Fic: Impressions
Title: Impressions
Fandom: the Vampire Diaries
Pairing: slight Stefan/Caroline
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 700
Warnings: blood, language
Summary: Stefan takes Caroline out hunting. AU after 2.03, I guess.
Author's Notes: First fic in a long time, and first in this fandom. Also, it's been a while since I've written in a new fandom. A lot of firsts, OK?
Caroline was the first to admit (well, maybe not the first, but she probably wouldn’t disagree with someone who brought it up in a non-mean way) that she wasn’t exactly the best with reading people right off the bat.
She didn’t remember her first impression of Matt, given that they were babies, but when they were growing up, he was always fun, cute, slightly boring, and obviously Elena’s. She’d always thought he was off-limits, to the extent where she didn’t even really think of him that way. OK, she thought about him that way a little, because she’s only human, but nothing serious.
And Matt ended up telling her he loved her at the worst possible time.
Then there was Damon. Her first impression of him was also fuzzy, but it was definitely something along the lines of “Hello, salty goodness”.
That ended up with her by herself in her hospital bed, with horrible memories slamming into her, one after the other, as the magic that let her forget was ripped away.
But Caroline was pretty sure she had been right about Stefan.
“You know, squirrels aren’t actually that cute close up,” Caroline said, a little disappointed, as its limp body drops to the floor, and she licks the last droplets of blood from her lips. God, being a vampire is so gross.
“It’s the tails, I think.” Stefan lifted his head from the bunny (so far Caroline hadn’t been able to bring herself to eat bunnies) in his hands. “Otherwise they look sort of like rats.”
Caroline liked that about Stefan - other guys probably wouldn’t have opinions on squirrels, much less treat them seriously.
She liked that he took her seriously. Even Matt, who’d been the only guy who’d ever said he’d loved her, other than her dad, always acted like she was stupid half the time. Maybe even more than half.
Caroline pursed her lips. “They do sort of look like rats.” She looked back down at the bunny, and then she realized that she was getting blood on her boots. She squeaked with disgust and sat down on a stump to wipe it off. She has ruined so many clothes this week. And she’s almost out of dark eyeshadow.
Stefan smiled at her. “What’s wrong?”
She mumbled something about having to get a whole new wardrobe. A killing-things wardrobe. There was nothing in her life that wasn’t ruined by being a vampire. Nothing.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get a better at keeping it clean.”
Caroline looked up at him. OK, maybe not everything.
The thing is, after Stefan had shot her down at that first party, she’d been determined to hate him, because he was just another guy who liked Elena so damn much. And yeah, Elena was fun and smart and kind and gorgeous, so it was probably only right that she got all the boys, but it sort of sucked for anyone in close proximity who wanted to get laid.
But it had been impossible. To hate him, she meant. He was just so damn… likeable. And besides, then she’d had Damon, so she hadn’t had to hate him anymore, which made things easier. But it wasn’t as if they were best friends, or anything.
Caroline wondered if maybe he was her best friend now.
Bonnie hated her. Caroline could see it whenever she looked at her. Bonnie hated her, and it killed her, because Bonnie was the one who was always there for her, even if Caroline had flaked out when it turned out that Bonnie was a witch (but, seriously, a witch?).
So Stefan being here for her, helping her… it meant a lot to Caroline. Too much, she thought.
Caroline finished polishing off her boots, and Stefan held out a hand to help her up. Caroline took it, tentatively, and it wasn’t warm, like boys’ hands usually were, but it was nice all the same.
Caroline had wanted Stefan, that first night. But he’d been Elena’s. He was still Elena’s.
“You still hungry?” Stefan asked, like he was worried about her.
Caroline had never been able to resist loving those who cared about her. God knows not many people did.
“No,” she said, smiling a little sadly. “I’m fine.”
Fandom: the Vampire Diaries
Pairing: slight Stefan/Caroline
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 700
Warnings: blood, language
Summary: Stefan takes Caroline out hunting. AU after 2.03, I guess.
Author's Notes: First fic in a long time, and first in this fandom. Also, it's been a while since I've written in a new fandom. A lot of firsts, OK?
Caroline was the first to admit (well, maybe not the first, but she probably wouldn’t disagree with someone who brought it up in a non-mean way) that she wasn’t exactly the best with reading people right off the bat.
She didn’t remember her first impression of Matt, given that they were babies, but when they were growing up, he was always fun, cute, slightly boring, and obviously Elena’s. She’d always thought he was off-limits, to the extent where she didn’t even really think of him that way. OK, she thought about him that way a little, because she’s only human, but nothing serious.
And Matt ended up telling her he loved her at the worst possible time.
Then there was Damon. Her first impression of him was also fuzzy, but it was definitely something along the lines of “Hello, salty goodness”.
That ended up with her by herself in her hospital bed, with horrible memories slamming into her, one after the other, as the magic that let her forget was ripped away.
But Caroline was pretty sure she had been right about Stefan.
“You know, squirrels aren’t actually that cute close up,” Caroline said, a little disappointed, as its limp body drops to the floor, and she licks the last droplets of blood from her lips. God, being a vampire is so gross.
“It’s the tails, I think.” Stefan lifted his head from the bunny (so far Caroline hadn’t been able to bring herself to eat bunnies) in his hands. “Otherwise they look sort of like rats.”
Caroline liked that about Stefan - other guys probably wouldn’t have opinions on squirrels, much less treat them seriously.
She liked that he took her seriously. Even Matt, who’d been the only guy who’d ever said he’d loved her, other than her dad, always acted like she was stupid half the time. Maybe even more than half.
Caroline pursed her lips. “They do sort of look like rats.” She looked back down at the bunny, and then she realized that she was getting blood on her boots. She squeaked with disgust and sat down on a stump to wipe it off. She has ruined so many clothes this week. And she’s almost out of dark eyeshadow.
Stefan smiled at her. “What’s wrong?”
She mumbled something about having to get a whole new wardrobe. A killing-things wardrobe. There was nothing in her life that wasn’t ruined by being a vampire. Nothing.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get a better at keeping it clean.”
Caroline looked up at him. OK, maybe not everything.
The thing is, after Stefan had shot her down at that first party, she’d been determined to hate him, because he was just another guy who liked Elena so damn much. And yeah, Elena was fun and smart and kind and gorgeous, so it was probably only right that she got all the boys, but it sort of sucked for anyone in close proximity who wanted to get laid.
But it had been impossible. To hate him, she meant. He was just so damn… likeable. And besides, then she’d had Damon, so she hadn’t had to hate him anymore, which made things easier. But it wasn’t as if they were best friends, or anything.
Caroline wondered if maybe he was her best friend now.
Bonnie hated her. Caroline could see it whenever she looked at her. Bonnie hated her, and it killed her, because Bonnie was the one who was always there for her, even if Caroline had flaked out when it turned out that Bonnie was a witch (but, seriously, a witch?).
So Stefan being here for her, helping her… it meant a lot to Caroline. Too much, she thought.
Caroline finished polishing off her boots, and Stefan held out a hand to help her up. Caroline took it, tentatively, and it wasn’t warm, like boys’ hands usually were, but it was nice all the same.
Caroline had wanted Stefan, that first night. But he’d been Elena’s. He was still Elena’s.
“You still hungry?” Stefan asked, like he was worried about her.
Caroline had never been able to resist loving those who cared about her. God knows not many people did.
“No,” she said, smiling a little sadly. “I’m fine.”