Because you're you-And I'm me

A/N: Ello, cheries. It's a new chapter. I know I'm keeping you waiting a few weeks, but I'm in the middle of moving, etc. etc. etc. And Congratulations to AmyFrancis for being my 200th reviewer! *clap, clap* Yayy…Also, please be patient with me. My internet is shaky, and nonexistent in my apartment. But, once I get it, I'm back with 3 stories and the sequel to What we were is not all we could be. So…

Disclaimer: I don't own TVD. Caspisce?

~VD~

"Damon. Don't hurt him…"

It seemed as though Tyler was suddenly the least important thing in the world. He turned around, and saw her, her eyes opened, and she was breathing, and talking. His eyes looked glazed. All he saw was her. Her wonderful, expressly green eyes. The eyes that would look him up and down hungrily before sex, the eyes that would turn stone cold when she sensed danger. He exhaled relieved.

"Caroline." He said while walking up to her quickly, and kissing her. Tyler snickered from behind him. Caroline glared at Tyler. Tyler smiled genuinely. Jeremy was next to Caroline immediately.

"You're all here." She breathed out, happily. "What day is it?" She asked, confused.

"You've been out for 3 and a-half days. That's longer than I stay out in drug hazes." Jeremy mused. She laughed. Damon held her hand. Tyler came closer now too.

"I'm glad you're alive." He smirked. She rolled her eyes, giggling.

"Oh get out, you." She winked. Tyler raised his hands in defeat and left, a smile on his face. Jeremy wiggled his eyebrows at him as he left, and they exchanged some 'next times'. Then Jeremy crossed his arms, and looked at Caroline's bed. He saw the way Damon was looking at her. He couldn't help but smile at it. Caroline made the badass vampire go super-soft. He couldn't believe it. Damon sighed, and looked at Jeremy for a second.

"You need to leave for a second." He said, indicating towards the door. Jeremy rolled his eyes, and stared at him, furious.

"Why are you like this?" Jeremy asked annoyed.

"I'm a dick." He smiled, with a deranged look on his face. Jeremy raised his eyebrows. "Now leave me alone to discuss something with…ma girlfriend." He said, looking up from under his lashes, his hand latched onto Caroline's hand. Jeremy looked at Damon, as if he wanted to reconfirm that that was what he really wanted. Damon indicated towards the door again, with his eyes. Damon darted towards the door, and locked it. Then he closed the blinds, and walked towards Caroline slowly, who was eyeing him expectantly.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" She smirked. He cocked his head, grinning at her arrogantly. The gesture reminded her of Tyler. She smirked, thinking about Damon striking up a friendship with Tyler. He came closer towards her now.

"I'm taking claim of what's mine." He smirked. She pretended to look around busily.

"And where would your prized possession be?" She smiled deviously. He rolled his eyes mockingly.

"She's sitting in front of me, looking unbelievably hot in her gown and the wires sticking out of her body that she doesn't even need." He sighed. He could've sworn he just saw her blush.

He smiled at the soft pink that now colored her cheeks, "And now, I'm going to give you three seconds to object before I take you on this hospital bed at this instant." he murmured into her ear, his hot breath making her moan quietly.

He planted a warm kiss on her cheek before travelling down to her neck where he placed hot, wet kisses, nipping, sucking at her warm flesh. She angled her head, giving him better access to her neck.

He moved to the other side, giving the skin there the same attention, before kissing his way to her collar bone. She threw her head back in pleasure moaning loudly as he softly ran his teeth over her creamy skin. He could feel her marks begin to reappear. It seemed to him that her scars, comparable to his true face. He couldn't show it to anybody without them thinking their part.

She could feel the dampness between her thighs as he proceeded to kiss and bite her softly. Well, nipping would be the more accurate word. Her hands were entangled in his hair, tugging on it in pleasure. He breathed her in, trying to savor the scent that was solely hers. He untied her hospital gown from the back, and pulled it off of her, as she made use of her hands and pulled his shirt over his head.

