Because you're you-and I'm me Chapter 5

A/N: Thank you for all the lovely reviews! It blows me away how many people are 'comitted' to this story. It's also amazing that you all love the Care/Jer friendship. Anyway, let's get to it.

Disclaimer: I should stop saying I don't own them. It's depressive.

~VD~

Caroline blinked her eyes. Her head hurt, but she was in her room. Thank god. Damon didn't kidnap her then. Well, why would he? Because he's an emotionally dysfunctional vampire, sweetie. She closed them again and rolled over, before noticing she had put her hand on someone's chest. Her head was resting on someone's chest also. Internally she rolled her eyes. Of course, how could she expect him to listen to her anyway?

"You're still here." She mumbled. She tried to put a little disdain in her voice, put instead it sounded like surprise. He sighed. He looked a bit tired.

"And you shouldn't be awake yet. You've only slept four hours."

"But I feel fine." She opened her eyes. He was gorgeous. All raven black hair and blue eyes and danger. He looked completely and utterly sexy. Dirty thoughts flashed through Caroline's mind. She schooled her face not to give her away. He looked tired as well though. "You on the other hand, look pooped." She admitted.

"Well, It's not like a can sleep when I have you lying next to me." He joked half-heartedly.

"And why is that?" She asked curiously, still cuddled into him. He put one arm behind his head, to stabilize himself against her headboard. They looked like a couple. It kind of scared Caroline. Damon didn't notice, it felt genuine.

"Because you were dreaming about me. And because of your secret-vervain I can't get inside your head and it's driving me mad. Because I really wan't to know what I did to you in your dream." He said, running his fingers through her hair. She blushed. He smirked. He began working his fingers downwards, towards the nape of her neck, still caressing her hair, when suddenly he pulled back.

"Son of a…" He muttered, clutching his fingers. Caroline's eyes widened… "What is that?" He moved the hair under her protest, and saw a tattoo. Unbreakable. She was still not saying anything.

"You have a Vervain Tattoo?" He said in disbelief. She didn't say anything, she just nodded. That was incredibly smart. He couldn't believe it. How had nobody else ever thought of that?

"Maybe." She muttered quietly. He smirked. "That is smart. Who gave you that idea?" He asked, staring at the tattoo. Trailing down a bit further, he paused, his eyes widening. That was a scar. Damon concentrated on it. Yes, it was hard to see. He doubted Caroline even saw it when she looked in the mirror. But he could see it, and it scared him a little.

"It was my idea. What's wrong?" She asked.

"What is this?" He said, indicating towards the very large bite-mark scar on her neck. It was hard to see for the naked eye, but Damon's vampire vision made it perfectly clear. Caroline didn't look bothered.

"It's a bite-mark, Damon. Figured you'd know what. Given the fact that you're a psychotic vampire and all." She murmured, still a little sleepy. Damon found another bite mark. And another, and another. She was covered in bite marks. He pushed up her t-shirt, for which he earned a 'hey' and a murderous look, but he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Almost every inch of her was covered in scars. Some were bite marks, other ones were bullet marks, and other ones were cuts. None were really recent. At least three years old. How had he missed this before? He'd seen her naked, dammit. Was he really that drunk at that time?

"What the hell happened to you Caroline? You're covered in scars!" He yelled.

"It's perfectly normal for people to have scars. You have one…There." She said, indicating towards his collarbone. The time he was stabbed as a human. Damon smiled at the thought of what had happened to the guy afterwards.

"But your covered in them! Literally every inch of your body has one."

"Can't see them." She shrugged. This was making her more uncomfortable than she cared to admit. Damon staring at her scars in shock made her feel exposed. She didn't like it one bit.

"Of course you don't, but I can. It looks absolutely terrifying." He exclaimed.

"You need to leave, Damon." She said, biting her lip. She didn't like being reminded of the past. She was about to cry again. No. Caroline Forbes did not cry. She would not cry.

"Is…is that what you meant? When you had me prisoner? The 'one bastard you were hunting'? Somebody abused you?" He was curious now. This was beyond strange.

"I said: You need to leave."

"But what that person did, was not right. You're scarred for life. Literally." Damon said.

"Like you're one to talk. You bit me too." Oh crap. She'd admitted it. No. No. She had not just admitted that another…oh crap, she totally had.

"Now leave. Please." Her eyes were starting to get red, she didn't like it at all. Damon looked disappointed. At the same time, he looked kind of in rage. Every inch of his face displayed a different emotion. None of them were positive, from what Caroline gathered.

