Chapter 1 – Because you're you-and I'm me

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~VD~

This is the way it should have gone: Caroline should have been able to walk home in peace, take some aspirin, call Bonnie, and then drift away to a peaceful sleep, look radiant for the first day of school tomorrow, and impress everyone.

Instead, something else entirely happened. Damon happened.

I'm sorry, I didn't look where I was going. Caroline stared into the piercing blue eyes of bourbon-guy. She didn't falter. Wasn't even really surprised that it was him. I mean come on, he was eyeing you the entire time in the grill.

I'm a klutz. Bourbon-guy smirked. Caroline raised an eyebrow expectantly. She patted down her clothes, and got ready to walk away. Without saying a word. Just like that.

"I'm sorry-" He started again. She stopped and turned around, smiling a shit-eating grin. She scoffed.

"No, you're not." She mused. Then she leaned back against the lamp post, crossing her arms over her chest. He raised his eyebrows amused. Then he struck out his hand to her.

"I'm Damon." He smiled. Caroline knew what he was. She had sensed it the moment she felt his presence on the street. She had encountered his kind before. Damn, were they always this good looking?

"…and I don't really care, Damon." She smiled, ever so sweet, before walking away, leaving him looking dumbfounded.

Don't go after her, don't go after her. The hardly ever present voice of reason spoke to Damon Salvatore in his head. But he didn't listen. She was intriguing. She didn't melt into a pool at his feet, she didn't even care. She had just blown him off. Who was she, that she had the guts to reject him like that? He wasn't used to it. So of course, he went after her. He picked up his pace, and caught up to her a few seconds later. She turned her face to look at him.

"Don't deal so well with rejection, do you?" She laughed amused. She was right, he didn't. But that was only because no one had ever straigt-up rejected him like that. Sure, Katherine had rejected him in a way, but she did it with an attempt to do it discreetly.

"Who's talking about rejection? The night is still young." Damon flirted. She half-scoffed, half-laughed. It was a funny noise. Good funny.

"And yet, dawn is almost breaking. Your chances don't look so well now, do they?"

"Well, then stay here and talk to me…- I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." He tried.

"That's because I didn't give it to you." She quipped. Her face was completely bemused.

"If you don't give it to me, how will I know what to save your number as?" He asked confidently.

She chuckled. "Take a guess what my name could be." This whole thing was very amusing for her. Her enemy trying to take her home, while she was secretly plotting ways to get rid of him. He squinted a little. Caroline had been right, he was hot. He had a bad boy charm about himself. Wow, that was just so cliché.

"Kelsey?" Caroline looked at him skeptically.

"Delancey?" She scoffed.

"Frieda?" She burst out laughing.

"How did you know that?" She laughed.

"I don't like being mocked, Barbie." He said, slightly annoyed. He wasn't getting anywhere with this girl. The Barbie comment stopped her in her tracks though.

"Do I look like a frikkin Barbie?" She deadpanned.

"Ooh, I hit a nerve there, didn't I?" He didn't get a response. "Well, answer to your question: You're very pretty, and you have a perfect body…so…" Oh, God, what was he saying?

"Are you always this corny or do just really want to get laid?" She questioned. How did she do that to him? See right through every single one of his pretenses. Or was he just imagining this? He sighed.

"Yup, you caught me." He admitted defeated.

"I doubt that's a good idea." She replied, picking up her pace. Damon sighed. This would be the first time a girl wasn't willing to fall into bed with him. He didn't want to have to do this. In a flash, he darted towards her and pushed her against a wall. He caught her shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"What the hell, Damon?" She gasped. Damon smirked. He saw fear in her eyes. Not so tough now, huh Blondie?

"Tell me your name." He compelled directly.

"Gwindi." She replied monotonously. He smirked. Strange name.

"Well, Gwindi, you are going to go home with me, now, and you will heed my every request." He smiled.

"I'll head home with you and heed your every request." She replied, as if it was

~VD~

Damon nearly pushed down the door of the boarding house, Stefan was over at the Katherine-carbon copy's house, and Zack was out of town. As in, he was out somewhere shagging an escort or something. Damon scoffed. The guy needed to get a real life. Once they were up in his room, he started kissing her furiously. She kissed him back with all she had. She didn't want to admit she was enjoying it. She would blame it on the alcohol she had had at the bonfire. So as she was groping Damon's shirt, she thought about why she was doing it. She was compelled after all, right? Yeah, that's it. And not the fact that you haven't had sex with a guy since like, half a year. Her inner voice scoffed. He ripped off herclothes and looked at her. She was smoking hot. Her blood red lace underwear clung to her body. She had a belly button piercing, and her breasts were a fine size. C's at least. Damon nodded in approval. Hungrily he took over her mouth again. She grabbed the collars of his shirt, and sent buttons flying across the room. Damon liked this girl. She had fire. Sure, he had noticed that straight-out when she had rejected him, but the fact that she was able to keep up with him intrigued him. He smirked. Then he threw her on the bed. He leaped on top of her and started kissing her neck. What a pretty neck. Perfect for biting. He ran his tongue over it, and elicited a moan from her. He felt his fangs emanate. No, not yet. He tried to hold himself back.

He entered her roughly. She moaned. He wanted more of that. He slammed into her roughly a few more times, surprised by the fact that she was not in pain. Instead, he heard her breath hitch, and knew she was close. He himself could barely contain himself anymore. He was reaching his climax at an incredible speed. He let out a roar as he came hard. How was it possible that a human gave him such an orgasm? He bit into her neck in pure pleasure, and heard her scream. He relished in that scream. Until he felt something prick him. Then everything went black. He uttered a "What the Fuck?" Before losing his consciousness quickly.

Caroline pushed him off her, slipped on her pants and t-shirt, and then proceeded to drag an unconscious Damon out of the house. "Damn Vampires." She muttered while clutching her neck.

~VD~

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