A/N: Hey guys! So I forgot to put an author's note at the end of last chapter, soooooooo I just want to thank all of you who favorite, follow & review! You mean the world to me! Just another reminder that all of Cara's outfits are linked on my profile. I have lots of fun creating them, so it's be great to know you guys like her style! Tell me, please, and be honest! What do y'all want in the future for this story? Your input helps me alot!
I'm gonna be gone for three weeks, so I'm gonna put some smutty smut smut in this chapter before I leave tomorrow :)
So to get on with it, here's Chapter 12!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries, just my OC Cara.
Cara's POV
"Daaammmooonnnnnn, get up! I just got a text from Liz and she wants to talk," I groaned. Ya see, I would get up and rip the blankets off of his naked body, but there's just one problem-
I'm locked in the jail that is Damon's arms. So that plan's shit.
"Can't we sleep in? Just this once?" he whined. I turned in his grasp to face him. His eyes were still closed and he had a little stubble lining his jaw and cheeks.
"I'm sorry, baby. But we have to get dressed and head to Founders Hall to meet her, so I need you to let go of me," I said sweetly. His eyes opened and he smiled, then kissed me lightly on the lips.
"Never. And to be honest, I prefer you naked."
I used my vamp strength and broke out of his grasp, effectively killing his ego.
"Too bad, sugar. Now get your rock-hard ass out of bed and into some clothes or I'm withholding sex."
"I'M UP, I'M UP!" Damon shot out of bed and in vampire speed he got dressed, brushed his teeth, and threw an outfit for me onto our bed.
I just laughed quietly to myself at his reaction and put on the clothes he picked out for me. Not to brag, but my man has some pretty good taste. Nothing fancy, but he did pull my favorite pair of skinny jeans with the faded legs. He also took out a peach ribbed tank with a lace back and a light tan sweater that fell open and over my hips.
As I pulled the tank over my my white, sea-shell shaped bra, he threw my pair of heather grey toms onto the bed, along with my knitted turquoise purse. I just put on a bunch of my random everyday bracelets, and a silver infinity necklace.
"No time for hair and makeup, Liz is waiting! Chop chop!" Damon ushered.
"Damn, one mention about celibacy and you're out the door on time for once! Good to know," I replied. Despite Damon's request, I quickly grabbed my mascara and stuffed it in my purse, and applied a bit as we drove peacefully to the Founders Hall to meet Liz.
We were greeted by Liz and...
John. *shivers in disgust*
We skipped the casualties and jumped straight to the problem.
"There was a disturbance at the hospital blood bank last night. The supply has been compromised," Liz informed us.
"Compromised... You mean, stolen?" I confirmed.
"We almost missed it too, the inventory records were altered. But when the night manager was questioned," Liz looked over to John as she elaborated, "he had no recollection of changing them."
John walked over to us with a drink in hand, "Meaning the vampire that stole the blood used mind control to hide the theft."
Damon rolled his eyes, "I know what you meant."
"We wouldn't have noticed if John didn't alert us to recent disturbances at other hospital blood banks in the county," she defended.
Damon looked over to John with fake appreciation, "How lucky we are to have...John."
Liz continued, "We're stepping up security at the hospital, giving the guards vervain to prevent this from happening again-"
"Sheriff, may I offer a suggestion? Why don't the three of us put our heads together to track down whoever is doing this to us?" John interrupted, glancing towards Damon and I.
"Truthfully, I could use the extra hands. Is that something you two would be willing to do? I don't want to interfere if you're too busy with the wedding plans," Liz finished.
Ugh. Now if I say I'm against this, Liz will know I have a problem with John.
Well, looks like we're gonna be working with a Jackass for the next few days. Damon and I shared a look,
"Oh no, it won't be a problem," I said with a smile.
"We'd do anything to help," Damon finished.
John clapped, "I think we'll make a good team! Don't you, Cara?"
I closed my eyes with an annoyed sigh, and answered as truthfully as I could.
