A/N: Hi guys! I hope you had a great mother's day :) I got to go on a lovely one-nighter with my mom at the beach. Please, please, PLEASE review and let me know what you liked/didn't like, it helps me write to your preference, and it makes me feel good! Link to Cara's outfit is on my profile, along with her every-day hair. Here's Chapter 5, starting off with a flashback in Damon's POV
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Vampire Diaries, just my OC.
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I can't believe this is happening. I wanted Cara to turn me, not Katherine! Now she and Stefan have taken me somewhere out of Mystic Falls, and Cara Ann is probably worried, left at the altar. I know she's used compulsion and I can't get farther than 35 feet away from that slut. And my own brother going along with her plan the whole time... It's just not right. He couldn't let Father be proud of me for once, ruining his Favorite Child position in our screwed up family. But destroying my wedding and way of eternal life is unforgivable. That's why once I get back to Cara we will make his life miserable, not to mention plot our revenge on Katherine.
Standing off the gravel road behind the tree, I watch the scene play out before me. My younger brother is lying in the middle of the road, perceiving as dead, while Katherine is yelling out to a carriage coming down the road.
"Help! Help! My husband has been hurt, please help!"
"Miss, it is not safe to be out this late at night," one man scolded her as another went to check Stefan for injuries.
"I know it isn't," Katherine attacked the man, ripping into his throat and draining him of blood. I watched as the other man was fed off of, too. I've seen Cara Ann feed, but she wasn't so... Cruel. She compelled them not to fear, or feel any pain. Katherine tore these men apart.
Stefan got up as I came from behind the tree.
"That's how it's done," Katherine told him.
"Where do the bodies go?" he asked. I stayed silent.
"I'll drag them out to the woods and the other animals will finish them off. Now kiss me." A wide, lustful smile spread across her bloodied face, and Stefan handed her a handkerchief. She refused.
"Might as well get a taste now, soon enough you won't want anything else." Stefan hesitated, then pulled their lips together.
I turned away in disgust.
Cara's POV
Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a fluffy white towel off the rack and twisted my hair into it. I let my hair dry naturally into its tight curls because if I blow-dry it, it gets frizzy. Soooo not fun!
I dried myself off and put the second towel back on the rack for reuse.
Reduce, reuse and recycle!
I tip-toed into our walk-in closet, not wanting to wake Damon quite yet, and scoped out a pale purple/dark grey tank top with a pink floral print, blue jeans with cuffed ankles and a woven tan/white leather belt. I pulled out some wedged white strappy sandals and a long silver chain-necklace to go with. I went back to the bathroom to do my makeup and run a little product through my hair, when I found something at the shower.
It was Damon: Naked. And pouting.
"How come you didn't wake me up to shower?"
"Because I wanted to go in dirty and come out clean. When we shower together it usually ends up backwards, D." I shook the towel off my head, letting my auburn (already curly) hair drop; the wet ends hitting the top of my low-cut jeans.
He let out a long, teenager 'oh-em-gee-whatever' sigh. Ewwy. He sounds like Elena.
"Fine. I need to shower anyway," he started to run the water and stepped inside.
"So did you hear Stefan and Elena come home last night?" I ran some curl product through my damp hair and threw it into a messy bun, then bobby-pinned my bangs loosely on the side, and turned on my flat iron.
"Yep," he popped the P, "lucky for him I was too tired to tell him off about all the noise. He's such a screamer."
"I know. Blech."
"So what's the plan for today?"
I looked over to my fiance as he was lathering his raven hair, "Well I was going to make some grilled cheese and have lunch with Jeremy today, so it'd be the perfect opportunity to look for the journal. You and I go there a bit early before he gets home, and Stefan and Elena can do their own thing." Damon rinsed his hair then looked at me through the steamy glass.
I applied my everyday brown mascara to my strawberry blonde eyelashes. That's the one thing about being a ginger- thick and long yet invisible eyelashes!
Then I put on some shimmer-gloss to my already pink lips. My flat iron had heated up, and I straightened my bangs like I always do: swept over my left cheekbone, falling slightly over my eye.
"That's sounds good. But the new history teacher seemed a little suspicious," Damon walked out of the shower and I handed him a towel, adding a quick good-morning kiss.
"Alaric? Yeah, we should check that out too." I let down my almost dry hair and scrunched in some product, deciding to leave it down as usual, then turned off the flat iron and put it aside.
"Okay. I'm gonna get dressed then we can go wake up the chillens."
"Great, I'm almost done." Now finished with my hair, I swept a bit of natural light brown eyeshadow across my lid and added a little white in the corners of my eyes and under my brow. I put my makeup away and walked into our bedroom to Damon putting on his dark grey Calvin Klein V-neck.
