A/N Hi, everyone!
I couldn't help myself. I haven't written a Damon fic in a long time and I couldn't resist adding in Klaus. I love the two of them, as always, I love the bad boys.
I hope you like the first chapter!
If you don't like the idea of this story, please don't leave a review because it's not helpful to the person who spent a long time writing something only for someone to be cruel.
Anyway, to those who do like the idea of it, I hope you enjoy it!
Be Mine
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You don't own me; I'm not just one of your many toys
You don't own me, don't say I can't go with other boys
Don't tell me what to do and don't tell me what to say
I'm young, and I love to be young, and I'm free, and I love to be free
To live my life the way I want, to say and do whatever I please
You don't own me
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"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes; I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
― Marilyn Monroe
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"No! Please! Stop! Please stop! Please!"
Caroline let out a painful scream as the sun glared at her, burning her skin, making tears sting her eyes though she didn't let them drop, she didn't want her father to see her cry.
Bill released the chain, closing the slats and the cellar went dim, a sigh of relief following when Caroline slumped forward. Bill watched Caroline carefully as made his way over to her, her head raising when he appeared in front of her.
"I don't hurt anyone, I swear. Dad, I swear."She sobbed as she looked up at her father, eyes at the brim with tears that threatened to spill over."I can handle the urges. I can!"
"If you could handle it, this wouldn't happen."
He kneeled down in front of her, placing a blood bag in front of her, eyes carefully studying her face. She managed to resist for a few seconds until veins started to appear underneath her eyes.
"Daddy, i-"
Bill's jaw clenched as he bowed his head, shaking his head with a disappointed sigh.
"I'm sorry!"Caroline cried out, sniffing as the tears fell from her eyes."I'm sorry."
He said nothing and got to his feet, clutching the blood bag in his hand and circled his daughter. Or what was an illusion of his daughter.
"Your sister wanted to come with me to see you."He murmured, not attempting to speak any louder as he knew Caroline could hear him. He tossed aside the blood bag, wiping a hand down his face in exasperation as he spoke."She felt bad she left it so long, she had your birthday present prepared."
Caroline raised her head at the mention of her older sister, bottom lip wobbling at the sorrow laced in his voice. Despite all he'd done to her Caroline still felt a pang in her heart at the hurt on her father's features and, for some reason, still wanted his approval.
"Cherie? Does she know?"
Bill slowly nodded, slowing his pace and came to a stop behind the chair, unable to look his daughter in the eyes.
"She does and, just like your mother, she still believes that you're still Caroline."He wrung his hands together as he spoke, determined to keep his stance on his daughter's transformation."She believes you're still sunshine."
Head slowly raising, Caroline urgently nodded, sanguinely laughing in hopes her father could see. That he could see she still was, and always would be, sunshine. She was still Caroline.
"I am, Daddy!"Her voice broke as sobs replaced her laughter."I am!"
He shook his head, disappointment in his eyes."No, you're not and, until I can have you associate vampirism with pain, until I can bring you closer to what you were, you are not her sister."
"Daddy, please don't take Cherie from me! You can't do this!"Caroline implored, more wetness filling her eyes as her cheeks streaked with tears, her voice croaky from all the screaming."I-If mom and Cher can still see that I'm still Caroline, then so can you!"
"No, I can't. I have to do this; I have to-"
Caroline shouted out his name, desperately shaking her head, attempting to turn to get a glimpse of him.
"That's impossible!"She yelled, biting down on her lip to stop the whimper when she heard him sigh. When she spoke again, it was barely above a whisper."Daddy, you can't change who I am."
"Yes, I can."
She fought against her bounds as she heard her father amble his way over to where the chain was, eyes wide in fright when she thought of what was to happen.
"No."
He grabbed it, screwing his eyes closed to shut out his daughter's pleading, fingers locking around the chain.
"You remember this feeling?"
Caroline silently pleaded as he began to pull on the chain, screams ripping from her throat when he yanked it open.
"No! No! No! No, no!"
"NO!"
Caroline let out a gasp as her eyes snapped open and she sat up straight, eyes wide as she looked around, rubbing her wrist and holding them to her chest defensively to make sure that she wasn't still tied to the chair. Gaze trailed around the room; Caroline let out a relieved sigh when she noticed that she was in her bed, in her room, in her home.
She was home.
Her mind flashed back to the flashback/dream she'd had about her father's torture. The harsh things he had said to her had broken her heart.
How could he hate her so much?
Caroline inhaled sharply when she felt a hand on her own and snapped her head up, swallowing the panic and instead let out a small breath of relief when she saw her mother staring down at her.
"It's all right, sweetheart, it's just me."
Caroline's eyes met Liz's who gave her daughter a warm smile, a smile that made Caroline's nerves settling slightly.
"Are you all right?"Liz quietly asked, settling down beside her daughter on the bed."I heard you scream."
