Author Note: Wow, there's a lot of demand for this one. I have to say, I was genuinely surprised, since I thought it wasn't very good. Anyhow, you'll see the summary changing every once in a while, and possibly the title too, because I'm kind of flopping like a fish out of water here.
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Rose and Damon didn't have sex, not that time. Damon, for once, seemed content just to kiss and hold Rose.
"So do you want to be turned again?" Damon asked as he held Rose against him. "Do you want to be a vampire again in this body?"
Rose flinched, flashing back to how she had killed three people in her rampage. "I don't know..." She bit back her emotions as best she could and added, "I longed for humanity, but now I long for eternity. What's wrong with me?"
"Everyone wants something that they can't have." Damon played with her hair absently. "But would you rather live forever with me or age and die like a good human?"
"Don't ask me that now, I'll say something idiotic." Rose snuggled against him. "Is my blood tempting to you? Do I smell like dinner?"
"No." Damon trailed his fingers along the back of Rose's neck. "You're still Rose to me."
Though that didn't answer her question, the aforementioned girl backed off. "What do you think happened... to the girl who had this body before me?"
"Well, I'd say either her soul died or was killed by someone." Damon grinned his smart-aleck grin.
Rose rolled her eyes. "And how do you think that happened, smartass?"
"I don't know." Damon shrugged. "Why would I know? I wasn't there."
"And now you're degraded to a dumbass." Rose sighed, but kissed his cheek anyway. "It's just... odd, I guess. Being in someone else's body after so many years in my own." Many, many years. Rose added to herself in her head.
"I think your new body is cute." Damon leaned in so close their noses were touching. "You look like a little blonde kitten."
"You have no clue how much I hate you right now." Rose tried to move back from him, but Damon wrapped his arm around her. "I really want to kill you."
"You'd feel bad if you did." Damon was suddenly serious.
"Did you?" Rose raised one perfectly blonde eyebrow. "Did you feel bad when you killed me?"
Damon stood, heading for the door. "Get some rest. I have things to do."
"Screw you, you do not." Rose was beginning to find that when she got extremely angry, her American-English accent returned.
Even Damon looked at her in surprise when he heard Rose's voice come out of the new body's mouth. "You sounded like yourself there for a minute."
"Just because you're an ass doesn't give you a free pass with me, Damon." Rose warned, and either she was angrier than she thought or the accent was sticking around. "Back here, now."
Damon half turned, and Rose raised an eyebrow at him, giving him the ultimate don't mess with me look. The vampire turned and made his way back over to her.
"Now answer me." Rose grabbed him and yanked down hard, and since he hadn't expected that, he fell down easily onto the bed.
"Answer what?" Damon tried to give her innocent eyes, though that's fairly impossible for a nearly 170-year-old vampire.
"Did you feel bad when you killed me?" Rose pinned him down, which was hard to say the least with her new, tiny body. "It's not a hard question."
"I missed that accent." The Salvatore brother dodged the question, but it wasn't effective in the least bit.
"No." Rose shot him a glare. "Wrong answer, try again."
"It was what needed to happen." Damon shrugged. "Isn't that enough of an answer?"
"Stop sidestepping me, Salvatore." Rose was beyond pissed now, heading for murderous. She was close to forgetting that her new body was breakable. Something was going to have to be done.
Damon flipped them, so now he was pinning her down instead of her him. "Yes, I felt bad. I felt terrible, Rose, happy?" He sighed and moved slightly to pin her in a more effective way. "You mean something to me, I felt bad that that was the only way, I hated that I couldn't fix you. Are you happy now?"
"Shh." Rose slipped out of his grip just enough to lean up and kiss him. "I was just checking that you cared. That I wasn't just a toy you got bored with."
"In all my 169 years, I haven't met someone like you." Damon admitted, and then let her up. "I'll give you that." He stood and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
Rose was left to ponder exactly what that meant.
Author Note: This one is shorter, sorry, but I have fiction work to do, and I wanted to add at least once today for my loyal readers. Will you drop me a comment? I love hearing from you!