Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing/Characters: Elijah/Caroline, with Tyler/Caroline & Damon/Caroline sprinkled throughout
Word Count: ~2000
Spoilers: through 'Daddy Issues'
Summary: (Alternate take on the werewolf/vampire face off in 2.13) Elijah shows up instead of Jonas and helps Caroline after she makes an almost fatal mistake. But helping then has unforeseen consequences for Elijah, Caroline, Damon, and Tyler.
Previous Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)
Chapter 6: Honest Conversations
Elijah isn’t next to Caroline when she wakes up the next morning. Caroline examines her bedroom for any sign of the Original’s presence the night before and finds nothing. She knows it happened, knows she fell asleep curled up around him, knows he spoke honestly to her; but there is no proof, and a part of her is deeply bothered by that.
Even still, she doesn’t reach for her cell phone, doesn’t call Elena or Bonnie or Stefan. She can not tell them about this when she hardly knows what it is herself. She realizes, though, that she has to talk to someone, and she knows of only one person who may understand, so she gets dressed and grabs her car keys and heads over to the Salvatore boarding house.
If Damon’s surprised when she invites herself in, he doesn’t show it. “Hungry, Barbie?” he asks, holding a glass of blood out to her.
When she reaches for it, he moves it from her reach and says, “You know where the freezer is.”
Caroline rolls her eyes and mutters quietly about him being an unmitigated ass before seating herself on a couch, sighing in frustration as she does so.
Damon just smirks as he positions himself on the other end.
“He was in my room last night—after I got back from Tyler’s.”
Damon nods. “I know,” he says.
“How do you know?” she asks, not bothering to hide her shock.
Damon sighs. “Sometimes I forget how young you are, Barbie,” he says, pausing for dramatic effect. “Each vampire has a scent. If you get physically close to one, it’ll rub off on you temporarily; and right now, Elijah’s scent is coming off you in waves.”
Caroline resists the urge to smile at this bit of news. She has proof now, and that, for reasons she doesn’t know, makes her happy. “Nothing happened,” she says when she catches Damon’s salacious grin. “I’m serious. He was there, and I got ready for bed. Yes, he sat next to me; and yes, I fell asleep next to him, but all we did was talk.”
“What did you talk about?” Damon asks, with a mock interested expression. “Must’ve been interesting.”
“I asked him why it feels different…between us,” she says. “We talked about blood and connections between vampires.”
Damon seems to understand without any other words. “You drank his blood,” he replies, understanding dawning, “it changed you. He—he stole you from me.” He sounds almost shocked by this, like it’s not possible.
She doesn’t look at him as she nods. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he tells her. “You’re not completely his and…I wanted you to. I couldn’t lose you then and now…this is better than that.”
“He said…he said we can trust that he wants Klaus dead, but he implied that we can’t trust anything else,” she blurts out. “And I remember him saying he doesn’t think he can hurt me.”
“It’s just—I feel so drawn to him; from the second I saw him, I felt something between us. Like soul mates, but that’s just ridiculous because there’s no such thing. When he’s near me, though, I almost believe it because it’s so easy with him—like it’s supposed to be this way.
“I just—I just don’t understand, Damon. How can I feel this strongly for someone I know nothing of?”
Caroline’s hysterical now, pacing back and forth in front of the couch she doesn’t even remember getting off of. “What am I supposed to do, Damon? I know he’s dangerous—maybe not to me, but to you and Stefan and Elena and Bonnie and Tyler; he could kill you all—I can sense that. And I know I could never resist him; if he asks anything of me, I’ll give it to him without a second thought. I’d have to, that’s how strong the connection is.”
She pauses to take a deep breath, and Damon uses this opportunity to ask a question. “Does it go both ways?”
Caroline stops pacing and stares at him. “Does what go both ways?”
“The connection. Does he feel all the things you’re feeling?”
She thinks back. “I—I think so. He said it’s probably stronger for me than it is him. He said he’d given vampires his blood before but that it never felt like this. He said it was us.”
“Well…you could just…ask him to not hurt people, and he wouldn’t, right? Assuming, of course, that he feels the same need to do as the other wishes.”
Caroline shakes her head. “No—I mean yes—but I’d never do that.”
“Why not?” Damon asks. The he’d do it to you is implied.
Because I’d never manipulate anyone like that, Damon!” she exclaims angrily. “I remember what that was like, and I’d never do that to someone else.”
Damon is silent for a moment and he doesn’t look at her. He’ll never admit to regretting what he did to her when she was human, but she knows he does regret it. “So, basically you’re saying there’s a really old vampire who holds some kind of power over you, and vise versa, who just may be here to kill people, and you won’t help?”
“You’re not seeing the bigger picture, Damon!” she yells in frustration, clenching her fists in her hair for a moment before letting go and smoothing it back again.
“Enlighten me, then,” he encourages her with an eye roll.
“We’re going to be around forever, or at least until one of us is staked—and he can’t even be that—so I’m not going to start out our forever with him hating me for manipulating him.”
Damon laughs then, and she realizes she’s using him as an example of what not to do, and his laughter irritates her. Deciding to shut him up, she steals his glass of blood and drinks it all before he can protest. She then hands it back primly, a small smirk on her face.
He glares at her and lets out a groan of frustration. “So what are you going to do? Blissfully ignore the problem and hope he doesn’t kill anyone?”
