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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The sun had risen on Mystic Falls, casting a warm, golden glow over the town and illuminating the intricate details of the historic buildings. The chirping of birds and the gentle rustle of leaves filled the air, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere. But Caroline Forbes felt anything but peaceful. Her blonde hair was tousled, and her eyes were bleary, a clear indication that she had not slept well. She had spent the night tossing and turning, unable to shake off the feeling of restlessness that had settled deep in her gut for some reason.
As she rubbed her tired eyes, she couldn't help but groan at the sight of Damon Salvatore perched on the edge of her bed, looking far too awake for her liking. He was the epitome of danger and mystery, with his jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes. Caroline couldn't deny that he was handsome, but she also knew that he was an annoying prick.
She blinked several times to make sure she wasn't dreaming. But the figure of Demon Salvatore still remained, perched on the edge of her bed like he owned the place. His smoldering gaze locked on her, and she couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine.
"What are you doing here, Damon?" she asked, her voice laced with irritation. She sat up, pulling the sheets closer to her chest and glaring at him. Caroline was not in the mood for his antics this early in the morning.
Damon flashed her a smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Just thought I'd pop in for a little morning chat, Blondie," he replied smoothly as he leaned back, propping himself up with his hands behind him. Caroline couldn't help but notice the way his muscles rippled under his shirt as he moved.
She rolled her eyes. "Oh joy. How did I get so lucky?" she muttered under her breath, shooting him a scathing look.
Damon chuckled. "You're always such a ray of sunshine, Barbie."
She shot him a withering look. "You're one to talk. So, what's the big news?" The blonde was growing increasingly impatient, wondering why Damon had chosen to visit her at this ungodly hour.
Damon's expression turned serious, and Caroline immediately tensed. She knew that whenever he was serious, trouble was not far behind. "There's been a change of plans," he said, his voice low and ominous.
Caroline's heart rate quickened. "What kind of change?" she asked, dreading the answer.
Damon leaned in closer to her, his face only inches from hers. Caroline could feel his breath on her skin, sending shudders down her spine. "The kind of change that involves you and me," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Caroline's eyes widened in alarm. "What are you talking about?" she asked, feeling as though the ground was shifting beneath her feet.
Damon smiled a wicked smile. "I need your opinion on something," he said, his eyes glittering with anticipation.
"Can you out with it already? I'm really not in the mood for games today," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.
Damon leaned back against the wall, his expression thoughtful. "Stefan's offered to help me open the tomb."