"You look pretty," Damon complemented.
"Aww thanks. You too, just let me fix your hair," I stood on my tippy toes and tousled his damp hair a bit, do it wasn't matted to his head anymore, "Perfect."
We walked down the hall, my left arm around his waist and his right arm draped over my shoulders. We came into Stefan's room, sat on his bad and Damon said,
"Rise and shine, sleepy heads." Elena hurriedly wrapped the sheet around her bust and they shouted at us thing like "Damon!", "Cara!", "What the fu-", "Go away!"
"Ohh, stop being smutty." I rolled my eyes.
"Seriously, get out of here!" Stefan told me."
"Sweetie, if I see something I haven't seen before I'll throw a dollar at it."
Elena gave me a questioning look.
"Yep. Saw this one naked," I pointed my thumb at Steff. Elena scoffed towards her boyfriend, looking like she was about to slap him for not mentioning this to her.
"Their basically siblings Elena. Get your head out of the gutter," Damon finished.
"Now listen, we have some very important things to discuss," I said.
"And it has to be right now?" Elena asked annoyed.
"Well we have lots to do," Damon answered.
"Now that we're all friends and working towards a common goal," I added. Stefan and Elena looked to each other, then back at me and nodded in agreement.
"So, to open the tomb we have to get the journal, to find the grimoire, so we can undo the spell," I explained, getting off the bed.
Damon started, "Cara and I will head to your house to look for the journal, while you guys get the first day off."
"Why don't we find it? It's Elena's family journal," Stefan questioned.
"Because Jeremy and I already have plans for video games and it'd be easier that way."
"Gosh, I can't believe you still hang out with my little brother!" Elena rolled under the covers in embarrassment.
Can't hide from us forever, Elena!
"He's a cool cat!"
"Okay, so Elena and I will busy ourselves for the day. But how do we even know that the journal will hold the location to the grimoire? I mean, are we really gonna trust that mystery vampire? He seemed like kind of a dimwit." Geez, give it to Stefan to ask all the questions!
"What other options do we have?" Damon countered. Elena got back up from under the covers,
"So, what exactly is a grimoire?" she asked.
"A witch's cookbook," I answered. Elena still didn't get it, Stefan elaborated further,
"Every spell a witch would cast, would be unique among itself. So they documented their work-"
"Yeah. Cookbook," Damon said.
"Well what about our mystery vampire?" Stefan countered, "Obviously the dimwit wasn't working by himself, so whoever else was with him knows who we are."
"And I don't like that," Damon commented, then he clapped his hands, "So chop chop!"
We started walking out of the room when Damon turned back around to Stefan.
"I like this whole foursome-teamwork thing we got going on here. It's got kind of a kink to it!" We started to walk out of Stefan's room, and I laughed out loud, followed by a small snort or two causing Damon to laugh as well.
"Oh, come on. It's been, what? 168 years and you still think that's funny?" I smacked his arm.
"It's not funny, it's just... Ridiculously adorable! Haha!" D continued to laugh at me.
"Well stop laughing like that, you little poo!"
"Fine, fine." I picked up my pace, leaving a Damon chuckling to himself. Bastard. But hey, I love him!
Mystic Falls, 1864: The Salvatore Residence
"Stop it! I'm ticklish! Stop!" I giggled as Damon quickly untied my white corset, brushing his fingers over my exposed back.
"Make me!" I turned him over on his back, and I crashed my lips unto his forcibly and pressed his bare chest harder into the bed. I detached our lips after a minute or two, letting him breath.
"Well, you do have a way of persuasion..." he said, breathless.
"Damon, just imagine our wedding night, we can kiss for hours without you needing to breath!"
"Cara Ann, there'll be many other thing we could do for hours besides kiss," his icy blue eyes held a vision of lust. I returned his look,
"Oh, sweetie I know. I'm more than ecstatic-" I cut of, hearing Katherine and Stefan in their bedroom. I rolled off of Damon and let my head drop gain the pillow.
"What's the matter?"
"I can hear them, Damon." I closed my eyes, hoping to shut out the noises.
"Block them out, just focus on me," I open my eyes to see Damon hovering over me, understanding in his eyes. I let out a breath, and thankfully they quieted down.
Damon continued, "I know you hate Katherine, believe me I do too. One minute she's sleeping with my little brother, and the next she throws herself at me."
"I don't necessarily hate her, she's just... She shouldn't be messing with Stefan. I've seen him grown up from an adolescent into this wonderful young man and I just... I know he's gonna get hurt and I feel bad, I feel like I drove him to her- he had an innocent crush and I didn't- I didn't want to hurt him but, you know I couldn't love him that way, and..." I started to get upset, Damon shushed me and cupped my cheeks.
