What would happen if Caroline knew about vampires way before the Salvatore brothers come to Mystic Falls?
ᴅᴀᴍᴏɴ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛɪᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ꜰᴇᴡ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴄᴇʟʟꜱ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴏᴋᴀʏ?
The Vampire Diaries 🧛♂️ 🧛♀️...
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Caroline closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight of the night. Damon's struggles had taken a toll on her too, and she needed a few moments to herself before she could fully relax. As she sat there in her living room, she couldn't help but think back to the way he had looked at her. His piercing blue eyes had been filled with so much pain, so much longing.
Caroline shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She couldn't afford to get caught up in Damon's emotions. She had her own life to live, and her own problems to deal with. And yet, there was a part of her that couldn't help but feel drawn to him, that couldn't help but want to take care of him.
She opened her eyes and looked around her home. The soft glow of the lamp in the corner cast a warm light on the room, and the gentle hum of the air conditioner provided soothing background noise. Everything was in its place, just the way she liked it and yet everything seemed like a mess.
The blonde was curled up on her sofa, her hand reaching out for the remote control. She was in the mood to catch up on her favorite show, uninterrupted by the outside world. As the clock ticked closer to her designated viewing time, she felt a sense of anticipation that was almost palpable. With a deep sigh of contentment, she finally allowed herself to relax into the cushions and reached out to grab the remote control.
Just as she was about to switch on the TV, there was a sudden, insistent knocking on her front door. Caroline frowned in confusion, wondering who could be calling on her at this time of the evening. She wasn't expecting anyone, and her mind raced as she tried to imagine who it might be. Perhaps it was Damon, the guy who loved invading her private time. Or maybe it was her mother, returning from her night shift at the station.
Caroline got up from the couch, feeling a sense of trepidation as she made her way toward the front door. Her hand hovered over the doorknob for a moment before she finally turned it, pulling the door open to reveal two girls standing on the other side. There, standing in front of her, were Bonnie and Elena.
"Hey, Caroline," Bonnie said with a nervous smile.
"Bonnie? Elena? What are you guys doing here?" Caroline asked, surprised.
"We wanted to talk to you," Elena replied, looking serious.
"About what?"
"About vampires," Bonnie said, her smile fading.
Caroline's heart skipped a beat. She knew exactly where this was going. "Okay," she said hesitantly. "Come in."
The three girls made their way to the living room, and Caroline offered them a seat on the couch. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She had been hiding the truth from her friends for too long, and now it seemed like she couldn't avoid it any longer.
"What do you want to know?" Caroline asked, looking at Elena and Bonnie.
