A/N: Hola mi amigos! Here's a nice, long chapter for you- sorry about the wait! I'm going to add in a little 'bonding' scene for the lovely ladies of Mystic Falls, so you can learn a bit more on Cara's past. I'm also going to start uploading most of Cara's outfits on my profile, so be sure to check them out, including the outfit and hair for the 50s dance! Thank you to all of you who reviewed, favorited, and followed :) you guys make my day! So, without further adieu... Chapter 4 everybody!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of VD or it's characters. Yes, even my precious Damon :'( All I own is Cara!
Cara's POV
"Stefan's phone: how may I help you?"
"Cara? Where's Stefan?" It was Elena, and she sounded a bit worried.
"He's on his way to you, left his phone at home."
"Oh, good. He must be here- this compass is going crazy. Thanks though."
"No problem."
End Call
"I'm going down to the cellar- want anything, love?" I asked Damon.
"Sure. O neg if we have it, thanks."
I headed downstairs and fished around for a bag of O-.
Yes! Last one!
I grabbed another bag of B+ for myself, and headed to the kitchen. I poured Damon's into a glass and put them both into the microwave. I think that it's kind of a waste to dirty a glass when it's already packaged, but Damon just doesn't like the plastic. Whatever! If he's happy, I'm happy!
I sat on the countertop, swinging my legs against the cupboards waiting for the blood to heat up.
Doodley doo...
BEEP
Yay! I took them out of the radiation oven and popped my fangs out so I could cut the plastic.
Ohh, the advantages of these razor canines!
I put a swirly straw in the hole I made (I love straws! Then the blood doesn't get on my face:) , and grabbed Damon's cup to head to the study when he whooshed up in front of me.
"Guess. What." He stated, just an inch away from me.
I look a long sip from the straw and extracted my lips from the tip with an audible pop. I looked up at him with my big sea-foam eyes and pursed my lips, cocking my head to the sid a bit.
"What?"
"The house is empty, and we're alone." He gave me a seductive smile and wrapped his arms around my waist, sliding his hands into the back pockets of my dark blue jeans.
Well, I know where he's heading... I could definitely play this game for a while *wink wink*
"Oh, are we?" I wrapped my arms around his neck and played with the ends of his hair.
"Mhhmm," he hummed, bringing his lips to the shell of my ear. He placed a small, lingering kiss on the sweet spot just below my ear. A shiver ran through my spine and he backed me up to the counter, leaving a trail of soft kisses across my jaw when he finally reached my kiss was soft, but I knew it was heading elsewhere. He licked the bit of blood on the inside of my lower lip, then tugged at it with his blunt teeth. God, he knows I love that. He lifted me up onto the countertop and I took the opportunity to wrap my legs around his slim waist. I was being dominant, and explored the mouth I'd kissed every day for over a century. Damon got frustrated at my tempo, kissing him slow and passionately. He picked me up from the counter and took me to the couch, resting my back on the cushion. He roughened the kiss and sat up so I could take of his black silk shirt, to reveal his oh-so-perfect body. I sat up, letting him slide off my embellished grey v-neck exposing my white lace bra. He reached for his buckle, and-
And truth be told, I miss you. And truth be told, I'm lying!
When you see my face, I hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!
When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell...
Damon and I stopped dead in our tracks, and looked to see my Blackberry light up with Stefan's name.
I know- perfect ringtone, right? It's a hobby of mine.
"Shit, Stefan. Worst cock block ever!" Damon yelled, getting off the couch.
I let out a deep, annoyed sigh and sat up to grab my phone from the coffee table.
"What do you want?"
"I need you guys to come over to Elena's. She was attacked."
"And this is our problem, how?"
"It's your problem because... Cause... We need to try and figure out what to do about this unknown guy and you're the oldest and know things...So yeah... Be quick!" He hung up.
Always sucked at comebacks. Oh well, then. We do need to get this guy outta town, and we should know why he wants Elena...
"I guess we'll have to wait till tonight then, D." I looked over to Damon who was putting his shirt back on. (Sadly)
"Then what am I supposed to do with this?" He gestured to the bulge in his pants.
"I don't know, babe. Find some looser pants. Or think about Aunt Helen in the shower," I threw my shirt back on and grabbed my leather jacket.
Damon scrunched up his nose with a disgusted look on his face.
"Blech... Hey, it worked!" he patted his crotch as if saying 'good job!'