"John, I am willing to do anything to keep our hometown safe... Even if it means sharing company with you."
We smiled at one another, than Damon made an excuse for us to leave. We drove back to the Boarding House, bitching about the time we'll have to spend with John the Jackass. But as soon as we sat down on the couch, the doorbell rang. Damon walked over to get it, as I turned around on the couch to see who it was. I was surprised to see Anna!
"Well I should be grateful... You've learned how to use the bell," Damon drawled as he let her in.
"I'm here on behalf of my mother. Hello Cara," she greeted.
I spoke over the greeting, "Behalf of, or in spite of?" I got up and walked to the dining room to get a glass of red wine, they followed.
"I'm sorry about what the other vampires did to Stefan. Abducting him, torturing him... It's wasn't supposed to go down like that," she said.
'It wasn't supposed to go down like that?' Then how the HELL was it supposed to go down?!
Damon poured himself some bourbon as he spoke, "You're playing house with a half of a tomb of really pissed off vampires. What'd you think was gonna happen!?"
"My thoughts exactly," I commented, clinking glasses with Damon.
"My mom is devastated. They tried to overthrow her," Anna said. I squinted my eyes at her,
"Why isn't she here telling us this?"
Anna scoffed, "She doesn't really do apologies."
"Well that's a coincidence, because we don't really do forgiveness. So just run along, little one." Anna tried to size me up, but I just talked over her, "And if you're gonna continue playing house with your little vampire pets, you might wanna stop robbing the blood bank dry, because they're onto it."
"I haven't been to the local blood bank in over a week..?" she replied, confused.
"Then it must be one of your others," Damon countered.
"The other ones are gone, Damon."
"Well where'd they go?" he questioned.
"They weren't cut out for this town. After what happened to your brother my mom kicked them out and they took off. It's just us and Harper now," she finished.
But wait... If they're not responsible for the stolen blood, then who is?
I cleared my throat, breaking the silence, "I think it's time for you to leave, Anna."
"Okay, whatever. Good luck figuring out the blood issue," she said, walking out the door.
I turned to Damon, and suddenly it hit me.
"STEFAN!"
"Stefan? OH! You're saying that you think Stefan stole the blood?"
*facepalm* "Yes, of course! Look at it, D- He's been off game with all of his little vamp-tricks since he went on the animal diet, and now after going on a total mood roller coaster he's perfectly fine and going back to school? "
"No, hes been drinking human blood again.. and using horrible compelling skills on hospital security guards. I can't believe I didn't see this before, babe!"
I gave him a sympathetic smile just when Stefan walked in the door. We shared a look that said "play it cool..."
"Hi Stef! How was school?" I asked.
He walked right past me, throwing his backpack on a nearby chair, "Fine."
Damon and I followed, "Yeah? Same ol', same ol'?" he said.
"Nothing new? No stories to bring home?" I finished.
Stefan turned around and glared at the two of us.
"You two are making small talk- why," he stated.
"You seem awfully chipper lately," Damon noticed.
"Less doom and gloom, more pep in your step!" I said, skipping over.
I skip. Problem?
"You think it's because I drank human blood again, huh?" Stefan replied.
I shrugged nonchalantly, "Well, I wouldn't wanna brag..."
"But we could definitely take responsibility for this new and improved you," Damon finished.
Stefan chuckled and patted Damon's shoulder, stepping away.
"I don't wanna burst your double-bubble, but I'm clean."
"Yeah, not possible!" I sang.
He turned around and waggled a finger at me, "Not only is it possible- but it is quite true."
Damon sighed.
"Stefan, let's be serious for a second. You've spent the last century and a half being a poster child for Prozac. And now you expect us to believe that this 'new you' has nothing to do with human blood?"
He smiled and walked away, "I'm clean."
I gasped loudly, "Stefanie Antonio Salvatore! You're LYING!"
"1. Never call me that again 2. Believe what you want!"
He left the room, on the phone with Elena. I told Damon I'd follow him and find out what he's up to.