"I can't help it if your blood is so delicious." He shrugged. Then he disappeared. Caroline sat up on her bed, hugging her knees, crying. Damon could hear her from outside. He was turning soft already. She was turning him soft. He would not be soft. He was Damon Salvatore. He did not go soft for girls he intended to kill. He needed to stop. It wasn't doing his image well, and he was here for Katherine after all. But if she wasn't in the tomb…?

Then 145 years of my life were wasted.

He thought bitterly. It was time to meet Stefan anyway. Let him know he was in town. Do some brotherly bonding. Or, in this case, mock each other senseless, ending with them engaging in a knife fight. Many beautiful John Varvatos' tees had been ruined. Maybe he should just show up naked? Damon smirked. His smirk disappeared though, when he saw the gilbert kid heading towards Caroline's house. She already had a boyfriend. Oh, what was he thinking? He couldn't care less if she had a boyfriend. He shook his head, and went towards the boarding house.

~VD~

"Knock-knock?" Jeremy's voice sounded from Caroline's door. Caroline smiled. Jeremy made her smile. Could anybody wish for a better friend? She didn't even care if he was a druggie. She'd vamp him if he was close to dying, just so she wouldn't lose him. He was family. And you didn't let family slip away.

"Who's there?" She asked back. Jeremy opened the door, barging in with a bunch of papers and some sushi takeout.

"Me. I got no creative lines. I'm forever a stoner kid." He said, sticking out his tongue. She laughed.

"But you brought sushi. That gets you points. Pass it over, Gilbert."

"I will if you make room for me." He motioned towards the bed. He dropped the papers on the bed as well.

"…and you brought homework. Ugh, I might need to subtract your points." She joked.

"And you're still wearing the clothes from last night. Can anyone say dirty, dirty mistress?" He shot right back, an amused expression on his face. Caroline sighed.

"I was in the hospital." She murmured.

"Drank too much?"

"Had my blood drained." She mused. Jeremy stared at her in disbelief. How Caroline spoke so calmly of such experiences amazed him. And frightened him.

"You got what? That was that Salvatore's fault, wasn't it? Why the fuck did you let him go? He's plotting to kill you, wanna bet?" He yelled. She tried to calm him, putting a hand on his shoulder, and forcing him to look at her.

"Damon wanted to test if I was vervain-free, bit into my wrist the wrong way, and I lost consciousness. He fed me his blood as if I was an addict, like you, and then went all sweet and brought me home from the hospital…it's confusing. He's…crazy psychotic with a dash of emotional damage." She rambled. Jeremy seemed to calm down a little bit. Only a little bit though. This was still bad.

"Speaking of obnoxious Salvatores and hospitals…I saw Stefan in Vicky's room." He started.

"Doing what?" Caroline asked as she reached for the sushi, snapping the chopsticks apart.

"Compelling her, I guess. I was in the washroom, and then he went all: 'These are not the droids you're looking for' on her. I thought you said he couldn't compel people?" Jeremy asked.

"You're such a star wars dweeb sometimes. And spending the night at Vicky's I see. Welcome to the club of dirty mistresses." She winked.

"Can he, or can he not compel her?" Jeremy asked, taking a sushi roll and stuffing it in his mouth.

"He can, it's just easily breakable. And since Damon attacked Vicky, I guess he's cleaning up after…Eew, you pig! Use the chopsticks, not your hands!" She chastised, giggling at Jeremy looking at her like a hamster, his cheeks stuffed full of sushi. He rolled his eyes, swallowed the sushi, and took another one.

"No! No way are you stuffing that in again! Jeremy!" Caroline yelled. Jeremy looked at her with a satisfied smirk. She reacted by hogging the sushi, looking at him with an evil expression.

"Ugh." He groaned. "Now that's just not fair. You know I don't know how to use chopsticks. And I bought and brought it."

"Well then learn it. Learn some manners, padawan. It will prove useful. Learn. It." She said, looking at him through pressed together eyes and pursed lips.

"Well then teach me." He shrugged, same expression. Caroline rolled her eyes, while chuckling a bit. She picked up the chopsticks, gracefully took a piece of salmon sashimi and poked Jeremy on the lips with it. He gobbled it. Then he smiled. "Thank you." He said with a full mouth. Caroline groaned again.

