Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Word Count: 485
Summary: Making things right has never been Damon's forte. Maybe he's going about the whole thing wrong? (Takes place after 'Daddy Issues'.)
A/N: For a prompt at onelastfic's TVD Comment Ficathon. Originally posted HERE.
After Blondie’s little session of torture a few weeks back, Damon had wanted to go over and make sure she was okay—take stock of things. She was his child after all, he had that right. Or, he thought he did.
Turns out, sometime since he last remembered her, Barbie grew a backbone—which he found out when she slammed the door in his face before he could even speak a word.
He tried again a few days later, this time when she was in public—at the Grill with her mother in sight—but Caroline bested him again when she started to flirt with one of her high school boys just long enough to make him retaliate by doing the same to piss her off.
As it turned out, she had learned a few things from their time together when she was human. And she knew that nothing worked to distract him more than trying to get revenge.
By the time he bothered to drag his eyes from his redheaded toy, Caroline was long gone.
When they finally do speak, Elena acted as referee. As it turns out, the conversation didn’t need Elena because it was too short to end in an argument.
“What?” she asked, gesticulating wildly. He didn’t answer right away, too surprised by her and Elena’s sudden appearance in his bedroom, and she appeared to take it as a sign if his complete incomprehension. She elaborated, “You’ve been following me around for weeks, completely disregarding the obvious signs of my ignoring you; but I’ve had enough. Just say whatever nasty, mean, derogatory things you want to say so you can finally leave me alone.”
Damon hated that Elena was standing there with her arms crossed, looking mightily disappointed in him. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright after what happened a while back—wanted to check in.”
He tried to make it sound casual, like it wasn’t a big deal. Maybe that’s why they didn’t buy it.
“We—” Caroline pointed between her and him—“we are absolutely nothing to each other. You may have facilitated my turning, but you are nothing to me; not after what you did to me yourself—trying to save me doesn’t make up for almost killing me, Damon.”
He opened his mouth to retort, but there was nothing to say. No witty remark to lighten the mood, no sarcastic comment to aggravate her. Nothing.
“I’ll never give you the chance again,” she continued, “and you can’t just apologize for what you did.”
She walked out then, and Elena soon followed with a shake of her head. He stared after them and blinked for a moment then formulated a plan.
After all, eternity’s a long time to harbor such resentment—he had plenty of time to get around to begging for forgiveness again.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Word Count: 465
Summary: An alternate explanation for why Tyler left town. Unsurprisingly, it has to do with Elena.
A/N: For a tvd_rareships Comment Fic Party prompt by amoenavi. Originally posted HERE.
He never felt it when she was with Matt—at least, he didn’t think that’s what it was. He remembers feeling envious of her because she started to get half of Matt’s attention when he used to get all of Matt’s attention. He used to wonder what it would be like if he hadn’t convinced Matt that talking to her was a good idea. But even at a young age, he had known that there was no going back, and Elena Gilbert was going to forever be a part of his life through Matt Donavan.
Forever ended after Elena’s parents died, however. It was unexpected and shocking, and it was the first death-of-a-parent that any of their generation of Mystic Falls children had to experience. Tyler remembers the way Elena wouldn’t stop crying, remembers the way Matt had tried to comfort her in any way he could, but couldn’t find the words.
Time passed and with the arrival of Stefan Salvatore and his brother, Tyler’s Elena affliction worsened. At the time, he thought he was just angry on behalf of Matt, who couldn’t be angry himself—but now…he’s not so sure.
Those Salvatores shouldn’t be allowed to waltz into town and steal the girl he’d known since they were practically in diapers. It’s not right. But then there’s Mason and werewolves and Caroline and Jules and so much happens that he forgets about Elena for a moment because he has to remember to deal with himself.
And Jules and Brady are telling him there’s a way to stop the curse, to be able to turn at will or not at all, and they have to get this moonstone and eradicate the vampires and all sorts of crazy shit and he listens because he needs someone to tell him the truth and he thinks they’re it. But Stefan’s telling him he’d have to kill Elena and he knows he can’t do that.
