Title: the succubus diaries

Pairing: multi-pairings (Caroline-centric relationships: Caroline/Damon + Stefan + Tyler. etc.)

Rating: M

Warnings: Language, violence and sexual situations

Author's Note: I've been itching to write this for a while but was a bit hesitant to do so simply because I wasn't sure how it would be received. But then I thought, why the hell not just let you guys read it anyway? I admit, I was a bit inspired after watching this incredible show on syfy called Lost Girl. Let me know if you think that I should continue this.

"Life is hard when you don't know who you are. It's harder when you don't know what you are. My love carries a death sentence."

I

September 4

Dear Diary,

I can't shake this weird feeling that something is going to happen today.

It's crazy, I know. It pulled me from my sleep last night. And the only thing I could think about was the fact that it has a year now, since…

The Founding Families are having a candlelight vigil in memory of Logan Fell, whose unusual death had baffled the town. The expression that had been on his face—one of euphoria—had returned to the forefront of my thoughts. I'd never meant to…I didn't know.

I used to tell myself that what happened was an accident. That it hadn't been my fault. But I was the last one to see him alive. I was the one who watched on in horror as he died; after I'd kissed him.

It had been a schoolgirl crush. Innocent. He'd been giving me a ride home one night, and it just happened. One minute I was kissing him and the next he was taking his last breath. It hadn't taken long for my mom to come storming home with the rest Mystic Falls' police department and the local coroner to tag and bag him.

That day everything had changed. I can feel it…this thing festering inside of me. It scares me sometimes. What I can do. And other times…I crave the rush of power a simple touch can give me.

Caroline Forbes stopped writing. She closed the brown, leather bound book, tucking it safely under her comforter. It contained every memory good and bad she'd ever had since that night. The young girl stood up and crossed the length of her room to her closet. She pulled a navy blue cardigan on over her gray v-neck tee. Her long, blond locks were piled high in a messy bun.

It was different than her girly-little-Caroline look. But then again, she hadn't really felt like good o'l Caroline since…She shuddered at the memory.

She didn't know what she was, or how she'd come to be so. Her first thought had been to tell her mother the truth about what happened to Logan but instinct told her it was too crazy to believe. She almost didn't believe it herself. But the image of the older boy's face was forever a reminder that she could never be intimate with anyone, again. Not without killing them.

She sighed, shouldering her cream colored messenger bag. A pause, eyes drifting to the floor-length mirror. She gave herself a once over. Her porcelain skin had never been quite as luminous, hair not as shinny—as it had been the night she'd killed Logan.

She wondered what that meant.

II

She tried to ignore the pull of his stare. The way his soft, green orbs followed her throughout the night—any normal girl would be thrilled. She wouldn't deny that the he was a delicious specimen. With his chocolate, brown locks, and perfect bow shaped lips…oh god, she was staring. The blond quickly averted her eyes, returning her attention to her companions for the night.

"New boy is eyeing you pretty hard, Care." A voice noted with a hint of interest.

That was Bonnie. Ever the observant one.

"He's cute," She continued quite bluntly, a Cheshire cat-like grin on her face. "Maybe you could show him the falls."

The girl wiggled her brows suggestively. Caroline snorted, lips curving into a sad smile. It wasn't that she hadn't thought about jumping his bones the moment she laid eyes on him. He was a romantic novelist's wet dream made reality. It was simply that she was physically incapable of being…intimate with anyone without killing them.

A single kiss and she'd just be saying bye-bye to her lover boy.

"Why don't you go over there and talk to him?" Another voice, a sweeter one, asked gently. "He could be like…your soul mate or something."

Oh, Elena. She was so obviously the romantic of their friends. Her and Matt were ridiculously lovey-dovey with one another it was surprising that the brunette had been able to detach herself from his hip for even a minute.

The blond scoffed, rolling her eyes. It was highly unlikely that Stefan Salvatore was her soul hardly knew the guy. He could be some crazed, bloodthirsty psychopath.

"Come on, Caroline," said Bonnie, seeing that the girl wasn't taking the bait. "You haven't so much as looked at a guy since sophomore year."

"Well I'm sorry Bon, if my standards are too high—"

"No one's standards are as high as yours, Care." Elena interjected. She was right. But was it too much to ask for? A guy that wouldn't die when she laid one on him?

She sighed, "I need a drink if we're going to have this discussion again."

Bonnie and Elena shared a knowing look. God, she hated when they did that.

"What?"

Wearing mirrored expressions—almost painful looking smiles—the two stared past her at something off in the distance.

"Looks like new boy is coming to you." Bonnie announced in a hushed tone before plastering a sweet smile on her face as he approached hesitantly.

"Hi, Stefan." Elena greeted brightly, starting between him and the blond with interest.

"Elena." He nodded in return, offering a tightlipped smile.

"We…need to go look for Matt. Bye!" Bonnie said unexpectedly, grabbing on to the brunette's arm before pulling her away. Leaving the two of them alone. As if her intentions were not obvious enough.

Fuck, her mind echoed as she slowly turned around to face Stefan. Yeah, he was even hotter up close.

"Hi." Even his voice was laced with overt kindness. She couldn't help but return his soft smile with one of her own.

