Selenophillia, Luna

by sillylittlescholar

Summary:

Witches weren't supposed to like what wasn't nature. So that included vampires, but Caroline was never one to play by the rules and Damon liked a challenge.

 

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Caroline and Damon have been best friends ever since he came back to town. When he helps her preform a spell, something else happens and they end up a thousand years in the past.

Chapter 1: helping hands

where do we end up, 

when it's all over? 

 

 

 

 

 

 

zero | helping hands

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 IT WAS RAINING, which turned out to be more a blessing than anything. The rain meant that fall was starting to slip its way into the normally gloomy weather that Virginia seemed to carry. 

 

Even in the small and unknown parts of the state, places like mystic falls didn't get very much rain. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Mystic falls did get rain, and maybe more often than one would think, it was just on the rare occasion that it lasted longer than twenty minutes. 

 

She sat watching the rain patter and run down her bedroom window, admiring the simply earthy smell that flowed through the crack of her windowsill. Zoning out to the water pellets racing to the bottom of her stain glass window taint. Caroline enjoyed the rain. 

 

She enjoyed the way the rain made her magic tingle and friction throughout the palms of her hands. In an odd way it made her feel more connected to nature. She wasn't bound by nature, much like the other witches that she'd met. Her magic had no limits or beginnings. 

 

It was free and open to whatever connection it could grasp onto. Caroline couldn't even remember the last time she rummaged through a book for answers on why she could possibly be free of the metaphysical chain that was grasping to witches. She stopped bothering with the answer or half known objections to anuything that had to do with her lineage. 

 

Her mother, Elizabeth, said it was a gift. A blessing from her grandmother that was not to be taken lightly. Which at the time sounded like a curse to the young blonde. Like some sick way of saying, her magic would be the end of her. Something that made her almost hate being a witch. 

 

Eventually Caroline had grown to control her random outburst and magical freak outs at the very ripe age of fourteen. It hadn't been as bad as she'd thought it would be, more so, a bit of a fun challenge. 

 

One of her friends had been a witch, she sensed it before she did. A Bennett witch. Caroline could feel how much magic she had when she hugged her when they were leaving camp together last year. Of course she'd wanted to tell her about her magic and all of the ways it was to be a witch. 

 

But, her mother told her to allow people the chance to learn themselves. So she stayed quiet. Caroline had another friend, well she wouldn't necessarily call her a friend , but she knew another girl who was once her friend. Now, the girl wasn't a witch or whatever else magical could be possibly roaming around mystic falls. 

 

The girl had been normal, and unbearably strange. Maybe it was just her way of being the center of attention and simply but sneakily basking in it. Or, the fact that her parents died going off a bridge and she somehow managed to survive. 

 

Nobody asked questions, or pressed the issue. Though Caroline found it hard to believe that she didn't die from drowning. 

 

She didn't remember why they stopped being "friends" or how they even became friends in the beginning. The blonde wasn't really one to reminisce. But she did know that there was something off with the girl and the town. 

 

Simply knowing that gave her chills. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well a new boy came to the dull high she attended. Don't get her wrong, he was hot and she was publicly loved. Cute couple, right? Not! He immediately laid eyes on Elena and all brain cells flew away. Like normal. 

 

Any guy who laid eyes on Elena would get all sorts of weird and slug brained. Once upon a time, it pissed Caroline off. But she hadn't really cared for it anymore. Especially when Matthew Donovan, Elena's ex-first love or whatever, asked her out on a date. 

 

It was as if Caroline's binder of relationships was burned. Nothing had disturbed her more than knowing boys would stoop so low as to date the 'friend' just to stay closer. Obsession and delusion really were the evil twins of society. 

 

Back to the new hottie. He ended up being swooned over the knowing presence of Elena. Every time her name came up he'd stick his head up like a.....she couldn't think of anything right in the moment, but he'd be all but too excited to talk about her. 

 

Elena was feeding into his weirdness and constantly keeping him around. Don't ask Caroline why she even sat at the lunch table with them, she couldn't tell you a straight answer. 

 

Stefan was a military kid, supposedly, and moved around a lot since he was younger. He lived in mystic falls around the same time Caroline moved back from her dad's. Which was weird because she knew all the little kids in town, and she hadn't ever seen him. 

 

It hadn't mattered when she'd been walking from their little weird 'friend' date back home and ran into another hottie. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who was gonna tell her that vampires were real? Apparently nobody because it was always the hot guys that turned out being the crazy ones. One of them tried to eat her the night and now she had him locked in her garage. If anyone found him, she'd say it was self defense. 