"Great, you drive." I tossed him his keys and we headed out the door.
Thirty minutes later, thanks to my fiance's speedy driving, we pulled up to Elena's house. We walked in to see Stefan and a shaken-up Elena on the couch.
"So how'd he get in?" I started.
"He was invited in," Elena replied. I looked to Stefan.
Why would she invite a stranger in? Stupid, naive girl.
"He posed as a delivery guy last night." Oh.
"Well the guy gets points for that." Damon chipped.
"Did he say what he want?" I guess I'm going to do the important questioning, since Damon still seems to be pouting over out impolite interruption.
"No, he was too busy trying to kill me!"
"And you have no idea who this is?" Stefan looked to me.
"Nope. Don't look at me like that! I told you we had company."
"You think there's more than one?" Elena still seemed a bit rattled.
"Damon, Cara... He was invited in." Stefan said.
I sat down on the arm of the couch with Damon's hands resting on my shoulders, and we both nodded our heads knowingly.
"Then we go get him tonight," Damon said.
"You up for it?" I looked to Elena, who still seemed to be a bit rattled.
"What do I have to do?"
"Let my brother take you to the dance, and we'll see who shows up. Damon and I will come along for a lookout."
Stefan gave us a skeptical look, and Elena spoke up.
"Stefan, I'll be safe with the three of you."
He nodded. She weighed her options then answered,
"I'll do it. But the dance is in two hours, and if you want to lay low you're gonna have to blend in with the other chaperones. Cara, you can get ready with Caroline and Bonnie and I, they'll be here in ten. Damon... try to look presentable."
"Okay, I guess I'll have to use my vampy-speed to run home and dig out a dress from the 50s," I sighed. Man, spending two hours with these girl will be a pain.
But it's gotta be done.
"Great," she said.
"Come on, Carabear. Shall we find you something darling for the dance?" Damon teased, offering his arm suggestively.
"We shall."
We sped back to the Boarding House, into my closet. Damon pulled out three boxes, scrawled on the side in black sharpie they read:
1950: Formalwear
Oh, boy.
I am currently sitting at Elena's vanity, straightening my bangs. I went through them one more time, and they fell into that familiar swoop across my cheek bone.
"Wow, you really have some taste!" Caroline commented. She was looking at the dress I'd picked from one of my many boxes. The dress was A-line, and came right below my knees. It had capped sleeves, a square neckline that accentuated my bust, and at the waist there was a tied bow. The dress was light forest green, with a floral print that had a mix of coral, red, and yellow flowers. I matched it with coral T-strap pumps, some matching bangles, yellow and diamond studded earrings, and a pale yellow bag.
"Thanks. I got it in New York a few months ago, after a trip overseas, at a vintage store when Damon and I were on our way here."
I lied. I'm pretty sure that was twenty-eight years ago, during a layover in New York on our way to Sweden.
"New York is known for fashion!" Caroline replied, checking out all the accessories laid out before me.
"I didn't know you traveled-have you guys ever been to England? I've always to go," Bonnie asked.
"Actually, after Damon and I graduated high school, I was offered a scholorship at UNI for a medical program and Damon wouldn't let me refuse. So we bought a flat in Cheshire, London near the bakery I worked at. Damon and I lived there together for a few months, and when he proposed we decided to come back here."
Another Lie. I did go to UNI in a medical program, but I actually finished and got my degree and now I'm a certified surgeon. Cool, huh? We lived in London on and off for about twenty years, and I started the bakery in 1920 and own it to this day... But hey, it's not like they'd believe me if I'd told them!
I said all of this as I did my makeup. I don't wear much makeup on a daily basis, just brown mascara to cover my already super long lashes, (since black looks odd with my hair color) a little natural colored eyeshadow and maybe a little concealer, but that's really it.
For the dance, though, I decided to do a light smokey eye, with pink/purplish accents to go along with the coral in my dress.
"When did you and Damon meet, exactly?" Caroline asked.
"Junior year," I replied.
Just one lie after another. But I'm used to it.
That was the last time anyone asked about Damon.
"You're so lucky! I'd love to visit London sometime," Bonnie continued.
"It takes a lot of hard work to earn that sort of money, but I'm sure you'll make it there someday." I encouraged her.
Elena sighed, looked to me and said this as if she'd been thinking about it for a long time,
"So Cara, I know that we haven't really gotten along, but how about we make a truce? I mean, I am dating your future brother-in-law and you seem really close, so I think it's in our best interest."
