A/N: Hey guys! I'm so sorry I haven't gotten this out sooner, I've been super busy since I got back from my vacation. I hope you're not too pissed! Took a few creative writing classes, and got loads of inspiration, so I hope you enjoy this chapter- I've worked hard on it :) It's extra long and has a sweet love scene at the end 3 Anyways, back to the drama in Mystic Falls!
***Quick reminder, everything I write is not the same as the original show. I've tweaked some things to better fit my backstory, so don't be surprised when things don't go the same. And in Stefan's little flashbacks during his break from feeding, isn't all in Stefan's point of view. I didn't know any other way to write it, so just let that detail slip, will ya? Also a link to Cara's outfit is in my profile. (as always) Thanks guys :)***
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Stefan's Memories*****Salvatore Boarding house, Night of Turning; 1864
Damon's POV
"Please, be careful. The whole town is out for vampires- I don't want you to get caught hunting," I warned Cara. She was buttoning up her dress and leaving to go hunt.. I prefer she feed on me, but she insists she give me time to heal.
"I will, Damon, I promise. I'll be back within 30 minutes," she paused to kiss me goodbye, "try to separate Stefan and Miss Katherine as much as possible, will you? I seriously despise of her. I hope your father catches the whore after what she made Stefan do..." Cara, frustrated and infuriated, sat back down on my bed and I rubbed her back soothingly.
"She didn't make him, Cara. You have to get this through your head! Stefan is just as evil as she. As of the wedding he's dead to me," I growled.
I tucked her head under my chin, beginning to feel her small sobs against my chest. She thinks it's her fault... No, no! Cara can't blame herself for this... For my broken relationship with Stefan! This is between him and I.
"My baby brother, my own baby brother, destroyed our wedding. The bondage of our love. And he gets enough spotlight as it is- Father's favorite. But the one day that was supposed to be mine, about my love and future, he lets his childish jealousy get in the way of my happiness. His puppy love for you is what that was all about, that's what makes me upset. Not the fact that the physical part of our wedding was violated, or the dress or anything like that. Just the way he thought of you...romantically... is not okay. Don't think it's your fault, love- it's his. It's all Stefan."
Cara looked up at me with her big beautiful eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheek. I quickly wiped it away with my thumb, stroking her face.
"I don't know what to say, Damon. I just... Thank you."
I smiled at her, a small smile, and grazed my lips against hers.
"Thank you. Now go feed yourself, before dark," I told her and she moved herself from our embrace and wiped the rest of the wetness from her delicate face.
"Goodbye, love." She whisked out of window into the night. I sighed and lay back down on the bed, thinking how wonderful our future will be together. Although she didn't get to turn me the night of our 'wedding,' I knew I wouldn't have to wait much longer. This went on for what seemed like hours, when I decided I could spend some of my time reading. I relaxed, laying contently on my back just beginning to start when Katherine slipped through my door.
"Good evening, Damon," she spoke.
I closed my book and slammed it onto the nightstand in fury, "What makes you think you're welcome to speak to me?"
She walked over and sat herself on the edge of my bed, as I stood up and paced around her.
"Am I not? I thought after your breakup with Miss Cara you would be delighted to see me in your bed chambers," she smirked.
"Breakup? Is that what you think you've done? Oh, how sad," I leaned in a bit closer, "because we're stronger than ever."
She narrowed her eyes, "She's turning you, isn't she?"
I smiled, "It's already done. By tomorrow night, we'll be in Peru making lo-"
Before I knew it, she'd grabbed me and shoved her bloody wrist to my mouth. I tried to spit out the blood, but by the time she'd let me go I had swallowed multiple mouthfuls.
"You little slut! What've you done?!" I yelled. She stood there with a smile on her devilish face. Fangs peeking through her lips with her own blood on her teeth.
"What's going on in he- VAMPIRE!" My father yelled through the doorway, and before she could escape there were several councilmen poisoning her with vervain and dragging her out of the room. They were placing a muzzle over her mouth when Stefan saw. He ran back to his room and slammed the door shut, too angry to comprehend. I approached my Father and thanked him,
"How did you have those men ready to take her?" I asked.