 

The whole situation happened so quickly, she almost forgot how they got there. Hint on almost. Caroline had been coming from the grill after like ten boring stories of Stefan's traveling life she called it a night and left. 

 

Since her mother was working late, she walked home. Like she had done many times before. It was a little muggy outside so she decided to take the back alleys to get home faster. The journey had been smooth until she kept hearing whooshing sounds past her every five seconds. 

 

Caroline had given up on the idea of it being owls and cats when she turned around the corner and there stood a gorgeous man. Nearly scared her to death the way he just popped up, but she couldn't get over how pretty he was. Yup, she said pretty. 

 

They'd said a few words and then she started to leave again. He didn't like that and what she started to call vamped in front of her with his surprisingly still pretty face, with fangs and veins attached to it. As one could imagine she freaked out. When she said she'd 'controlled' her magic, Caroline didn't say completely. 

 

There was always the small habit of her getting scared so much that it would cause her brain to go into fight mode. When he lunged at her, ready to possibly eat her face off, he was thrown into a brick wall unexpectedly. That pissed him off more so he tried to eat at her again. 

 

As soon as she was prepared to throw him again, he fell to his knees clutching his head. Groaning that sounded more like growls. As confused as she was, Caroline flicked her wrist and he fell unconscious. 

 

In that moment she thought she killed the pretty man, though he tried to eat her. Now she wanted to run home and lock herself in her closet, but she couldn't just leave the man on the ground. 

 

That's how she ended up in her silk grey pajamas, fuzzy teddy slippers, and a broom in her hand. Standing in front of him, watching his chest rise and fall. So he wasn't dead, thankfully. Maybe he just fainted from the brain aneurysm she gave him. 

 

Caroline takes a deep breath and prays her spell worked for the handcuffs she attached to his wrists and the patio chair. With the bare end of the broom stick, she pokes him. Not softly enough as he freaks and jolts awake.

 

He looks around and then down at his magically bound wrist, which seemed to be holding him quite well. Caroline watched as he calms slightly and then smirks. 

 

"Handcuffs, kinky. Though you could've asked me to dinner first." He looks up at her smugly, a cocky smirk molding the skin. 

 

She couldn't help the small laugh that breaks away from her without her permission. Caroline shakes it off and hardens her face. 

 

"This isn't for your freaky-deeky pleasure. More so, you tried to eat me last night."  

 

"Did you just make that up?" He questions. 

 

"What?" He can clearly see the confusion scattered across her face. It makes him bend a brow and egg her more. 

 

"That word. Freaky-deeky. Did you make it up?" 

 

She freezes, mouth opening and closing as she tries to abide by the sleepy thoughts and clear way of trying to explain that he brain didn't quite work at seven in the morning. But then again she kinda did make the word up, in her head. 

 

Caroline shakes her head, clearing away the cloud of brewing frustration. Snapping her head back towards him. 

 

"We aren't—moving on...who are you?" With sass she places a hand on her hip and straightened her spine. 

 

"I think I should be asking you that, seeing how I'm the one tied up." 

 

She huffs, clearly annoyed. Why was he enjoying this so much. Of course he'd had his fair share of run ins with witches over the years, but this one was simply more interesting. 

 

"I'm not telling you anything about me, I'm the one who was nearly eaton. So who are you?" 

 

"Damon." 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Caroline hadn't intended to like Damon. He was cocky and headstrong, along with an arrogant asshat. But he kept her company and was pretty fun to be around. After she let him out of the garage, he started popping up around town. 

 

Mostly when she was out shopping or at the grill, would he pop up. He ended up telling her about himself and his brother, who she found out was Stefan. Gave her the ick seeing how Damon was the prettiest brother. They'd make sassy jokes and listened to all of the Taylor swift songs. 

 

She didn't mind much with him being a vampire. At least not when all he did was treat her like a baby sister, which was in some way comforting but in another way belittling. Caroline didn't mix with the details. 

 

It was almost time for the founders day parade. There of course happened to be a lot of drama going on around it, but Damon was keeping her partially closed away from it all. Telling her not to stress her magical little head too much, or she'd get worry wrinkles. 

 

As one could imagine she shut down being nosey for the time being. Today she called Damon over so they could finish watching the real housewives of New York, because Damon refused to watch it with anyone else. He'd never admit it out loud, but Caroline was the only one who would be judgey with him. Or in Caroline's opinion "be sassy".