"Ugh. You have no manners! Pig!" But she couldn't help it, so she smiled. He was just too adorable to be mad at. She was glad she had him. Jeremy looked at his chopsticks. He snapped them apart, just like Caroline had, but then decided to go all Ace Ventura and instead used them as fangs. Caroline burst out laughing. He smiled, satisfied with himself. Then he took them out and tried to pick up something to eat. He failed miserably. Caroline couldn't stop laughing. His expression was hilarious.

"I can't. I'm useless at this." He gave up after several attempts. Caroline fed him again. Then she fed herself.

"There you go. Now tell me what our homework was?" She asked.

"Well, none in History and Mathematics, who would have guessed right? The sports teacher told me to tell you that if you don't show up more often, you'll be forced to join the cheerleaders, and you'll have to stay in the team 'till you graduate." Jeremy explained, using his hands to describe everything. Caroline made an 'ew' face. No way was she joining the cheerleaders again. She had been a cheerleader, in freshman and sophomore year, and then she got sick of it. The uniforms were slutty, and all the people on the squad apart from Bonnie were brain-dead.

"…and finally, in English, I was assigned in a group with Lucas Kraev. I asked the teacher, by the way, and if you're game, you get to be in our group." Lucas was the school bad boy. Every girl loved him. Caroline would never admit it in public, but she thought he was incredibly hot. And he was human, that was an upside Caroline enjoyed. She needed to get laid. Bad. It had been too long. In a bit of shock, she realized that she had slept with Damon only days ago. Maybe she was a slut. Sighing though, she realized that she didn't give a fuck.

"I regret letting you read my diary, you know?" She asked, pretending to be annoyed.

"But…but Caroline, I was going through a rough time, and your diary full of depression made me feel better about myself." He joked, making a pout and puppy dog eyes. She threw a pillow in his face.

"Oh you. Not only a stoner, but emo too, I see. Explains the haircut." She laughed.

" My haircut, it's awesome, Forbes. It's very Jonny Depp." He insisted, which made Caroline laugh. "We're going to the night of the comet though, right?" He asked.

"I dunno. I'm not particularly in the mood to get stoned." She said.

"So I'll skip the stoning tonight, if you promise not to embarrass me in front of Lucas tomorrow. We're actually on 'buddy-terms' right now." He warned.

"You'll skip stoning? For me? Aw, Jeremy I'm so touched." She said, exaggerating heavily and placing her hand on her heart. "As for the embarrassing thing, isn't it more the other way around though?" She questioned cheekily. He now smacked her with a pillow.

"I'll meet you there then, alright? I gotta go to the grill now, pick up…something." He stated, trying to get out.

"You mean it's Vicki's shift now, and you want to pine after her. Wait. Is she out of the hospital already?" She asked.

"That's what I'm going to go find out." He said, as if it was obvious. "Love you Care." He said, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Same, same. Now go get her, Baby Gilbert." She encouraged. Truth was, Caroline didn't particularly like Vicki. But if she made Jeremy happy, then what was she to say? Exactly. She called up Bonnie.

~VD~

Half an hour later, Caroline was sitting in the grill, talking to Elena and Bonnie. She was being bubbly Caroline, just in front of Elena. It pleased her immensely to see that Elena bought into her whole: 'I'm perfectly happy' attitude. Bonnie was dying to laugh at Caroline's acting, but that wouldn't fit in with her: 'I'm forever reasonable and celibate' attitude.

"So what happened? You and Stefan talked all night? There was no 'sloppy first kiss' or touchy feely of any kind? We're your best friends! You're supposed to share the smut." Caroline said in 'disbelief'

Elena looked as though she wanted to say not everyone was a slut like her. Sometimes, Caroline could kill her for her naivety. Other times, she'd kill for it. Just being able to have no negatives in her life, apart from boyfriends breaking up with her. And bad grades. God, Caroline missed those days sometimes.

"Nothing happened." She muttered.

"What is with the blockage? Just jump his bones already." Caroline rolled her eyes.

"It's not that simple." Elena said, rolling her eyes as well.

"It is that simple." Caroline reassured her. "Girl likes boy. Boy likes girl. Sex."

"Profound." Elena shot back, feeling offended. After a bit more talk about Bonnie's witchy 'problems' she kept telling Elena about, Elena left. She was saying something about doing something risky and stuff. Caroline just shrugged at it. That was just wrong. But the witch thing bored Elena to the point where she just disappeared.

"So, coming to the actual topic." Caroline started. Bonnie immediately started.

