Caroline was only wanted because not all residents of the boarding house knew that she was staying there. It seemed that the younger of the brothers Salvatore didn't think something like that mattered enough to at least mention it to his older brother. After just having spoken with Stefan and Elena - it was over the phone but trivial details! - Damon didn't exactly expect anyone to be around.
He pulled his jacket off and laid it on the back of the sofa then grabbed one of the clean tumblers. He paused, eyes narrowed and brows drawn together. He shook his head and went on with the task at hand, pouring himself a glass of bourbon. He took only a sip, though, before he set the glass down and went in search of the vaguely familiar sounding voice. "We really need to talk about-" He stopped abruptly in front of one of the various bedrooms and stared, a little wide-eyed, at the blond former cheerleader with her too-large bags. "I think you might have gotten a little confused on your way back to your house."
Caroline whipped around when she heard that familiar voice, jumping a little. Man, she needed to be better about listening when her guard was down. Of course, his words only made her roll her eyes, setting down her cell phone as she lifted one of the bags onto the bed, unzipping it as she spoke, sounding a little too amused, "Nope. I'm your new roommate, Damon."
Damon rolled his eyes as he walked into the room, stopping next to the bed. He looked down at her bag, then hooked his finger over one side of the zipper track, pulling the bag open to peer inside. Of course, he had absolutely no business doing so and figured that she would probably end up telling him as much. Didn't stop him from pulling a few things out of the bag, though. "Maybe you didn't hear, but I don't really do roommates. If he would actually stay gone, I'd get rid of Stefan too."
The moment he reached for bag, pulling it open, she smacked his hand quickly, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, well, it's not your house anymore is it? It's Elena's and she said I could stay." Besides she had no where else to go, not that she'd ever say that. She grabbed the things he pulled out, refolding them as she moved to stick them in the wardrobe. "How can you stand this place? It's so gloomy, there's like... no bright colors."
Of course Elena said she could stay. Why would he ever have thought otherwise? He narrowed his eyes, practically glaring at her, when she smacked his hand, yet that didn't stop him from what he was doing. He pulled a few more things out, examined them, and then tossed them down on the bed as he eyed the second bag. Was that much stuff really necessary? "Well if it's a problem, you don't have to stay, because we just really love living out the stereotype of vampires living in dark, gloomy, dimly lit places."
"It's not that big of a deal," she countered, tilting her head defiantly as she reached for the things he tossed and re-folded them, packing them away into the wardrobe. "Besides, don't even pretend like you don't love my company."
"I wouldn't pretend when it came to something like that." He smirked to himself as he started to wander around the room, looking at this and that. Not like he hadn't seen it all before, though. It was furnished and decorated much like the other unoccupied bedrooms in the house. "Don't you pretend like you weren't absolutely thrilled when this place came up under the topic of places you should stay especially since it gives you the chance to wander into my room with the excuse that you got lost, and the small hope that just maybe I won't turn you away."
And watch out, Damon because a shoe comes flying at his head as she shot him a glare. "Ew, gross." Except for the fact that there'd been a time that what he said was absolutely true, back before she was a vampire, back before everything. "Definitely not happening. Ever. And you're not allowed to come watch me shower." She grabbed a few of her dresses to hang up in the closet before glancing back at him over her shoulder. "Want to share some of that bourbon?"
He barely managed to catch the shoe in time before it hit him. There was a momentary look of complete and utter disdain as he dropped the shoe on the floor. He toed it to the side and gestured in her general direction. "It's nothing I haven't seen before. And I'm not sure if you realize this, but your shoe almost hit me. Dangerous things to throw around." He crossed back to the other side of the room and took a seat on Caroline's new bed. "No, I don't want to. But since it's there and I have a feeling you'd dive right into it just for spite..."
"Oh? It did? I had no idea," she rolled her eyes again, something they both seemed to do a lot around each other, she found. Hanging up her dresses, she moved back to her suitcase, watching him take a seat, ignoring his comment pointing out how he's definitely seen her naked and more. And she tried her best not to flash back to those times.
"I won't drink the really good stuff if that's what you're worried about." She wasn't a bad house guest after all.
Naked and more, and more than once. Quite honestly, he'd enjoyed his time with Caroline, though that was probably largely due to the fact that she was his unknowingly willing slave. He idly pulled something else from her suitcase, toying with it as the unpacking continued. "Oh, I already know that you won't."