Little did I know, I'd catch him hiding a whole extra freezer of Mystic Falls blood in the basement, across the hall from our stash!
Fucking Stefan!
"Well, well. He's a liar and a thief."
Stefan looked up in surprise.
"So when were you gonna share?" I asked, walking over to the giant cooler of bagged blood.
"Go ahead- help yourself."
"No, I was talking about the fact that you're a closet blood junky!" I exclaimed.
He slid his hands in his pockets innocently, "So what. I'm drinking human blood again. You're the one that shoved it on me, what's your problem? I have this under control."
I scoffed, "Don't turn this around on me, mister. And under control?! You robbed a hospital!"
"So what? You and Damon do it all the time."
"We go out of the county, first of all, and second of all- we don't steal all of the blood! We take maybe 10 bags from a few different hospitals. And we're more responsible with covering our tracks."
"So what's your point?"
What's my point?! ARGHH HE'S SO FRUSTRATING!
Just play it cool...
"Fine. Whatever, mann...drink up. Just remember we're trying to keep a low profile. Why don't you just walk up to Sheriff Forbes, just ask her to tap a vein, huh?"
He stayed silent.
"So what's Elena think of the 'new you?'"
He stared me down, "Nothing's changed I'm still the same person."
"CLEARLY."
"She doesn't need to know anything yet."
Oh, honey. This is obviously a bad relapse.
I sighed, "You've been off the human stuff for years, Stefan. If you're having trouble controlling-"
"I'm not having trouble," he interrupted.
"Who do you think you're talking to?! I know what it's like! That adrenaline feeling, sometimes that switch goes off and you just snap? Sweetie, now is not a good time for me to be worrying about you snapping!" I yelled.
He looked down at me and touched my face, which I shook off.
"I know that it pains you, pains you, to see me like this... But I'm fine. I'm fine," he grabbed a blood bag and shut the cooler, "So please, do me a favor and back off."
Damon's POV
Jackass Gilbert burst through the door.
"Hey, partner!"
"What do you want?" I sighed.
"Neither you nor the Mrs. have returned any of my calls."
I shut the door behind him, "Most people would take that as a hint."
"Where do we start looking for vampires?" he asked with a smile.
I followed him into the parlor, looking behind me wondering...I hope Cara's got some more info on Stefan.
"Why the act, John? I mean, you obviously don't care about catching vampires, you're here talking to me," I replied.
He turned around, showing fake hurt, "I care very much."
I imitated my best Cara-stance and put my hand on my hips and pursed my lips, "What would Isobel say about that? I mean, considering that she is one."
"Isobel and I share a mutual interest."
"Hmm,"
"The original Jonathan Gilbert had an invention that was stolen by a vampire. That vampire was then burned alive in Fell's church, or so Johnathan thought, and the invention was lost forever. But then the vampires weren't killed, were they? They were trapped. And now they're free, thanks to you infamous Salvatore Couple, which means that the invention is retrievable."
I faked my interest in the story. Jesus, this guy can talk. Blah, blah, blah... "Well what is it?"
He dodged my question, "Well the only things that matters is I want it back. And you're going to help me if you want your family's secret safe."
Here we go again, "Oh, why bring us into it, John? I mean, I don't know what you're talking about, much less who has it."
"Oh, come on, Damon. You were around back then, you know who these people are/what they look like. He was friendly with a woman who turned out to be a vampire- her name was Pearl. Does that ring a bell?"
I stared him down.
"I'm not playing anymore. Get out."
"I beg your pardon?"
I led him to the door, "Get out. You know I only entertain this whole 'blackmail scheme' of yours because I thought that you and Isobel could lead me to Katherine, which is supposed to be the wedding gift to my wife. But see, now I know you have no idea where Katherine is because if you did, you would know that Katherine and Pearl were best friends," I spat, "You don't know everything, do you John?"
He walked up to me, next to the door, and scowled.
"I'll tell the entire counsel what you two are," he threatened.