"The Council just went into town to hunt the demons. I came home to warn you to stay indoors when I heard your scream," he replied.
But if they're out hunting... Cara's in danger! I have to get out there to protect her..
"Oh, alright. I better go and help you catch the vampires. I'll leave now," I tried to get past him to get downstairs but he blocked me in.
"No, Damon. You need to stay inside, it's dangerous out there," he warned.
"This is my way of giving back. Please, Father, let me go." I pushed him beside me and ran downstairs and out the door, heading through town and to the woods where I knew I'd find my beloved.
Cara's POV
I walked as calm as possible out of the woods, heading to the Boarding House for safety. People were running and screaming to their homes, scared they'd be eaten by a demon. As I got through most of the trees I saw the first road where there was a parked carriage and guards, and Damon running towards me.
"Cara! Thank God you are safe. Come on we have to get you home and out of sight," he said, hugging me tightly.
I smelled someone on him... Someone who's not me.
"Who were you with? Another vampire?" I asked, anger building inside me.
"It's not what you're thinking. Katherine force fed me her blood while you were gone, just before my father came and carried her out to her death," he smiled at the last part.
"That slut! How.. How did Stefan react?" I asked, slightly concerned.
"He ran to his room and didn't come out. I don't know what he could be doing in there but at least-" He stopped when I heard behind him Stefan screaming at a volunteer.
"There! There's another one!" The men guarding the carriage, (I now realize there are vampires in the cart- most likely including Katherine) run away from their positions, and Stefan breaks into the carriage. Stefan must've gone through his window! Now he's trying to save Katherine.
Damon runs over to Stefan, trying to drag him away but only helps him free Katherine in the process. It takes everything in me not to run over and pull them both out of the road, but I have to stay hidden.. Damon continues to persuade his brother out of the road, but Stefan is reluctant and continues to try and untie Katherine's hands. I hear running nearby and I am yelling out to them, "Go! Run!" but they are too slow.
Damon's hit in the chest and falls to the ground.
Stefan is shot in the back and is still right next to him.
They both have Katherine's blood in their systems.
I am numb.
Cara's POV
Elena looked through the small grated window with sadness and despair.
"It's so hard to see him locked up like this," she sighed.
Damon rolled his eyes, "You're the one who locked him up."
"You helped!"
I leant against the stone wall next to Damon and sighed, "We couldn't have him running around and chewing on people while the town's looking for vampires, now, could we?"
"It had nothing to do with you caring about him?" she replied.
Damon groaned, "Your thing, not mine." He placed his hand on the small of my back and led me upstairs.
I went into the kitchen to get a snack, Damon still in the other room. I walk up to the fridge and right as I'm about to open it, I see my reflection in the chrome door.
"Damon," I called.
"Yeah?" he answered, coming into the kitchen.
"Why would you let me walk around like this?" I gestured to myself.
He gave me the up-down look and then shrugged, "Like what?"
I pulled my loose white t shirt away from my chest, and I could look through it right to the floor.
"My t shirt is totally see-through!"
He chuckled to himself and stepped forward, "Well you expect me to tell you to change when you're wearing that sexy-ass bra underneath it?"
I guess he's right- I am wearing my favorite bra. It's a pinkish-cream with black lace over it... It's pretty hot.
"Whatever. I'm gonna go change," I kissed his cheek and walked upstairs to our room. I pulled off the white T shirt and leggings, but kept the sexy underwear. I slipped on a pair of black-pink-and baby blue floral printed jeans. I put on a white camisole and a matching pink sweater with 3/4 length sleeves, a wide neck, and falls low until it hugs my butt.I added a long gold necklace with a black heart pendant and a little gold 'C' in the middle, that Damon got me a couple years ago for Chrismukkah (we aren't very religious so we came up with our own holiday.)
