FANFIC #BAMON {CHAPTER ONE - REDEMPTION}

A soft but persistent knock sounds at the door that leads into the Salvatore mansion. Caroline stands outside the cool air doing nothing for her irritation; she lifts her hand to knock again this time louder as she bounces on her heels. She raises her hand to the door once more to knock just when a man’s voice hollers from behind it. “Keeps your pants on,” he says as he grips the knob and jerks it open. A smile plays on his smooth lines, twisting to one side as he spots her. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Blondie?” he inquires. Caroline pushes past him, a huff of air spilling past her lips exasperatedly. “This isn’t a social call Damon, loose the grin…”

Damon releases a breath, his smile falter slightly as he closes the door behind her. “Hello to you too, Caroline,” He starts toward her. “What’s this about?” she turns to look at him, after scanning the room. “Is anyone else here?” She asks. Damon shakes his head, his raven locks falling carelessly over his forehead as he does. “Nope, Stefan is off tending to princess neurotic vamp.” He replies, his voice dripping lightly with disdain. “Good, I need your help…”

Damon pulls in a breath, crossing the diminutive space between him and the bottle of bourbon that sat on a table behind the couch in the study. He plucks the cap from it before turning back to her. “Alright, who’s on a murder spree now?” He demands indifferently. Caroline crosses her arms over her chest, the look on her features showing that she was in no mood for his sarcasm. “This is serious, Damon. Could you for two seconds drop the ‘tude and pay attention?”

He pursed his lips before lifting the bottle to meet them; he takes in a generous swig of the numbing liquid before nodding his head solemnly. “Alright, you have me attention.” Caroline nods, “It’s about Bonnie, I just came from her house and she’s definitely seen better days.” The second she started to explain Damon’s expression hardened. The thought of Bonnie causing his stomach to turn; the last he saw her she wasn’t at all happy with him.

He had killed her mother; he couldn’t blame her for hating him. Most days he hated himself for all that he’d done to her and Elena… Pretty much everything he’d done his whole life. The last thing he really wanted to deal with now was her going insane for whatever reason; she’d likely take out her rage on him. Caroline tapped her foot, bringing him out of his inner tirade, “Are you listening?” Inwardly, Damon shook off the thoughts. “I was, sort of.” She rolled her eyes at his response.

“Alright, let me explain it again. She was doing some sort of spell.” She began again, “And it seems she’s doing a lot of magic lately… that’s probably not good for her.” She rambled. “Anyway, She started bleeding from her nose like she always does but this time it was couple with a headache and not like a ‘I got drunk last night and now I’m hung-over type of headache’ you know?”

                              “Seldom if ever.” He answered, earning a huff from Caroline who instead of responding to his comment continued. “Anyway, it was bad and she didn’t come out of it for a while like an hour later. That’s when she yelled at me… Practically ordered me to leave,” she said, her expression aghast like heaven forbid anyone talk to her like that. “Maybe the witch is just PMS’ing… aren’t you all like on the same cycle now?” Caroline rolled her eyes, growing impatient with Damon’s sullenness.

She stepped forward, invading Damon’s space, he glance down at her as she gripped his collar. “Look, I’m serious okay! She needs our help and there is no one else I can go to…with Stefan off helping Elena and all that.” Damon pressed his lips together, taking Caroline’s hands in his before removing them from his shirt. He straightened out his collar, “Alright, fine. What do you want me to do?”