Chapter 6: Poor Bianca and Rosa
Summary: The whores got what they deserved. Rosa and Bianca's funeral.
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"Poor, Bianca and Rosa." Alessandra said, wiping her damp blue eyes.
The service had been beautiful. Flowers covered the chapel. Due to the mutilation of Rosa's neck the funeral had been closed coffin.
Damon wrapped an arm around his friend, comforting her.
"Why would someone do that to them?" Alessandra asked, crying.
"I couldn't tell you, they were such fine young women." Damon replied, "But you heard your father after they were put into the ground. We have a murderer and I don't want you wandering around alone." Damon smiled at her.
"That's sweet of you, Damon." Alessandra tried to smile back.
"I don't know what I'd do if that ever happened to you." Damon said.
It amazed him how easily he could lie about anything without remorse or a shred of unease. Conscience? What conscience?
Damon wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and did not move them even thought he saw her father's blue eyes on him.
"Let me take you back to your room." He offered.
"I'm not in the mood, Damon." Alessandra snapped slightly.
"Can't I be nice without you assuming that's what I want?" Damon asked.
Alessandra narrowed her blue eyes.
"Perhaps, the thought did cross my mind, but I dismissed it quickly knowing how distraught you must be." Damon's black eyes met with hers.
She wiped her face once more, "Fine, walk me home, but that's all ,Damon."
He took her by the hand and they walked towards her section of the campus.
It was cold outside today and Alessandra shivered. Damon removed his black coat and draped it over her slender shoulders.
"Thank you." She sniffled.
When they got to the door Damon turned Alessandra to look at him directly.
"Alessandra, do not waste your tears. Envious friends are not friends at all." Damon wiped a solitary tear from her face.
"What do you mean?" She asked, not comprehending.
"All will be revealed in time." Damon smiled at her, "Have patience.
"Damon, do you love me?" Alessandra asked.
Damon smiled, "You are the best friend I have ever had."
Alessandra accepted this answer.
"Do you trust me, Alessandra?" Damon asked.
She nodded, more tears flowing.
"Wait for me tonight, then. I have something to show you." Damon turned her face up to his and kissed her pale pink lips.
"Excuse me." A cold voice interrupted the moment.
Alessandra flew backwards, but Damon didn't move.
Alessandra's father stood before them, looking over Damon.
"Alessandra, go inside your room." he ordered.
She quickly obeyed.
"I'm only going to say this once, Salvatore, stay away from my daughter. She is out of your league." His voice was gruff and hard.
"Sir, perhaps your daughter doesn't want to stay away from me." Damon offered.
"Only because she is swayed by your heathen ways. She is blinded by your charms and good looks." He glared with hard blue eyes, so much like Alessandra's, but without the innocence, "But I know better. I know what you are., and I know what you want. And you will not get it."
"I beg your pardon, Senor Rabaldi , but I have already had it." Damon smiled a smile of pure arrogance.
"Go to your room. And if I have it my way you will not remain on this campus much longer." His voice shook with rage.
"That's okay. I can make my own way." Then Damon turned on his heel and left.