I came back downstairs and slipped on my brown Uggs that come to the ankle and have a little button on the side. I went from the bottom of the stairs into the parlor and sat myself on the couch in front of the burning fireplace. Damon came in from the kitchen with a bowl of green grapes and handed them to me.
"Here's your snack."
I popped one in my mouth and smiled, "Thanks boo." He walked over to the desk and started to fiddle with the little pocket watch Pearl gave us. Elena came in with a duffel bag and started to pack her dirty clothes that were around the house.
"Did you ever figure out what that is?" she asked Damon.
"Nope. Whatever it is, it doesn't work," he answered. I got off the couch so Elena could get the rest of her stuff, and walked over to Damon as I continued to enjoy my fruit.
"Pearl didn't say anything else about it?" Elena asked.
"Thought she was stealing his vampire compass, but it turned out to be just his pocket watch," I replied.
"That Jonathan Gilbert was a craaaazy scientist," Damon commented.
I stroked his arm lovingly, "I really like this sweater," I said. It's navy blue and it has a really pretty knit that hugs all of his muscles ;)
"You bought it for me," he replied with a smile.
"Oh yeah," I giggled, and in response Damon opened his mouth. I fed him a grape and he sucked my finger as I withdrew it from his mouth.
Elena coughed, bringing us back to reality.
..Whoops
"So have you spoken to your uncle lately?" I asked.
"I've... been avoiding him, actually. That and I've been here most nights," she replied.
Damon turned around to look at her, "Are you staying again tonight?"
"Probably. Why? Is it a problem?"
"Yes. You're a complete nuisance," I answered, then pegged her with a grape. She just brushed it off nonchalantly.
"You also might want to buy some earplugs. It's been three days, Elena. Get the message?" Damon chimed.
Elena rolled her eyes, "Don't have to spell it out for me. Bye."
And then there were two.
"Probably should bring Stefan some food, shouldn't I?" Damon asked.
I slumped against his shoulder and said, "There's some extra animal blood in his mini fridge."
He then slapped my ass, sped to Stefan's room and back with a bottle of blood, and ushered me downstairs; "Then let's get this over with."
I set down the bowl and walked in front of Damon, my hand in the back right pocket of my jeans.
Damn, he hit hard.
"STEFAAAANNNNN!" I called. Damon walked over to the little jail-like window in the door and set down the blood.
"We brought you some grub- 100% Stefan Diet Approved," Damon said mockingly.
Stefan sat in silence on the floor of the cell.
I said, "You know what happens when you don't eat- You get all rotten and crusty," while making a disturbed face.
"Not hungry," he groaned.
"Psh. Of course you are, we're eternally hungry. Take it," Damon shoved the bottle further into the cell. Stefan stayed seated on the floor.
Damon started, "The human blood should be out of your system by now- you wanna explain why you're still down here feeling sorry for yourself? C'mon, drink up."
I pushed the bottle on the floor, and he still didn't budge.
"Whatever. Starve. What do I care," I walked back up the stairs Damon right behind me. As soon and we got upstairs, I grabbed the grapes and continued eating, and Damon's phone rang. He answered and I listened in, mini green grapes acting as popcorn in the situation.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Alaric Saltzman."
"Before I hang up, how'd you get this number?"
"Eh, it's in the street. Listen I've, uh, been doing some digging on Elena's uncle, you interested?"
Damon and I shared a look, and Damon asked, "What kind of digging?"
"Well I have an old friend from Duke who studied criminology when we were there together. Let's just say he's become a very proficient digger."
"Did he find anything?"
"Well I had him run a track on John's cell records. He got a call from a number, the same number Elena dialed to get Isobel, and then the number was disconnected."
I rolled my eyes and in response Damon stated, "Isobel knows John. Whatever, we already knew that."
"Right, well after that he started getting calls from a new number and I had my friend run a track. I got the address, it's.. It's an apartment in Grove Hill."
"Isobel's in Grove Hill?"
"I don't know. I thought you, Cara and I could take it look, see what we find."
"Perfect, give me the address."
"So you and Cara can go without me? No, no. I don't think so."