"it's not your fault. But for now we just have to deal with it, okay? Once we're married we can go wherever we like, and we'll be together. That's all that matters, just think of that." He brushed a loose red curl behind me ear, and kissed me lightly on the lips.
"Okay, Damon," I whispered. I smiled at him when I heard Emily Bennett across the hall, letting Katherine know Miss Pearl was here to see her. I sat up from the bed, holding my green corset to my chest, listening for more.
"What is it now?"
"Pearl is here to talk to Katherine... They're going outside to talk privately. I should go down there to listen on," I turned back to my nude fiancee, a sad look marred his face.
"Okay. Please, be careful my love."
"I will, I promise. Could you help me get back into my dress?" Damon rolled over to the edge of the bed, pulling his pants on and came to my assistance. He re-tied my corset, and helped me pull on the light blue dress.
"I will be right back," he curtly nodded and I headed downstairs. Miss Bennett stopped me on my way beside the door,
"Miss Cara Ann, there is trouble for your kind amongst the town. Listen to Miss Pearl, for your own safety," she smiled at me apologetically.
"Thank you, Emily. I was coming just to do so."
I stood in the kitchen, not wanting to let Katherine or Pearl know I was nearby. This is what I heard,
"How long do you plan on staying with the Salvatore's? People start to talk, Katherine. And what I hear is that you've been toying with the youngest attempting to steal the affection for his brother. You and I both know that cannot end well, Cara Ann is but twenty years older than you. She is also known to have a temper, and it's not a help to our situation."
"I know that, Pearl. After the terror she caused is her Ripper days I doubt she has the emotional stability to kill another single living-or nonliving-being again. As for the Stefan, he agreed to go with my plan. He has a boyish crush on the redhead and wants to break up the wedding. I'd much prefer Damon over him so we have a common goal. I just have to keep him occupied for now so he doesn't screw the whole thing up."
"Well, if that is what you've planned there is no way of me stopping it now. But Anora Fell came by today, with this elixir. She asked that it be sold at a reduced rate."
"I don't follow?"
"Try it,"
I heard a sizzling noise.
"What the hell?" Katherine swore.
"Vervain."
"Why is there ver-?"
"They know. And they're getting crafty about it."
"Townspeople ingesting vervain... That's inconvenient."
"It might be time for us to move on again,"
"Not until I have finished my business with the Salvatores."
Oh no... I must tell Damon!
Mystic Falls, Current Time.
Damon and I were taking our time driving to the Gilbert residence in Darcy.
"So you and little Gilbert really have this friendship working for ya?" Damon asked.
"Yeah! He's a cool kid. Troubled, but he's really a smart guy. I guess I just have this need to be friends with him- we have a lot in common."
"Oh do you? Like what."
"Like the fact that we both are annoyed by Elena, love to bitch about her, play video games, and he can take all of my dirty jokes without getting offended."
"You just described us!" Damon looked at me, offended.
"Well then he's like a mini, more pot-headed you that I can't sleep with. And he's not as handsome, of course." I smirked, hoping that the comment will even our ground.
"Well duh. Okay then, I guess I see it. I just hope we can find that journal before he gets home," we pulled up to the driveway and got out of the car.
"Me too, D." We got to the door, and luckily the door was unlocked. Awesome!
We got in and dug around the house, finding some old boxes and we started to dig through them at the kitchen table.
"Cara, this morning, before I took a shower, I heard Stefan and Elena talking," Damon started.
"Yeah? What about?"
"Us." This caught my attention.
"What about us, Damon?"
"Well..."
"Do you really think that Damon and Cara believe us?"
"I don't think they know what to believe. Something happened before their wedding, and since then trust doesn't come naturally between us."
"You know, Stefan, I really think that everything they've done, every choice either one of them has made, was out of pure hate for Katherine. It;s twisted, but kind of sad. How can they hold onto anger for that long?"
"I'm sure you don't want to know."
"Are you kidding me?!"
"Nope."
"I swear, Damon! He's just never going to tell her, is he?"
"I don't think so. This is why I wanted to tell her when we met, Carabear."
"We need to tell her. Or else Stefan's going to just keep brushing over it like it wasn't a big deal. Like, really? 'I'm sure you don't want to know'? How fucking shady is that?!"
"God, I know. Stefan is pissing me the fuck off."
"Sometimes I just feel the need to stab him in the fucking thro- Hi Jere!" I quickly calmed myself as Jeremy walked through the door.
"Cara...Damon. What are you doing here? We didn't have plans for another... twenty minutes?" He walked in the kitchen.
"Oh, well Damon wanted to join us and I was just...Uh... looking for an old journal for Elena. She said she wanted to... Do some family digging and that your dad told her about it when she was younger." I quickly made a cover story, hoping not to raise any suspicions.
