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Salvatore's Diaries:
Reincarnation
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"Rose had always been my favourite. It's signified eternal beauty, love and passion. Even though it'll wilt in time but its beauty still live forever. Just like her…"
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Disclaimer:
I don't own Vampire Diaries
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Chapter 2:
Remind me
15th of June…
That's what the date it's all begin…
"So, you're a Confederate Soldier?"
Damon nodded proudly with a genuine smile adorned on his lips as he leaded the beautiful maiden around the Salvatore Estate, "Yes but somehow I don't feel like returning back to the Confederate Army anymore. Not went there's a beautiful maiden like yourself waiting for me here in Mystic Fall" teased the man playfully which earned him a soft giggle from the lady as she shook her head amusedly for the words.
"Why, I'm flatter Mr Salvatore. You do know how to charm me"
"I'm glad I've humour you my lady"
Rosalyn chuckled and hugged the man arm closely from the cold evening air as they walked along the path towards the farm, saying "So do I…"
He smiled at the gesture and stopped their stroll as they reached the horse stable. She tilted her head to the side and withdrew her hands from his arms as she watched him heading towards one of the horse inside the place, "What are we doing here?" she asked.
"We are going for a ride"
She seemed surprised by the words and took the offered hand from the young servant beside the horse as he helped her up onto the horse behind the Salvatore heir, saying "Alright. Off we go then, my knight in the shiny armour" with a tint of smile occurred across her lips as he laughed.
"As you wish, my princess"
I could still remember it…
The smile…
The laughter…
Echoing inside my mind as I thought about her…
Rosalyn walked out from the large mansion onto the porch and smiled as she watched the Salvatore's brother chasing around each other playing football. Damon tackled his little brother and took the ball away from his grasp as he ran towards the tree at the end of the yard, "Ha! Take that Stefan!" laughed the man as he ran away, chased by his younger brother as he struggled to keep up his pace.
"Not fair! You cheat, Damon!"
Katherine who was watching alongside with the maiden joined the two brothers played, "Mind if I join you?" the brunette asked as she walked towards the men. Stefan blushed at the woman and rubbed his neck sheepishly, saying "I don't know. My brother likes to play rough"
"Hmm…but I think you play rougher"
In the blink of an eye, Katherine managed to steal the ball from the young Salvatore and quickly ran away as she taunted him to chase her.
"Go on and chase her, Stefan!" encouraged the other brother lightly as the younger ones hesitantly followed the running maiden, leaving his older brother as he sighed in exhaustion and made his way to Rosalyn who was sitting comfortable on the porch.
"Tired, Damon?"
"You have no idea"
She smiled and pulled out her handkerchief as she wiped the sweat fallen down his forehead, "Maybe you are getting old" she teased him which earned her a poke on her waist from the frowning man.
"I'm not old. You just the same age as I am"
"Actually I'm a year younger than you"
Damon snorted and turned away sulkily as she laughed at his childish antics, "Aw, did little Damon angry being called old?"
"Hn"
"Alright. Fine. I'm sorry"
"Apology not accepted"
"You're being childish Damon"
"Humour me"
"Alright, I will"
He raised his eyebrows at the words and turned around to be greeted by a kiss upon his cheek. His icy blue eyes widened at the unexpected action and looked up to her emerald gaze questionably. She pulled away from the sweating man and smiled as she wiped the excessive sweat away, saying "There. Is my apology accepted?"
And the innocent kiss given by her to me…
Making my love growing even fonder…
"Why such a long face?"
Damon turned his attention away from the dancing couples within the Lockwood's mansion and smiled when he saw her standing beside him, "Nothing" he shrugged, trying to hide the sadness and jealousy for his brother who was dancing with the woman he love.
Rosalyn hummed softly in disbelieve when she saw him looking at his brother with Katherine and tilted her head to side as she stood in front of him, blocking the painful image from his sight as she smiled, "Well, if it is nothing. Would you like to dance with me?"
He looked at the woman in a moment of surprise and couldn't help but chuckle as he took the offered hand from the beautiful maiden, saying "Don't mind if I do" and squeezed her hand in silent thanked for her effort to distract him from them as she guided him to the dance floor.
He raised his hand onto the base of her spine and pulled her closer onto his chest as she placed her hand onto his shoulder, "Don't look so gloomy, Salvatore. It's not every day you can dance with a beautiful woman like me" teased the red haired as he twirled her around before pulling her back once more to his hard chest, making the gloomy man laughed at the joke as he smiled.
"Indeed, I shouldn't"
"Good because that's what friend for isn't it?"
Damon silenced for a moment in thought before gazed deeply into her emerald eyes, seeing the sincerity behind her words as he smiled genuinely to his best friend, "I guess it is"
Too fonder that it's hurt just thinking about her…
Damon pulled over in front of his boarding house and sighed deeply in exhaustion as he leaned against the wheel to sober his blurry thoughts. The memories of her from 1864 swimming furiously inside his mind as he gazed deeply into nothingness ahead of him, desperately trying to overcome the pain burning inside his chest for the day as he gripped the wheel tightly inside his grasp.