"I'm not going with you, you tried to kill me."
"Well you did kill me!"
BEEP BEEP
"Alaric hold on," Damon switched the call to the other line,
"What?"
"I'm just grabbing some clean clothes then I'll be over. How's Stefan?" It was Elena.
"Extra broody. Hold on," he transferred back.
"You drive. Pick us up in..." he looked to me for reference, I put up a finger, "...one hour."
"Done." Alaric hung up, Damon went back to Elena,
"He won't eat anything," he drawled, sitting on the chair. I sat on his lap and set the now empty bowl on the coffee table.
"He has to eat! What's his favorite.. kind of... uhm,"
"His favorite kind of what?"
"Type of animal blood that he prefers?"
I stuck out my tongue and did a little gagging gesture while Damon said, "Eww gross!"
She scoffed, "Your joking doesn't help."
"Helps me. Hurry up, I can't babysit all night. Cara and I have grown up things to do."
"I would say drop dread, but.."
"Ha-ha. Elena made a funny. Stefan likes... puppy blood. Little Golden Retriever puppies, with the fluffy ears? THAT'S his favorite."
She hung up. I laughed and high fived Damon for creativity.
Stefan's Memories*****Mystic Falls Quarry, 1864: Day of Turning
Stefan's POV
I sit quietly by the water. After last night's events, I've learned so much. Katherine planned on turning Damon against his will- she'd stolen the daylight ring Cara made Damon, and locked it away to gift to him herself. I thought it was I she loved... Could she'd have feelings for him too? I don't even know anymore. Katherine told me she'd help me break them up so I could be with Cara, but she never mentioned being with Damon herself...
Either way, our plan was a failure. I look over to see Damon finally waking from his temporary death. Cara has been sat there next to him all night, quietly weeping. I tried to comfort her earlier, but she just shooed me away and told me it would just be her and Damon now. Just Cara and Damon... Like it would've been me and Katherine.
Damon woke with a start, feeling his chest and being stunned by the fact that his wound was completely healed. He noticed his new ring, but his attention quickly turned to his weeping woman.
My new extraordinary hearing could pick up their conversation with Emily Bennett, who I've learned to be a witch.
Emily walked over to the two of them, "Katherine gave that to me for safekeeping for you weeks ago."
Cara: "K-Katherine? I made that ring.. she must've stolen it."
Damon: "Where am I? Cara, why are you crying?"
Emily: "You're at the quarry, right outside of town."
Cara: "I brought you here last night. After... after.."
Emily: "After you were shot dead in the woods."
Damon: "Where's Stefan?"
Cara: "Over by the water," she pointed to me.
Damon stopped suddenly, realizing what he was becoming.
Damon: "Am I...?"
Emily: "No, you're in transition."
Damon: "But how? I haven't had any of Cara's blood for weeks.."
Cara: "Katherine force fed you her blood last night, Damon. Remember?"
Damon's body went still, into shock.
Damon: "That.. That means that she's-"
Cara: "She's your sire. Katherine is your sire, Damon... Not- not me."
I looked over to see Damon hugging Cara tightly, and they both started to cry.
I feel terrible.
The two seperated, and Damon gave Emily a questioning look,
"And... How did Stefan...?"
Emily: "Stefan's been drinking from her voluntarily."
Cara and Damon both got up from their seats on the porch, and I turned away. Soon enough I could feel their presence beside me. I began to speak,
"I woke up last night, I didn't know where I was. I went to the church, and I watched them drag her inside. Then they set fire to it. The whole church went up into flames. That's... that's all I remember."
Damon patted my shoulder, and sat down beside me. Cara went away to clean herself up a bit, and we washed our shirts in the quarry.
"I bet Jonathan Gilbert's told father by now," Damon stated.
I looked over to him, "I wonder how he took our deaths."
"As if he cares," he spat. He flinched away from the glare in his eye, "The sun's hurting my eyes."
"That's part of it. The weakness to sun, the body aches... Emily says it's our bodies pushing us to feed."