"Jonathan Gilbert's journal?" He hopped onto the counter in front of me.
"Yeah, what do you know about it?" Damon asked.
"I just did a history report on it."
Jackpot!
"Oh...So where is it now?" I tried to keep my cool.
"I gave it to Mr. Saltzman, he wanted to see it."
Shit, I knew that guy was sketchy!
"Thanks, bro. Sorry though, we really need to get that journal from him. Elena wouldn't stop bothering me about it... I think it's that time of the month!" I covered.
"Haha, yeah no problem. See you later," He came over to me and we did our little secret-handshake, and I took Damon outside again back to Darcy.
"Perfect- hitting two birds with one stone!" I said.
"Come on, Carabear. You drive," Damon got in the passenger seat and rolled down the top.
After about 10 minutes of driving through Mystic Falls we came to the school.
Damon and I walked around the empty halls, searching for some int of Alaric Saltzman's history class. Nothing so far.
"Remember fooling around in the janitors closet an UNI?" Damon asked.
"Yeah! And that teacher caught you with your pants at your ankles...That was hilarious! The look on her face-" I started to laugh at the memory, when Damon covered my mouth with his large hand. It took up the entire lower half of my face.
"Shh, Cara! He'll hear us," he said in a sing-song voice.
"Bwww bwdd Bmmn, Mm mww mwah mu minmig"
Translation: Oh god Damon, I know what you're thinking.
"Shhh, shh. Babe, I know you think it's hot when I whisper."
Ooooooookayyyyyyyy then...
He spun us around and around against the lockers. It seemed like he was pretending that we were "trying not to get caught." We stopped at the corner of the hallway, and Damon looked around the wall and said,
"Coast is clear!"
He unclasped his hand from my mouth, revealing an amused smile, and then started to kiss up my neck.
"Damonnnn I'm not in the mood!"
"We only have five minutes before class starts!" Damon said, holding a complete straight face.
"Seriously? Role play? Haven't we gone past this yet?"
He ignored my comment and started to nip on the pulsepoint in my neck. My stomach flip-flopped, and suddenly I was starving.
"Just...one...taste..." Damon mumbled. I turned him around, pinning him again the locker.
"If we do this now, I get the first sip!" The veins under my eyes protruded, blood red surrounding my natural blue-green. I went down to Damon's neck and kissed up and down his neck, leaving a trail of love bites. I got to his jugular and my fangs pushed through my gums. I bit him, as gently as I could manage through my hunger, and drank. Soft moans escaped Damon's lips, and I felt him push aside my curly locks and bite into my neck. I felt a rush, as blood sharing was extremely intimate. We'd done it plenty of times before but it felt new every single time.
"Hello?" Alaric yelled. I pulled back, looked to Damon and put my finger to my lips, gesturing silence. There was blood dripping down the corner of his mouth, and I imagined my face the same. I wiped it for hi, as he did I, and we ran at inhuman speed away from the noise.
We, conveniently, found the classroom, when I caught a stake aiming for Damon.
I turned to see the history teacher aiming a professional vampire-hunting weapon at me.
He went for another shot, but I sped behind him and took his stake launcher.
"You shouldn't have done that." Damon pushed him into the desks, and he quickly recovered. He was ready for attack.
"Have a seat," I commanded, "What is this, compressed air?" I asked. he was silent.
"Did you make it yourself?" Damon stepped in, "Who are you?" Alaric stayed silent.
"We're not gonna hurt you, unless you try that again," I came closer, and handed him his weapon.
"Now, who are you?" Damon asked again.
"I'm a teacher," I smiled, and looked over to Damon.
"We're not gonna have to this the hard way, are we?"
"...and a historian. When I studied Virginia, I discovered some thing about your town."
"So you come running in like Van Helsing?" I joked.
"Come on, tell us the truth," Damon told him.
"My wife was a parapsychologist, she spent her life researching paranormal activity. It was her work that led me here,"
"Where's your wife?" I asked curiously.
"Dead."
Woops.
"A couple vampires killed her."
Double woops.
"Where's the journal?" Damon changed the subject.
"On my desk." I looked over to the wooden desk, it wasn't there.
"No it's not." Alaric followed my gaze, and furrowed his brows.
"It was."
Okay, now we're screwed.
A/N: So, so sorry about the long wait! I've been super busy, and I promise another update will be coming your way by Saturday. Weekend are really me free time, so hopefully I can get two in before Monday. What did you like/didn't like? Please tell me what you want more/less of in your reviews, that's what I want to hear! Thank you so much to all of the favorites, reviews, and followers out there! Please, please, please keep up those reviews! They encourage me to update :)
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