A/N: Some Daroline love because I just love the idea of Damon and Caroline friendship, especially since they've been through so much together. So here's the chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

I only noticed that the rain had stopped pounding on my skin when my pores sizzled with warmth, due to the shelter the Salvatore Boarding House provided me with. Someone, maybe Bonnie, probably Stefan, had draped a grey fluffy blanket around me as the huge fireplace came into view. The numb feeling remained within my being. I slowly sat myself on the blood red sofa, starring into the flames dancing. Tears fell off their own accord now; I willingly let them, not particularly bothered about my appearance at this very moment. Most of all I wanted to… needed to return to Tyler. The image of his lifeless body lying on the wet ground wouldn't leave my mind. I wasn't quite sure whether I was alone. I heard the muffled sound of voices gradually approaching me. I took the energy to breathe in some air before standing from my position, allowing the blanket to fall from my shoulders. There I was faced with a very pissed off looking Damon with his hand gripped on Elena's arm stopping her from entering the living room. Our eyes connected for a moment, a flash of concern flickering faintly within his ice blue pupil. "She's not ready. She's just watched the man she loves die!" He said through gritted teeth. The urge to smile at Damon's thoughtfulness washed upon me, but my mouth didn't move. Elena simply shrugged Damon's hand off viciously, sympathy filling her huge brown eyes as she made her way over to me. Why did she feel the need to sympathise? She has everything she wants. It's not like she'll ever loose the person she loves. And even if such a thing happened there will probably be a line of shoulders to cry on. Who did I have? What shoulder did I have to cry on? Exactly. I'm just expected to get through it alone. My breath caught in my throat. Empty. I felt completely, hopelessly empty. Damon rolled his eyes shaking his head not bothering to watch as Elena walked towards me.

"Hey Care…" Elena's voice was apologetic, but for some reason made me…angry. Why? Because it's her fault? What does that even mean…I guess if it wasn't for her Adria-Klaus wouldn't have even come to Mystic Falls. No one would be in this mess. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be so damn insecure about everything. If it wasn't for her I would have a best friend, I wouldn't be a third wheel. If it wasn't for her I'd still be human and able to have a normal fucking relationship. I cursed viciously. I felt the anger inside me began to build up to the surface as the list continued. In fact, come to think of it, everything that's good in my life seems to disappear at her cost. I lost Matt because he couldn't let her go, I lost Bonnie because I guess Elena was the better choice, I lost a chance to maybe be with Stefan, hell I've lost most things because of my "friend". I felt my top lip curl upwards into a snarl. I lost Tyler…because of her. It was all her fault. "Caroline?" Elena asked, confusion clouding her eyes. She lifted her hand up to my shoulder. I brutally shrugged it away, unable to control my next actions. Before I knew it, my stone cold hands were wrapped around her throat. I pushed her up the wall knocking a pretty abstract painting in the process. The crash of the glass must have alerted the other vampires present in the house since I felt the abrupt gush of wind tickle my skin as soon as it happened.

"C-c-a-a-a-r-" Elena choked out half of my name rolling her 'r'. I felt my fangs slip out of my gums easily, the veins in my face bulging out of my skin. I imagined dark red filling in the whites of my eyes and me, looking like an absolute monster. But maybe that's what I was without him. Nothing but a monster…

"It's your fault! Everything is because of you" I screamed, tightening my grip around her throat, pushing her dainty body against the wall with much more force. She squealed, creating strange muffled sounds. With her mouth open wide gasping for air, droplets of saliva began to soar from her lips, flying in the air. I heard my name being thrown about by different voices behind me, hands attempting to pull me away, me refusing. "Why do you even have to exist? Huh? With your perky little body and your long, glossy hair. It's pathetic" My voice was lower this time, my face inches away from hers as I spoke through gritted teeth. Elena was obviously afraid. But really what did she have to be afraid off? Because of me she walked the earth another day. I'm the one who killed Klaus after all. Yet no one acknowledges the fact. The fact that if it wasn't for me we'd all be dead within the next year. Precious Elena would be dead. No one cares about me. That's why. They're just happy it's over and that Elena's okay. The sound of Elena's frantic heart vibrated through my ears, my fingers squeezing her throat just a little more. "Why couldn't you have just died when you were supposed to in the car crash?" I spat through my teeth. I watched as Elena's face grew horrified, tears slipping from her doe eyes.