Damon and I talked about this option earlier- I get close to Elena and her group, then the witch will help me open the tomb with no struggle since we're all "friends." Then we take care of our business with Katherine and we're out of here.
This is the perfect opportunity to get started.
"Okay, truce it is then." I shook Elena's hand, sealing our pact.
"So, what are you gonna do with your hair? I bet there's billions of options with those curls of yours, and you have a lot of 'em too!" Caroline asked.
"Thanks, you're right. I'm not really sure... I could just do one of those messy buns at the nape of my neck and leave my bangs down."
"That'd look cute," Bonnie added.
"Okay: bun it is then!"
Awesome! Judgy's starting to warm up to me... Caroline and I are already kind of close, so hopefully that'll contribute to my plan. I did my hair, letting a couple of loose curls fall on each side of my face, then took my dress and headed to the bathroom to change.
"So, you said you worked at a bakery. Have you always liked baking?" Elena asked.
I stepped out of the bathroom in my dress then answered, "Well, yeah. I'm sort of a natural cook I guess. Plus I looooove cake, and have a total sweet tooth, so it became a hobby of mine." They all giggled at the cake comment.
I slipped on my shoes and accessories, while Elena rant the straightener through her hair one last time and Caroline pinned the last artificially curl into place on top of her head. We were all ready and headed out to Bonnie's car. I sat in the passenger seat with Elena and Caroline in the back.
"Ya know Cara, now that I'm actually getting to know you, you're not so bad," Elena said.
"Thanks. You aren't as annoying as I thought, either."
Ha. LIE. Well, sorta... She did have her moments.
Caroline giggled.
"Yeah. When I saw you with Damon I thought you'd be just as bad as him, no offense, but I was wrong."
"And you know..." Bonnie started, then let out a breath.
"I shouldn't have blamed you for what Damon did, and I'm sorry. So if you're willing I'd like a fresh start, and maybe we could become friends?" Bonnie apologized.
Woah! Totally didn't see that coming!
"Thank you, Ju- Bonnie," Whoops! Almost slipped there! "I think that'd be great." I gave her a polite smile.
"Yes! See Bonnie? Elena? Cara is totally cool!" Caroline commented.
"Thanks, Care. Oh! I have a great idea- why don't we all have a sleepover tomorrow? I'm not doing anything and if you guys want I could teach you how to bake a few things?" I asked.
"That'd be awesome! Elena could seriously use the help," Bonnie teased.
"Hey! I happen to make some great chocolate chip cookies," she defended.
"Sure you do..." Bonnie retorted.
And there she goes being all Judgy again.
"So it's a date?" Caroline cut them off.
"It's a date. Let's do it at my place- I mean if you have a commercial kitchen, why not use it right?" They all agreed as we pulled up to the school, getting out of the car.
We got up to the door, discussing more details when I saw Damon's Camaro pull into the parking lot. He'd replaced the leather jacket with a long sleeve dark blue shirt and a black vest, along with grey suspenders hanging from his waist over his black jeans.
"You guys head in, I'm just going to let Damon know about tomorrow." Bonnie and Care headed inside and I stopped Elena to tell her to wait for Stefan before going in, just to be safe. I left her at the door and met Damon halfway into the parking lot.
"Baby Doll," my fiance greeted with a smile. Oh, and here comes all of the fifties slang!
"Daddy-O," I linked our elbows and we slowly started walking to the door, giving us time to talk.
"So, Little Red," he started.
Woah! I haven't heard him call me Red since, like, 1952! Oh wait...
Ha! Good job, Damon!
"How did the bonding time with the girls go?" he asked.
"Really well! Bonnie actually apologized and she said she wanted us to be friends. Plus, Elena and I made a truce, and we're having a sleepover tomorrow night at the our place."
"Good, that's really good. Now all we need to do is find Emily's grimoire so Judgy can do that spell."
"We'll have that tomb opened in no time," I added, and we headed into the gym.
It was crowded and loud filled with dancing, dressed up teenagers drinking spiked punch. Typical High School Dance. Damon and I were near the entrance, looking out for anyone suspicious. We were chatting aimlessly, and I decided to listen in on the conversations around us, hoping to find something unusual. I didn't hear anything at first, and then I decided to listen in on Elena's Aunt Jenna, (who I'd become friends with) talking to a cute guy in a letterman jacket. Good for her! I caught Jenna in mid-sentence,
"-starting to see a change in Jeremy, finally."