Damon moved down to the valley between her breasts, her breath hitched in her throat as he ran his tongue along her bra. He particularly liked this bra. It was a little green number with black embroidments. He buried his face between her breasts and groaned, overwhelmed by the sensation of her skin, her heartbeat, everything.

Caroline was panting heavily as she pulled his head up to hers, her lips crashing onto his, tongues clashing together, moans escaping throats.

She broke their kiss and moved her mouth to his earlobe, softly nibbling on it. She elicited a growl from him, and she couldn't help but giggle into his ear, causing him to almost gasp at the sensation that was being set off in his pants. His eyes fluttered shut and he groaned softly at the sensation of her teeth. His arms moved to her hips, pulling her closer. She proceeded to kiss and lick his neck, all the time scraping her fingernails lightly over his muscled back. If he had been human, his entire back would've been scarred. Thank God for vampire healing. Damon thought as he unclasped her bra, pressing her closer to him. She gasped out in pleasure. He could only muster a smirk.

He growled loudly as she reached the hollow of his throat, her hot tongue still licking softly. He gently pushed her away, only to grab the back of her head and kiss her hard. He crawled on top of her and she willingly wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She could feel his hard-on pressing against her flat stomach, making her moan into his mouth. He was trying really hard not to lose control right now.

He moved down further and kissed the soft flesh just above the hem of her jeans. He looked up to find her staring back at him. Her face was flushed, her lips parted, she was panting, her hair was tousled and she looked more beautiful than she ever had.

"You are so beautiful", Damon growled. He moved up to kiss her neck; he could feel the huge scar disappear right under his kiss. He turned his face to look her in the eyes.

Caroline closed her eyes as he said so, trying to hold back tears.

"My scars…" She stated dryly.

"Look at me," he pleaded, "Caroline, Please, look at me."

She obeyed and he saw the tears welling in her eyes.

"You're beautiful," he repeated, "Don't ever doubt that. You're beautiful, with scars, and without them."

He kneeled down in front of the bed and kissed her ankles and calves. She threw her head back, mewling softly. He kissed his way up the inside of her thighs, his hands stroking the outsides. The sweet scent of her arousal was driving him crazy and he could feel his cock twitching in anticipation.

She was panting heavily, barely able to breathe at all. Her legs were quivering and her whole body was shaking. His head moved up further and he parted her thighs with his hands. He came to face with her soaked panties and a wave of her scent washed over him. He groaned against her skin and heard her moaning in response. This was more than anything he'd had before. He could not screw this up. Suddenly, Damon felt a lot of pressure. He could lose her any day. What if someone took her from him? What if she broke up with him? He couldn't handle that.

~VD~

"I'm just saying. I mean, can't you hear them?" Tyler snickered. Jeremy threw an empty can at him. Tyler laughed.

"First of all, I have a feeling they're going to take longer than a couple of minutes, two, yes. I can hear them, thank you very much, third, why are here, pesticide?" He asked, irritated. Tyler got up and went to the vending machine, taking out a snickers bar.

"And you're okay with that? This older, at least 23-year old guy fucking her senseless?"

"She's on the pill." He shrugged. That was a lie. He knew it was impossible to for Damon to procreate. But it seemed as though he sure did love to try. Jeremy groaned inwardly at the gasp he heard from Caroline.

"Still, you're okay with that?" Tyler asked, biting into the chocolate bar. Jeremy smiled slightly.

"He makes her happy. I have never seen her this chipper and unsarcastic about her doomed life, since she was 13. This is probably the first time that she's actually enjoying being intimate. And if he can give her mind-blowingly fantastic sex, who am I to object? I'm her best friend, not her mom." He shrugged, opening a can of coke, and dumping the contents into his mouth. Tyler cocked his head at him.

"I used to be her best friend too." He murmured quietly, sounding regretful. Jeremy blinked.