I sized him up, "Go ahead! I kill every last one of them-"
"While I sever your hand, pull your ring off, and kill you too." I turned around to see Cara walking into the room, joining my side. I smirked at her and kissed her, long and heated.
Right in front of John... Ha.
"Now you better be going, so I can get ready for Miss Mystic Falls with my fiance," I shooed John out and slammed the door.
I turned my attention back to Cara with a smile, "Now, where were we?"
I leaned in for another kiss but she shook me off.
Hmph :(
"Oh, stop with the pout," she said.
"Fine, fine. No pouting. But this thing does start in an hour, and we have to be there early so..." I said, trailing off.
Cara rested her hand on her curvy hip and pursed her lips, in that adorable way she does, "So I should start getting ready? Because I'm the one who takes the longest to get ready?"
"No, I'm not saying that! I'm just saying... Well actually, yes. That's exactly what I'm saying."
She scoffed, gave me a stern look, but quickly broke seriousness and laughed.
"Can't argue with that, love. You're totally right, lemme go get ready." Cara quickly went up the stairs, and I couldn't help but smile at how cool she is. I mean, what woman doesn't take offense to the fact they take forever to get dressed? Mine doesn't, that's for sure.
Plus, it's really sexy when she runs up the the stars like that with her hair down, all of those little red curls bouncing over her fine ass.
Damn, what I could do to her...
Cara's POV
"Hmm.. what bag to wear with this dress?" I mumbled to myself.
I'd picked out a A-line royal blue chiffon dress, with lace top and a hidden sweetheart neckline. I have black pumps, and I've already done my makeup with a smokey eye and pinkish-red lipstick.
"Oooh! Silver would be perfect," I grabbed my satin clutch with the embellished flowers, then picked out some diamond studs. I set aside the purse, put the diamond studs in my upper hole, and then some matching flower studs for my first hole. I changed quickly into the dress, slipped on the shoes and went to grab my clutch when I realized I hadn't done my hair!
"Shit."
I ran into my bathroom and did the first this that popped into my head- half updo. I parted the top half of my crazy curls and clipped them into place behind my head, then sprayed a little shine/curl product for final touch.
"Perfect!"
Stepping quickly downstairs I saw Damon on the couch, with his thick and long cock in his hands and a euphoric look on his face. I can't be surprise.. That kiss really left both of us hangin
"Oh my god, Damon.." I chuckled with a smile. He opened his eyes, and shut his mouth closed. I trailed my eyes down to see precum forming on his large swollen head. I licked my lips and walked down the stairs.
He stood up and pulled up his dress pants while trying to reason, "Babe, I swear it was you.. I just saw your ass in those jeans and that kiss and I just fuckin-"
I cut him off, and pushed at his shoulders until his ass fell against the couch, and straddled his hips. His hands grasped tightly against my thighs, and we both hungrily crashed your lips together, moving in sync to one another. I grinded myself against his cock, sending him almost over the edge. We have ten minutes till we need to leave, and I want to make the best out of it ;)
"Mmm," He moaned against my mouth as I controlled my hips against his, "Cara, if you don't stop, I might finish in my pants," Damon huskily mumbled against my lips. I chuckled once again, pulling away from his mouth, and lowered myself off the couch onto my knees before my man.
"What do you want me to do, Damon?" I innocently portrayed, and he groaned, "Un-unbutton my pants," He instructed. Damon was about to burst,
I eased toward his button, and flicked it open, rimming the waistband of his slacks with my fingertips, and pulled them back down. Damon let out a sigh, closing his eyes slightly once his cock was released, but they sprang back open once he felt my soft, small hands wrap around his hard manhood.
"Fuck," He breathed quickly, holding his breath as my pace quickened,
"What next, love?" I asked, looking up at his darkened blue eyes, and he exhaled,
"How about you wrap those pretty red lips around my dick, and show me what you can do, baby girl?" He said, licking his lips,
"Baby girl? I'll show you who's a baby," I smirked, then wrapped my lips around the tip of his dick.
