A/N: Hey, all! These drabbles are all Damon-related and therefore have ***TRIGGER WARNINGS*** for sexual assault.
Abridged Summaries:
1. Caroline calls MF gang out on their double standard bullshit.
2. Sequel to above one-shot. VERY dark.
3. One-shot set in a separate universe than the above two where Klaus finds out about Damon's abuse of Caroline.
Something Klaroline where Caroline basically has a go at all the Mystic Falls Gang about their lack of action regarding Damon's treatment of her and the double standard regarding her and Elena's transitions (Bonnie's threats to Caroline about what would happen if she killed anyone, Damon trying to kill her without even giving her a chance etc. while everyone just bent over backwards to help Elena when she turned)?
"Caroline?"
Caroline put the last suitcase in her trunk and turned to see Stefan walking towards her, Elena, Bonnie, and Damon on his heels. She groaned. She should have left a note instead of texting him. That way she'd at least have a head start.
She closed the trunk firmly and resigned herself to what would most likely be an incredibly painful conversation.
"Caroline, what was that text for?"
"I'm leaving," Caroline said, her voice shaking.
"Why?"
She shrugged. "There isn't a reason to stay."
"But Caroline…We'll miss you."
"Yeah, well. You're an adult, Elena. I think you can deal with it."
Elena gave her a reproachful look.
"Where are you planning on going?" Stefan asked.
Caroline shrugged. "New Orleans," She said lightly.
"You're going to see Klaus?" Elena asked disbelievingly, "Really, Caroline?"
"Yes, really," Caroline said calmly.
"But…But he's killed so many people."
Caroline let her eyes dart from Elena to Damon and back, her meaning clear even though she hadn't spoken.
"That's different," Elena said hastily, her fingers interlocking with Damon's, almost like a reflex, "He's better now."
"Until you break up with him, at which point he will kill the entire human population of Virginia," Caroline said dryly.
Damon was strangely silent, his eyes narrowed and calculating.
"No, listen, Caroline, you can't do this. Klaus is—"
"I can't do this?" Caroline repeated disbelievingly, "You cannot tell me what I can and cannot do, Elena. This is my life, and my choice."
"But it's a stupid choice."
"Yeah, well, you make those all the time, and generally during your stupid choices other people end up dying. The only person I am risking in this is me," Caroline snapped, feeling a twinge of guilt at Elena's hurt look.
"Caroline…" Bonnie jumped in slowly, "That was over the line."
"No. What's over the line is my best friend since Kindergarten hating me for something I couldn't control and making me deal with my transition alone, and plotting to kill me. What's over the line is all of you ignoring the fact that Damon was using me as a human blood bag, sex toy, and minion for the first half of junior year. What's over the line is you all expecting me to sacrifice myself so that Elena can run off and kill us all," She said, her voice calm and flat.
She would be yelling, but she was tired of fighting. She was tired of spending every day looking over her shoulder wondering what horrible supernatural villain would be after Elena next. She was tired of having to go along with Damon's terrible plans. She was tired of being expendable.
Her mom was dead, and she was ready to leave.
"Look, you guys might be my friends, but that doesn't change the fact that you have been terrible friends. I deserve to be able to go out on my own, whether with Klaus or not, whether you approve or not. It's my life."
"Caroline, you're not being fair," Bonnie said quietly.
"Life's not fair," She said, shrugging, "If I have to deal with being in the presence of the asshole who raped me and abused me every day because my best friend is dating him and gets mad when I say that I'm uncomfortable with it, you guys can deal with me taking an extended vacation."
"But it's Klaus," Elena said, as though that would make her argument make total sense.
"Yes. It's Klaus. The only reason you are angry about this is because he tried to hurt you. I don't want to deal with this anymore, Elena, I really, really don't."
"You're making a huge mistake, Care," Bonnie said.
Before Caroline could reply, Damon jumped in.
"Let her go."
"What?" Elena asked sharply.
"Let her go," Damon repeated, "If she wants to go get into a relationship with Klaus, that's her problem. You're obviously not going to change her mind. You're wasting your breath. Just let her be an idiot, and when she comes crawling back to us later we'll deal with it."
"Wow, Damon. That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Caroline said, her voice sickly sweet.
"No problem, Blondie."
"Caroline…" Elena started again, her eyes narrowed.
"I'm leaving," Caroline said quietly, "And nothing you say will stop me."
Stefan had been standing silently for the whole conversation, slightly away from the rest of the group, and Caroline was almost surprised when he spoke. "I'll come with you."