 

She'd prepared everything they needed for the show, that included her little blood bag diet that she'd managed to keep him on for three months. Now if he decided to eat outside of her space, then that was just his business and issue. He'd only drink blood bags around her after their little bite incident. 

 

Caroline checks her phone to see that she received a message from Elena. It makes her hold back a wince of disturbance. If she was being honest with herself, there was once a time where she'd be happy with answering Elena but today just wasn't a day for those emotions. 

 

She didn't know what happened but she felt them splitting like two different rivers. Which would I be make her uncomfortable with the thought, but now she get that it was needed. Caroline didn't know what it was but she had a bad feeling in her gut about Stefan and Damon showing up. 

 

Damon wasn't much of an issue for her, only trying to piss his baby brother off. Something about Stefan making Damon turn into a vampire. She didn't want to go too far into drama that didn't involve her. Without another glance she puts her phone on top of the microwave, and turns back to the bowl on the counter. 

 

Caroline is pulled from her m&m popcorn when her front door opens then closes. Not thinking much about Damon she continues to mix together the flavors of sweet and salty. She hears the clicking sounds of the tv remote as she rolls her eyes and comes around the corner. 

 

"You do know that we have the show saved already?" Her voice was playful as she held a silver bowl within her arms. 

 

The vampire slumps deeper into the couch, before holding up a folded piece of paper. Her eyebrows raise as she places the bowl down and reaches to grab the paper, except he snatches it back before she can grasp the paper. 

 

"Why hold it up if you aren't going to give it to me?" She places an annoyed hand on her hip, watching him turn to face her. 

 

"Found this taped to your door, whoever your secret admirer is, tell them that a phone wouldn't hurt." He groans and allows her to grab the paper. 

 

Caroline huffs but opens the flaps of the folded paper, looking over the page with a crooked brow. Her face catches his attention. Damon sits up and pats the seat next to him. She mindlessly walks to the spot as she reads the letter. 

 

He peeks over at what she's reading, but to his eye it's blank. "Really CJ what's so entertaining about a blank letter?" He snatches the paper. 

 

"Wait! You can't see what it says?" She questions. 

 

Damon shakes his head, with a confused look. His defense changes as he loosens his muscles, she then grabs the letter again. Whispers under her breath before words slowly ink themselves across the letter. Allowing Damon a visual. 

 

The vampire and witch begin to read in synch. 

 

"Make it far, make it long, change the way they write

their song. Fix them, break them, remake them. Mend the broken, break the curse. Allow us to fix the worst, go back and bring forth our best. Love, peace, and power. Hear these words, hear the rhyme

Send us back to where we'll find, what we wish in place and time." 

 

As the final words leave their lips, the house suddenly burst with a chill of air. The cabinets slamming, tv flickering, tables and chairs rattling against the hardwood, and lights flashing. Caroline goes to read the paper but it catches fire, burning up and disintegrating into dust. 

 

Protectively Damon grasps her close to his chest, covering her head from the flying things that began to swarm the living room. For another blink, everything in the house stops with a loud slam. They both lift their heads up thinking that it had been a small prank of such. 

 

Out of the blue Caroline's back patio doors swing open, a white light binging through. She slowly starts to lift from the couch, fear covering her eyes. Damon reaches to grab her hand, only to be forced into the white light, dragging caroline with him. 

 

The doors slam close, house looking untouched, and tv playing the real housewives of New York.

 

What the hell just happened? 

Chapter 2: 𝟬𝟬𝟭, 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲

Summary:

Damon gets a run for his money, and Caroline’s there to help.

HEADACHES WERENT             on her side. Occasionally they'd pop up when she was menstruating but she was nowhere close to that. Her head was throbbing, almost like the time she'd been hit in the head with a soccer ball when she was nine. That headache came with a blood nose and a panicking feeling swarming her chest. 

 

There didn't happen to be a bloody nose or panicked feeling happening, only the banging against her femoral lobe.With a unsatisfied groan she rolls onto her back and peaks open her lids. A welcoming yet powerful sun shines right into the slits of her eyes, causing her to shut them quickly. 

 

"Absolutely not." She growls softly, before giving herself a mental pep talk. Reassuring herself that she didn't just seen only trees, and not a single modern day home around. Caroline really didn't want her mind to play tricks on her, not when she'd felt her magic had already done enough of that. 

 

Forcing herself with every bit of control she built up, she breaks open her eyes. Concern molding her eyes as she turns and looks around the forest she appears to be laying in. A deep encased feeling swarms her chest, her memory coming back together. Figuring how she'd gotten there in the first place. 