I lapped my tongue against the slit, and around the head before lowering his length half way into your mouth, earning a full grasp of my red hair into his large hands.
Sucking, and pumping at his stiff cock, I peered up at him, as he tilted his head against the back cushion of the couch, vocally announcing the pleasure I'm are giving him.
"Jesus Christ, Cara. I don't know how long I can last," Damon said. I nodded, quickening my pace and sucking a bit more, my fingers stroking tenderly against his balls.
"Fuck," He shouted, standing up quickly, holding onto the back of my head, and I took his entire throbbing length in my mouth.
"I'm cumming, fuck." He yelled, and I felt his warm, thick seed slide down my throat. I smiled up at him, and licked the remains of his cum off my red lipstick.
"Shit, babe," Damon smirked, his breathing still irregular from his climax. He pulled up his Calvin Klein boxers and his dress pants, zipping the fly and doing the button as I pulled my lipstick out of my clutch and reapplied.
"Now, tell me- Am I a baby girl?" I asked with a smirk.
"Fuck no," he crashed his lips into mine and kissed me long and hard. When we finally separated, there was red lipstick all over his mouth.
I giggled, and wiped it with a tissue from the coffee table, "I'm guessing you like this color?"
"I love this color. And I love you," he replied.
"Mmmm, I love you too, baby. We should probably go now though, huh?" I asked.
"Okay. How about we walk?" Damon replied.
"Sure."
...
Well, that was an entertaining journey- Damon did was talk dirty.
Like, dirty dirty.
And I'm not gonna lie, I was definitely turned on...
But all that fun was ruined once we got to the party and had to be social. We held glasses of champagne, making polite small talk with all of the other (boring) couples of Mystic Falls. We saw Anna walk through the doorway, and I decided the best thing to do was to confront her before anything started.
"Are you in the running for Miss Mystic Falls?" I asked politely.
"Sometimes you have to wear uncomfortable heels to blend in," she replied.
"Beauty is pain."
She continued,"I remember this event from 1864.. I was supposed to enter, before everything happened."
Damon sighed disappointedly, "Nostalgia's a bitch."
"If you two are just gonna mock me, would move along already? Please?"
"John Gilbert thinks your mom stole and artifact from John...Sr...Sr. Back in 1864," he stated.
She scoffed, "What are you, his errand boy?"
"No, I just know that we don't want him to have it," I said.
"I could just ask her... But, you've made it pretty clear that you don't trust us. So why should I even bother?"
I stepped closer, "Because you wanna stay in Mystic Falls and Jonathan Gilbert's in town, making it impossible."
"Find out where it is. If he leaves... Than you can buy a welcome mat," I smiled, and we walked away.
"I need to go talk to Elena...about Stefan," I said. Damon nodded, understanding my intentions and kissed my cheek and I walked away. I went back into the Lockwood Mansion, and up the stairs to where all of the girls up for running are getting ready. I heard Elena's voice, then I saw a girl leave a room quickly, like she was gonna be sick or something.
Figures.
I burst through the door, and Elena was standing before a mirror, holding up her dress.
"Cara! You can't be back here," she shouted. She held up her dress again and stated, "Especially right when I have to change."
I rolled my eyes, "I've seen a teenage girl naked before, dummy. Go ahead and change, we need to talk."
She sighed and started undressing.
"Normally I would have completely different outlook at what I'm about to tell you, but since it can really inconvenience me, and Damon, I'll squeal."
"What're you talking about?" she asked, bending over to step into her dress.
"Stefan's still drinking human blood."
Elena stood up and faced me, dress hanging at her knees, "What?"
I sighed, "Yeah. A month ago I would've rejoiced and entered him into one of my homemade bootcamps on How to Keep it Safe. But with the council in vampire mode, it's too risky if he falls off the wagon. I mean, it took me thirteen years to get the handle of things, and we don't have that kind of timeframe."
She shook her head in disbelief, "I know he's been a little edgy, but he said that was normal!"