"Yeah, you were…"

"And then…" Tyler started reluctantly.

"Vicki Donovan happened." Jeremy sighed.

"And out of the two of us, Caroline chose you to be her best friend." Tyler sighed, looking sad. Jeremy looked irritated. Tyler raised his eyebrows, toasting with his snickers bar.

"She didn't get to make a choice, dick. You walked out on her, because you were all 'If you are going to be friends with him, I never want anything to do with you again, bitch'. You behaved worse than a 12 year old brat." Jeremy said, taking another swig. Tyler got up, and pushed him against the wall.

"You don't think I know how stupid I acted? You think I seriously don't realize what an idiot I was to her?" Tyler yelled, slamming him into the wall. Jeremy's eyes widened in shock. Tyler let go of him, wiping his eyes.

"Not only did I abandon her, I abandoned her when she needed people around her…people who l…" He started. Jeremy snapped his head to look at him. Realization dawned on him as he saw the tears on his face.

"No! No, no, no, no. No. Tyler! You cannot be in love with Caroline, Damon will kill you."

"I don't love her." Tyler shrugged. Jeremy turned to look at him.

"Yeah, right. And you didn't cry when you lost your virginity to Vicki because she wasn't her." Jeremy questioned. Tyler sighed, closing his eyes.

"I don't love her." He replied, swallowing hard. Jeremy rolled his eyes.

"Come on, we're getting you a beer. I can't take Caroline's sensual moans. I mean, I get they're trying to stay quiet, but come on, doesn't that make you wonder what they're like in bed when they're alone?" He rambled. Tyler laughed.

"That, or the hospital just has very thick walls." Jeremy smirked at that comment.

~VD~

"So…are you ever going to tell me what happened after I left?" Damon asked, playing with Caroline's hair as she lay in his arms. She looked up at him.

"I…Damon." She groaned. He flicked his eyes to stare at her. They looked hollow. She looked full of regret. He didn't like that look on her. At all. He wanted her to have a pretty smile plastered on her face. One that reached her eyes.

"No. Don't do that again. Say my name in a bedroom voice. It's like you're trying to distract me." He groaned. She sighed.

"Is it working?" She asked, yawning. He rolled his eyes.

"No. Not today. You have to tell me something. Give me something to go on. I can't do this anymore." He said, feeling frustrated. She stared off into the distance, her eyes completely cold. He sighed. This wasn't going to go well.

"Do what anymore?" She questioned.

"Worrying about you, fearing for you to lose your life, watching you end up in the hospital over and over again." He said, gesturing wildly with his hands. He didn't want to mess this up, but he couldn't stay in the dark. He wanted to protect her, but he didn't know what he should protect her from.

"I never asked for you to worry about me. And if I remember correctly, I ended up in the hospital the first time because of you." She said, her lip pressed together in a small line. She didn't like where this was going. If Damon was going to get overly attached, sooner or later, he'd die. She couldn't have that. She didn't love him, but she didn't want him to die either.

"Don't do that, Caroline." He yelled out in frustration, standing up, his hands balled into fists.

"Do what? What am I doing that is so horrible?" She asked confused. What was his problem?

"Make me worry about you! I don't want to worry about you. I'm a vampire, dammit. I don't have to worry about human problems!" He yelled, whisper shouting the word vampire. Her forehead wrinkled.

"I am human!" She yelled back.

"And I'm not!" He yelled right back, standing dangerously close to her, their faces only inches apart. She stared at him, her eyes betraying her strength. She was feeling unsure. She had no idea what to feel.

"You can't protect me." She whispered. "Not from him."

"Who is him?" Damon yelled. She closed her eyes for a second. "What's with all the stupid secrets? We're in a freaking relationship! You're supposed to open up to me! And I don't just mean your legs!" Damon looked seething. Why was he so pissed? Since when did he care?

"Why do you care so much?" She yelled out in annoyance.

"Because I love you, dammit."