"That's enough Caroline!" I heard Stefan shout. He then threw me off Elena. Elena fell to the floor as did I. Her hands rubbed against her neck, tears silently falling off her cheeks and onto the floor. She sat, trying to get her breath back. I took in the scene before me. Shattered glass sat beside Elena, Stefan crouched over her trying to settle her down. My eyes drifted to Bonnie's face. I didn't know what to make of it if I'm honest. She looked furious…but at the same time sympathetic. Nothing unusual there. I thought. My eyes then landed on Damon. His arms were folded as he starred at Elena with a…look of disgust? A look he rarely gave her, but often gave me. His mouth remained a hard line. I had done this. I had caused all of this this. Hurting the people around me wouldn't bring Tyler back. That's not what he would've wanted. I let my mouth open wider forcing my fangs back in, feeling the tension release from my face as the veins retreated to their hiding place and got up quickly on my feet.

"I…I'm sorry" I managed to get out before speeding off through the house. The interior décor that had always impressed me blurred past. I unknowingly found myself in the huge room that belong to the dark haired Salvatore brother. I examined it for a moment. I tried to remember the last time I was here but it was all a drunken haze. The only part I remember is waking up in his bed, however I was far too concerned with getting out and never really took time to intake how beautiful his room actually was. For starters it was huge. The wooden floor beneath me was shiny as I walked across it. A double bed was placed against the skilfully wallpapered walls; two big crystal clear windows that took you out to a small balcony allowing slits of moonlight to shine on the fabric of the sheets. His room lead into an extremely modern bathroom consisting of about four huge mirrors (typical) with a large sink placed in front of the two centre ones, a white tub and silver showerhead above. I sighed letting my feet take me over to his bed. I'm sure he'll kick me out when he finds me here but I couldn't think about that right now. I let the soft pleasure of the bed massage my back whilst I starred at the small sparkling chandelier placed directly above me.

He was gone.

He was really gone.

My chest ached so badly, the pain that circled my body refusing to take mercy on me. I begged it to I did…but it didn't listen. Instead it deepened. The room blurred, the tingling sensation in my nose alerted me that droplets of water were about to fall from my eyes. With Tyler gone what do I have, really? An eternity of misery. I scoffed as I mentally mocked the quote Stefan and Damon had used between them so much. I lay my arm across my eyes in embarrassment when I started to whimper, my voice echoing in the emptiness of the room. I should just leave town. I have nothing left here. Everyone was too concerned with Elena's safety to worry about my hurting. Or I should just, get a stake and be done with myself. I grunted, re-opening my eyes. Yesterday there was one person in this town that loved me. Now there were none. I sat myself up, noticing the dark figure leaning against the door frame holding in his hands two glasses of what smelt like bourbon. Damon's expression was hard to read, however I noticed that glimmer of sincerity he held in his almost smile. He walked over to me and extended his arm to me, offering the alcohol. I let my suspicion fade away. I took the glass of odd coloured liquid and took a swig. The alcoholic burn tickled my wind pipe on its way down. The bed dipped slightly due to the extra weight of Damon who had seated himself next to me. A silence clouded the room, both of us finishing our drinks within about three gulps. "I'm sorry about before…" I simply said, apologizing. Sure I could be mad at Elena, at everyone really, but my actions towards her were inexcusable and wrong. I probably should have handled the situation a little better. Then again, someone had to tell her. Since no one else around here has the damn guts I suppose it was left to me in that one blissful moment where I let the anger take over the pain. Damon shook his head. "I don't know what came over me".