"We found a fridge full of stolen blood bank contraband in the house."
Elena took a seat on the couch, "Oh my god."
"He has no idea what normal is. His entire existence isn't normal! Normal to a vampire is drinking human blood- but he's been spending all of his time fighting it, instead of learning how to control it. And now it's controlling him instead," I sighed.
Poor Steffy. If only he'd let me teach him back when he was a baby vamp..
"I-I can't believe, I mean- It's Stefan we're talking about!"
I scoffed, "Stefan on human blood, Elena. He'll do anything, he'll say anything. Because he's not gonna want to stop."
I ushered Elena to stand, and helped her into her dress.
"Trust me. I've been through this," I comforted her, but then she started freaking out.
"This is all my fault! I'm the one who started feeding him the blood in the first place. He was hurt and we couldn't get back to the car and-"
She stopped, interrupted, and Stefan walked in the door.
"Uhm, what's going on in here?"
I turned to look at Stefan, "I was just filling Elena in on your.. extracurricular activities."
He squinted his eyes, "What do you mean?"
I turned to Elena for some help..
"I know about the blood, Stefan."
Blunt, much? Awkward..
"I-I'm gonna go back downstairs. Your brother is waiting," I smiled and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me.
I shuffled down the stairs as fast as I could. I mean, damn! Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo awkward!
"How'd it go?" Damon asked, taking my hand.
"Bad. Like, really bad. Stefan's up there, and he knows that she knows."
"Awkward."
I slapped his arm in excitement, "That's what I said! I mean, thought. So, I just need some peace and quiet and normalness right now."
"Sweetie, you're never gonna get that. This is Mystic Falls we're talking about here," he said, wrapping his arm around my lower waist.
XxxXxxXXx(15 minutes of socializing later)xXXxxXxxX
"D, they're starting to line up! Do you know where Stefan is?"
"No clue. What's Elena gonna do? She's up next," he replied, brows raised.
I spotted Jeremy in the crowd, standing idly by.
"Jeremy! I taught him the dance one time out of boredom... He can do it!" I quickly walked over to Jeremy, and started dragging him by the arm toward the rest of the escorts, telling him what to do.
"Uhm, okay. But you owe me one," he said.
"Whatever, Jere. Now go help your sister!" I pushed him in line, just as Elena was called down the stairs. She looked confused to see Jeremy there instead of Stefan, but we shared a look and then she mouthed 'thank you.'
We followed all of the contestants out to watch them dance, smiling. I always wanted to be in Miss Mystic Falls..
I know, super cheesy. But it's teen exclusive... And I was turned when I was 20.
I was so engrossed in all of the events, that I didn't even notice that Liz had come over and talked with Damon. I snapped out of it, and Damon was about to fill me in, just when Elena came and asked my question.
"So, did you find him? Do you know where he is?"
Damon looked at both me and Elena as he spoke, "There were signs of struggle in the upstairs bathroom, there was blood, and that Amber girl's missing."
"Oh my god... He-he wouldn't hurt her, he won't!" she said, stumbling over her words a bit. I bit my lip in concern and anticipation.
Damon directed his concern at me this time, "Let's just find him, okay? Elena, go get your coat."
We walked out into the brisk air, and saw a blonde girl with blood down the side of her neck running towards us from the edge of the woods.
I ran ahead of Damon to help the girl, and saw Stefan chasing after her.
"Stefan! Come on, get control... Think of anything else but ripping her up. Come of, Stef. Get control," I stepped towards him into the woods, but he suddenly threw me into a nearby tree to get closer to who I was expecting to be Amber. I got up quickly, ready to attack
"Stefan! Stop it!" Elena yelled. All of the sudden, he's grabbing his head and falling over in pain. We all looked behind Elena to see Bonnie Bennett- with to the rescue. She stopped the aneurysms, and Stefan looked...
Disgusted with himself.
"Stefan, it's okay," Damon cooed. He bolted.