Because it’s Elena and he needs her to be around and so he lets Stefan go and Brady is killed and he doesn’t feel guilty because Elena gives him this hug and he so desperately clings to it.
He leaves with Jules after that because he doesn’t know how to be around Elena when he feels guilty for almost getting her killed. He doesn’t know how to be around her when he looks at her and all he wants to do is push her against a wall and kiss her.
Later, he asks Jules to shut it out for him and she laughs. “It’s your madness, Tyler,” she lectures. “You have to figure out what you’re going to do about it.”
Title: Don't Sweat The Small Stuff
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Word Count: 480
Summary: After Alaric leaves Mystic Falls, he runs into Caroline. “We didn’t like you simply because you were useful, you know.”
A/N: For a TVD Comment Fic Party Part 2 prompt by eenaangel. Originally posted HERE.
After graduation, Alaric decides to move back to Durham—he doesn’t tell anybody.
Jeremy seems content with Bonnie, and Alaric knows they’re going to California next year after Jeremy graduates. Alaric doesn’t know what Elena’s going to do, and suspects she has a few years before that decision is made, but between both Salvatore brothers, Alaric assures himself of her safety.
He doesn’t think about Caroline much at all, for she never factored much into his decision making before, so he can honestly say he’s surprised when she shows up at his apartment in Durham in the fall.
“Hi, Mr. Saltzman,” she says. She’s wearing a smile, and Alaric can’t help but smile fondly back at her.
He grows serious then, because his mind can only come up with one reason why Caroline Forbes is literally knocking on his door. “Is something wrong?” he asks, ignoring her generally sunny disposition.
Her smile gets wider, which he had thought impossible up until that point. “No,” she says, shaking her head. “Why would something be wrong?”
“You tracked me down,” he states simply, as if that explains it.
For her it must, however, for her expression starts to mirror his. “We didn’t like you simply because you were useful, you know.”
Alaric sighs. He steps aside and motions for her to come inside, and then he remembers. Caroline has always looked too innocent to be a vampire, and sometimes he forgets.
Belatedly, he says the words. “Come in, Caroline.”
She steps across the threshold tentatively, and when she notices how he notices her hesitation, she smiles sheepishly. “Sometimes I think fear it won’t work,” she admits.
He almost laughs.
He fetches her a soda with an apologetic grin before they move to the living room. The conversation drifts through a slew of mundane topics as the hour passes, and Alaric listens patiently as Caroline tells him of life back in Mystic Falls.
Eventually, he asks the question he’s been dying to ask—no pun intended.
“Why are you here, Caroline?”
She looks at him as if the answer is obvious and answers with an almost patronizing tone in her voice. “I’m going to school here, Mr. Saltzman.”
He probably should be focusing on the main point of that sentence, but his mind gets caught up on the formality of address. “I am not your teacher anymore, Caroline,” he says.
The tilt of her head is almost comical. “So, what should I call you?”
He mulls it over for a moment. “After everything, and since I have the feeling I’ll be seeing a lot of you in the next four years, I think it’s about time you start calling me Ric, Caroline.”
The overly animated expression on her face and the way her curls bounce around her face tells him only one thing: he’s going to have to stock up on blood bags again.
Title: It Doesn't Matter
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Word Count: 140
Summary: "You know I'll protect you, Elena," he tells her one night.
A/N: For a tvd_rareships Comment Fic Party prompt by missmarie9. Originally posted HERE.
He is the one stable figure in her life…and she loves him for that.
He doesn’t care that she cared for the man who turned his wife into a vampire. Doesn’t care that she was the daughter of his wife with the man he had grown to despise. Doesn’t care that death and destruction seemed to follow her wherever she went.
“You know I’ll protect you, Elena,” he tells her one night. “It doesn’t matter that I have no right to be in your life anymore—I care about you and I’ll do whatever I can to keep you safe.”
And Elena knows it’s true—it is the one truth she believes above all others. Especially when, from her bedroom window, she watches his car drive by her house each night to make sure things are as they should be.