"It's not your fault" He replied, his voice lacking concern. I was immediately confused.

"But, I hurt her. I shouldn't have…" I shook my head unable to finish the sentence I managed to sniffle out. Damon's shoulders shrugged upwards then fell back down, his eyes finally connecting with mine.

"I did warn her Caroline," He paused. "She can be insufferable sometimes" Damon's frustrated tone puzzled me. He was really mad at Elena. He laughed humourlessly as he shifted closer to my position on his bed. "What you did tonight was incredibly stupid" He said widening his eyes for a split second when he said 'stupid', swiftly changing the subject back to how much of a damn disappointment I was. However he was correct. My eyes wondered to the perfectly clean floor of his room. I nodded. "But it was also really brave. I didn't think you had it in you Barbie". My head snapped up, an almost smile clinging within my features. He smiled a genuine smile. A smile he hardly ever ever flashed. A smile that suited him immensely. Amongst the numb pain, I felt a glimmer of happiness.

"Thank you…" I whispered. Tears seeping from my waterline whilst I placed the empty crystal glass on the dark, wooden and expensive looking bedside table. Damon laughed, playfully rolling his eyes.

"Why what good deed did I accomplish this time?" I fluttered my lashes, unable to stop the tears.

"For being here. Stefan doesn't care. He likes to make out that he does but…he doesn't. Him and Bonnie live a world were only Elena exists. I thought you did too but…here you are-" I couldn't stop my voice from croaking, cutting off my sentence. Damon took care of me immediately wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into a comforting side hug shushing me, letting me cry. He rubbed my arm soothingly with his huge hand. "I am so tired of being second best to everyone" I whimpered out. Damon inhaled slightly before speaking.

"Me too" He whispered gulping after he spoke. "You know Caroline, just because I…" He paused, probably searching for a word other than love. "Care" He finally said. "For Elena, doesn't mean I always agree with her or her actions. You've been through a lot tonight. She should have left you for a while. She can't just expect everything to go her way. Sometimes she needs to take a step back and let someone else have all the attention. You've just lost Tyler. It ceases to amaze me how no one seems to care. How everyone is still very concerned about Elena's welfare. And all I kept thinking was, 'I know how it feels'. You should be everyone's number one priority tonight. Not Elena." His words were beautifully put and I fully understood exactly what he meant. He too had no one when he lost Katherine, and he looses Elena everyday. Every kiss, hug, gaze that she and Stefan share he looses her just a little bit more.

I sniffled before replying "I can't believe you're being like this. I mean, I always knew you were good but I never thought…" I shook my head in disbelief.

"I'm not good. I'm bad. And I like it"

I laughed. "Yeah Damon. Whatever"

Silence surrounded us, thoughts of Tyler whirling my mind.

"It hurts…" I said after a while. Damon tightened his arms around me.

"I know…I know" He whispered soothingly into my ear. My fingers took a fistful of his signature black t-shirt. It was uncontrollable. I was still devastated about Tyler, but I was also incredibly grateful that I wasn't alone. Not now. But when I thought about it more I still was. My werewolf. He was gone. Instead of blaming Elena I should just blame myself. If I hadn't have interfered with his life, if I hadn't have fell for him he would still be here. I cried into Damon's chest for just a little longer. We then, heard distant footsteps coming from the hall. We weren't fazed by it. We didn't move. Didn't flinch, even when a hard faced, folded armed Stefan was standing right in front of us. Although Damon did give him an extremely pissed off glance.

"Caroline…" Stefan started.

