Title: Out In The Open
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Word Count: 670
Summary: He hated the pain then—hated the transformation more than anything in the entire world—but he’d do it all again if she would just be his again.
A/N: For a Vampire Diaries Comment Ficathon prompt by suprockstar. Originally posted HERE.
When Tyler sees her in the halls now, all he can think of is how it felt to have her arms around him. When he sees Matt kiss her, all he can hear are her soothing words in his ear. He hated the pain then—hated the transformation more than anything in the entire world—but he’d do it all again if she would just be his again.
She walks with him to his car after school. “Just, you know, to make sure you’re all right,” she says when he asks why, and he hates that there’s no other reason.
“I’m fine,” he tells her as she opens the passenger door to get in, “you don’t need to stay.” Of course, he wants her to stay; he wants her to stay so fucking much, he can’t even express it. But he can’t stand to have her around if she’s going to pretend nothing has changed.
She does stay, and they drive to the Lockwood mansion in silence. He wants to tell her exactly what he’s feeling, but he doesn’t know how to verbalize the many emotions in his head right now. He doesn’t want to scare her with the intensity of them.
They spend the day talking, exchanging supernatural information in between chemistry and history. They talk about television shows; she’s addicted to Gossip Girl and he misses True Blood. All the while, he’s clenching and unclenching his fists in an ongoing attempt to keep himself from attacking her. Somehow, he manages to keep the conversation light and listening to her prattle on about the intricacies of Gossip Girl keeps him in check.
His mom finds them laughing about something, and they refuse to tell her what, but she invites Caroline to stay for dinner and she accepts.
When his mom is safely out of earshot, Tyler turns to Caroline. “Do you actually eat human food still?” he asks.
Caroline just laughs. “What do you suppose I eat during lunch at school, Tyler?” she asks. “It’s not like I can bring a blood bag in a lunch box and have it in front of the whole school. Of course I can have human food, you idiot!”
And he laughs and it sets him at ease throughout dinner. He sits next to Caroline, and watches in morbid fascination as she, a vampire, manages to charm his mother, part of the council against vampires. Eventually, his mother points out the late hour, and Tyler offers to drive Caroline home. The smile she gives him is absolutely brilliant, and he can’t help but smile back.
He spends the entire drive to her house trying to figure out the best way to explain what he’s feeling, because he knows he has to do it. He can’t take this any longer and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to go the entire week at school watching her and Matt—not if he hasn’t made the effort to be honest and tell her what he’s feeling.
He walks her to the door, and there’s an awkward goodbye. The next thing he knows, she’s turning around, her hand is on the doorknob, and he’s missing his chance, and he knows it, so he does the only thing he can think to do. He grabs her free arm, twirls her around and kisses her, pouring as many of his emotions into the kiss as he can manage. And she responds for a moment, in that small amount of time when it’s just a kiss and the two people involved hardly matter. But then it’s him and her and there’s Matt and he can practically feel her confusion as she pulls away screaming, “Everyone needs to stop kissing me,” before opening the door and hiding inside her house.
He stands there for a moment afterward, trying to gather his emotions. He did it. It’s out there, and they have to deal with it now. He doesn’t have to hide it and she can no longer pretend.
He did it.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Word Count: 460
Spoilers: little hints of 2.11
Summary: For the most part, they avoid the philosophical discussions about their futures, but every so often, Tyler gets curious.
A/N: For a Vampire Diaries Comment Ficathon prompt by sd_twobrothers . Originally posted HERE.
She loves him, or at least, she thinks she does; and he loves her, or at lest, he says he does. And they smile at each other and pretend that everything is all right, but they both know it isn’t. She’s a seventeen year old vampire and he’s a seventeen year old werewolf. In ten years, she’ll still look like a seventeen year old vampire while he’ll look like a twenty seven year old werewolf. He will grow old, and she’ll always remain forever young.
But they love each other, and they have time. A few years anyway, and who knows? Maybe that’s all the time they need. Maybe they’re not the grow old together, forever kind of love that Caroline sees in her girly movies. Maybe they’re the imperfect, good for a while but will inevitably destroy each other kind from TV dramas and soap operas.