"3 Things, I absolutely cannot believe. 1. Stefan went for Elena. Always Elena. Why not me? I need to get laid more than Elena! That just blows my annoyance out of the water. 2. You always end up in the hospital without me. We need to stop that, I hate it. 3. Damon took care of you? What even?" She dished.

"He's confusing. Jerbear says it's because he's a guy, its mandatory. I don't buy it. He has a multiple personality disorder, that's what it is." Caroline said, sipping her coke.

"You call him Jerbear now? Really? What's he call you?"

"You'll just have to ask him yourself, bonnie-bons." Caroline quipped. Bonnie laughed.

"I call her Care. Or My care. Or…master." Jeremy said, coming up from behind Caroline, and putting his arms around her. Bonnie's eyes widened.

"Master?" Caroline questioned. "Sounds dirty, young Padawan." Caroline joked. Jeremy chuckled.

"How are you so different around Elena?" Bonnie asked incredulously.

"Elena…she doesn't get him…dude." Caroline said in a fake-pot-high voice. Jeremy laughed.

"Just letting you know, I'm thinking about applying for a job here." Jeremy said, still with his arms around Caroline. She kind of cuddled into him. Bonnie smiled at them, deciding to join in.

"Oh, so you can pay for your pot?" She winked. Jeremy smirked. Caroline laughed.

"Silly Bonnie. The Germ deals; he doesn't have to work." Winking again, Caroline disclosed Jeremy's secret.

"See? This girl gets me." Jeremy added. Bonnie couldn't help but laugh. Jeremy actually seemed very alright when he wasn't being emo and only joking about druggies. Jeremy plopped down next to Caroline, and they talked a while longer. Bonnie found herself to be genuinely enjoying it.

~VD~

Damon was looking out of his window. Stefan was gone. Probably at the hospital. Looking for the resident drug-ho. The girl baby Gilbert had gone after. Wait, wasn't Baby Gilbert with Caroline? Were they all in some dirty twisted gang bang relationship? It made Damon wonder, because Lockwood boy seemed after Caroline and Vicki too. This was confusing him a little. Ugh, who was he kidding? He needed to get laid again, and this was just foreshadowing on who he'd seduce. Damon sighed. His attention towards his reflection shifted to Elena Gilbert walking up to the house, determined to do something. Well, isn't this going to be fun? Damon smiled. He casually walked downstairs. He knew his crow was around here somewhere. It arrived just in time to make Elena almost crash against him.

"Uh…I'm sorry for barging in…the door was…open." Elena cocked her head, at the now shut door. Damon smirked.

"You must be Elena. I'm Damon. Stefan's brother." Damon said, not moving an inch. Elena's Eyebrows nearly shot up to her hairline.

"He didn't tell me he had a brother."

"Well, Stefan's not one to brag. He admitted, arrogantly. Elena just looked at him like he was an asshole, where Caroline would have made a back-talking comment about his arrogance. Caroline was fun. Elena seemed bland. But planting doubts in Elena's head would make Stefan go crazy. This was going to be fun. "Please, come in. I'm sure Stefan will be along any second." He ushered her into the living room. Maybe he could feed off her. Let his anger for Katherine out on her. He pushed that thought aside though. Maybe that wasn't such a brilliant idea. 4 people were already dead anyway.

"This is your living room?" Elena said wide-eyed as Damon led her inside.

"Living room, parlor, Sotheby's auction. It's a little kitschy for my taste." He dismissed. Now was the time to lay on the charms.

"I can see why my brother's so smitten." He smiled. She looked at him, with her brown puppy dog eyes. Did she think that was alluring? That never worked with Katherine. Stupid Katherine. "For a while there I thought he'd never get over the last one." Damon sighed, laying on the dramatics thick.

"The last one?" Elena asked confused.

"Yeah. Katherine?" He paused for a second. "Oh. I see you two haven't had the awkward 'exes' conversation yet." He bit his lip. Elena choked out a nope. "Oops, well, I'm sure it'll come up now." Then he pretended to think about it for a second. "Or, maybe he didn't tell you because he didn't want you to think he was on the rebound. We all know how those relationships end." He acknowledged. Elena with her dreamy naivety responded with a:

"You make it sound like every relationship is doomed to end."