"Just go Stefan" Damon snapped in favour of me. I appreciated it, holding onto him tighter. When Stefan refused to leave and carried on standing there Damon took action. He got up of the bed snatching something from Stefan before extending his hand out to me. I took it without thinking, still sniffling as we walked through the darkened house. Eventually coldness bit my skin, trees by passing me. Damon and I walked in a comfortable silence. A silence that didn't need words. The last time we were this close he was using me as a puppet, feeding off me, erasing my memory. I'd like to think this Damon was real. That he wasn't just about to push me to the floor, point his finger and laugh in my face. Relief washed over me when he never. In fact he did something completely uncharacteristic. I blinked my eyes in awe at the breathtakingly beautiful waterfall before us. My eyebrows rose automatically. How the hell was this here, in Mystic Falls, a town crawling with supernatural elements? A town in which everyone knew like the back of their hand. It amazed me to think that this beautiful object had just been sitting here, ignored.

"How…" I forced out.

"It's Stefan's secret thinking place" He started. I threw a puzzled glance in his direction. He shrugged. "You know me. I know everything" He whispered the end sentence forcing a genuine laugh to fall from my lips.

"It's amazing" I breathed, allowing my legs to give in under a large rock placed beside the water. Damon's smile faltered a little as he kneeled down in front of me. He dug his hands into his right pocket pulling out a white sheet of folded paper. I tried to ignore the huge pang in my stomach but it was unavoidable when Damon placed the note on my lap.

"I'm gonna go now. You stay here for as long as you want. I'll make sure no one disturbs you" Damon whispered in such a clear, protective voice whilst standing up. I mirrored his movement letting the piece of paper fall from my lap and kissed him gently on his unshaven cheek.

"Thanks Damon. I mean it" I replied. He simply nodded before turning and leaving. My head dropped to the floor, starring intently at the piece of flickering paper clinging to the grass. In the back of my mind I knew exactly what it was. I wasn't stupid. At a snail's pace I lowered my body crossing my legs before I could hit the floor and placed my palm on top of the paper. Shutting my eyes I picked it up, unfolded it, tears filling my eyes at the familiar handwriting that belonged to Tyler.

Dear Caroline,

So if you're reading this now I guess the plan didn't work. I wasn't counting on it anyway if I'm being really honest. Anyway I'm writing this now shamelessly crying at the possibility of never seeing you again. I love you. With everything I have. I know it's probably too late for that now but you need to know. Maybe I shouldn't have done what I did. Maybe wherever I am now I'll regret it for the rest of my life or, afterlife…but I'll always be so incredibly proud of myself for allowing you to walk the earth another day. As for Adrian, he can burn in hell. Don't forget me, my lovely vampire. I will never forget you. I love you, I'll miss you.

Tyler.

My fingers began to scrunch up the letter suddenly with the abrupt rush of emotions that washed through my body. I shut my eyes ever so tightly pulling the piece of mangled paper to my chest, still crushing it in between my palms. I imagined him, sitting at Stefan's desk cluttered with books and book pages. The image became clear in my mind and for a moment I was there. He was scribbling with a pen. He looked the letter over then shook his head, scrunched it up and threw it in the overflowing trash can. He dropped the pen, lifting his hand to rub across his face a tear trailing down his flustered cheek. Something pulled me from the heartbreaking vision. A noise. A crackle…as if someone had accidently stepped on a stray branch. My eyes shot open, my head spun around. Nothing. I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Damn…birds" I whispered to myself shaking my head and wiping some of my tears away. I sighed standing up from the floor and stuffing the paper in my pocket.

"No birds. Just me" I froze at the voice from behind me. Surely it…can't be. I turned around hurriedly. My eyes widening at the figure in front of me, smiling softly. My breathing increased. A knot formed in my stomach. Or was that butterflies?

"Tyler?"

A/N: You guys didn't think I'd really kill Tyler off did you? :D I considered it but couldn't bring myself to do it! Just wanna thank all you guys for reading and reviewing and also a special thanks to twotoe for the idea! Next chapter will be up ASAP will lots of fluff and sex! WOOP CAN'T WAIT! xoxo