 

What kind of person gives a spell in a letter? She'd thought it was a party invitation or even a hate note, but a spell made her skin itch. Caroline didn't know many witches, only her great grandmother and Bonnie. Elizabeth, her mother, didn't have any magic. There was only small occasions where she could read a spell, but writing a whole letter of one didn't fit her.  

 

Bonnie wouldn't do this to her, at least she'd hope she wouldn't. Her and Bonnie have been close ever since preschool, way before either of them believed in witches. Caroline didn't have to do much to become Bonnie friend, she was just always there. She was a Bennet witch, so this didn't seem like Bonnie could ever do. 

 

As her mind tried to comprehend who would want her to be sucked into the woods or wherever she was, Damon breaks a groan as he wakes from being knocked unconscious. Possibly from hitting his head when he was sucked into the patio doors. "This reminds me of my first hangover," he grumbles out, clutching the side of his head while slowly sitting upwards.

 

His eyes blink in a fluttered pattern as they adjust to the open sunlight. Mind squabbling to comprehend the past events. He couldn't recognize the feelings of the air around him, as if he'd lost his sense of higher ground. Damon feels his eyes manage to connect with the bright light that had gone neutral. Getting a much closer look at what or where he'd ended up. 

 

When his hand finally shifts against the grassed edge he freezes. Gripping the land underneath his finger beds. That feeling of adjustment for the hundred years he'd spent around it, hadn't been there. It didn't feel like the earth was frictioning underneath the palm of his hand. His eyes widen, with a deep breath he digs the bed of his fingernails into the dirt.

 

Searching for a vibration, a crushing sound to come from the known sound he'd grown accustomed to hearing. But nothing came of it. Only the banging from his chest that pounded into the drums of his ears. His heart was racing. Trying to understand why he couldn't feel the rhythm of the song that the earth once gave. 

 

Damon closed his eyelids, breathing heavily. Panic filling his head. Confusion swirled his mind, why couldn't he feel it? Why couldn't he hear things far and wide? The biggest question why was he panicking? He didn't know. 

 

Caroline looks over with a weary expression on her face, watching Damon's body resting against the bark of a large tree. His chest heaving with a shaking of his hands, eyes slammed shut as if he'd never felt like this before. She collects herself and moves over to him, knowing exactly what was happening. 

 

Panic attacks happened to her a lot in the first year of her experiencing magic. It freaked her out beyond words, everything felt like it was pulling her towards it. The trees would whistle and vibrate at her every passing, the ground would fall beneath her and regrown dead organisms, she'd been so confused and alone that the attacks were the most intense feeling Caroline ever felt. 

 

His hands dig deeper into the plant life under his thigh, while his mind continues to work away how many emotions were throwing themselves at him. Flashes of his childhood memories breaking away from the all he'd built up over the years. So many things he'd pushed away and kept locked inside of him crashing towards the surface. 

 

Humanity breaking through him. Damon's father beating him, with his mother watching. Him having to protect Stefan from the pain and abuse, protecting him from being the oldest sibling. He'd always carry a brave face when his baby brother was near. No matter the bruises that broke across the arms and back of his skin, the winces he'd hidden when Stefan would clutch onto him so tight that the welts would sting. 

 

The transition. His first taste of the red line that kept another person alive. When the life died within his arms a switch turned around and flipped without his consent. Emotions he'd wanted to feel and endure had been locked away with thirst and anger. 

 

He'd been so angry with his little brother. For always being weak hearted, for always choosing to love first instead of thinking. Angry when he no longer could taste reality like the kind hearted man he once was. Everything he'd held back as him and Stefan went from boys to men, burning the blood of his brain. 

 

She leans her head against his tensed shoulder, closing the space of their ribs as she pulls his left hand from under his thigh, not caring for the dirt in his fingernails. Caroline interlocks their fingers using her thumb to caress the browned skin. 

 

"your human again." Her voice softens to break through the painful panic that settled its way into his head. She sits there a moment letting him collect the words she'd just spoken. When Damon squeezes her hand, she continues. 

 

"I don't know how or why, but I know everything you keep locked away is coming back to you right now. Listen to what I'm saying, let it pass Damon." 

 

"T-there's so.....much." He breaks.

 

"I know. Let it pass, release it. The more you try to fight it with a human mind, the quicker it'll break you apart. So let it out." She pulls his hand into her lap, closing her eyes to feel her magic. Lips collecting to whisper Latin. 

