Because you're you-and I'm me Chapter 3

A/N: So, that was kind of a cliffhanger, back there. Little piece of information: Caroline is not a werewolf. She is in fact human. Maybe a human with a little extra though…;)

Disclaimer: Don't own TVD or any of its characters. Peace!

~VD~

Everything around Damon was black. He didn't know where he was. He tried speaking, but his throat was burning. What the hell? He blinked. Again. Again. Finally he could make out some sort of figures. He was in a dungeon. That much was for sure. He tried to move his arms. Vervain restrained him. He wanted to scream, but he inhaled vervain. What the hell was this place? He looked around, panicked. He was weak. He felt weak entirely. Then he heard something.

"Caroline Forbes! Why are you still not home at this hour?" An irritated voice yelled from a cellphone. He recognized that voice. It was the black chick from the grill. Images of last night swept through his brain. Drinks at the grill. Blonde girl laughing. Brunette laughing. Brunette leaving. Stalking blonde. Sleeping with said Blonde. After that, his mind drew a blank. Then he heard her.

"Ran into someone." She muttered. Not Gwindi then, huh? He should have known. Damon wanted to punch himself for being so gullible. She had not been full of vervain, how had she resisted compulsion? She was also not wearing jewelry at the time. How? Damon felt weak.

"You better come to school though! You know it starts in an hour." The voice chastised. Damon cracked a smile, but regretted it immediately. The vervain burned. He was gagged. He had to restrain himself from screaming.

She entered the cellar. Her eyes bore into him. She was sporting a pretty big wound on her neck. He smiled satisfied. At least he did something to hurt her.

"Well hello there, Caroline Forbes." He said, bitterness and sarcasm seeping through his voice.

"Oh come on, you didn't really believe my name was Gwindi, did you?" She asked incredulously. He scoffed. He sighed. He had been stupid. He had been horny. Can't blame him. She looked like gods gift to men.

"Well, I did…" he started.

"Compel me? Yeah, that didn't work out so well, did it, Damon?" She smiled fake sweetly.

"What are you?" He asked venomously. She sighed annoyed.

"Just Human. Just a regular human. Now how did you get your gag off?" She walked towards him. She reached around his neck to undo the knot of the gag she'd been using on him, and took it off. He wanted to kill her. He wanted to kill her so bad. Vervain hurt like a bitch. She should know that.

"Why are you doing this then? I've done nothing to you." He said, scorned. She shot him an irritated look and indicated towards her neck. Then she dipped the gag in a liquid, and pressed it back towards his mouth. It burned like hell. She had dipped it in vervain.

"I'll be back in a few hours. Then we can talk." She said as she left the cellar, leaving Damon feeling captured, for the first time in his existence.

~VD~

"…and you what? Vervained him? Care, you could have been hurt." Bonnie sighed as she sat down next to Caroline on the grass. It was the first day of school. Elena was off somewhere with Stefan doing who knows what-so that left just Bonnie and her.

"And I was. Slightly." She said, unzipping her jacket. She revealed the bite mark. Her neck was a mess.

"Of course there's a reason to why Caroline Forbes wears a jacket all the way up. Let me heal it Darling." She indicated for Caroline to scoot over.

"Did I mention how convenient it is that you're a witch?" She sighed as Bonnie healed her wound. Bonnie smirked.

"You know I normally wouldn't heal you, right? But this just…"

"Hits too close to home? Yeah, I know. You would have saved me the first time, etc. Thanks Bonnie. You know I love you." She said as she pressed a kiss onto her cheek.

"Now, how do we get rid of the new vampire in town?" Bonnie said, deep in thought.

"Speak any louder and Stefan will hear you. He's one of them, you know?" Caroline tilted her head.

Bonnie shot up from the grass. She looked at Caroline, schocked. "Elena…" she stuttered.

"Stefan is of the 'Bunny-eating-hippie-pacifist' race. He won't hurt Elena. He has humanity." She air quoted and sighed as she took out a cigarette. She lit it up and raised it to her mouth.

"Smoking kills, Caroline." Bonnie sighed.

"So do Vampires. And rapist. And murderers. And psycopaths. And knives. And guns. And torture. And no food. And blood loss. And…shall I go on? Yet strangely, I've survived all of that. So let me have this one lighter to push back the memories, alright?" Caroline snapped. She was frustrated. She could hear Bonnie shift uncomfortably. "I would have…" She tried.

"Yes, but you didn't know you were Sabrina the teenaged witch back then. Besides, what's in the past is in the past."

"I can always tell when you're lying."