"Well, losing someone you love so suddenly, the uh, trauma and the grief there is some of the toughest things you'll face in life."
"It's good to hear that from someone who knows... You have no idea what happened?"
"That's the hard part...Not knowing."
"Is it okay to talk about your wife?"
"There's not really anything to talk about,"
"It must be frustrating, not having any answers..."
"I'd be lying to you if I told you it didn't keep me up at night. Wondering: Why? By who?"
"Well, I maybe one day you'll get your answers."
"I hope so...I hope so."
The guy glanced over at Damon and I at the last sentence, which confused me.
Hmm. Maybe he was just looking around nonchalantly.
"I'll be right back, babe. Gonna see if I can make amends with the witch, too."
"Okay, good luck!" I kissed his cheek and kept my eye on him, staying close by and listening to the conversation.
Some call it eavesdropping.
"Hi Bonnie! Wanna dance?"
she scoffed. "I'm outta here."
"Wait. Please, give me another chance?"
She left, then Caroline stepped in.
"Back off, Damon. We may like Cara but that doesn't give you a get-out-of-jail-free card." She walked away.
I came up next to Damon and patted his back comfortingly.
"Hey, at least you tried."
Stefan and Elena joined us.
"Where did they go?" Elena asked.
"I don't know."
"What'd you say to them?" asked Stefan as if he were up to something.
"I was perfectly polite!"
"He was, I heard it." I backed him up.
"Red," he turned to me, "would you like to dance?"
"I would love to, Damon." I took his hand and we went off to the dance floor. Stefan and Elena soon followed and danced a little ways away from us.
We danced for a while, and we were actually having fun. Who knew?
"Remember when we entered that dancing contest in '54 while we were in Sweden?" Damon asked.
"Oh yeah! We kicked ass back then!" the music tempo started to pick up.
"Why don't we give these tennagers a little show?"
"What? Noooo we couldn't! It would embarrass the crap out of Stefan-" I shook my head in protest, but then Damon gave me a look, "-which is exactly why you want to do it. Okay, I'm in!" I smiled big and we started to dance a little more openly. The teens around us started to back up, forming a little circle.
Out of pure luck, the DJ started to play Twist and Shout.
"It's our JAM!" I yelled.
We started doing some of our old moves, Damon lifting me, spinning me around his back, and soon we were full-on doing the jive.
I caught a glimpse of Stefan, he was rubbing his forehead and bending low in the crowd. Elena had left him to join Bonnie and Caroline at a part of the now bigger circle surrounding us, and they were all cheering al clapping to the beat. It was awesome!
All too soon, the song ended along with our dance. Everyone went back to their dates and resumed their night. We walked up to Stefan and Elena, catching our breaths.
"Did you see us?" I asked, a big wide smirk was wiped across my face.
"It was great! Where'd you two learn to dance like that?" asked an enthusiastic Elena.
"We won a contest in Sweden back in '54. Didn't you see the trophy in the living room?" Damon replied sarcastically.
Pfffft. Like we kept the trophy.
"No, but that was awesome!" Damon and I looked to Stefan smugley.
"I cannot believe you two did that! In front of the whole school! I can't take you tow anywhere." Stefan whisper-yelled.
"Oh, don't get your knickers in a twist, Stephanie. We were just having fun," I said.
"And now we're going to have fun elsewhere," Damon interlaced our fingers and let me away from our brooding brother.
Damon and I were now drinking some of the punch (I realized it was spiked with vodka as soon as I tasted it) when the cute guy in the letterman jacket Jenna was talking to came up to us:
"That was great out there! I don't think I've seen you guys around here before, how'd you get roped into chaperoning?" He paused a beat, then continued, "I'm Alaric Saltzman, the new history teacher." He offered his hand to my fiance.
"Oh, the cursed faculty position," Damon said, shaking his hand.
"From what I've been told," Alaric replied.
"I'm Damon Salvatore." The history teacher nodded, then looked to me.
"Cara Ann Williams, soon to be Salvatore." I used the first fake surname that came to mind. I offered him my left hand to showing him the ring with a smile.
"Congratulations...Was that Salvatore? As in Stefan?" He asked.
"Yep. He's my little brother. I'm his legal guardian,"
"Hence the chaperoning." I finished.
