Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Word Count: 828
Summary: “Is it my fault my fangs come out when I'm turned on?” she cries hysterically before jumping off the couch and running upstairs.
A/N: For a prompt by ishi_chan. Originally posted HERE.
The first time it happens, they’re talking. Just talking. It’s a completely innocuous moment up until she starts to wonder what he’d look like without clothes on and she’s picturing the way he looked that night of his first full moon (before things got bad) and then he’s smiling at her and she can’t help but feel….
Well, she doesn’t want to think about exactly how she felt, but all of a sudden, her fangs are coming out and Tyler’s eyes widen in shock for a moment and she doesn’t know why at first because this was the first time she hadn’t really felt them come out. Then, when he seems to realize that she doesn’t even know they’re out, he bursts out laughing.
“What is it, Tyler?” she asks, because, although she understands why he smiled when she went on about her obsession for all things fashion, she knows he can’t have know what she was thinking about what he should be wearing (or not wearing) and she doesn’t know what he could possibly think is that funny.
When he finally gets himself under control, he can’t help the smile as he says, “You’re vamping out on me, Care.”
Her hands immediately fly to her lips to cover the evidence of her condition and a very teenage, “Oh, my God,” escapes her mouth.
“It’s fine,” Tyler says, “you must be hungry.”
Even though Caroline drank a blood bag from Damon’s stash before she went to visit Tyler, she nods in agreement. It’s not like she can tell Tyler the truth, after all, because then he’d want to know what she was thinking of that put her in that…condition.
The second time it happens, however, there’s no denying what set it off.
She and Matt just broke up and Tyler is over comforting her because he was the first person who she thought to call.
He came over right away and she hugged him while she cried and said things were going to be fine. When she was done crying, he asked her what girls normally do after a break up. Caroline smiled almost evilly then and Tyler knew where this was going.
They’re now watching a sappy movie on the television and eating Rocky Road ice cream and she is leaning up against him. She’s starting to fall asleep and all of a sudden, his face is really close to hers and it is a bad idea, but she decides to go for it anyway, so she leans toward him and kisses him.
But then he starts to kiss back and her eyes widen for a moment because she didn’t expect that. He is supposed to tell her it is too soon and that it won’t be fair to Matt. But Matt broke up with her and she can’t find it in her to stop kissing Tyler, so she continues to let him kiss her on the couch.
Then, he is taking her shirt off and she is taking off his and she is thinking about just how hot he is without a shirt and all of a sudden, Tyler’s eyes are going wide.
“What is it?” she asks.
“You’re not going to eat me, are you?” he says hesitantly.
Caroline shakes her head. This is a weird time to bring that up as a concern. “No. I’m not hungry now,” she tells him. “Why are you asking?”
“You’re doing it again—you know, vamping out—but if you’re not hungry, then why…?”
Caroline sits up then, mortified and close to tears again, but she can’t help but defend herself. “Is it my fault my fangs come out when I'm turned on?” she cries hysterically before jumping off the couch and running upstairs.
When she reaches her bedroom, she slams the door shut behind her and leans against it. Not long after, she hears Tyler start laughing. She doesn’t understand what is so funny though. This isn’t funny. At least, she doesn’t think it is.
The laughing stops quickly though, and he’s racing up the stairs and knocking on her door. “Caroline,” he says pleadingly, “Can you open the door so we can talk?”
She stands up and opens the door, before looking at him, crossing her arms in front of her. He still has a smirk on his face.
“It’s not funny!” she shouts defensively.
His expression changes instantly. “I know,” he replies, “I shouldn’t have laughed.”
“You thought I was going to eat you! Don’t you have any faith in me at all?”
“Of course I do! I just didn’t know there could be any other reason for the fangs and we were so intimate, it was the only conclusion I could draw.”
“But you don’t…mind?” she hedges.
“It’ll take some getting used to, sure, but no, I don’t mind.”
And Caroline can’t help but launch herself at him then, kissing him against the wall of the hallway, her fangs coming out almost instantly.
Title: Growing Up
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Word Count: 600
Summary: Mason had told her that her dress made her look beautiful.
A/N: For a prompt by eenaangel. Originally posted HERE.
Growing up, she’d seen him only once before. He hadn’t been in with the Founding Families, so her mother hadn’t really cared for him and she could sense that even as a small child. She remembers Tyler talking about his cool uncle Mason all the time, however; and children are easily caught up on the stories of others, so she remembers wishing she’d gotten to meet him. And when she was eleven she got her wish.
