|Tempt Me, Temptation
Author: meglovesjeff PM
Caroline was in a constant battle to save her sanity; she was always at war with her own insecurites, and as if her mess of a love life couldn't get any more complicated, the resident bad boy suddenly takes a morbid interest in her. How will she deal with a human that hates what she is, a werewolf that skips town on her, and a smartass vampire that can't seem to leave her alone?Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Caroline F. & Damon S. - Chapters: 14 - Words: 58,678 - Reviews: 239 - Favs: 67 - Follows: 105 - Updated: 12-03-12 - Published: 03-20-11 - id: 6838740
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Caroline Forbes awoke in the morning when soft tendrils of the new day sunlight streamed in through her window and onto her face. She inwardly cursed herself for leaving the curtains open, grumbling to no one in particular about how she hated the morning time. No one would believe that Caroline Forbes was not a morning person, especially when taking the seemingly never-ending amount of energy she exuded into account. She felt the stiff muscles of her body ache with every move she made in an attempt to stretch her limbs as she clenched her eyes shut tightly, refusing to open them and wanting to stay curled up in her comfy bed.
Planting her face into her overly plush pillow, she took a deep breath and her nostrils were filled with the scent of her sheets and a peculiarly familiar smell. It was rich, masculine and oddly comforting and she nuzzled her face further into her pillow, wanting just a bit more. In the mix of smells, she was suddenly greeted with a fragrance that she was well-accustomed too. The coppery aroma filled her senses and she felt herself growing hungry.
And then, like an impact of a car crash, it hit her. Caroline sat up in bed with a jolt, vaguely taking notice of her state of undress and took in her surroundings. There was a large amount of feathers scattered about her bed and floor, and she found herself wondering if this was how Bella Swan felt after her first night with Edward Cullen. Quickly shaking the thought from her mind, Caroline also noted that it seemed almost all of the decorations she had on her walls were now scattered haphazardly on her floor, the glass from the photo frames shattered. In the midst of all the destruction, she saw it. Blood. It was everywhere, on her sheets, on the walls, on her now broken furniture.
Caroline feared the worst, trying to recall how she had ended up in her bed and how the blood had gotten there. What had she done the night before? She hazily remembered sitting at home alone, attempting drowning herself in her mother's poorly hidden liquor, contemplating what to do about the whole Tyler/Matt situation. She hated that things had gotten so complicated.
She really wasn't in the mood for so much drama, especially after the whole ordeal with Jules and her little wolf friends. And Tyler...she remembered thinking about their shared kiss and how she had enjoyed the feeling of his lips against hers. And then downing another gulp of the fiery liquid to stop her thoughts, she refused to lust after a werewolf. Then there was a knock at her door and she was tempted to ignore it, thinking it was Stefan coming to check up on her again, but she figured she could just shoo him off with an "I'm fine" like she had done so a couple days ago.
However, when she lazily opened the door, she wasn't met with Stefan's golden-brown eyes, but instead, they were a shade of icy blue.
Shit. DAMON. She shook her head vigorously, feeling somewhat reminiscent on the first time she had slept with Damon. Except this time, it looked as if someone had been murdered in her sheets. She turned her head slowly, looking to the other side of her bed where Damon had once slept, fully expecting him to be sleeping soundly like he had the last time, but hoping he wasn't at the same time. And she breathed a sigh of relief when the remainder of her bed was empty. Maybe she had just gotten really drunk, killed a couple rabbits and brought them back to her room. She inwardly cringed at the thought of a rotting rabbit carcass somewhere in her bedroom. But she decided she would much rather it be a dead rabbit than the likes of Damon Salvatore. Unless he was dead, of course.
Caroline groaned, running her fingers through her blonde locks, which were partially caked with dried blood, and when her fingers skimmed over her neck, she flinched when she touched a particularly sore spot. She needed a shower. Now.
Caroline threw herself back down in her blood streaked sheets and audibly growled, frustrated that she had no idea what was going on. She had a million thoughts racing through her brain and somewhere in the back of her mind she thanked whomever was up there that she didn't have a hangover. She wondered if it was some cool vampire trick because she was pretty sure she had finished her mother's stash, although she didn't exactly remember feeling wasted.
"Good morning, sunshine." Caroline froze. CRAP. And suddenly, just like that, the events of the previous night came crashing back to her like some kind of twisted movie she didn't want to watch.
A/N: Posted this on LJ. Figured I'd add it here.