"You're the only one who can, my friend." Caroline fake toasted and then flicked the cigarette away.

"Don't forget Jeremy. I still don't know how you're such awesome friends with him. I just wish…" Bonnie started. Caroline shot her down though.

"It's not your fault. I was young, and stupid, and…drunk." She said, sheepishly.

"Doesn't excuse the psychopath's behavior." Bonnie said annoyed.

"Doesn't excuse whose behavior?" Elena said, walking up beside them with Stefan. Stefan smiled, a little embarrassed.

"Bonnie, Caroline." He greeted.

"Salvatore." Caroline nodded back. Stefan grinned sheepishly. She looked into his eyes. Then she zoomed out.

"No. Don't kill me. Please." A woman begged as she was crouched into a corner. A man was walking towards her, looking menacing. The woman released a few uttered cries, begging for her life. The man's face was smeared with blood. He lunged at the woman. A scream tore through the air. Then nothing. With a satisfied smirk, Stefan dropped the woman's dismembered body. He turned around, looking to find his next victim.

Caroline snapped back to reality. She gasped. "Ripper." She breathed out silently. Stefan stared at her in shock. Bonnie stared at her concerned. Elena continued talking, oblivious to everything.

"So, you guys are going to the welcome back party, right?" She asked. Caroline was still looking at Stefan. Stefan was still looking at Caroline.

"Stefan?" Elena snapped. Stefan tore his eyes away from Caroline to look at Elena.

"Yeah, sure thing. I'm in. How about you guys?" He asked all around.

"Oh, definetly." Bonnie said reassuringly. Caroline looked at her with a shit-eating grin. Bonnie was so obviously swoon with the ripper of Monterey. Hm. The witch and the vampire. Now that's a combination they've yet to try on television. Stefan smiled a toothy grin. Wow, how could anybody not figure this guy was a vampire? She cocked her head.

"Yeah, I'll be there. Look, Elena, can you tell Ms. Clarence I wasn't feeling well and decided to head home?" Caroline tried. She needed to get out of here. Elena gasped.

"Caroline, that's lying. You know I don't do that Not since I lost…you know." She said, dissaprovingly. Caroline rolled her eyes.

"Oh, holier than thou, Elena. Will you sink off your throne of ass-fuckery for even a second to support your friend?" She mocked. Stefan took word.

"I'll do it. Don't worry Care, I got your back." Stefan smiled. She smiled back, unsure of what to say. Stefan was confused inside. She knew something. She definitely did. Was it wrong that she very much reminded him of Damon? He internally shrugged and then walked Elena to her next class.

~VD~

Caroline was walking to her home, when suddenly she was pushed against a wall. She sighed. Not bothering to look. She knew it was Stefan.

"Really, what is with all of you people pushing me? I'm human. I can break!" She vented.

"Sorry." Stefan muttered. "We need to talk."

"Do we? I don't think so." Caroline mused.

"How do you know?" He asked confused.

"Know what?" She pretended to be innocent.

"Cut the crap Forbes. Wait. Forbes. Your mother is the sheriff." He stated.

"Good job, you can point out the obvious. Want a cookie Steffie?" She teased, kind of annoyed. The vervain would have stopped to affect Damon an hour ago. She needed to get there. She didn't exactly want to be murdered because of bad time-management skills.

"Have you been spending time with Damon?" Stefan asked confused. She was just so…like him in the smart-ass comments.

"Who's Damon?" Caroline feigned confusion. Ah, so they knew each other. Interesting. Figures, the only two vampires in town knew each other.

"Never you mind who Damon is. How do you know about Vampires?" Stefan asked, frustrated.

"Vampires? Stefan you're not making any sense! Seriously, are you feeling alright?" Caroline asked, acting her way out of a stupid situation. She was so good at portraying the innocent ray of sunshine when it came down to shit. She was sick and tired of it, but speaking the truth got you killed. Everything did.

"No, I'm not. Sorry that I bothered you. I'm going to go lie down." He muttered.

"Yeah, you do that." She smiled. She looked at her watch. Oh crap. She thought as she chose her path towards the woods. Damon would be pretty much conscious and aware right now. She picked up her speed.

~VD~

Damon's attention shifted from the wall he had been staring at for the past hour to the door when he heard footsteps rushing down the stairs. He was almost done with getting out of his restraints. The vervain had nearly worn off. The door opened. Damon smiled a shit-eating grin.

"Well hello there, Ms. Forbes." He said weakly.

"Got your restraints off again, Mr. Salvatore?" She chastised.

"Alright, who blabbed?" He asked.