He was handsome, that was what she noticed first when he appeared at the Lockwood’s spring charity function. And later she found out he was charming; she remembers this because when Tyler introduced her, Mason had told her that her dress made her look beautiful. She was just old enough to have a fascination for the dark and mysterious so she liked him, despite all her mother’s dirty looks that night.
More than six years later, he returned to Mystic Falls and Caroline’s first thought upon hearing that was ‘I wonder if he remembers me?’ She didn’t want to find out he didn’t, though, so she tried to stay away. Things only got stranger when she found out he was a werewolf. She felt discord when she was near him, all set on edge and nervous and she didn’t know if it was because he was a werewolf or because of some leftover feelings from when she was eleven and he smiled at her and said she was beautiful.
Then there was that time in the forest when she kicked his ass. She hated him then for threatening Elena and threatening to tell her mother about her and yet, a part of her still was held in fascination at that cocky attitude of his. After all was said and done, Caroline was proud of herself for kicking his ass. Partly because he deserved it and partly because she was sure she made him remember her after that.
He cornered her the next day at her house when she goes home the next morning. He wanted to know where her mother was, why she wasn’t home. Yes, she could have taken him then too, but a part of her wanted to see what it was like to not be stronger. A part of her wanted to be pushed up against the wall and threatened, yelled at and questioned.
She didn’t tell him anything, and she watched as he got more and more frustrated until that frustration manifested itself in a kiss.
It wasn’t sweet and charming like she imagined it would have been when she was eleven. It was hard and punishing and dangerous and wrong, and she loved it. “I knew you were going to be gorgeous,” he whispered hotly against her skin as he kissed down her neck. She moaned and pushed herself against him, unable to stop herself from wanting this to continue.
But such a thing could not happen—he was trying to kill Elena, had tried to kill Stefan and Damon, and threatened to out her—this was not okay and she knew it. So she pushed against him, trying to make him move from her; and when human strength didn’t deter him, she threw him across the room at vampire strength.
“Get out of my house, Mason,” she hissed, breathing heavily and pulling her shirt back down.
He left angrily, slamming the front door, and Caroline hated herself for giving into her eleven-year-old crush, hated herself for what happened, hated what they both were because it made this reality the only reality. And she hated that most of all.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing/Characters: Katherine, Elena
Word Count: 400
Summary: Elena thinks on the similarities between herself and Katherine.
A/N: For a Women of TVD prompt by scorpiod1. Originally posted HERE.
They’re not so different, when it comes down to it. Katherine was selfish and reckless and manipulative, and Elena thinks that sometimes she’s exactly the same way when it comes to the Salvatore brothers.
She’s selfish enough to stay with Stefan even when she knows Damon feels something for her. She even thinks she feels something for him too, sometimes. But she loves Stefan, and she claims it’ll always be Stefan—just like Katherine.
She’s reckless enough to let Stefan use her blood to learn how to control the cravings. She’s reckless when she tries to save them all by sacrificing herself. Katherine was reckless enough to play the town of Mystic Falls twice, reckless enough to flaunt being a vampire.
Elena will deny it to everyone but herself, but sometimes she’s manipulative enough to use Stefan and Damon further her own ends. She does it with Damon when she tricks him into giving her the book on Katherine’s family history. She tries not to lead Damon on when she knows how they both feel about each other but something in her can’t stop. She can’t help the covert glances and smiles, can’t help speaking to him as if her opinion she matter simply because it’s her. And she does it with Stefan every time she kisses him, every time she says she loves him, because she uses that love to cover whatever it may be she feels for Damon.
And one night, she goes down to the tomb and admits this to Katherine. Spills everything. How she loves Stefan but is drawn to Damon. How she makes impulsive decisions and doesn’t care about the consequences. How she uses both Stefan’s and Damon’s feelings for her when it suits her needs.
Katherine just smiles at her in that all knowing way. She sees the similarities too, and understands why Elena’s coming to her for advice. “You can only control both for so long, Elena,” she says, drinking some of the blood that Elena brought. “Eventually they’ll start to get ideas and you’ll have to choose. I ran away, bought myself some time, but in the end, I had to make a decision.”
“Who did you choose?” Elena asks.
Elena hands Katherine another bottle of blood before closing the tomb. As she walks back to her house, she wonders if it would be so horrible to make the same choice.