Caroline Forbes: Women Love Fest Day 6
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Spoilers: up to 2x22
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 700
A/N Prompted by mlekopijca, corrected by idrilka. After Klaus life in Mystic Falls comes back to normal. Caroline's POV. Crack. Sorry about that, but today has been all "Headache: The Sequel" and I couldn't think of anything more ambitious :(. Also, I don't usually write fic in English, so be warned.
"So... Why did we kill this vampire, again?"
"He robbed a blood bank," Alaric says pointedly.
"Yeah. So we killed him, and now we're taking his contraband to stash it at Damon's, because...?"
"Oh, they couldn't use it in a hospital anyway, it's all... defrosted. They couldn't, right?"
"That's how hot-dogs work, Rick."
"Whatever. Just grab the bag, Caroline."
"Just saying... Double standards, that's what it is."
"Caroline..."
"Jeez, ok! Grabbing, see? Grabbing!"
Hunting with Alaric ― every day a new kind of fun.
***
They live like a big, happy, dysfunctional family right now, and Caroline doesn't even blink when on Monday morning Tyler calls to ask her if she could go to the blacksmith and pick up his chains before school. When she is on her way, Mother Hen Alaric texts to remind her that she is coming to dinner this evening, so she makes a mental note to bring some blood, because if it's Rick who makes the food, then she'd better had backup.
She leaves the chains in the trunk of her car and of course she is late for History. Alaric is greenish from lack of sleep and there are several scratches on his face. Honestly, he looks as if he were chasing vampires all around the woods last night. That, or a really rough date. Or both, which is possible, because Caroline was hunting with him only till 2am, and then he was supposed to deliver the blood bags to the Boarding House, in which case... Focus on Watergate, Caroline, just focus on Watergate...
***
From: Caroline
To: Elena
Hey, who's cooking tonight?
From: Elena
To: Caroline
Rick&Jer.
From: Caroline
To: Elena
OMG
From: Elena
To: Caroline
IKR?
***
Caroline can smell the smoke from three blocks away, but she just tries to blame vampire senses.
"Hey, Care, where is Tyler?" Jeremy asks, stepping from the kitchen for a moment.
"It's this time of the month."
"Oh, right, I forgot! So, he's not coming?"
"Nope, he's chaining himself up in the old cellar, I'm leaving early to keep him company."
"With chains? Kinky."
She was considering vamping out for a moment to scare him, but then Rick entered the hall to say hello, and, oh God, whoever told that guy that he should walk around wearing a huge apron with huge, manic, multicolored strawberries just deserved to be eaten.
"Do we have food?," she asks when she hears Elena's steps on the stairs.
"I kinda hoped you'd bring some. But hey, I still have a place to live!"
So an hour later half-drunk Damon barges in with five boxes of pizza and a bottle of something suspicious, and Caroline's day is just complete. When she is leaving, Elena tries to pack a bunny into a lunchbox for her, while Alaric heroically pretends that the lasagna he made is actually edible, and Jeremy...
***
"...was walking around the living room making a poll whether lycanthropy was worse than having a period. So, how was your day?"
"Well, I spent a good part of the afternoon checking if the chains would hold," Tyler says cheerfully and starts unbuttoning his shirt.
"Seriously, is this our life now?"
"I guess..."
"Right now my history teacher is probably playing some Buffy drinking game with my jerk of an ex at my best friend's house, and my other best friend is conjuring candles before she and her boyfriend have very romantic sex on conjured rose petals. And friend number one just gave me a bunny!"
"Care, I'm chaining myself up in a cellar in my old family house so that I don't eat you tonight. So no high moral ground here."
"That's what I mean! Can you even believe this?"
"What, the drinking game? Well, a vampire with a soul, on a mission for redemption, trying to right his own wrongs but suffering, haunted by his old misgivings..."
"Oh, shut up!" Caroline yells, throwing an empty lunchbox at him. "Damon is not like Angel."
"I don't know. I mean, all the brooding..."
"We already talked about that! Stefan is Angel. Damon is Spike."
"Well, yeah. But think about it, if Damon is Angel, then Alaric..."
By the time they finish laughing, Caroline can’t help but think that even the bunny looks at them with disbelief. Well, just another Monday.