Damon looked over to me with a sad look on his face, "I don't think that's going to happen for me."
"What?"
He sighed, "I did this to be connected with my loved one... Now I don't know if I can be as close to her. Katherine turned me, and now she's dead? Does that mean a part of me died with her?" he shook his head with confusion, "I don't even know. But Cara helped me decide that I wouldn't go through with the transition... It's too heartbreaking."
"Is that you're final choice?" I asked, "Leave Cara alone to suffer through your loss?!"
"She promised me she'd go along with me... It's set, Stefan." Damon got up and walked back over to the small cottage where Cara and Emily spoke over tea.
I sat here beside the water, thinking of my future once again.
Cara's POV
Damon and I just sat through Elena's experience with Stefan down in the cellar. He said that he wasn't going to eat, and that he wanted to die instead of living with all of his guilt. We were in the living room again, and Damon and I were sat on one end of the couch and Elena on the other. I was on Damon's lap and he had his feet stretched out onto the coffee table.
I replied, "He's just being dramatic. He's not going to starve himself, he just feels bad about hurting that girl, Amber."
"Then why would he say that?"
"It's just typical 'Stefan Martyr' stuff. It will pass," I assured her.
"Will it? He seemed to be in a lot of pain," she argue.
Damon rolled his eyes, "That will pass, too. Once he eats."
"I didn't mean physical pain,"
Damon gave her a serious look, "I know what you mean."
I interrupted while getting off of Damon, "Hey, you gonna be okay here? Damon and I have to go run an errand with the teacher."
"The teacher? Alaric? Are you two friends with him now?" she asked.
I just scoffed and walked out of the room as Damon followed me, pulling on his leather jacket. On my way out I grabbed my own leather jacket and pulled it on.
Alaric was waiting outside, and we got in (Damon rode shotgun while I sat in the middle of the backseat) then drove the hour to Grove Hill until we pulled up to a small house.
"This is the one, here. It could show it was paid three months in advance," Ric said.
I sighed, "This is where it gets tricky. We may or may not be able to come in."
Alaric knocked on the door then turned to reply to me, "How does that work? Do you always have to be invited in?"
"By the owner or person of entitlement. Short-term rentals and hotels are a bit of a grey area..."
"You have to just play it by ear," Damon finished. He then walked up to the door and fidgeted with the handle.
"Could we not kill anyone tonight?' Ric asked. Damon turned to face him,
"You just brought us along for company?" Damon opened the door and stepped aside to let Ric in first.
"It doesn't look like anyone's home.." he mumbled.
I stood at the edge on the house's threshold and tipped the toe of my Ugg boot inside.
"Yep, we're good." Damon shut the door behind him,
"No permanent resident apparently..." he stated. I walked around the house, came to the kitchen and checked the fridge. Damon peered over my shoulder, seeing the multiple blood bags in stock.
"Uh, Ric- We've got company."
An unknown vampire suddenly went at Ric in the living room, but he defended himself with what looked like wooden stake-knuckles. I walked over to the vampire crumpled on the floor as he tried to get up and attack again. I pushed him back to the ground.
"Boys, boys! That's enough," The guy lifted his face from the ground, and I recognized him from 1864. "Hey, I know you!"
"C-Cara?"
"You're name's Henry. You were in the tomb," Damon stated, coming to stand beside me.
Henry stood up, "Yes, Sir. Why don't I get us a drink and we can catch up?" he offered, shaking my fiance's hand.
The three of us shared a look, then went along with this guy's friendliness. He led us to the kitchen where he poured Damon and I each a glass of blood.
"So how do you know John Gilbert?" Henry asked.
Damon scoffed, "Oh, we've known him for years. He's a good friend.. How do you know him?"
"I met him right after I got out of the tomb. He's been helping me out."
"Helping you out how?" asked Ric.
"Adapting. It's a whole new world! Cars, computers, ... There's so much to learn! He helped me get this place,'' Henry answered.
Ric asked, "So do you live here alone? Or is, uh, someone else here?"