"I'm a fatalist." Damon shrugged. Elena looked at him confused. It wasn't a pretty look. "Hello, Stefan." Damon smirked. Stefan came up behind him. He probably just got back from a hunting trip. Which animal had to suffer to satisfy him today? Damon wondered. After Stefan barely acknowledged Elena, she pouted and left. Damon let out a drop-bomb-explosion whistle.

"Great gal. She's so innocent, Stefan. Sheesh, get someone who can keep up with your crazy antics. She doesn't have spunk. And you-dear brother-look pooped." Damon smirked, stealing Caroline's line from earlier. "Let me guess. Hospital? Did the powers of persuasion work? Remember, none of these little tricks work if you don't feed right."

"They also don't seem to work on Caroline, huh, Damon?" Stefan teased back.

"Yeah, well that's just because she has vervain." Damon acknowledged.

"She has vervain? So she knows?" Stefan's eyes bulged. Damon realized he slipped up. "No, um, her mom's the sheriff. She slips it in her food. Caroline's one of those bubbly: 'The world is perfect' people." Damon said with disgust in his voice. Okay, maybe that was a bit much, considering Caroline's suicidal tendencies and the scars she wouldn't talk about. Maybe she just doesn't trust him yet. On fair account, he did try to kill her twice, and probably would have if he didn't have a change of heart when she passed out. Stefan seemed to be satisfied with this answer, so he changed the subject.

"How long was Elena here?"

"Why do you ask, brother? Scared we may be doomed to repeat the past? Isn't that why you go through that 'I'm a high school human' charade?" Damon moved closer to Stefan. "We both know the closest you'll ever get to humanity is when you rip it open and feed on it." Stefan shuddered. Damon snickered.

"What kind of game are you playing?" Stefan asks Damon worried.

"Well I guess you'll just have to wait and see, now won't you?" Damon called back as he left the house. He had a comet to see.

~VD~

Caroline was tired, and lonely, and annoyed, and horny, and a bunch of other things. She walked towards her car. Today had not gone as expected. Today had full-out sucked after they left the grill. Bonnie had left to hand out programs with Elena. Caroline had very narrowly escaped having to talk to Damon again, Jeremy talked Vicki into going with him to watch that stupid comet, and since he carried a torch for her, he got to light her candle. Only in a literal sense though. Later, Caroline had witnessed Damon attacking Vicki again in the bathrooms. She almost felt a little bad for her. Almost. While Vicki was horrible in many ways, she did not deserve to be bitten and tortured. So much was true. No one really did though.

Then, Vicki had gone lost, and Jeremy had moved heaven and hell to get everyone to find her. Not after confessing though that he and Vicki had screwed each other senseless during the summer. Caroline knew better than to say Vicki only went for him because she was in a drug haze, but come on. Jeremy, of course, had to drive Tyler to rage by saying he didn't have to force her into it. Tyler then made some snide comment about Jeremy already owning the hot piece of ass that was Caroline, for which she almost broke his nose. Matt had to play international peace-maker, and then everyone went on the great Vicki quest of 09'. Elena confronted Jer, making him feel pissy, and then Elena would go to Caroline and bitch about it, and Caroline would think of Jeremy empathetically, because dammit, Elena was freakin' annoying. The Vicky quests happened a lot more frequently than the comet, so it wasn't even half as interesting. She didn't bother searching, she knew she was up on the roof. Caroline knew Damon had her on the roof. She heard him fighting with Stefan. After a bit of bickering, and Damon's inadequate use of the words: dot dot dot, he compelled Vicki to forget all the shizz, and she blamed her being on the roof on the pills Jeremy gave her.

Later, Vicki had hooked up with Tyler, Bonnie had hooked up with Matt. Stefan had taken Elena home, where Caroline was sure they'd be having a home-run tonight, and Jeremy slurred off with some druggie named Raven. Leaving Caroline as probably the only person in Mystic Falls who wasn't getting any. And she was in need of some. She was frustrated. Sexually and otherwise. She dropped her keys, thinking about what Damon had done to her in bed before he bit her. The biting had just ruined the mood. She picked up the keys, turned to her car, and was startled by Damon standing directly in front of her. He cocked his head and smirked. Annoying, annoying smirk.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." He said casually. His voice indicated that he was in fact very pleased for once in his life startling the almighty Forbes woman before him. Caroline decided to lay on the sarcasm nice and thick as she responded: "I was hoping I'd see you again." Then she rolled her eyes, trying to push past him. He wouldn't let her. She was trapped between Damon and the car parked next to hers. His smirk was still shining in his gorgeous, gorgeous face. Stupid gorgeous face. Make me more horny, why don't you?