"Rosalyn…"
The sound of glass broken inside the boarding house caught his attention away from his gloomy thought and raised his head towards the large wooden door before him cautiously for any unwanted visitors. He got out from his car and walked inside the house as he stood surprisingly to see his younger brother drowning himself with his bourdon.
Damon raised his eyebrows in wondered and walked beside him as took the bottle away from his hand, "Mind telling me why you are brooding with my alcohol?" he asked, frowning in displeased for his drunk brother who was laughed hysterically as he stood up from the couch in front of the fireplace.
Stefan caught his brother by his shoulder and chuckled as he tried to grab the bottle, "Damon, my brother! It's so good to see you! Where's our dear Elena? I thought she's here with you" slurred the dirty blonde haired man as he took a mouthful of bourdon and sighed, "Damn, now I know why you love this thing"
"Give it back, Stefan! You're drunk and out of your mind-"
"Oh hush! Since when do you become a saint Damon? It's doesn't suit you"
"Since you decided to play role change today, Stef" muttered the older Salvatore as he rolled his icy blue eyes sarcastically at his wasted brother and once again took the bourdon bottle away from his itchy hand, "Now, whether you stop drinking all my bourdon collection and sober up or I'll snap your neck. Pick one"
"Hmmm…. I pick option one then"
"Good"
Stefan scoffed and slumped his ass down onto his couch followed by his older brother as he looked deeply into the fireplace, "I met her today Damon"
Damon swallowed his bourdon and gave him what-the-hell's-wrong-with-you glance, "Who?"
"…Rosalyn"
A frown appeared on his face as he moaned, "Come on, Stefan. We've been over this-"
"No! I'm telling you, Damon. I really saw her. In the cemetery-"
"Stefan. You're drunk-"
"NO!"
Damon's eyes widened in surprised at his outburst and watched him panting heavily beside him, "I know what I saw Damon. I saw her. Standing in front of her grave" muttered the younger brother softly under his breath as he turned to see his icy blue gaze with his forest ones, "She's smiling, Damon. She's standing there, smiling as if she was never died"
"D-Did you… talk to her?"
"I-I did"
"And?"
Stefan closed his eyes for a moment and opened it once again, saying "She said that she's just move here in Mystic Fall and her name was Rosalyn White-"
"Ah-hah! See? Her name is Rosalyn Cartwright not Rosalyn White!"
"I know but her appearance… red crimson hairs, bright emerald eyes!"
"Could she been a doppelganger?"
"I…I don't know…"
Damon silenced as he twirled the alcohol within his glass, "She could be" turning back to his brother as he took a sip of his bourdon, "Do you know where she is?"
"No.25, Elm Street"
"Does she have relative here?"
"No. She's move here from Denver"
"What she's doing here?"
"She opened a new café not far from the town square. She said she wants to start a business here since Denver is full with competitions"
He nodded and finished off his bourdon before stood up from the couch to stretch out his aching body, saying "I guess we should pay her a little visit to confirm it out" as he made his way to his room, leaving his brooding younger brother alone inside the living room. He opened the wooden door of his room and closed it behind him as he looked up to the opened window silently in thought. He turned to his desk and touched the old picture within the wooden frame as his icy blue softened warmly at the figure inside the photo.
"Happy Birthday, Rosalyn…"
The sound of the chiming bells echoed loudly inside the café as Stefan entered along with his older brother.
"Stefan?"
The owner of the name turned and slowly smiled when he saw her walking towards him with her beautiful smile, "I didn't expect to see you soon" she said as she pulled him into a friendly hug, "So, what can I get you guys?" motioned for the two brother to come inside and pick a table.
"Black coffee please"
The red haired nodded as she turned to the other companion, "And you, dear?"
"Ah…Black coffee as well…"
She smiled and walked away to make the order. Damon who was stunned by seeing the similarity between her and his dead best friend finally blinked away from his daze and turned to his brother as he gave him I-told-you-so look before watching the human moving behind the counter.
"Impossible…"
Stefan nodded in agreed as he looked at the woman longing, "It's her. I can feel it"
Damon silenced and shook his head in denial, "No"
"What do you mean no?"
"It can't be her. She's dead"
"But she's look just like her-"
"She's dead remember? You killed her!"
Stefan mouth instantly shut by the harsh words as he looked up at his brother guiltily, "I know…" he whispered, "and I regret it"
His icy blue eyes softened at the sad tone within his voice and sighed deeply in defeat as he placed his hand onto his brother shoulder consoling, "I'm sorry, Stef. I was out of line there-"
"Here are your coffees"
Both of the brothers pulled away from each other and looked up at the red haired woman smiling warmly as she placed down their order, "Do you need anything else?" she asked.
"No, thank you" Stefan smiled, "This is my older brother, Damon"
Rosalyn turned her attention away from the younger Salvatore and smiled as she meet the man icy blue eyes, "Nice to meet you, Damon"
Damon looked up into her bright emerald eyes and slowly smiled in returned, "And you as well"
But seeing her once again…
Breathing and alive…
Making this unbeaten heart beating once more in life…
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