Henry looked over at Damon and I, who were seated at the kitchen table, with a questioning look on his face.
I said, "Oh, that's our friend's uh, passive-aggressive way of asking, uh, do you know a woman named Isobel?"
"Uh, no I don't know an Isobel. I know John, he's my only real friend. He really showed me the ropes- how to use a microwave, separate my whites..." he trailed off.
"What do you do for him?" Alaric asked.
"I help keep an eye on things. You know, with the others."
"The others?" Damon asked.
"From the tomb. They're still pissed at the founding families for trying to burn them alive. And I'm cool, but those tomb vamps... They want revenge."
I asked the obvious question, "What does John want with them?"
"He's just keeping an eye on it, ya know? Trying to make sure they stay out of trouble," Henry answered cooley.
Damon chuckled, "Well that's John! Such a doo-gooder!" I snorted at the sarcasm.
The only good thing John Gilbert is able to do would be leaving us the hell alone!
Henry's phone rang, "Oh! That's John now," he pulled out his phone but I stopped him.
"Hey, why don't you let me talk to him?" I smiled.
"Oh, sure Cara. Here," he handed me the still-ringing phone. I just held it as my smile dropped.
"Hey, uh, aren't you going to answer that?"
"I don't know," I looked to Ric for the ready, "am I?"
Henry went at me, but I pushed him back to Alaric who had a stake in hand, shoving it straight through Henry's heart. Ric let him onto the ground, and I stepped back into Damon who slid his hand into my right back pocket.
"Let's not kill anyone tonight," he mocked. "Your words, not mine. Just saying."
We continued looking around the house for another 15 minutes or so, till I asked Ric if he'd found anything yet.
"No, I've looked everywhere. Place is... The place is clean."
Damon tossed Ric a beer, "Well I found this at the back of the fridge."
He opened it and took a sip, "Aw man, this is a real dead end."
"I wouldn't beat myself up over it, man," Damon replied, dragging me onto his lap while he was sat on a nearby chair.
"What'd you think you were going to find? Isobel with a cigar in slippers?" I asked Ric.
He laughed, "Oh, man. I- I gotta stop this 'looking.' I can't keep searching for her!"
"Really? After only two years? That's really... Moderately healthy," I mocked.
"What're you guys goin' on? A hundred forty-six?"
Damon let out a long exhale, "Figured the 200 mark is a good stopping point."
We all laughed, till Alaric broke the silence.
"I mean no answer's enough. I keep thinking I wanna know why, when. You know the precise moment when my wife decided life with me wasn't enough."
I sighed, "She charmed me, your wife Isobel. She talked good game, she was smart, she had this excitement in her eyes.. I wish I would've know there was something different about her, tied to Katherine. That must've been the reason why I didn't kill her myself-"
"That's it," Ric interrupted, "I've heard enough, Cara, I don't wanna hear any more. I just don't wanna waste any more of my life searching for answers that I really don't want. I'm through with Isobel, I- I'm done. With all of this." Ric got up and left.
XXxAn Hour of Silent/Awkard Car Ride LaterXxx
"Yuck, you're still here?" I asked, sitting myself down on the couch in the parlour next to Elena. Damon came in and sat on my right, and I leaned into him. (more like away from Elena)
"Were you expecting anything else?"
"Nope, not really," Damon replied.
Elena sighed and put down her journal, "So, how was the 'errand'?"
"Feudal. Although I did think we witnessed the teacher having an existential crisis," I replied.
"Did Stefan eat yet?" Damon asked.
"I thought you didn't care?"
"Morbid curiosity," he grunted while pulling me closer, and onto his lap. Him and laps lately...
Well, Someone wants to get laid tonight!
"I think he's getting there. But he's got a lot of guilt that he has to deal with, and it doesn't help that you've spent the last 145 years hung up on him vandalizing your wedding," she spat at us.
My good thoughts wiped away at this and I scoffed, "This is our fault now?