While Caroline looked back at their time together a little bitterly. He was definitely hot, sure. And at first he was what she wanted but then he manipulated her, used her, treated her like a piece of trash. It still bothered her. She made a face at his comment before plucking the tank top he grabbed, closing her suitcase to hide the underwear at the bottom.
"It helps me too, you know." The drinking, the numbing effect.
Caroline had been little more than a puppet to him, whose strings were incredibly easy to pull. She didn't even make him work for it. That was just how he saw all humans, though. Well used to, at least. His views on humans had been rapidly changing, as of late. Damon looked up at her when she pulled the shirt from his hands and then stood up. He nodded toward the door. There always seemed to be a direct correlation between alcohol and how tolerable people were, after all. "You and everyone else. Come on."
She set the shirt aside before abandoning the packing to follow him because her cravings felt so bad her teeth were aching and she needed something to curb them until Stefan got home to go 'hunting' with her.
Damon could tell her about the stash of blood bags in the basement, but that would be cheating. He could also take her hunting, himself, should the cravings get to be unbearable. Bigger, tastier game. How any self-respecting vampire could live off of woodland creature blood, Damon would never know. Stefan wasn't exactly self-respecting though which he could understand, if he really tried to understand, but passing his terrible habits off to Caroline? Bad form, little brother.
Heading back to the den, Damon glanced over his shoulder to make sure that Caroline was following along behind. Wouldn't be a huge loss if she wasn't, but there he was, looking anyway. He smiled appreciatively when he finally saw his previously abandoned glass, just sitting and waiting for his return. He ignored it for the moment though and instead got Caroline a drink. It wasn't of what he was drinking, but it was almost as good. "Here." He held out the glass to her before reclaiming his own.
Caroline didn't have the same issue with drinking from the blood bags as Stefan seemed to. But she preferred to hunt with Stefan, to eat animals instead of humans because the temptation sometimes was too unbearable. It just seemed smarter that way. Not to mention she liked being able to support Stefan in his blood-a-holic ways.
Once they arrived in the den and he handed her a glass, she took it. She couldn't tell the difference between the two of their drinks, not that she cared. She didn't drink for the taste, she never had. It was to get drunk when she was human and now it was to do that and curb those craving that made her skin itch. It was like chewing gum when you're hungry except more fun. "Thanks," she murmured, staring down at her glass before moving to sit by the fire place, tucking one of her legs underneath her when she sat. It was going to be weird living here. She twisted her mouth a little before taking a sip of the drink, wincing like she always did at the taste.
He pulled his jacket off and laid it on the back of the sofa then grabbed one of the clean tumblers. He paused, eyes narrowed and brows drawn together. He shook his head and went on with the task at hand, pouring himself a glass of bourbon. He took only a sip, though, before he set the glass down and went in search of the vaguely familiar sounding voice. "We really need to talk about-" He stopped abruptly in front of one of the various bedrooms and stared, a little wide-eyed, at the blond former cheerleader with her too-large bags. "I think you might have gotten a little confused on your way back to your house."
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"I won't drink the really good stuff if that's what you're worried about." She wasn't a bad house guest after all.
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"It helps me too, you know." The drinking, the numbing effect.
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"Lead the way."
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Heading back to the den, Damon glanced over his shoulder to make sure that Caroline was following along behind. Wouldn't be a huge loss if she wasn't, but there he was, looking anyway. He smiled appreciatively when he finally saw his previously abandoned glass, just sitting and waiting for his return. He ignored it for the moment though and instead got Caroline a drink. It wasn't of what he was drinking, but it was almost as good. "Here." He held out the glass to her before reclaiming his own.
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Once they arrived in the den and he handed her a glass, she took it. She couldn't tell the difference between the two of their drinks, not that she cared. She didn't drink for the taste, she never had. It was to get drunk when she was human and now it was to do that and curb those craving that made her skin itch. It was like chewing gum when you're hungry except more fun. "Thanks," she murmured, staring down at her glass before moving to sit by the fire place, tucking one of her legs underneath her when she sat. It was going to be weird living here. She twisted her mouth a little before taking a sip of the drink, wincing like she always did at the taste.
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