"Hey," The blond breathed, running a hand through her hair absentmindedly.

"I'm Stefan." He said green orbs forever a burning memory in her head.

She nodded, tucking a loose blond lock behind her ear. "I know."

His brows furrowed in minor confusion. That had sounded a bit stalkerish now that she thought about it. It wasn't as if she knew he was a Gemini and that his favorite color was blue.

"W—we have chemistry," Caroline added as an afterthought. A flush mare her cheeks a moment later, realizing the implications behind her words. "I'm Caroline."

"I know." Stefan declared lightly, lessening her embarrassment a bit. "Would you…like to join me on a walk by the falls?"

Her expression fell. She would love to go on a walk with the boy, but who was she kidding? She simply couldn't.

"Stefan, you seem like a nice guy and all," She began flatly, taking a deep breath as a cool breeze sweep around them. "But you and me…it's not going to happen."

Caroline turned on her heel, walking away from him before he could argue his case any further or whatever it was he'd been attempting to do. Why was it that she could never catch a break? The first guy she ever kissed ended up in the morgue within the hour. Her odds of finding a guy willing to forgo sex were slim to none. God, she hated her life.

"What up, Care-bear," A familiar voice called out to her as she passed by the crowded gazebo. Her gaze flickered to the dark haired boy she'd practically grown up with.

"Tyler," She sighed, accepting the red plastic cup he extended to her in greeting. "Where's your bff?"

"His face contorted into on a feigned disgust. "I'm a guy, Care. I don't have a bff. I have bros."

"Riight," The blond chuckled, brining the rim of the cup to her lips and allowing its mysterious contents to slide past her lips.

"What's up with you and Salvatore?" He asked out of the blue, surprising her. There was a hint in his voice that almost sounded a bit like…jealous. But that was crazy. This was Tyler; the boy she'd grown up with since their diaper days. They were practically siblings. They argued like it enough.

"What do you mean?" She inquired, eyeing him suspiciously. Tyler shrugged, sheepish grin on his face as she took another sip of the concoction.

"Nothing." He mumbled and rubbed the back of his neck. He'd caught a glimpse of the new boy watching the blond as she walked away from him. There had been a mixture of confusion and surprise in his eyes. Obviously he hadn't heard about Caroline's 'no dating' rule. She was like, the epitome of abstinence. The sheriff must be very proud. "So, Care I was thinking—well that is if you want—"

"Spit it out Tyler." The blond interjected. He opened his mouth to continue, seemingly more confident in what he had to say. But a blood curling scream sounded throughout the woods, effectively silencing him.

"What the hell was that?" Caroline exclaimed, head snapping toward the source of the noise.

III

There was blood. Everywhere.

She cringed away from the gash in the girl's neck. Oh, god, what had done this to Vicki? Matt was franticly trying to apply pressure to the wound while Elena called for an ambulance. There was anxious murmurs floating in to the night sky as their classmates looked on. Tyler had abandoned her to aid Matt in any way he could. It was no secret he kind of had a thing for his best friend's sister.

A whimper escaped Vicki's lips. The blond had to turn her back on the violent scene, closing her eyes while taking a deep breath. She was not a fan of blood. Lids fluttering open, her eyes found a familiar face in the sea of people. Stefan. There was a gleam in his green eyes, akin to horror that both terrified and intrigued her. As if he could feel her stare on him, his gaze suddenly shifted to her. His lips were slightly parted; lips that she seemed unable to look away from in that moment. The pure sensuality of it all—Still, she managed to.

His brows were scrunched together in discomfort and he looked as if he'd caught a bad whiff of something in the air. Her eyes narrowed, catching the small twitch at his jaw and the flaring of his nostrils. There was something about his expression that told her it wasn't Vicki's attack that had him riled up.

He had felt it the instant he laid eyes on her. This connection drawing him to her. It was easily explainable, though. She looked just like Katherine. A mirror image of the woman with her silky, dark brown hair and big doe eyes that could make a man do terrible things. Her name was Elena. Sweet, sweet Elena. He'd been surprised to see her. Shocked when she glided in to his history class, looking as beautiful as he remembered.

At first he'd though she was Katherine playing good girl, but it had been her eyes that had given her away. They hadn't held a fraction of the wisdom that had been in Katherine's. It hadn't taken long to realize that this girl was nothing like the woman he'd known all those years ago.

She was like any normal teenage girl, with a boyfriend who seemed like a pretty decent guy.

And then, he'd seen Caroline. She'd been unusually quiet, only smiling and nodding when appropriate. It was different and a part of him hated to admit that his interest was piqued. She was beautiful, so much so that he'd found himself wondering what she would taste like.

He'd been disgusted by the thought. But when he saw her at the bonfire he couldn't control himself. He was like a man possessed, itching to be just a little bit closer to her. He'd never felt such a pull before. It worried him.

And when the familiar aroma of blood crept in around him he knew. He was in for hell. A boy—Matt Elena's boyfriend, he recalled—came barreling out of the woods, carrying what appeared to be a girl cradled in his arms.

Some poor, innocent girl had been mauled by an animal—the news reports would later declare. It wasn't far from the truth. It was his calling card. After over a century, he was back. Damon was back.

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