So, I'm Caroline?

Chapter 24 - Welcome To The Bar.

Forbes Residence

It was early morning again and I hold in a sigh. I wasn't able to sleep very well the night before unfortunately. Looking up at the ceiling, "I'm not going." I state bluntly as I frown.

Both of them shift slightly "not going where?" Alaric asks confused.

"To the masquerade thing, I'm going to the bar." I say with a nod. "They have better music too."

"What about Katherine?" Damon asks confused. .

"Eh, I don't really care about Kat." I tell him honestly, why would I? I'm bored and I need to figure out what I want to do other then just drifting along here.

Damon chuckles quietly "Stefan is going to be pissed."

I look at him with a raised eyebrow "You guys don't need me to be there. Besides maybe I can practice my magic some more with Bree, it's not like I understand it completely anyways."

I wonder if I think about books will books appear? Nah, it seems to mostly work when I'm angry about something.

"I'll go with you, it's not like I'm an official part of this town anyways." Alaric suggests. "Besides I'm guessing you want some space from Damon?"

The question causes me to flinch, perhaps I'm too used to not allowing myself to deal with my own issues. It's not like I got time away from my dad or anything you know?

Both their eyes are on me, causing me to shift uncomfortably. "Maybe it'd be good for you to spend time away from me." Damon adds then, sounding bitter "since I've been making you so uncomfortable." When he looks at me his face is hard and angry.

"I'm Sorry" I mutter, I feel really, really bad now. He looks at me a long moment, his blue eyes piercing me as his face softens. Then he's gone.

Maybe I unhealthily attached myself to him and in turn he did the same since we are both so used to being the ones that no one cares for. .

Oh my god, I'm a horrible person. . .

I care for him, I mean that, I care for him, a lot but I can't help but feel a bit scared of him right now either. What if next time he doesn't stop? What if next time he actually kills me?

Sure dying is whatever but . . Despite the oddness of our first meeting we make a pretty good team and he's not bad, he's just not the cookie cutter version of good either.

"He'll be fine you know." Alaric says as he wraps an arm around me. "He's been alive for over 100 years now."

"How did you know that I . ."

"That you were uncomfortable? It's the way you kept trying to force a smile on your face when you flinch. It's okay for you not to be okay Caroline and it's okay for him to be bothered by it. You both need to learn to trust each other and maybe a little bit of space will help you both."

We sat in silence for a while before I get out of bed and grab some clothes. Going to the bathroom and getting ready for the day I come back in a pair of jeans, a tank top and a cropped shrug.

After I'm done I go to the kitchen, make myself a cappuccino and sit at the table. "What time will you be going?" He asks me curiously as he sits down near me.

I look up at him a moment and frown "You don't have to go with me."

"Would it bother you if I do?" Alaric asks me.

"Not really, no. It's just. . You don't have to."

Alaric looks at me a long moment and nods "I'll go with, if you disappear again we'd both be worried."