“I don’t know, Damon!” she screams at him. “This isn’t exactly something I know a lot about, you know. I mean, for all we know, it could just be temporary.” It’s wishful thinking, and even Caroline knows it. “So I’ll talk to him, maybe he’ll tell me what he’s planning and we can deal with it.”
Damon rolls his eyes. “And maybe he’ll kill you,” he throws at her. “You’re naïve if you believe he’ll just come clean. He’s thousands of years old, Caroline. If he’s learned anything during that time, he’s learned how to lie to little girls.”
Caroline resents that comment. “This is getting us nowhere,” she says, “I shouldn’t have even bothered.” She walks to the door. “Thanks for the drink but I’m going to go.”
She goes back home then, slamming the front door and heading up to her room. She paces the floor, trying to think of a solution to her newest supernatural problem when, all of a sudden, she hears knocking of the front door.
She runs downstairs and throws open the door. “I’m not talking about this with you, Damon,” she says without looking at the person. “I will not manipulate Elijah like that.”
“You shouldn’t even be near enough to him to be able to manipulate him,” she hears Tyler reply, his anger rising with each word.
Caroline’s eyes widen; she didn’t expect to see Tyler already. “What is it about Elijah that sets you off like this?” she exclaims in frustration, subconsciously moving to the side to let him in.
Tyler shuts the door behind him, using a little more force than necessary. Caroline’s glad her mother’s not home to hear any of this.
Tyler takes a step toward her but she backs away. “I like you, Caroline,” he says through partially gritted teeth. “And I can feel you slipping away even just by saying his name. It’s wrong, whatever it is he’s doing to you, and I don’t want him to destroy you.”
“I like you too, Tyler,” Caroline admits, “but Elijah isn’t going anywhere. I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but I’ll probably be getting a lot closer to him. I like him, Tyler. And I don’t want to give up our friendship, but I will if you keep treating me like a possession you can control instead of a friend you care about.
“Not to mention what you tried to do to me last night. I didn’t ask for that and I don’t want us to be like that. You’re my friend, but we’ll never be anything more. And I’m sorry if I led you to believe otherwise, but I don’t think I’m being given a choice, Tyler. The things I feel for Elijah….
“I know the things I’m feeling aren’t dangerous. They may be intense, but I know they’re not dangerous.”
“He killed all the werewolves in seconds, Care. He could kill you just as easily,” Tyler argues.
“I know he could, Tyler—I’m not stupid. All I’m saying is that he won’t.”
“What’s to stop him?” Tyler asks. “What could possibly stop him if he got it in his head to kill you?”
“That’s the thing; I don’t even think he can think it.”
Tyler freezes at that. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Exactly as I said,” Caroline answers. When he still seems confused, she elaborates, “Just the thought of losing Damon has always put me near physical illness, and vampires don’t even get ill. I could hate him until I die, but I could never wish him dead. Fighting that instinct is incredibly hard; and after Elijah saved me the other night, that’s what he would have to do in order to kill me.”
“But he could—overcome that instinct, that is—it could be done?”
Caroline nods somberly. “Damon and Stefan wanted to kill Katherine. They never did, but they wanted to.”
“And what makes you think he won’t overcome that instinct and plot to kill you? You’re a weakness of his now, that’s dangerous also. If Damon and Stefan could do it, Elijah definitely can.”
Caroline sighs and leans against the wall, using it as a backrest as she slides down to the floor. Tyler follows her lead, sitting down beside her. “It’s complicated,” she says after a while. “The bond between Elijah and I, well, it’s stronger than that of typical vampires; we don’t really know why. All I know is that I feel like I would die if he did, and it scares me because I don’t know him. All I know is that I need him, which is ridiculous because I was perfectly fine before I met him.”
Suddenly Tyler’s face falls. “So it’s not something I can change?”
She nods. “I’m sorry.”
Neither speaks for a moment, both content to just be there with each other, and then Tyler speaks. “I’m not just going to go away you know. I may not be able to make you…like me in the way I want, but I can still be your friend, right?”
Caroline smiles at him sadly. “For now, yes. Eventually I’ll have to leave, though.”
Tyler doesn’t say anything but does nod in understanding. That was something they talked about long before Jules and the werewolves came.
“That night, after you drank the werewolf’s blood, and…Elijah came, I saw it. There was this moment, it was very brief, but there was this moment between you two when everything just seemed to stop. I think a part of me knew then, that whatever we could have been before, we could never have been after.”
“I’m sorry,” she repeats, tears in her eyes.
Before that night, she had honestly wondered what could have been between them, but then everything changed. It isn’t even completely Elijah’s fault either, Caroline muses; because even though Tyler had protected her in the end, he hadn’t from the beginning. And as much as she pretends otherwise, it hurts that he hadn’t just trusted her as a friend was supposed to.
“I know,” Tyler whispers, turning away from her, but not before she sees the hurt look in his eyes. “I’m sorry too.”
A part of her feels guilty for being partly at fault for giving up on what they could have been, but he was right when he talked about that moment with Elijah. There were a few seconds when her eyes met his and even before he spoke, she knew he would save her.
“I’m scared, Tyler,” she mumbles, resting her head on his shoulder.
Tyler wraps his arm around her and rests his chin on her head. “I know,” he whispers, “I am too, but I’ll be here until the end.”
And she knows it’s a lie—for all that he’s werewolf, he’s still human too—but even a lie makes her feel better than nothing at all, so she holds tightly to his words and lets him hold her until his mother calls and asks him to come home in the early morning.