"I know." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Cocky much?" Caroline volleyed. Maybe she was flirting. Just a little.

"Very much." Another wiggle of the eyebrows. Another eye roll from Caroline. She gathered all her strength, and then pushed him to the side, getting in her car.

~VD~

Caroline answered the door that was ringing. She knew who it was. She opened it forcefully. Damon stood outside. He looked…horny? Caroline was sure she was just imagining this. Her brain was clouded, anyway. She was too distracted to see straight. Yeah, distracted, not hammered. Riiight. Her brain reminded her. She mentally told it to shut up, and let reasonable Caroline come out.

Damon didn't know why he had gone to Caroline's house. He was horny, and after going to the boarding house to hear Elena and Stefan go at it upstairs, he left. No matter which house he listened to, it seemed like somebody was banging. So much for blood and carnage. He smiled to himself. It wasn't like Damon Salvatore to not get laid. Especially when everyone else got some. So, that's probably how he had ended up at her door. He wanted some.

"Well, don't you look needy." Caroline smirked, briefly forgetting he had an invitation and wasn't afraid to use it. Also, she probably shouldn't push him. He'd just snap at her again. Damon entered her house.

"Yeah, sure, come in. It's not like I have a choice anyway." Caroline nagged, he walked straight to her room.

"Your mom isn't home." Damon pointed out.

"Yeah." Caroline nodded, as if Damon was babbling stupid things she couldn't comprehend.

"That makes you incredibly stupid, you know, for letting me in?" He said, getting closer to her.

"Like I could've stopped you, vampire." She spat out. He was too close for her liking. She was already changed into her sleeping stuff anyway. She was wearing lace panties under a silk nightgown that went to mid-thigh. All black. Damon must've thought his part when he saw her at the door like this. Oh, damn.

"True." He smirked.

"Can you wipe that stupid, incessant smirk of your face?" She piped up, annoyed. Damon didn't. She rolled her eyes. He pulled her closer to him, one arm around the small of her back, and then pushed them against the wall, he was flush against her. Caroline felt something press into her stomach. Oh, no. Drunk Caroline+ hot, willing guy+ Late at night+ Horny sex monster Caroline = regrets. She knew it. She just knew it. But Horny Caroline was going to live in the moment. Maybe. Her eyes widened.

"Damon…" She started, trying to retain logic.

"Caroline, are you drunk?" Damon asked amused.

"Maybe a little." She admitted, biting her lip. That drove Damon mad. Her lips were blood red. And kissable, and dammit he wanted it. A lot. Bad.

"Are you still coherent enough to know what I want to do to you?" He asked, looking down at her with bedroom eyes. Caroline was tired of fighting. Yes, he was a vampire. Yes, he could hurt her. But! Hadn't she been through the worst of things? Couldn't she just stick vervain in him if he went too far? That had worked well the first time around. She smiled at the memory. The first time around actually hadn't been too bad. Just what she needed. Maybe she was an idiot for letting herself do this, maybe she just needed some release. Maybe she even wanted some release? He didn't feel anything for her after all, and she didn't feel anything for him. Fuck buddies was starting to sound really good right now. She sighed.

"Just don't bite me, lover boy." She shrugged. Damon backtracked. What? She was agreeing? Damon looked visibly stunned, if only for a second. He couldn't help but think that there was some backup plan going on in her mind. He'd be extra careful and aware then. But fuck the person who thought he was going to miss out on that body just because she vervained him. He might hate himself for falling for that, but it also earned her a large amount of respect from him. And he was horny as hell. So fuck it. Or, in this case, fuck her. Literally. All night long.

"Serious?" Damon asked, getting closer to her again. She winked at him. He crashed his lips on her. She gasped at the feeling. They made out a couple of minutes before they stumbled into bed, hands all over each other, and clothing flying everywhere. Damon smirked.

~VD~

Ooh…long chapter again. Must be your lucky day. ;) I hope you don't mind the ending of this chapter. Who in here would be interested in reading a Jeremy/Caroline romance story, just for the lulz? I like writing them. Also, for those who read 'What we were is not all we could be': I have the sequel planned, yes. It's name will be 'becoming who we are' just watch out for that, m'kay? It might not be the immediate next story, but It's coming, trust me. Just like Caroline and Damon…. Ooh. Dirty. I'm tired. Leave me be, and leave a review. :D