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❝temporary truce❞
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN KATHERINE'S STAYING WITH YOU NOW?"
Caroline's incredulous tone is practically screeched through the phone, and Damon pulls his phone away from his ear with a wince. "You just said what I mean. It's all part of Klaus's plan apparently, and I really can't bother him right now, he's got some precious cargo of mine."
"Okay, well, what am I supposed to do about this girl's night thing?" Caroline lowers her voice to a whisper, hearing the girls talking just down the hall in Elena's kitchen. "Jenna's here now, and they're all so mopey."
Damon grimaces at the thought of dealing with a group of emotional teens. "I don't know, cause a distraction."
"What?" Caroline yells, but immediately lowers her voice again as she remembers her current situation. "How am I supposed to cause a distraction when there's five of us? That'd be too obvious."
"I don't know, Caroline, figure it out. I don't trust Katherine enough to leave her in my house alone, and my lovely friends are out for the night. I need you to check on Ric and make sure my compulsion worked and he's not blabbing his mouth to anyone, so do what you have to."
Caroline is silent for a moment, and breaks it with a heaving sigh. "There's live music at the Grill tonight. I can probably convince them to go. I'm sure Ric is there, too."
"Sounds wonderful– oh, and if you run into Stefan, try not to make yourself seem suspicious. He's catching on, and I can't exactly compel his silence."
The blonde vampire scoffs. "Anything else? Maybe I could run to Egypt and back for you if it's on the agenda tonight."
Damon smirks at her sarcasm, and looks at Katherine out of the corner of his eye warily. "Not tonight, Barbie, but maybe tomorrow if we can pencil it in."
"Goodbye, Damon."
Damon hangs up the call and carelessly tosses his phone on the kitchen counter, immediately coming face to face with the smirking doppelgänger stuck in his house. He rolls his eyes and claps his hands down on her shoulders, forcibly moving her out of his path.
"So, I guess I made the right decision to turn Caroline into a vampire. Once again, Katherine's right before anyone else recognizes her genius."
Damon rolls his eyes upwards, glancing to the ceiling and silently cursing whatever karma this torture was for. "Sure, Katherine, whatever you want to tell yourself,"
"Admit it, Damon, almost all of my quote unquote, "wrongdoings", end up being for the better. You're all just so caught up in emotions, and what other people will do if you kill their best friend. It's exhausting." She groans dramatically, and Damon resists the urge to flick her forehead, just to bother her.
