Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Word Count: 213
Summary: Damon will always be Caroline's special brand of delusion.
A/N: AU sometime after mid-season 2. Also for a tvd_rareships Comment Fic Party prompt by lynzie914. Originally posted HERE.
There are nights when Caroline is upset with the non-progression of her relationship with Matt and nights when she is angry or hurt by Tyler’s betrayal and anger that she runs to Damon.
It is not a conscious decision, just something that seems to be programmed into her being since she’s been turned. It doesn’t matter that a part of her hates him for using her for blood and sex and information and whatever else. It doesn’t matter that she knows he will always put Elena first. She just runs to him like a lost puppy.
It makes her sick.
But he welcomes her with a (more often than not, drunken) smile and within moments, they’re in his impressive bedroom on his amazingly comfortable bed with no clothes, and he’s making her cry out in ecstasy and in those moments, she forgets that she hates him.
He’ll hold her for a few hours afterward and she’ll let him until he speaks. Once words come out of his mouth—be they words of comfort or criticism—Caroline is out of the bed and in search of her clothes. Because as soon as she remembers that he’s Damon and that he has hurt her, she can’t allow him to be the one to comfort her.
Title: On Happiness
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Word Count: 375
Summary: “I have never had occasion to be happy, Elena.”
A/N: For a tvd_rareships Comment Fic Party prompt by lustmordred. Originally posted HERE.
Before Klaus comes for her, before her day with Stefan, Elena has a talk with Elijah.
“Are you happy…being a vampire?” she asks, not afraid to be very blunt with him.
“I’m not unhappy,” he answers, his tone casual as he sits beside her.
Elena’s learned quickly how to read into what he doesn’t say, and she frowns at his words. “You’re not happy, then.”
He offers her a considering smile and tilts his head. “I have never had occasion to be happy, Elena.”
“Do you regret it?” she asks next, deciding to move on.
He actually thinks about his answer for a long while before giving it. “Sometimes, I suppose,” he says, “but even when I want to be anything but a vampire, I always remember that I would never have made a different choice…were I given an option.”
“Would it have worked—the elixir, I mean?”
Elijah shrugs. “I couldn’t say. All I know is that the witches I got it from were highly regarded, and very confident.”
Elena doesn’t know what to ask after that, but luckily, Elijah has a question of his own. “Would you have ever wanted it?”
It is the one question Elena doesn’t have an answer for.
“Before Stefan—before my parent’s died, even—all I wanted was to become a writer…and marry Matt. But when my parents died, what I loved about Matt wasn’t important anymore. Now…I guess I still want to write, and I know that’s something I could do as a vampire, but I guess I wanted to grow up a little. Make choices—both the good ones and the bad ones—and be human for a while.” Elena looks up at him, and smiles at the sight of the moonlight shining in his hair. His captivating eyes are trained on hers. “Do you think I’ll ever be happy?”
Sorrow shows in his eyes as he speaks. “The happiest I’ve ever been, in recent memory, was that moment when you came back to the Lockwood Estate. I cannot say what’ll make you happy, Elena, but I promise to help you figure it out.”
Elena doesn’t know what that promise entails, but her answering smile calms her just enough to relax again.
Title: A Change In Perspective
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Word Count: 382
Summary: “We’re going to see the roses, Caroline,” he says casually.
A/N: For a tvd_rareships Comment Fic Party prompt by ishi_chan. Originally posted HERE.
She finds rain gloomy and depressing, and often when it’s raining, he can expect to find her sleeping in bed to avoid the sound the water makes as it falls to the ground. He, on the other hand, finds beauty in the pure droplets of water.
One day, he picks her up from the bed bridal style and carries the still sleeping Caroline out to the rose garden in the back of the house, eyeing the sexy lingerie that she sleeps in as he walks.
Her eyes shoot open the second she starts feeling water droplets on her skin, and he feels the gooseflesh start to rise on both their bodies.
“What are you doing?” she asks, and for the first time in hundreds of years, he hears panic in her voice. “Where are you taking me?”
“We’re going to see the roses, Caroline,” he says casually.
Elijah’s surprised when she doesn’t struggle, just lets him hold her as he walks. “Why can’t we do this later, when the sun’s out?” she asks. Her eyes are closed, and he has the feeling she’s trying to wish the rain away with her mind. She’s not that strong, though, and it’s absolutely ridiculous, yet he finds the action endearing.
He smiles briefly at the impetuous tone of her voice. “Because I want to see them now, Caroline.”
“Sometimes you make absolutely no sense,” she declares.
“And sometimes you are very childish,” he retorts.
She pouts her lips and he has the urge to kiss the pout away, but they’ve reached the garden. He feels her relax when he sits them both down under the gazebo. And he notices that she’s shivering. He pulls her closer to her and resists the urge to lecture her on continuing on with her human responses.
“It smells beautiful out here,” she whispers after some time.
“It’d look beautiful too if you’d open your eyes,” he admonishes gently.
She does so then, but only to glare at him.
He rolls his eyes. “Would you just look around, Caroline?” he asks impatiently.
She, in a rare moment of obedience, does exactly that, and Elijah delights in the exquisite smile on her face. “The flowers look happy,” she murmurs.
Elijah laughs at her insane statement and kisses her roughly on the lips.