I lay down on the sofa; my feet perched up on the arm rest and a book in my hands. Stefan was over at Elena's, ever since her deal with Elijah Stefan's become the over-protective-boyfriend, and he does a bloody good job.
Rose was locked in her room, whimpering, seeing as she has become a liability after be munched on by a dog.
The bitch, Mason's friend, was apparently the one who did it, and Damon is currently trying to find a cure. He came down and chucked a big, brown, dusty book on my lap; "Hey, what's that for?" I asked, or bellowed, he meanwhile was dropping a pile on the coffee table before lifting my legs up and sitting down, dropping my feet on his lap.
"Research, you are officially helping," he stated, simply, opening up a volume of mythology.
"Why? I don't like her, so I shouldn't have to help."
"Please, for me?" He turned his cocky smile to me, bright blue eyes shining, I leant towards him.
"A very tempting offer," I purred before turning serious, "but I'm going to have to refuse," I pulled back then and stood, dropping the book on the floor and walking away.
My back hit the wood of the wall, a strong hand clutching my throat, blue eyes burning into my chocolate brown, "you will help, or I will rip your head from your body and shove it down your decaying throat."
"Is that a threat?"
"Why yes it is."
"Fine, but if she does die, can I keep her heart? Kind of like a token of my hate for her."
"No, that's diabolical," he barfed out like word vomit out before releasing my throat, I slumped back down on the couch while Damon took his previous position under my legs, passing me the volume I dropped and reading one himself.
... once a vampire has suffered from a werewolf bite and the wound has healed over, the werewolf saliva, which contains venom lethal to vampire's, can spread easily without any seeping from the wounds which causes said vampire to suffer from thirst and ill health, gradually making its way to a painful death...
... There is no known cure for a werewolf bite and death is unavoidable...
"Well this one is suck-ish; all it says is that when the wound heals over you can't save them."
"So, once the skin has regenerated there's no way to get it out?"
"Pretty much," he looked a bit peeved, "pass me another journal," he nodded and chucked me a flimsy book.
For hours I; read, read, read, read, read, read, read, read, drank blood and read, a brilliant day I know, the result was always the same, it is too late to save Rose... shame.
I chucked down the leather bound volume and sat straight up; watching as the sun passed the trees by; gently kissing the sky, tainting a fiery pink and ferocious orange.
"God, this is a bull waste of time, why do you bother me with this crap?"
"Because Rose is one of the first friends I have ever had and you're old, I was hoping maybe you would have heard something!"
"First of all, I am not that old! And second, yeah I have heard something; if a vampire is idiotic enough to get bitten by a werewolf then they will die an excruciating death, deal with it!"
"You're a waste of my time!" He turned to walk away before rounding on me again, "you're so inconsiderate."
"I'm not inconsiderate, I just don't give a damn!"
Caroline walked in just then along with Stefan, both sitting down and picking up books from the pile, Damon did the same, all of them reading like they were used to this. I slid down the wall and started banging my head against it, repeatedly.
After two hours of banging my head, bruises forming and healing, I stood up and walked up to Rose's room, her panting breath choking in there, so I do feel kind of bad for her but not enough to help.
I carried on up to my room, sitting on my window seat with my journal and a pen in hand...
There are times in this world where I see clearly; how people feel; who they're meant to be; what it takes to survive, but some things you can't define by simple thoughts or pictures, they run much deeper, keeping the magic behind the mystery.
For the 500 years I have roamed this earth I have documented every single change and thing I could, but that is still only a small amount of what goes on, how to describe my life and the beauty of the things I see is impossible. The insanity behind some things still confuses, like werewolf bites killing vampires, it is impossible for me to discern myth from fact now, I seem to have lost sight of what really matters, who I am suppose to protect and who I am suppose to kill.
Katerina has really put me in a difficult place this time, but Elijah is 'claiming' to be helping protect Elena, but how can I trust him? See behind his shielded eyes and break down the walls to his mind.
500 hundred years and I still have thousands of questions unanswered, just as usual.
I closed my journal and hid it under the board on the window seat before going into my bathroom and showering.
I wrapped my hair in a towel along with my body before stepping out of the steaming room and into the less dense air of my room, also known as the air infected by a cocky Damon sitting on my bed, "what now?"
"Thank you."
"Yes well that's just too bad because... what?" I'm sure my face is ridiculous, tilted to the side, confused expression.
"Thank you," he walked up to me, doing that damn cute eye thing where they bore into you, making him look almost sincere... almost, "even if we didn't achieve anything today you still helped me even though I know you hate her and want her dead, you did it anyway."
"Okay, hold the phone, this does not make me like you or you like me. Helping Rose and finding a cure benefits me as well. If I ever get bitten by a werewolf and there is a cure I'll know it."
"You keep telling yourself that."
"I will."
"Good."
I brushed past him and to the vanity in the corner, sitting down and brushing through my brown hair, watching as it settled in waves on my chest, Damon was still standing there watching me, something unreadable in his eyes before he caught me looking and turned away, leaving my room, arse.
I walked to my wardrobe and pulled on a pair of black skinnies, high waist, and a red T-Shirt, tucked into the skinnies, on along with a pair of trainers and a leather jacket before walking downstairs again, running all of the way through the forest.
Silently I crept up on the Bitch, or She-Wolf and slammed her up against a tree; she yelped and pushes back against me. I slammed up against it again before tossing her up in the air, she jumped over my head and landed in a crouch behind me before standing up straight.
"So you're the other Petrova, your sister was involved with my friend, I'm..."
"I don't care who you are, how do you cure a wolf bite?"
"Why would I tell you that? I mean, why do you even want to know? You hate the Vampire from what I've heard, I think you want her dead... ahh, I see."
"You see what?"
"Damon, you care for him more than you let on, you want him to be happy," she stepped closer to me, tilting her head to the side, blonde hair falling over her face, "you love him."
Laughing bitterly before looking her in the eye, un-amused, "no, I want him off my back."
"Really?"
I stepped right up in her face, "tell me what the cure is or everyone in Mystic Falls is going to be feasting on hot dogs, you're the main course."
Her hand clasped around my throat and she tossed my back slightly, "don't go there with me, Little
Girl."
"Don't call me Little Girl, pup, I'm six hundred years old, you're the little girl around here, I'd respect your elders, or they might just have something to say... or kill. How do you cure a wolf bite?"
"There's no cure, simple."
"None at all? Why don't I believe you?"
"Trust issues maybe, goodbye Yordana."
She ran then I really couldn't be bothered to follow, I spun on my heel and walked back to the Boarding house, and into the house...