"Well, fair is fair, Damon. You got my real name, I got yours." She shrugged as she took off his gag once more.

"Please don't vervain me again." He said wearily.

"You might scream." She pointed out.

"No one will hear me."

"Except your brother." She shrugged.

"Ah, you got Stefan, didn't you?" He asked sarcastically. This was good, keep her talking and then escape and bam! Kill her. Snap her neck like a twig. No, that would be too fast. Drain her. Drain her dry. Violently. He smirked.

"Nope. He's a bunny eater. I don't kill them."

"You're a vampire hunter?"

"Not really. I just hunt this one dickface who…You know what, never mind." She shrugged. Bitter memories were not to be relived with vampire-psycopaths.

"Oh, now I'm curious, Caroline. Who are you chasing? Looking for the monster under your bed?" He wiggled his eyebrows. She raised one.

"I stopped looking for monsters when I found one inside me." She stated simply. Damon raised his eyebrows. How did she mean that? In a poetic way? In a sexual way? No, she couldn't have. Or could she? He was intrigued.

"Did you now, care-bear?" He said deviously. She slumped down against the door. Bad move. Why was she so comfortable around him? Why didn't she keep her guard up? Did she really not think he could hurt her? Or did she just not care? He couldn't figure it out.

"Let's just get to the reason I'm here." She sighed.

"To let me bang you against that wall?" He smirked knowingly. She raised her eyebrows, deadpanning without even saying anything.

"…Despite the fact that you're over 18 and I'm not, why would I want that?"

"Well, it was good." He shrugged

"So, it was good for you, huh?" She smirked.

"I was talking about you." He muttered, slightly embarrassed. Yes, it had been good.

"Cause I'm sure you roar like that every time you come, yes?"

"Care to test that theory?"

"Damon, are you suggesting sex? With whom?" She fake-gasped. He laughed. He wholeheartedly laughed. Her sense of humor was great. He was going to be sad to kill her. He was almost done with the shackles.

"Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. The question is, would you be up to it?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Why are you being like this?" She asked, irritated.

"Like what?" He asked, seriously confused.

"I tied you up. Tortured you even, yet you're very obviously flirting with me." She pushed herself up off the wall, her dress swaying a little. He had not figured her to be the type to wear a dress. Then again, she was wearing a black, skin tight dress with lace up black boots and a blood red cardigan. She looked hot.

"Well, princess, that's because I want to make your last moments enjoyable." He said as he flung himself at her. She just moved out of sight. He turned around to find himself pressed against the door. She was leaning against him. He turned around and smashed her against the door. She didn't even cry out. Damn, was this girl resistant to all pain?

"Who said these are my last?" She smiled. Damon smirked.

"I do. Now tilt your head sweetheart, and this won't hurt a bit. Oh who am I kidding? It'll hurt like hell."

"Kill me now, and none of us walk out of here alive. Your choice." She shrugged. He stopped. He looked at her confused. She took hold of your hand. "I noticed your ring appears to be missing." She mused. He looked down at his hands.

"I'll just wait until its nightfall." He smirked. She laughed. Her eyes wear closed and she shook her head subconsciously.

"No, darling. The sunlight is not what I was suggesting. You need the ring to get out of here. It's a safe structure. Let's call it my insurance policy."

"Don't call me darling." He said annoyed.

"Don't threaten me." She replied.

"Get me my ring, and maybe I won't kill you." He said, venom lacing through his voice.

"I'm not that gullible. We're making a deal." She stated.

"And what deal is that?"

"You don't kill me, I find a way to help you get Katherine." She shrugged. Damon's jaw dropped. She knew about Katherine? How did she know about Katherine? Nobody knew about Katherine.

"How did you..? Why? Do you..? She's in a tomb." He stuttered. She didn't look bothered.

"Alright. If you say so. Deal?" She struck out her hand. Damon wearily took her hand. Then he pulled her flush against him.

"Deal. Now . ." He whispered dangerously. She smiled deviously. As she walked out the door, she said:

"The ring is in your pocket, smart-ass." Then he heard a door clang. Damn, that girl was good. He reached inside his pocket, to find a note, and his ring.

Katherine's not in the tomb. She doesn't want you, she's in love with Stefan. I just don't want to die yet. Can't really blame me for that, can you? If you're going to kill someone, don't. People know.

Xoxo, Caroline.

He shook his head. How was he so gullible when it came to Caroline Forbes? Clearly, she had planned this from the beginning. Why throw in the fact about Katherine? Why had that been necessary? How the hell did she even know about that? He couldn't help but want to get to know her.

~VD~

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