AUTHORS NOTE: I want to dedicate this chapter to a song. Exit Wounds-The Script (hence the first line) it's an amazing song! I siggest you losten to it. Anyway, thank you guys for your review and sorry I haven't updated in a while!
Caroline's POV.
My hands felt cold, and my body was numb. I was still contained with shock as I heard Tyler's car screeching away from me. I breathed. Something I hadn't done for the past two minutes of standing on the porch of my house. I didn't know what to do. He had kissed me. I had kissed him back. I had dome exactly what I wanted to avoid. Fall for him. "Oh my god" I whispered to myself, slowly unfreezing. I gulped. It was then I knew I couldn't stay here tonight. Not alone. Even if I couldn't talk to anyone about this I at least wanted to be around people who cared for me. So I ran. I ran to the only other place I could think of, besides the Lockwood mansion. My knuckles nkocked on the door of the Salvatore boarding house. After a short wait, Stefan appeared clearly suprised to see me.
"Caroline" He exclaimed, gesturing for me to come inside. I used to be here all the time, until of course I offered to go on spying duty. If I ever thought it would turn into something like this I would've let someone else take care of it. I put on the best fake smile I had. I was good at putting on a face. I had to a lot when I was human. I shrugged. "My moms on her all night shift and I didn't really feel like being alone" He laughed once shutting the door behind us. I danced into the main living area and lay on the red, velvet couch. Stefan placed himself in front of the fireplace and gave me accusing eyes. I pouted.
"I haven't done anything!" I argued. Stefan's head tilted to the right.
Using his stupid, annoying hand motions, he said "So you expect me to believe you just wanted to stay over because you didn't want to be alone? you seemed fine when we left you at..." He stopped himself. His green eyes looked down for a second and then suddenly came back in contact with mine. With knowledge of the big, fat lecture he was about to give me, I sat up from my position and patted the free space next to me. He sat willingly. Finally he spoke. "Is it Tyler?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. He sounded oh so like a big brother. I gritted my teeth together as I felt the sensational tingle in my nose, and tears trying to exit my eyes. I put my hands on my head and slightly turned away, hopefully covering up my sudden mood. But I couldn't get anything past Stefan now-a-days. "Caroline?" I felt his hand on my shoulder.
"Stefan can we just not talk about it?" I fumed. I looked at him. His eyes wondered down my cheeck and I knew what he was following. A single tear had fell, and my guard was brought slightly down. Of course, Stefan being Stefan had something to fire back with. "I know I'm not Elena or Bonnie but you can talk to me if you need to" He said calmly. His voice soothed my anger and distress. I just nodded. Could I really tell him? Were me and him close enough? I squeezed my eyes shut for a second and looked at Stefan. His leave green eyes narrowed with concern.
"I know I can talk to you, but this is something I need to... go through alone" and there it was. My oportunity to open up thrown out the window. Stefan looked unsure but accepted my descision. I smiled and thanked him for his concern though. When he left I decided that it was bed time for this vampire. I searched around the place looking for my pajamas I always kept here. Aha. Under the table that held Damon's whiskey. Strolling back to the sofa where I would probably end up sleeping, I starting peeling off my chlothes. I had replaced my grey skirt with teddybear bottoms. I shook of my black jacket and shrugged my white top over my head. It was then I heard him.
"Well hello lodger" I turned and jumped as Damon was in view leaning against the wall sipping on glass of what looked, and smelt, like blood. I quickly grabbed my baby blue colours t-shirt and put it on while muttering "Damon I was changing!".
"Oh come on Caroline it's not like I haven't seen it all before" He grinned and raised his left eyebrow. He placed the glass on a small table beside him now strutting towards me.
"Urg don't remind me" I said folding my chlothes and attempted to stuff them into my medium size hand-bag. My chlothes just about fitted in, but made my bad look more like an oversized pillow than something a girl would use to carry make-up, money and other everyday neccesities. "Here" Damon said, close to me handing a bloodpack over. I didn't even realise he was holding it. I took it, a ping a guilt shooting through me. "Seriously. Me giving to you is much better than you stealing from me" He smiled. That slanted smile with those cunning crystal eyes. I would have been shocked, but then I realised it's hard to get anything past him even as a vampire myself. I took it.
"Thanks..." I mumbled placing the bloodpack on a table near by. I would probably drink half before bed and save some for when I awaken in the morning. I'v noticed that I'm hungrier in the morning and so have devised a drinking pattern in order to keep my thirst under control. I sighed. I felt Damon's eye scroll me up and down.
"Something bothering you blondie?" He asked, hands in his loose black jeans, still that cockiness to him. I sank into the sofa once more.
"Wouldn't you like to know Damon" I replied closing my eyes and gulping back some saliva. When I re-opened them I was about to demand he left me to go to bed, but I couldn't. His face looked...human. He looked well and truly concerned about me. Me. I had to stop saying that. Being selfish. Now would be a good time to start.
"How's Rose?" I stood up amused at his sudden expression. I had caught him off guard, not an easy thing to do. I folded my arms. His mouth turned into a hard line and he folded his arms. Too everyone else, Rose was just another vampire Damon felt sorry for and would kill eventually. But I knew the truth. Damon cared for Rose to an extent. I narrowed his eyes. Something he did when he flicked the switch he thought he had.
"She's dead" He shrugged. "It happens" Now I narrowed my eyes and sighed frustratedly. I had to admit I did enjoy these games sometimes, but other times it was just plain annoying. This being one of those times. I shook my head.
"You know, people would respect you more if you didn't hold your emotions back... you miss her, you didn't want her to die" I said on a serious note.
"I don't know what you're talking about Caroline" Using his hand gestures. For once his face told me something entirely different to what his voice had. Then it happened. He looked at me. He knew, that I knew. I felt... urg I couldn't decide how I felt. Amazed? amazed that he was actually looking at me. Not in a sexual way or any kind of romantic way, but that he was seeing me. It felt like since last year when he fed on me and created blockages in my memory with compulsion that he hadn't actually seen me for, well me.
I was just Caroline stereotypical, attention-whore blondie whose life took a turn to the dark side. Maybe now, the deepness of his gaze, meant that he was considering me as a trusted, loyal friend. Or just a gullible spy willing to do whatever it takes to fit in. I thought rolling my eyes. I guess immortality wasn't so much different from being a human after all. I was astonished that the fact of me impressing Damon had actually occurred to me. I was even more astonished that I was excited about impressing him.
I let it go. "Forget it" I shrugged. "Now, if you don't mind" I hinted. His cockiness returned and he quickly rebounded with a oh-so-Damon-like comment.
"Sure you don't want me to stay with you?" He said slightly pouting and doing the "eye thing" Elena often reffered to.
I laughed. "I'm trying to prevent nightmares Damon not attract them" I smiled.
He shrugged. "Your loss I suppose. I can take a hint" He walked up the huge stairs. "Goodnight Caroline" he sang. The footsteps got lighter and I was alone again. I sighed reconsidering the offer of Damon staying with me. Then quickly demolished the thought. I grabbed a spare blanket and pulled it over me. The light were never on in the Salvatore house of a night. It was all lit up by the huge fireplace. I smiled staring deeply into the sparks and watched the wood burn. Slowly sleep took me over.
A beautiful dream swamped my mind. The chemistry, the forbidden love between the two natural enemies, the kiss they shared.
But of course, this wasn't a dream, just a replay of a very recent memory...