"What? Stefan—"
"No, Elena. This way she'll have someone with her, and I'll be able to get out of Mystic Falls, which I've been wanting to do for awhile, as you know."
"But Stefan…"
Stefan held up a hand, and Elena trailed off. "Ready to go?"
Caroline nodded.
"I'll drive," He offered, holding his hand out for the keys.
About twenty minutes later, once they turned onto the freeway, Stefan suddenly cleared his throat and spoke. "I'm sorry, Caroline."
"Hmm?"
"We should have been better about Damon when you were human."
"Yep."
"And been more supportive when you transitioned."
"Yep."
"And I shouldn't have been a dick last summer."
"Yep."
"You're my best friend."
"Mmmmmhm."
He sighed, and she smiled slightly, pulling out her phone and hitting Klaus's contact number. It only rang a few times before there was a click and his voice came over the line.
"Caroline?"
"Hey," She said, unable to restrain a smile, "I'll be there in ten hours."
"Be where?"
"New Orleans."
There was a beat of silence before he spoke again, and Caroline could hear the smile in his voice.
"Really, now?"
"Yes. Really. I'm bringing Stefan though, so he'll need somewhere to stay."
"I'll have someone make up a guest room."
"Great. I'll see you soon."
"Of course, love."
She hung up and leaned back in her seat, watching the miles go by through her passenger window. At this point, there was no where her life could go but up.
Sequel to above drabble. VERY dark.
It had been a few years since she'd left with Klaus, but Caroline was back in Mystic Falls after having gotten a frantic call from Elena. All Elena would say was that someone got bitten by a werewolf. Caroline knew that it had been Damon, because if it had been anyone else, Elena wouldn't have been so secretive about it.
As she approached Elena and Damon's apartment, the vial of blood clutched in her hand, she tried to decide what she wanted to do.
Elena was one of her friends. She might not have been the best friend Caroline had ever had, but she was still her friend. Elena deserved happiness, no matter who ended up making her happy.
She really couldn't judge, after all. Klaus was almost as bad as Damon, really. He'd never forced himself on a woman, but he'd killed people…
Then again, so had Damon.
She knocked on the door, and Elena let her in, her face stained with tears. "He's in the bedroom," Elena said quietly, standing aside to let her in.
"Can you give us a minute?" Caroline asked Elena quietly.
Elena nodded, and Caroline entered, closing the door behind her, and unpacking some enchanted sage from her purse, setting it to burn. She sat down next to the bed, where Damon was lying, pale and sweaty.
"Blondie."
"Damon."
They were silent for a moment, both lost in their thoughts.
"Are you going to give me the vial, or what?"
"Are you really going to be rude to the one person that can save you?"
Damon frowned. "You're Elena's friend. You want Elena to be happy. Elena loves me."
Caroline nodded. "I know."
Neither of them moved.
"So…" Damon started, clearly becoming impatient.
"I know that you know that I love my friends, and you're right, I want Elena to be happy. I value loyalty, and I generally think I'm a pretty nice person. The thing is…You're not my friend. I don't like you. You used me, and you abused me, and you raped me…And I don't particularly want to help you.
"I don't think of myself as selfish, really, anymore. I'm proud of myself for not being selfish. I know that I've grown…But I don't think it would be selfish to kill you. I'm not the only one you've hurt."
"Klaus has hurt more people than I have," Damon said quietly.
Caroline shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. The difference is that I care about him. And frankly, I couldn't give any less fucks about you. I hate you, Damon."
Damon's eyes widened, as he seemed to finally realize what she was saying.
"You're not going to cure me, are you?" He asked quietly, pale and tired looking.
She shook her head. "No. I'm not."
"Elena will hate you."
"She has forever to forgive me," Caroline said quietly.
"So would you, if you kept me alive."
"I know, and…I'm not sorry, Damon."
It happened in less than a second. His heart was lying on the floor, his veins were grey, his eyes hollow…
And she had been right. She wasn't sorry.
Klaroline. Klaus finds out how Damon treated Caroline and flips out. Bonus if the other Originals get in on it too - because we all know that Kol, at least, would need only the flimsiest of excuses to do damage to Damon. Second bonus if Kol wields a baseball bat (because we all know those were awesome scenes).
"What's going on?" Caroline asked suspiciously as soon as she walked through the front door of the mansion and saw all four living Originals sitting in the living room together.
