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Life had officially sucked lately for Caroline Forbes. Like official Week From Hell sucked. First off, there was the whole 'Let's all kiss Caroline' issue, and seriously...didn't they know that she was the one who got to decide who she kissed? This whole grab the girl and kiss her thing was so fifty years ago and totally not as cool as they seemed

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[vampbarbie]

No? Seriously? No? That was Damon Salvatore's response? As if this was somehow her fault and he was mortally, or immortally, offended by her existence. Well, wasn't that just awesome? Ugh. What had she ever seen in him? You know...aside from the looks and the arguable charm and the sex appeal and...that was so not the point. She had more self respect than to fall for any of that now. No matter what she'd said to Bonnie about not being picky, she was Caroline Forbes and she didn't have to settle for being treated badly by anyone, least of all Damon Salvatore.

"Doing what?" she said with a hand on her hip and a raised eyebrow. "Because I don't recall asking you to do anything. So if you don't have anything useful to say, why don't you just go on your merry way, because I am so not in the mood for you, Damon." She had meant what she'd said to Tyler. What had happened to her was never going to happen again. Because she wasn't going to take any crap. And she wasn't going to let anyone push her around. She was strong and she was a survivor and it was about time she started to show it.

"Go on," she said. "Don't you have somewhere else to be. I'm sure there's someone else you can annoy if you put your mind to it."

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Since when did she do these little speeches?!

Damon surpressed an irritated snarl as he turned around, his expression cooling down in degrees by leaps and bounds as he faced Caroline. Apparently, he was going to have to do this. As much as he didn't want to deal with her being here, Caroline had forced his hand.

"While I think it's just wonderful that you've managed to successfully grow a pair?" And suddenly he was in front of her, drawing himself up to his full height so he could lean over her properly. Something about the look she was giving him told him that might not work quite as well as it usually would. "Now really isn't the time for it."

Wasn't that a frustrating notion. "In case you haven't picked up on it yet, we've been kidnapped to a mock five star resort, and there's no way out. Which sounds great in theory, but hasn't turned out to be the most fantastic time so far."

[vampbarbie]

There had been a time when Damon doing his intimidating leaning thing would have been...well...intimidating. But Caroline had been through scarier things than being glared at by Damon Salvatore. So instead of shrinking back or apologizing, she met his stare with her own, not backing down in the slightest. She was Caroline Forbes. She was the HBIC of Mystic Falls High School and she was a badass vampire. It was about time she remembered that.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said sarcastically, "am I supposed to just sit tight and not get in your way? Because, newsflash, not happening. So like I said, stop being a dick or back the hell off. Because, there's some bizarro world you made up in your head where I need to do what you say and you can be a total ass, but that's not the world we live in." At least it wasn't now that he couldn't compel her. It was pretty spot-on for how her life had been before Elena gave her vervain.

"I'm not actually stupid," she said with a roll of her eyes. "I sort of figured it was something like that, which is just about on par with the crazy level lately what with the werewolves and the Originals and the sacrifice thing. Actually, no. This is comparatively nice. Now, I'm getting a drink. You can...tag along or run along or something. I don't actually care." There? See? She could totally do this.

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More speeches. When he couldn't shut her up before, it was at least inane teenage babble, and so much easier to tune out. But now it was speeches. Self righteous little speeches that weren't just fighting Stefan's crap for the gold, but were still trying to be just as nonsensical as she was when she'd still spoken Babbling Teenager.

"Whoa. Wait a second." If he didn't drop about eighty percent of what he'd just heard from his memory, Damon was sure he was going to take Caroline's head off her shoulders. So, God help him, he was trying. Regardless of that familiar itch in his hands to grab and shred the offending mass of blonde.

Besides, that was what he felt most of the time around her anyway.

"First of all," The nudge for her to take a few steps back, even though it'd been him that'd invaded her space, carried a dash of extra strength behind it. Just enough to send her back and make himself feel better. "Respecting your elders is always a good life lesson. Especially when they're fully capable of shortening that shiny new lifespan you've picked up. Drastically."

She needed to send this ridiculous new attitude packing back to whatever hell it'd spawned from. Before the insane side of it forced her to start speaking in tongues. "Second of all, what the hell are you talking about?"