Damon looked down at the frail figure on the floor below him.
"Elena?" He knelt down beside her, touching her arm, touching her cheek, checking her pulse on her wrist, despite the fact that her heart beat was audible. She had a large gash on the right side of her forehead just below her hairline. "Elena, honey?" He shook her a little. She was out cold, knocked unconscious from the large indent on her head.
Damon picked her up slowly, bringing her to rest comfortably against his chest. He kissed her forehead without even realizing it and set her down on the couch a couple feet away from her. He stared at her for a second, then looked around the house.
"Rose?" He called out. "Rose, where are you?" He yelled again, this time venturing away from the sleeping beauty and to look around the house. He started with the basement and made his way through every room in the house, but there was no Rose. He heard a groan and a deep sigh and his head turned towards the parlor.
"Elena?" He called, walking human pace from downstairs.
"Damon?" She replied. He walked into the parlor to see her arm draped across her forehead still lying down on the couch.
"Hey, sleepy head. How are you feeling?" She attempted sitting up but she moaned in pain and Damon pushed her back down gently.
"It hurts." She croaked, sitting up slower than she had before and successfully leaning against the back of the couch.
"I know. And it's going to for a while." He said sitting beside her, looking at her with that intense careful gaze of his. "Elena, what happened?"
"Rose." One word, four letters, one syllable. Rose. This was his fault. Rose got bitten by a werewolf because he pissed Jules off, and she came after him. Elena was in the Boarding House because Damon had asked her to stick around and keep Rose some company. "She was fine in the morning. We were talking, and she was fine. But then the chills started and the cravings…and then, and then she started chasing me so I ran into Stefan's room and opened the curtain. And… She was gone. I don't know where she went. She's just gone. I think maybe she got out of the house when it got dark."
Damon looked at her curiously and rubbed her arm, standing up and telling her he'd go get her a glass of water. Before he returned there was a noise, and a window shattered. Damon was in front of her standing form in a second, glass of water forgotten.
There was only silence, and the familiar sound of vampire speed that grazed the air around Elena and Damon. They automatically turned their heads to the directions. "Rose?" Damon asked. There was no answer. Only the faintest of growls that only Damon could hear. Then, there was a swoosh behind Damon and Elena was gone.
"Rose! Give her back to me!" Damon yelled. Then, in the entryway of the Salvatore Boarding house, Rose stood, mouth bloodied with Elena is her arms, gripping her in a manner that caused Elena's pale neck to be exposed to Rose.
"Why, Damon? She's not yours to have." Rose stated. Apparently vampire/werewolf combinations caused extreme delusion.
"Rose. Let Elena go."
"But it's so fun!" Rose yelled, smiling.
"Rose…" but Rose cut Damon short of the sentence he was about to spit out with a vicious stream of words.
"Ohh." Rose laughed loudly. "Watch out Damon. Your feelings are showing."
Damon stared at Elena's frightened face. Rose pulled hair away from her neck cautiously so that Elena was completely exposed to her. Elena stared at him with those brown, pleading eyes and he stared back at her with those too blue eyes.
"She smells so good, Damon. Haven't you ever wanted to give in? To bite her?"