded gratefully, and placed the call. She called Damon, he would do it for her, she told him that she had to leave town for a few days, and he said he would deal with it. She sighed and leaned back into the seat, and realized Tyler always knew what she was thinking. Well, not always, but for the past few weeks. And the same could be said for her; not exactly what he was thinking per say, but it wasn't just a feeling. She knew. It was inexplicable, maybe it's a side effect of being supernatural or something, she wasn't satisfied with that explanation, but she shook it off. Other things to deal with Caroline, focus.
She had packed for about a week, and she was content letting him drive for a bit, but she insisted that she would be driving after. She knew he needed to get away, but she was not going to have him falling asleep at the wheel. She pulled out a bottle of water from her bag and placed it in the cup holder, next she took her showed off and sat criss-cross on the seat. He looked at her with a bemused expression. "What. Are. You. Doing?"
"Tyler Lockwood. It is approximately an 18 hour drive to Maine. Barring no traffic, which there obviously will be because it is a long weekend. We are going to be in the car for a long time. I am just getting comfortable" His smile grew and she looked away from him and said in a fake serious voice. "Go. Get your clothing". He parked and ran toward his house, with a smile on his face. Strange Caroline thought I've seen him smile more today than he has for a long time.
Ten minutes later they were on their way. Two pillows, on blanket, water bottles, snacks, maps shoes, and a computer bag filled the back seat. While the trunk was stuffed with ropes, bloodbags, chains, vervain darts, wolfsbane and other items, that should they be pulled over by the police, would require some serious explaining.
Caroline leaned back in the seat, yawning, Tyler's eyes were closed in the seat next to her, and Caroline could tell he was sleeping, his breathe was steady and she felt his peace. They had driven the whole day, with Caroline taking over after dinner. They had stopped by at a rather run down diner, but they ate like mad people. Tyler poked fun at her, saying that she ate too much, shutting up rather promptly when she pointed out that he ordered twice the amount of food. They laughed at some people in the dinner, joked, chatted with the waitress and ate and ate. They talked on and off amicably the whole ride, sometimes chatting away about their childhood, about school and sometimes listening to music, playfully. Caroline learned more about Tyler in one day than she knew about him her whole life; he learned that he hated Katy Perry, liked Nirvana and (surprisingly) Lifehouse. She learned that he like watching old movies, classics he called them "not like the insane amounts of trash that they make now", and that he spoke four languages fluently, Italian, French, Hindi and Spanish. When she asked him how he said, picked 'em up, and when she pushed him he said, not quite looking at her, sometimes I got bored at home alone. And once again, Caroline felt her chest constrict. They hadn't talked after that, instead Caroline insisted that he get a little shut-eye because she could drive all night.
Neither of them brought up any of the things that should be forefront of their minds, but after a long time she felt content. There was something about talking with Tyler and she couldn't find anywhere else. They had they're rhythm, one that they had never had before, but it didn't seem new. There was so much going on in Mystic Falls, there was so much tension and with Tyler it seemed to all slip away. They had been driving through the night and Caroline, although she didn't need as much sleep as the regular person, she was beginning to realize that she did, in fact, need it, contrary to what she told Tyler. They were in a remote area, nothing except highway and trees. I'll just pull over at the next exit and see what I find.