Damn, we do finish each other's sentences a lot.
"I hear he's really bright, not that I've been able to see it myself." Alaric commented.
"Well, his attendance reccord is spotty. Family drama." Damon said.
"Divorced parents?"
"It's just the three of us now," I said, giving Damon a believable sympathetic smile. Alaric nodded.
"So, you live here your whole life?"
"On and off," I said.
"We travel a bit." Damon finished.
"Really? Where? Around the States?"
I whispered under my breath to Damon so only he could hear.
Who's this guys to be asking questions?
He looked back at me with the same questioning look, and we turned to Alaric, without answering.
He chuckled.
"Oh, pshh, I'm being nosy. Sorry, I don't mean to pry."
Neither of us said anything.
"Well, It was nice meeting you two. Congratulations, again."
"Thanks. Nice meeting you too, Alaric," I said.
He walked away, and I immediately turned to Damon.
"Creepy, much?"
"You said it, I thought it."
"Too bad. It looked like Jenna was into him," I mentioned.
"She'll find someone better. Come on, Carabear, how about one more dance," a slow song was playing in the background.
"One more, but we need to find th-" I was cut off when Damon pulled me against his chest hard and quick, reaching inhuman speed.
"Damon, we're in public! Someone could've seen that!" I scolded him, although a smile was playing my lips.
"Lighten up. They're all too busy sucking faces to notice one little superhuman attribute," He slid his arms around my waist, resting his hands dangerously low for a dance. "Even Steff's getting a little action," I looked over to see my little brother and his girlfriend kissing in the middle of the dance floor.
"Cara Aaaannnnnn," Damon continued to whine.
"Okay, D. We're dancing. But keep your eyes out for-" I was cut off again, this time by Damon's lips pressing into mine softly. My hands went to his neck and wove through his soft hair. Our bodies were so close you couldn't fit a penny between us. Damon had a certain possessiveness with kissing me in public, he needed to show everyone that I was his.
His tongue swept my bottom lip, asking for entrance, but I declined and detached our lips. I leant my forehead against his and I whispered to him,
"We have to keep it PG13...Stefan's right there..."
"Stefan's seen worse," my hands were against his chest, and he pressed his lips to my neck.
"Damon, people are going to start looking..." His hands were roaming my body and I knew I had to stop him or I'd get distracted from the task at hand.
"D...Babe...You need to stop..." I was getting lost in my own words as I felt his fangs slide across my neck.
"Relax, nobody's watching," He started to kiss my pulse point, but his head shot up abruptly and I knew something was wrong.
"What is it?"
"Back corner," I looked to see a guy in a black hoodie, staring at Elena from a distance.
"Go get them," I said. I was older, and though Damon didn't like to admit it, stronger than him. He left to get Stefan and Elena while I followed the guy out into the halls.
Once we were out of sight, I pushed him into the lockers.
"What did I do?" he asked.
Shit, this wasn't him.
"Where is he?"
"I was getting a soda and this guy gave me his hoodie," he replied.
I let him go an went back into the gym to find Damon. I saw him run up to Stefan, who was alone.
"Where's Elena?" Damon asked.
"She just went to the bathroom, why?"
"The guy's here, we saw him. We need to find Elena, now." We split up, Damon and I then Stefan. I heard struggle, and followed the noise through the halls with Damon at my tail.
I sped into the cafeteria to see Stefan throw Mystery Man off of Elena who held a bloody pencil. Looked like she knew how to defend herself, that's good.
I came behind him, and he turned around, frightened. Good. That means he knew who we were.
"Look buddy, nobody's gonna kill you," I said
"We just wanna talk," Damon finished.
The guy smirked and sped to the other end of the room towards elena. She handed Stefan the broken mop and threw it to me, and I came up behind his and stabbed him in the back.
"Now you feel like talking?"
"Screw. You." Stefan took the stake and stabbed him again in the stomach.
"Why are you doing this?" he growled. Baby brother sticking up for his girl!
"It's fun." the guy replied.
"What do you want with Elena?" Stefan looked him in the eye and all he said was,
"She looks like Katherine."
What?!
"You knew Katherine?" Stefan asked.
"You thought you were the only one," he said, "You don't even remember me,"
"Tell me how to get in the tomb," I stepped forward.
"No."
I twisted the stake further into his abdomen.
"The grimoire," he choked out.