They had immediately stopped talking as soon as she'd entered, and she narrowed her eyes as she kicked off her shoes (Caroline having declared it a "shoes-off house" after the hardwood floor in the hallway had to be replaced when Rebekah sped down it in her Louboutins trying to hit Kol with her curling iron).
"We're having a family meeting," Elijah said stiffly.
"What kind of family meeting?" Caroline asked warily.
The fact that she had not been invited, as she usually was, was a bad sign.
"The kind where we talk about all the slow and painful ways to torture Damon Salvatore," Kol said gleefully, dodging Klaus's attempt to whack him in the head and Rebekah's angry scolding for telling.
"Why would you want to torture Damon slowly and painfully?" Caroline asked, wincing as she saw Klaus's eyes narrow and flash yellow.
Oh, shit. They know.
"What do you mean, why? He abused you."
"Yep."
"And you don't want revenge?" Kol asked, looking slightly disappointed.
"No. My best friend is in love with him. Granted, she has terrible taste in men, but I guess I really can't fault her since I dated him at one–"
"You didn't date him. He compelled you," Rebekah pointed out.
"After the first one, yes. But for that first date, I chose to go out with him. And anyway, the point is that Elena would be upset, and I value my friend's happiness over getting revenge on Damon for something that happened over five years ago."
"But he abused you," Klaus said, as though he was making some sort of earth-shattering point that she'd have to cave to after he said it.
"I am very aware of what happened, thank you," Caroline said, her hands on her hips. "And I've been doing my best to forget it, something that you are very neatly ruining at the moment."
"Right, well, I have decided on a baseball bat as my method of choice for my go at him, but Bekah's stuck between forcing a tiny piece of wood into his lungs that he won't be able to get out unless he cuts into himself for it or compelling him to never be able to get an erection again. Personally, I vote the latter, but Elijah–"
"No one is torturing Damon," Caroline interrupted, her voice firm.
"But Caroline–"
"No, Klaus. I don't want you to torture him, so you won't. End of discussion."
"No, not end of discussion," Rebekah said. "I don't understand. Elena has forever to find someone else."
"Because what you all are telling me right now is that my wishes for how to deal with my experience doesn't matter, and that you'll overrule my choice. I do not appreciate that at all, and I need you to respect my decision on how to deal with Damon. Do you understand?"
All four of them had the decency to look at least slightly chastened by her words.
"Fine," Kol said petulantly, fingering the baseball bat sitting next to him.
Klaus, however, did not seem to be as willing to let the subject drop. "Caroline, I need–"
"Don't take this the wrong way, Klaus, but in this case, I don't care what you need. I care what I need. This is my experience and my battle. Mine. If I ever ask for help, you are free to give it, but at this point I don't want it. What you are implying, as I said, is that I don't have the right to deal with my life in the way I want to, and that I don't know what's best for me. As I know that you don't mean that, I'm trying to give you a free pass, but it'll only work if you take it," Caroline said, her mouth in a thin line, eyes narrowed, arms crossed. "Can we be done with this now?"
Klaus's face twisted into a grimace. "Yes, love. Apologies."
"Good," Caroline said, a brittle smile making its way onto her face. "I'm going to go get ready for dinner tonight. I'll be down in a bit."
She started towards the stairs, but then paused. "Out of curiosity, how did you find out?"
"Promise you won't be angry?" Kol asked before anyone else could speak.
"So Bonnie, then," Caroline said dryly.
Kol shrugged. "She was having a crying day and she started talking about how guilty she felt because she was so awful to you when you turned, and one thing led to another…" Kol trailed off.
Caroline nodded. "All right."
"You're not angry with her, are you?"
Caroline snorted. "No, I'm not angry with Bonnie. Just because she told you didn't mean you had to tell everyone else or act on it. I'm glad I caught you guys before anything happened."
Klaus still looked like someone had tried to feed him squirrel blood, and Caroline rolled her eyes at his behavior before starting up the stairs to their bedroom.
He followed her and closed the door behind them after they entered. "Klaus, when I said I was getting ready, I didn't mean we were going to have sex," she said, smiling slightly.
"I know. Are you angry with me?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah, a little. More because you tried to go behind my back than anything else."
"I'm sorry, love. I didn't think about it the way you described it."
"I know," she said quietly. "That's why I'm not furiously screaming at you right now."
He smiled slightly. "I'm glad for that."
"Me too."
She gave him a chaste kiss and shooed him out. "We're leaving in an hour, right?"
He nodded.
"I'll be ready by then. I love you."
"I love you too, Caroline."
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