Caroline nodded numbly, crossing her arms over her chest."I'm fine. I just-"
"Honey, your dad..."Pausing, Liz tried to come up with a way how to explain the reasoning behind her daughter's father torturing her."all our families, we have beliefs that have been passed on through generations. And we were taught never to stray from them. "
"I-"Caroline's brows furrowed, a glimmer of resentment in her eyes despite the lump in her throat forming."You did."
"I did."Liz restated, looking down at their joined hands, her free one patting Caroline's gently as she smiled."You taught me to look at things in a different way."
"I just thought that he was the one who got me."
"He did."Liz comfortingly rubbed her daughter's hand, firmly adding."He will again."
"H-H said that I'm not Cherie's sister until I'm better."Caroline whispered, toying with a stray thread of her comforter."But...But i'm never getting better, mom. What if she learns from him? To hate me?"
"That's impossible, sweetie."Liz shook her head with a small laugh."You're sisters. She loves you."
Liz softly pecked her daughter's temple, squeezed her hand before letting go. She offered Caroline another gentle smile before making a move to stand up. Caroline gasped, head snapping up and reached out for her mother's hand again, not prepared to be left alone.
"Mom-"
The door opening once again caught Caroline's attention, and the vampire's head snapped up when she felt a familiar presence. A presence she hadn't felt in a while. Her eyes sought it out, and they widened when her blue orbs landed on the figure standing in the doorway.
Cherie.
Caroline wiped her wet cheek, lips quirking up hopefully."Cher?"
"Mom showed me how to heat it up just how you like it."Cherie smiled as she ambled into the room, carrying Caroline's favorite mug."I also brought back the Friends boxset I stole from you so we can binge on it until we fall asleep."
Caroline's lips parted in shock, unable to process what was happening.
"You're here."She finally stated, sounding a mix between puzzled and relieved, not noticing as her mother let go of her hand and stood."You're, uh, you're here?"
Offering up no explanation, Cherie's grin remained as she pulled out the box set from behind her back and sat down on the best next to her sister, the spot their mother had been sitting on, placing the mug on the bedside table.
"Seasons one to ten."Cherie passed their mother with a small smile, eyes on her sister."You and me."
Liz lingered at the doorframe, lips quirking up into a small smile at the sight of her two girls together again. As close as they had been growing up, they had become distant and somewhat estranged due to the fact Cherie had decided to live with their father after their parents' divorce. And considering their parents hadn't parted on good terms, something that hadn't helped the fact, the pair had felt abandoned by the other.
But Liz always knew they would find one another again.
"I'll leave you girls to it."
The pair turned and smiled at their mother as she left, shutting the door behind her.
Cherie turned back to her little sister, tilting her head as Caroline's hand found hers.
"Tell me, do you sparkle like those ridiculous movies that you like?"
Caroline smiled and shook her head, bowing her head to hide the wetness in her eyes, but a stray tear escaped and ran down her cheek. Caroline's lower lip wobbled, and Cherie let out a breathy, sad sigh before kicking off her shoes, crawling underneath the sheets.
"It's okay, Care. It'll all be fine."
"How can it be fine?"Caroline asked, tone laced with devastation as her lower lip quivered. She peered up at her sister."Daddy hates me."
Cherie covered them both with the blankets as Caroline rested her head on her elder sister's shoulder, tears running down her cheeks.
"Dad is stuck in his ways; he might come around."Cherie whispered, wiping Caroline's tears away before shrugging, voice lowering."He might not, but we don't need him. That's what I told him; that's what I told mom, and that's what I'm telling you."
Caroline raised her head, looking up at her sister."You left him?"
"Of course,"Cherie replied with a stern tone brushing a lock of stray hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear."Don't waste your tears, Care. Mom still loves you; your friends still love you and-"
Caroline tilted her head up with a look that made Cherie pause and suffer a pang to her chest when she saw the questioning glimmer in her sister's eyes.
"And I still love you. You're my sister, Caroline."She whispered, grabbing the mug off of the bedside table and handing it to her sister."And you'll always be my sister. It doesn't matter if you're a vampire or a-a Smurf."
Caroline's lips quirked upwards into a small smile, a smile that grew when Cherie handed her sister the mug of blood before settling down beside her. She moved with least amount of movement as possible because Caroline looked too comfortable with her head on Cherie's shoulder.
The pair sat in silence as Cherie placed the disk into the laptop DVD drive and began to set up the show for them to start the first season. Caroline watched her sister for a small while to calm herself down, somewhat relieved that Cherie didn't seem grossed out at the fact her sister was sipping blood beside her while awaiting for their favorite show to begin.
Curious, yes, but not grossed out.
"Right."Cherie muttered, resting back against the headboard and securing the laptop on her lap."One out of ten, Caroline, here we go."
The pair sat in comfortable silence as the theme tune started up, the nostalgia hitting the sisters hard as memories of being contently seated in front of the television screen while bickering over the 'we were on a break' lines came to their minds.
"Love you, Cher."
"I know."Cherie instantly murmured, eyes still focused on Caroline's laptop screen, but she shifted impossibly closer to her sister, tilting her head so that it rested atop of Caroline's."Love you more."
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