Under My Skin by asesina:
Chapter Two
Damon Salvatore had never really fancied himself to be any kind of amateur psychologist, but after one hundred and sixty years, he had gotten pretty darn good at reading people.
Blondie, as he affectionately began to call her, wasn't exactly an airhead.
In fact, she could be rather conniving and cheeky when she wanted to be.
However, Damon noticed that she was rather aware of his lingering gaze, and he instantly pegged her as an insecure beauty queen who would do anything for attention or approval.
When he flashed her a grin at the Mystic Grill, he almost laughed at how predictable her response was. She smiled back and fluttered her fingers in a shy, tentative wave, and she was his for the taking.
Even though he hadn't really been 23 for over a hundred years, Damon found it incredibly easy to slip back into his smooth-talking, mysterious bad boy persona.
He leaned on the bar and studied Blondie's sly smile and heavy-lidded gaze.
No compulsion necessary, he noted proudly.
Damon noticed the way that she twirled a wayward blond curl between her long, thin fingers, and he was instantly consumed with an unquenchable desire to destroy her.
She was entirely too cute, too perky, and too happy.
However, luckily for Damon, she was also extremely willing to chat up older men at the local bar/grill, and she was falling right into his trap.
"Damon, is it?" she murmured dreamily.
"Don't wear it out," Damon said with a wry grin.
"I'm so glad to finally meet a guy who isn't interested in one of my friends. You're so much older, too. We should hang out," she added with a wink.
"Sounds like a great idea, but what would your parents think?" Damon replied with a false sense of decency.
"My mom is never home. She's the sheriff," Blondie added as she twirled the straw in her diet Sprite absentmindedly.
"Well, I will see you later, then," he said with a wink.
"What was your name again?" Damon asked suddenly.
"Caroline. Don't wear it out," she said as she flashed him a pearly grin.
"So, is eight ok?" she said in a low voice.
"Only if you're okay with it being a school night," Damon said with feigned concern.
"Oh, please. I'm up all night!" Caroline exclaimed.
There it was again. Damon smirked at her constant need to impress him. He nodded and gave Caroline a winning smile to seal the deal.
"Okay! I'll see you later," she purred. Damon choked back a laugh as he downed the last of his scotch and waved good bye to Blondie.
"Caroline," he corrected.
He couldn't wait to hear that sweet voice begging him not to kill her.