For the most part, they avoid the philosophical discussions about their futures, but every so often, Tyler gets curious. An outsider would assume it would be Caroline who’d be the one to bring it up, but it’s always Tyler. Maybe because he only knows what Caroline tells him, maybe it’s because he has no one else and he’s so fucking scared of losing her.
“Werewolves and vampires are natural enemies, right?” he asks one night. The two of them are in his bed, and he’s holding her close, and she feels his really, really warm breath against the back of her neck.
Caroline closes her eyes and tries not to shiver as the vampire instinct to protect herself rears its head. She sighs. “We’ve been over this, Tyler,” she says. “Yes, a werewolf bite, as far as I know, may be able to kill a vampire. It’s dangerous—we’re dangerous.”
“But what about the other way around?” he wonders softly, almost as if he’s not asking her, just wondering aloud. “What if a vampire tried to turn a werewolf? Would they turn? Would it just kill the werewolf? Or would werewolf blood completely negate the blood of the vampire?”
Caroline bites her lower lip, drawing blood. It heals quickly enough, but it reminds her of her need for control. She won’t risk it, she won’t. Instead, she holds his arms to her stomach and squeezes herself tighter to him. “I don’t know, Tyler, but we’re not going to find out.”
Caroline understands his curiosity. She wishes he’d be around forever too. She’s always scared he’s going to actually realizes what she is—what she can do—and turn his back on her. But she’d never risk his life like that. She loves him too much, and even if they aren’t the forever kind, they have now, and she refuses to waste a moment.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Word Count: 1444
Summary: Caroline remembers her words the night she changed. But, as she said, the memories were coming back in pieces, and what she remembered then was not the whole story. The whole story came later. And it changed everything.
A/N: For a Vampire Diaries Comment Ficathon prompt by mary_greenman. Originally posted HERE.
“I remember how you manipulated me…. You pushed me around, abused me, erased my memories. Fed on me.” Caroline remembers her words the night she changed. They were true too, she did remember what he did to her, and at the time, she hated him for it. Because the way he treated was wrong, and she didn’t think she’d ever forgive him for it.
But, as she said, the memories were coming back in pieces, and what she remembered then was not the whole story. The whole story came later. And it changed everything.
Caroline walks into her bedroom, already pulling her camisole up over her chest. It’s when she closes the door with her right leg that she hears the voice. “Don’t mind me,” he says languidly, and she turns to face the man lying on her bed.
“What are you doing here, Damon, and why are you in my bed?” she asks him suspiciously, eyeing her bed carefully. She’s not in the mood to do that with him.
Damon seems to have caught her thoughts, for he gives her a lazy smile. “Relax,” he says. “I’m not here for that. I just need to…calm down a bit.”
She raises an eyebrow and, realizing that she had froze in her activities, she pulls her camisole back over her midriff. “And you came here?” she pushes, not understanding.
Ignoring her question, he sighs and she’s sure he rolls his eyes as well. “Just lie down on the bed, Caroline,” he says.
She understands that he means it to be an order, and she doesn’t think she really have to obey, but she does. She does, however keep to the far left side, with him on the far right. After all, she’s still wary of his motives.
“Do you trust me at all?” he asks after a long silence.
“I want to,” she says, going for blunt honesty, “but I don’t know you well enough to trust you like you want me to.”
Another silence falls between them then, both of them resolutely looking up at Caroline’s bedroom ceiling, before Damon speaks. “Will you take off the necklace?” he asks. And because he asked instead of demanded, she sits up and obliges, setting the pendant on her nightstand before lying back down. She’s deliberately staying as far away from him on the bed as she can, and she’s sure he doesn’t appreciate it, for he sighs again.
He then turns on his side and physically pulls her to him, wrapping his right arm around her body before she can protest. Not that she does, of course; rather she falls into a light sleep as he watches her. And when she wakes, he is gone, and her necklace is around her neck again.
When she wakes up the night after Logan Fell’s almost-attack on her, Caroline feels him looking at her, so she turns to the side of her bed closest to her window to look back at him. She winces as she does, but manages to school her expression before facing him. She doesn’t want him to see her in pain.
Unfortunately, there is a nasty bruise on her face, and for some reason, he seems to recoil slightly at the sight of it. Caroline’s hand then immediately goes to cover it because right then, she finds herself hating the imperfection more than anything else. He’s not supposed to see her unless she’s perfect.