 

"cogitationes meas una cum illis et me libera." a short wind break around them, picking up a few leaves here then there. When she opens her eyes they drift down to the ground. Caroline turns to Damon whose breathing had been calming down easier. He breathes in through his nose then slowly out of his mouth. 

 

Damon's eyes flutter open. Tears slightly brimming the edge of his lash line. Slowly he leans his head atop of Caroline's. Feeling the warmth of her hand against his own, he sighs softly. Feeling the relief of his mind clearing then slipping away. 

 

They sit silently. Neither saying anything, just breathing with two beating hearts and an awkward conversation awaiting them.

Chapter 3: 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲

Summary:

new meetings? Or bad luck??

NIGHTTIME WAS FAST          approaching and they needed to do something quick. With the woods known to get fairly cold during the night temperatures they began to journey afoot. Maneuvering through the forest, listening with their suspiciously human ears. That little bit was visibly bothering Damon, he wasn't quite ready to accept him becoming human, again. 

 

Time had shifted, it felt like they'd been walking for hours before they even reached the creek. Caroline practically ran to wash the soot from beneath her fingernails. Splashing the cool liquid up and down her arms, then grazing the dripping water across her face. Sighing a sounded moan of relief. 

 

She'd felt the waves of kinetic magic shifting in the breeze, underneath the beds of her hands as she takes a long moment to breathe in the freshness of the air. Damon leans back against the bark of a stumped tree, eyes closed, in an uncomfortable silence. His arms crossed over his chest, stressed but steady breaths leaving him.

 

Truly he had never felt this out of place since the time when he'd first turned. He couldn't understand why he'd been so thirsty for something he didn't want. The old Damon didn't dare to kill an innocent person, not when he could've gotten it from another source. But the hunger was too much for him so he did what he hadn't wanted to do. 

 

Finding the vein of a carriage full of people, ripping into the neck of their screams, violating their innocence in between his teeth. Their pain had haunted them for over a century. That however didn't stop him from consuming their lives. Swallowing their soul with gulps before they went limp in his arms, then against the grounded surface he'd happened to feats them upon. 

 

"You know the more you think about it, the more it'll freak you out." He opens his eyes to look at Caroline who had come to sit against a large rock that had been close enough to the river to allow her to rest her feet in the cold water. 

 

Damon chuckles away the discomfort, "I'm not thinking about that CJ." He fibs, giving a not there smile. Caroline basically knows him like the tint of her favorite nail polish, Damon was a terrible liar when it came to his emotions. 

 

She turns to face him, "you know you're a terrible liar." 

 

He sighs dropping his head backwards against the stump. Starring at the line of cluster trees above him, mind wanting to so badly to be cleared from the memories that he'd forgotten about. Or at least the ones he thought that he'd forgotten about, but of course Damon wasn't perfect. He knew that. 

 

Being perfect wasn't something that he wanted to be. He just didn't want to feel the pain and the advent feelings that came with reopening so many wounds that he'd battled to heal over the one hundreds something years he'd hidden them away. 

 

"Hey, who's that?" Caroline questioned looking at the three people heading towards the river. 

 

Damon turns his head to look at what she'd spotted, raising a brow he sits up. In an instinct he climbs to his feet and goes to stand beside Caroline while she kicks at the water trying to act normal. As the people grow closer Damon takes them in, eyeing their appearance.

 

The small group had been the only people that either of them had seen for the last four hours. It was almost like they were alone completely but these people looked as if they'd been there before. He watches as one of the boys takes a bucket and collects it with water, he looked young not even old enough to be a pre-teen. 

 

A young girl helps one of the older looking boys, who seemed to be wounded for the way he was holding his ribs, she helps to her best ability when the boy sits against a tree branch. He winces when his back feels the rough edges of the bark dig into his scared back. 

 

Caroline watches them all silently, her brain trying to work out what happened to the boy against the tree. Damon makes sure to keep her behind him not wanting to alert the other people and cause Caroline to freak out, magically that was. 

 

The much younger boy brings the bucket to the girl and crouches down beside the older boy. 

 

"Rebekah we have to help him before father knows we're gone, it is almost moon night." panic comes from the boys voice as he fidgets with his hands. 

 

"I know Henrik, but Nik mother hasn't taught me magic yet, she says I'm not ready." The girl, Rebekah, says quickly while she dips a cloth into the cool water and rings it out. 

 

The pair watch as the Rebekah girl gently wipes the blood from the boy' side that he was clutching in pain. He winces and sucks in a deep breath. Caroline looked horrified by the sight of the deep gash that the boy had been trying to stop from bleeding. 