Spoilers: up to 2x22
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 700
A/N Prompted by mlekopijca, corrected by idrilka. After Klaus life in Mystic Falls comes back to normal. Caroline's POV. Crack. Sorry about that, but today has been all "Headache: The Sequel" and I couldn't think of anything more ambitious :(. Also, I don't usually write fic in English, so be warned.
"So... Why did we kill this vampire, again?"
"He robbed a blood bank," Alaric says pointedly.
"Yeah. So we killed him, and now we're taking his contraband to stash it at Damon's, because...?"
"Oh, they couldn't use it in a hospital anyway, it's all... defrosted. They couldn't, right?"
"That's how hot-dogs work, Rick."
"Whatever. Just grab the bag, Caroline."
"Just saying... Double standards, that's what it is."
"Caroline..."
"Jeez, ok! Grabbing, see? Grabbing!"
Hunting with Alaric ― every day a new kind of fun.
***
They live like a big, happy, dysfunctional family right now, and Caroline doesn't even blink when on Monday morning Tyler calls to ask her if she could go to the blacksmith and pick up his chains before school. When she is on her way, Mother Hen Alaric texts to remind her that she is coming to dinner this evening, so she makes a mental note to bring some blood, because if it's Rick who makes the food, then she'd better had backup.
She leaves the chains in the trunk of her car and of course she is late for History. Alaric is greenish from lack of sleep and there are several scratches on his face. Honestly, he looks as if he were chasing vampires all around the woods last night. That, or a really rough date. Or both, which is possible, because Caroline was hunting with him only till 2am, and then he was supposed to deliver the blood bags to the Boarding House, in which case... Focus on Watergate, Caroline, just focus on Watergate...
***
From: Caroline
To: Elena
Hey, who's cooking tonight?
From: Elena
To: Caroline
Rick&Jer.
From: Caroline
To: Elena
OMG
From: Elena
To: Caroline
IKR?
***
Caroline can smell the smoke from three blocks away, but she just tries to blame vampire senses.
"Hey, Care, where is Tyler?" Jeremy asks, stepping from the kitchen for a moment.
"It's this time of the month."
"Oh, right, I forgot! So, he's not coming?"
"Nope, he's chaining himself up in the old cellar, I'm leaving early to keep him company."
"With chains? Kinky."
She was considering vamping out for a moment to scare him, but then Rick entered the hall to say hello, and, oh God, whoever told that guy that he should walk around wearing a huge apron with huge, manic, multicolored strawberries just deserved to be eaten.
"Do we have food?," she asks when she hears Elena's steps on the stairs.
"I kinda hoped you'd bring some. But hey, I still have a place to live!"
So an hour later half-drunk Damon barges in with five boxes of pizza and a bottle of something suspicious, and Caroline's day is just complete. When she is leaving, Elena tries to pack a bunny into a lunchbox for her, while Alaric heroically pretends that the lasagna he made is actually edible, and Jeremy...
***
"...was walking around the living room making a poll whether lycanthropy was worse than having a period. So, how was your day?"
"Well, I spent a good part of the afternoon checking if the chains would hold," Tyler says cheerfully and starts unbuttoning his shirt.
"Seriously, is this our life now?"
"I guess..."
"Right now my history teacher is probably playing some Buffy drinking game with my jerk of an ex at my best friend's house, and my other best friend is conjuring candles before she and her boyfriend have very romantic sex on conjured rose petals. And friend number one just gave me a bunny!"
"Care, I'm chaining myself up in a cellar in my old family house so that I don't eat you tonight. So no high moral ground here."
"That's what I mean! Can you even believe this?"
"What, the drinking game? Well, a vampire with a soul, on a mission for redemption, trying to right his own wrongs but suffering, haunted by his old misgivings..."
"Oh, shut up!" Caroline yells, throwing an empty lunchbox at him. "Damon is not like Angel."
"I don't know. I mean, all the brooding..."
"We already talked about that! Stefan is Angel. Damon is Spike."
"Well, yeah. But think about it, if Damon is Angel, then Alaric..."
By the time they finish laughing, Caroline can’t help but think that even the bunny looks at them with disbelief. Well, just another Monday.