XXxXxXXxxXXxXXXxx
Liz stepped away from Amber, who was sat on the gurney, wrapped in a blanked and being looked at by an EMT.
"She's lucky the girls got here when they did, she'd lost a lot of blood," Damon started.
"They were smart to call us," I finished.
Liz nodded and looked over to Elena and Bonnie, "And you didn't see anything?"
The two shared a look then Elena answered, "No, no. We just... found her. Then Bonnie said we should call Cara, since she used to be a student in medical school."
Elena looked over to me, and I gave her a confirming nod-
Good save, Elena.
"Is she gonna be okay?" Bonnie asked.
"Yeah. Why don't you girls get back to the party- Damon, Cara and I can take it from here," Liz replied.
"Okay," Elena said, then they walked back towards the house.
Liz turned to Damon and I, "They didn't see the bite mark..?"
"No, there was too much blood, and it's dark. They missed it," I replied.
Liz nodded, and told us to go home and get some sleep.
Damon and I started to walk back, and we had to go through some weird brick alley.
Why? I do not know.
But of course, like it happens in all weird dark alleys, we run into trouble- Anna and Pearl.
"Alright, This isn't creepy at all," Damon started.
"We're here to talk," Anna replied.
"I'm not in the mood. Today's been a no-good, very bad day," I said.
Damon smiled, "I mean, since we left the house.."
I hushed him as Pearl spoke, "Annabelle tells me you're looking for something I took from Jonathan Gilbert."
"Listening," I said as we walked closer to Pearl. She handed Damon a small bag,
"What is it?"
He opened it, revealing a small, circular watch-like device as Pearl elaborated,
"Jonathan was passionate about his inventions, he confided in me that he'd created a detection device meant to track down the town's vampire element."
I took the device from damon and examined it a little more carefully, "It looks like a pocket watch."
"That's what it turned out to be, yes, but that's not what I stole. I discovered my mistake when I saw the watch on Jonathan's hand, the night they took us- it's dial was pointed at me."
"So what is this?" Damon asked.
"I have no idea, but it's yours," she replied.
I scoffed, "What's the catch?"
"There's no catch- my daughter wants to stay here... I want to stay here. But you two refuse to trust us, and for good reason. Ccnsider this an apology."
We left without another word and walked to the house.
"I don't know what to do about Stefan, Cara," Damon started.
I leaned into Damon and he rested his head on my chin as we walked at 40 miles per hour.
(Vampire style)
"Me neither. The only thing I could think of is to starve him until he can get himself back in control," I sighed.
Damon's head snapped up, and he stopped me:
"Call Elena, there's a vervain dart in my desk. She can vervain him and we'll lock Stefan in the cellar! Starve him!"
"OH MY GOSH DAMON, THIS COULD WORK!" I laughed in excitement, and called Elena.
I told her our plan, and she was a bit shakey with it at first, but then she agreed it was the best thing to do for Stefan.
We ran as fast as we could and got home in a matter of minutes.
Damon and I slowly walked upstairs to Stefan's room, where we found a shaken up Elena and a coma-induced Stefan, lying on the floor.
I looked to Elena and asked, "You sure you want to do this?"
"Yeah."
Damon took of his jacket and tie, shook his arms a bit, and said,
"Okay, Cara, you get the feet."
I grabbed ahold of Stefan's shoes, and Damon lifted his muscular torso by his underarms. We carried him slowly down stairs, Elena quick in follow. We placed Stefan leant against the wall, and closed the door behind him.
"Now what do we do?" asked Elena.
I sighed, hugged Damon, and mumbled
"We wait."
A/N: So there ya have it! Like I said, I'll be gone for three weeks, so the story will be on HIATUS for no
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Until August 20th,
xoxo
P.S.
Earlier this week, I was at the grocery store with my friend from out of town. We rented a movie, and they needed my signature.
Well, I signed the receipt, walked away, but my friend grabbed my arm and showed me the receipt:
"You signed it Cara Ann Salvatore, ya dummy!"
Laugh all you want, I find this amazing. Kbye.