"No, it's no one's fault, Cara. I'm just saying neither of you are exactly innocent. You've made it your life's mission to make him miserable!"
I stormed out of the room, not before giving her the stink eye. I went and sat on the dining table, listening to what Damon had to say to Elena.
"Let me ask you a question, in all this important 'soul searching' and 'cleansing of the demons' of Stefan's past, did you ever manage to get the rest of the story?"
"He said there was more,"
"Yeah. That's an understatement."
Damon walked into the dining room, and I got up and hugged him. That little bitch doesn't even know.
"Damon," Elena called, following him into the dining room. She tugged us apart and looked him in the eye.
"Tell me."
Cottage at the Quarry, Mystic Falls; Final Hour of Transition
Damon's POV
"Shh, shh. It's okay, baby. It's all going to be over soon," Cara soothed me as she held my pounding head against her ample chest. I could feel a tear slide down her face onto my head.
"Don't cry," I said, sitting up, "Please, Cara Ann, just don't cry," it was my turn to comfort her now. It is our last hour together... alive.
I feel a presence, and I turn around to see Stefan with a strange girl.
"What are you doing? Who is that?"
"I brought her for you. She is a gift," he said, gesturing to the girl. He looked into her eyes, and told her to sit. She did as she was told.
"What have you done, Stefan?" Cara asked.
Stefan tried to look innocent, "I've seen Father. He came at me. I din't know my own strength. There was blood, everywhere. He was dying and blood was too strong- I needed it. I had to have it,"
"You fed?" I asked, disgusted.
"Yes, and it's incredible! My body is exploding with power, Damon! I can hear things from far away, I can see things in the darkness.."
I just groaned "No, no, no.." as he went on and on about the superpowers of a vampire.
"The guilt, the pain! I can turn it off like a switch, Damon! Katherine was right- It's like a whole other world out there!"
I got up and took Cara's hand, "No, no. Katherine died. A part of me has died, and I can't live with myself knowing that part of me is gone.." I said, confused with my own words.
But Cara and I are both ready to be gone, together.
Stefan grabbed my throat roughly, yanking me away from my love.
"You can turn that off, too! You don't have to feel that pain anymore!"
"I don't want to feel her," I argued.
"You are weak. You'll be dead soon. You need this! You'll die!"
"I, I can't," I told him. Cara got up to defend me, but with Stefan's newborn strength he catapulted at her, throwing her out into the quarry. Stefan then grabbed the girl and bit into her neck, blood flowing everywhere.
"No. I can't," I commanded him.
"Don't fight it! You can do this! Cara doesn't have to die! You can live together for eternity!"
I don't want to do this... knowing that if I go through with it, a part of me may be gone forever. But the blood smells so good... and maybe it's all in my head, maybe Katherine being dead has nothing to do with what I'll be as a vampire... and the blood...
Before I know it, I'm sucking on her neck. I have fangs. I am hungry.
Cara's POV
"The moment Stefan had his first taste of human blood, he was a different person."
I interrupted, "He threw me into the quarry, for God's sake!"
"But I suppose I should thank him. I mean, imagine if we did kill ourselves," he asked me.
I leaned into him, gulped his last sip of bourbon, and added, "It's been a hell of a ride."
"Oh my God," Elena sighed, "He said he wanted to die- That's why he wont feed, now I understand why!"
"His choice. If he's stupid enough to make it," Damon commented.
Elena scoffed and squinted her eyes at him, "Ugh, don't do that! Don't pretend that you don't care!" She stormed down to the cellar.
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Earlier we found out that Stefan had gone out to the quarry in delusion, without his ring. Elena brought it to him, they kissed and made up, and ended up home safely. But what mattered most to me at this moment, is that I am alive.
Right here, right now, with the one I love. And that's all that matters...
"What're you thinking about?" Damon whispered into my neck, brushing the red curls over my shoulder and placing a soft, tender kiss in the crook of my neck.
I turned over in the bed and trailed my fingers through the small patch of hair over his sternum.
"How much I love you," I replied.
