Catching Up With Me
Summary: A soliloquy about Rose and the werewolf bite, told directly from Rose's POV. Some character introspection. Short one-shot. Spoilers for episode 2X12
Catching Up With Me
500-some-odd years. That's how long I'd been running. Avoiding the Originals, and death itself. I never got to have a life because of this. Sometimes I regret it. Other times I don't.
A couple hours. That's how long it took for Death to catch up to me, in the form of a werewolf bite. I don't regret being bitten, though. It was either me or Damon. I wasn't about to let him die. He had so much life ahead of him.
A week or so. How long it took for the wolf bite to kill me on the inside. Eating away and my brain and body until I didn't even know who I was anymore.
Ten minutes. How long it took for Damon to drive the stake through my heart. By this time, I wasn't scared or in pain. By this time, I was ready to die. I'd evaded it long enough. You can't avoid Death forever.
Death isn't scary, despite popular belief. Sure, getting to that point is pretty damn scary. Trust me, I know. But death itself really isn't. It's almost like a long lost friend. Right before you die, this immense feeling of comfort comes over you. Any fear or pain you felt before is just washed away, leaving you relaxed. Then, just like an old, long lost friend, it beckons to you with a pale hand. Although you should be scared, you're not. With that feeling of relaxation still inside you, you walk towards it and let it put an arm around you and lead you away from the living world. And up ahead are all those you love, the dearly departed. They are beckoning to you, too. And you get so happy to see them that all friends you had in the living world vanish.
And just like that, it's over. Pretty easy, huh? Yeah, that's what I thought too. Death is far from scary. It's peaceful, easy. Sometimes it's the easiest option, whether you realize that or not. How do I know? Simple: I've been through it. I was scared of it, too. But, I was more scared of what was happening to me on the outside. With death, you don't feel any pain or fear. Getting up to that point is the scariest part. Trust me. I know they'll miss me, at least he will. But, I also know that he'll get over it and move on. Surely he knew that it was the best decision for me. So don't fear it. When your time comes, welcome it. Who knows? Maybe I'll see you there.