"Where is it?"
"Check the journal, Mayor...Mayor John...Jonathan Gilbert's journal..."
Damon and I shared a look, then Damon asked, "Who else is working with you?"
No answer.
"Who else?"
He gasped, "No...No you're gonna have to kill me..."
Stefan took the stake out of his stomach, and plunged it into his heart. Elena sounded like she was starting to hyperventilate.
"Wh-Ho-How are we gonna find the others now?"
"He had to die," I said.
"Elena, he's been invited in." Stefan clarified. I heard something outside the door, and Damon and I went for it.
"You guys go, I got this," Stefan told us.
Damon and I walked down the halls to find a wandering Alaric Saltzman. Damon went to compel him.
"What were you doing?"
"Looking for Ms. Hilton."
"Why are you in Mystic Falls?"
"I got a job as a teacher."
"Do you know what I am?"
"You're my student's brother."
"Is everything you're telling me the truth?"
"Yes."
"Then forget we had this conversation."
Damon came back to me, and we walked towards Stefan in the other hall. Elena wasn't in sight, I figured she caught a ride home with Jenna. Damon leant against the wall across Stefan, and I leant against Damon.
"There was no way he was working alone," Damon started.
"You are," Stefan replied. I shot him a glare."So, the grimoire. It was Emily's, right? When the founders burned her, they took all of her things. You thought dad's journal would tell you where it was, right?"
"Look at you, putting the pieces together. Good for you." Stefan stepped closer as I mocked him.
"We were half right. Well, it's out there. Let the games begin." Damon added.
"My offer still stands,"
"With some hidden agenda, no doubt." I commented. Damon and I were doing a back and forth thing, here.
"No, nothing hidden about it. No lies, no deception, I'm there when you open the tomb, you two take Katherine to her pending doom, and the 26 other vampires die."
"If we agree?"
"I'll help you." I stepped forward, standing my own now, and spoke.
"Why would I trust you after what you did to me? How can you ensure that you won't run off with Katherine and plan to break us apart again?"
"Because...'
"Because what Stefan?" Damon stepped in.
"Because I'm in love with Elena. I have no problem with you two being together anymore. I got over it, Damon." He turned to me." I love you, Cara. But you're family, nothing more...just my sister. That's my guarantee. I. Love. Elena."
"Okay."
I walked out of our en suite bathroom with a makeup-free face and loose hair, reaching for my zipper, but it wouldn't budge,
"Hey, Damon-Could you give me a hand?" I yelled downstairs. We just got home and it looked like Stefan was staying the night at Elena's.
"Sure." He was already right behind me, and set down his empty bourbon glass to unzip my dress. I sighed and shimmied out of the clothing, going to open Damon's drawers in my underwear to find a shirt to sleep in.
"Do you...trust Stefan?" I asked, unclipping my bra and sliding on one of the over-sized t-shirts.
"I'm not sure, yet. He seemed pretty sincere, but I still have my doubts."
"Me too. I know he's over me, that's for sure."
"Thank god," Damon chipped,
"And he's definitely in love with Elena, I can see it. But I don't think he's ready to let Katherine go- I mean, they grew close over plotting against us, and I'm pretty sure they had a blood bond for a while."
"I'm sure they did. They were sleeping together, too. Katherine told me about it to try and make me jealous so I'd go back to her. Skank." Damon said, while stripping to his boxers.
"Of course she did. But Stefan is your brother, and maybe since he's over me we could all try to be somewhat of a family again..." I trailed off as I climbed into bed.
"I don't want to be his enemy." Damon hit the light and crawled into bed behind me, tugging me backwards to his bare chest and I could feel him nuzzling my hair.
"Me neither. I just want it to go back to normal...before all of this."
"So do I... We can investigate more tomorrow." I yawned.
"Night, Damon. Love you," I closed my eyes and snuggled into his warmth.
"Love you too, Cara. G'night."
We drifted off to a peaceful sleep, our problems can wait till the morning.
There ya have it! I am here to write for you, so what do you guys think? More Cara/Damon fluff? Sibling rivalry? Family togetherness? Bitchy/Whiny Elena towards our favorite Salvatore couple? Please review- It encourages me to update! Have a great mother's day! Ooh, and before I forget- Song credits for Stefan's ringtone go to Gives You Hell by The All American Rejects.
Adiós por ahora,
(Goodbye for now)
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