"Mmm... I like the sound of that," he kissed my lips with a hum of appreciation. His hand trailed down my back until it rested on my bum, and he smiled out of the kiss when he pulled me up onto his lap. I sat up, looking down on the boyish grin spread across his face.
"Is this what you've been picturing all day, D?"
He hummed once again, and sat up grabbing my panty-clad hips, "Possibly.."
I smiled, "You dirty little kid." He kissed me in response, and pulled off the borrowed t shirt to find that I kept on my sexy bra. He kissed and licked down the right side of my neck and looked up to me as he reached my collar bone,
"As much as I love this bra, it's gotta go," he growled. He moved his hands from my neck around my back and skillfully unhooked my 34D bra, like so many times before. His mouth moved down to my right breast, sucking gently and teasing my nipple. One hand held my back firmly as the other worshiped my other breast.. rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it was erect.
I moaned and writhed on his lap in response, feeling his growing erection straining against his boxer briefs. Damon tugged my nipple between his teeth and moved to my other, may I note natural, boob. My hands fell onto the bed behind me as I push my chest closer to him and I grind my hips into his, needing friction.
Swiftly, Damon locked both my wrists in his left hand and flipped my back onto the bed, pinning my hands above me. A small gasp escaped my lips when he ripped my lace underwear and threw the discarded fabric onto the floor. His lips captured mine once again and his hand free hand cupped my sex. His middle finger traveled through my folds while his thumb traced small, slow circles on my clit.
"Fuck, Damon.. yeah," I moaned, breaking our kiss. I felt him smile as he started to kiss and suck a spot on my neck, most likely leaving a mark for tomorrow morning. The pad of his finger teased my entrance before sinking into me with ease.
"So wet for me, baby," he mumbled. His thumb continued the small circles as his finger went it out out, a slow, smooth pace. I gasped when he added a second finger, starting to stretch my inner walls. Damon quickened the pace and I and struggled against his grip on my wrists, needing to touch him. All at once, his thumb stopped moving and he withdrew his fingers from me. I opened my eyes in response, and watched him suck my juices from his fingers.
He let go of my wrists and I brought my lips up to kiss him. I could taste my salty sweet arousal on his tongue, and it set me off. I reached down and slipped my hand into his boxers, grasping his length and pumping slowly. A deep moaned escaped from Damon's mouth, and he grabbed my hand then pulled down his underwear and kicked it off the bed. I locked my arms around his neck as I leaned in and whispered to him with a kiss,
"Make love to me.."
With that, he was inside me all at once. I saw him take a sharp intake of breath as he moved steadily inside me. He held his weight on his elbows beside my ears, and I moved my hands to grasp his shoulders. Damon quickened his pace, and my breath quickened. He moved one of his hands to my lower back, and with his help I sat up and he straightened his legs out behind me so I was sat on his lap.
It was deeper this way, and I began to ride him. He moved his hips in sync with mine, meeting each thrust. I swiveled my hips, making a figure 8 around and around again to feel him all around me. Damon grunted and took my ass in his hand to thrust faster and harder, and I could feel him reach my sweet spot.
"Oh god, Damon! Right there!"
He slammed into me again and again, rubbing me in all the right ways. I could feel him twitch inside me as I let my head fall back in pure ecstasy.
"Cara... Fuck!" he cursed as he came, and I felt his warm seed travel through me and I was at the breaking point.
"Ahhh!" I screamed as I came, and Damon slowed his pace as we both rode off our highs.
After a few more thrusts he pulled out of me, and I fell back onto the bed. He rolled over and collapsed on my right, and tugs me to his chest with his arm.
We laid there, a thin layer of sweat covering each of our bodies, and fell asleep mumbling 'I love yous' to one another in the dark.
A/N: So a good happy ending for Damon and Cara :) I hope you enjoyed it, please leave me something to read in the reviews below! A big thanks to all of you who waited this long for me to update, I truly appreciate it. School starts for me on Wednesday, so I might not be able to update again until the weekend.
Thank you, beautiful readers!
xoxo