 

It was her good heart that makes her step from behind Damon and begins to walk toward the three young children. The ex vampire grabs her arm before she gets any farther. 

 

"CJ no! Now is not the time to be friendly, we don't know them." He whisper-yells keeping a nice hold on her arm. 

 

Caroline glares, "it doesn't matter Damon, he could bleed out if he isn't healed and you heard the girl she said that she didn't know any magic because of her mother. I have to help him before he bleeds to death." 

 

He opens his mouth to counteract her words but she quickly tugs her arm away from him and runs to help the three by the tree. Damon groans softly out of frustration not enjoying how nice Caroline could be to people who could possibly hurt her. When he runs his hands through his already disheveled hair he follows after her with stride. 

 

The three siblings, maybe they didn't quite know, all look up at the sound of cracking branches and running feet coming towards them. The boy against the tree tries to get up but fails when he falls back down against the bark, the younger boy hurriedly stands behind his sister in a scared manner. 

 

Caroline makes her way in front of them with Damon right behind her as she looks at them. They looked frightened when she stood there, as if she was there to hurt her. It pangs at her heart but she then notices the blood soaked rags all around the three siblings. 

 

"I'm not going to hurt you guys, I just want to help you." She makes sure her voice is soft enough that they feel that's isn't a threat. 

 

The younger boy peaks from behind the blonde girl, "you can help nik?" 

 

"Yes if he will let me, I promise I'm not here to hurt any of you." She reassured. 

 

"What of him?" He points at Damon standing tall behind her, with a not so readable expression on his face. Not that he meant to look that way, he just had so much on his mind. 

 

Caroline smiles softly, "This is my brother, he's not going to hurt you either, he's just protecting me." Behind her Damon nods and turns away to look at the waterfall. 

 

"Then yes, please help our brother." Rebekah begs with urgency her eyes shimmering with tears that were beginning to weld up in her eyes. Caroline looks at Nik who seemed to be staring at her the entire time. 

 

She crouches down to her knees in front of him, "I can help you if you want, that's a lot of blood. I'm a witch." 

 

He doesn't say anything back, just looks over at his worried siblings then back at the blonde beside him. Thinking for a moment then nodding his head slowly. 

 

Caroline sighs inwardly when he allows her to help him with his wounds. They were horrible to look at and she could only imagine how bad they felt, though Caroline can't help but wonder who would do something like this to him. She didn't know him, but he didn't look like someone who deserved to be cut and bruised. 

 

When she goes to lift up his shirt she gasps at the sight of his bruised and bloody chest. Her hand trembles at the welts and other half healed cuts that were turning his chest purple. Caroline blinks away the tears that pool in her eyes quickly, she was open with her emotions but she didn't know these people and they didn't know her well enough to see her cry. 

 

Her mouths opens and closes many times with one question on the tip of her tongue, who did this to you? Caroline wouldn't ask him that question, he was more than likely embarrassed enough by having a random girl wearing strange clothes help him with his wounds. Instead she places her hand gently on his chest, feeling him tense underneath her touch, she then closes her eyes and whispers Latin softly. 

 

"nere clausa faciunt ut sanant cutem novam sentiunt" as the words leave her lips his wounds begin to stitch together again, closing his open skin and healing them to be nothing but skin. Klaus shifts underneath her hands feeling the tingling sensation of his bruises heal. 

 

When she's finished her spell a loud yell comes from far in the distance, "Rebekah! Henrik! Niklaus! Father is coming back, let's go now!" The person sounded a bit older than them, clearly must have been because of the scared look on their faces. 

 

Rebekah stand hurriedly and picks up her younger brother, hoisting him on her hip. "Thank you but we must be going now. Our Father will not be pleased if we are not home before moon night." She shows gratitude before rushing off with the younger boy. 

 

Caroline gets up and backs away from Niklaus, he stands with a little help of the tree. Looking at her with a look she couldn't quite place, he reaches out and grabs her hand bringing her knuckles to his lips. Leaving a small peck there, "thank you sweetheart, I am forever in your debt." 

 

When she begins to disagree and tell him that he didn't owe her anything he rushes off after his brother and sister. The sound of running gets fainter before it disappears. 

 

"Well you happy now?" Damon snaps her out of her shocked gaze and stands beside her. 

 

"Now that that's over we have to find new clothes and somewhere to stay for the night until we can figure where the hell we even are." He looks around at the trees trying to find a path, when he spots one going up behind the waterfall he grabs Caroline's arm and pulls her that way along with him.