Damon is sitting in a chair next to her bed and he doesn’t say anything to her, just watches her breathe. After a while, she stops staring back and closes her eyes. She doesn’t go back to sleep, rather she listens to his breathing and the impatient tapping of his feet as she tries not to cry.
It almost works too. His silence, his very presence, calms her more than she can even begin to explain, but then he speaks, and her aforementioned calm exterior shatters. “Are you alright?” he asks, his voice softer and gentler than she ever thought him capable of.
She tries to nod, but the tears forming in her eyes negate the effort. “No,” she admits at last, her voice barely a whisper. She doesn’t speak of the nightmare she just woke from, doesn’t tell him how thankful she is that he and his brother got her out of that car; she doesn’t have to say it, for he already knows.
His hand reaches out and caresses the bruise on her face. “You’re in pain.” This time it’s not a question, and Caroline doesn’t even bother to answer it as if it is.
Suddenly, he grabs a pair of scissors off her desk, opens them, and cuts across his wrist. She just watches him move toward her, blood flowing from his wrist. Little alarms in her mind seem to warn her of what he is, and if she had any strength, she’d try to back away. As it is, he reaches her easily and leans over her, holding her head as he guides his bleeding arm to her mouth. She resists at first, but as soon as he says “Drink,” she obeys.
She can’t explain why she’s so compliant, but she makes no protest as the coppery red liquid slides down her throat. She just trusts him…even after all he’s done to her.
When he pulls his arm away, the tears brimming in her eyes finally fall, and her whole body trembles. What happens now?
She almost asks the question aloud, but finds she doesn’t need to. The places that used to hurt so bad bother her no more and he looks down at her appraisingly. “Good as new,” he breathes, caressing the place where her bruise once was.
She closes her eyes at the touch and snuggles deeper into her blankets, finally able to sleep again.
She hears, rather than sees, him sit back in the chair next to her bed, but when she wakes up, he’s gone.
It’s late, and Caroline’s exhausted and she really should get home. Her mom, if she deigns to pretend she has a daughter, might notice she hasn’t slept in her bed and then she’ll ask questions Caroline cannot answer. But Caroline can barely move. She feels Damon making little circles on her back and sighs. She can deal with her mom tomorrow, if she even notices. She’s too drained to move. She tries, instead, to fall back asleep, but she’s trembling now, and she doesn’t know why.
Damon notices immediately, though, and his fingers stop moving. “You’re tired,” he states.
“Mmm-hmm,” Caroline mumbles, “trying to sleep.”
Damon’s dramatic sigh, were she more alert, would have made her sigh; as it is, she just hugs one of his pillows tighter to her as she feels him get out of bed. In all honesty, she’s surprised he lets her stay. To her, he seems more the type to bed ‘em and leave ‘em.
She doesn’t know how much time passes while he’s gone but she figures it’s a good ten minuets or so because he comes back with orange juice and a sandwich. “Eat,” he commands her. And she desperately wants to—knows she should, even—but she can’t seem to make herself sit up.
“I can’t,” she tries to tell him, but she’s pretty sure that isn’t what he hears.
He seems to understand all the same, though, because all of a sudden he’s back in bed, helping her sit up and holding the sandwich and orange juice again.
With shaky hands, she grabs the glass of juice and takes tentative sips. She rests her head against the headboard and breathes for a moment. “Who’d of ever thought doing that could take so much out of a person?” she asks, half-serious half-joking.
Damon gives her a lazy smile and, not for the first time with him, she feels like she’s missing something.
She hates thinking of Damon as anything other than that-guy-who-hurt-her. She hates doubting her opinion of him. But the memories are real, she knows this now, and she can’t help but doubt everything now.
Which Damon Salvatore was the real Damon Salvatore, she can’t begin to figure out that puzzle. But Caroline Forbes can safely say that he was not completely horrible to her back when she was human. But what does she do with that? Where do they go from here? She guesses it starts with a meeting, so she knocks on the door.
“Hello, Blondie,” says Damon when he answers the door.
Caroline freezes for a moment, but looks him steadily in the eyes, determined to go through with this. “Hello, Damon."