Hello all. Thanks for reading the last chapter. I've decided to just make it into a two-shot, since this is my first fic, but i will be making more and more.
I appreciate the reviews; and thanks for reading.
( The Vampire Diaries is not mine; as much as i wish it to be. )
Damon shook his head as soon as Rose drew her fangs. She was older than him, and that meant stronger. She had the upper hand. She had Elena, she had blood and strength and hundreds of years on him. But Damon had one thing she didn't have. Minor sanity. At this state, Rose was too drugged up on werewolf venom (if they even had venom) to be even the littlest bit sane. And although sane and Damon Salvatore should never be used in sentence, it was there.
Elena whimpered as fangs bit into her neck. Damon quickly rushed towards them using his vampire speed to kick Rose aside and grab Elena. Rose flew backwards hitting into the wall and dropping a picture frame, and it came to a shatter of the floor around her. She stood up quickly, rolling her eyes. Elena's head was rested on Damon's chest, curled into him.
"Come on, Damon. You won't win." Rose said, as she moved towards Damon and the broken, scared figure attached to him. Damon let go of Elena, moving her to the side so he could turn to Rose.
"Damon, don't fight her." Elena whispered. He completely ignored her, moving closer to Rose with each step. Damon thought back to his previous visit with Jules.
"How is your friend doing? Rose, is that her name?" Jules taunted, and if they hadn't been situated in the very public Mystic Grill, Damon would have lunged by now. "You know, my aim was supposed to be you, but, since you so kindly murdered my best friend, I thought I'd returned the favor." She smirked at him, and Damon growled from deep within his throat. He looked around, but the bar was too packed, if he tried anything, someone would surely seen .
"Maybe it was stupid of me to cross you during a full moon, but now that that's over with, the tables have turned. Don't you know to never piss off a vampire?" Damon raised his eyebrows, his eyes never leaving the blonde. "Mason Lockwood was an idiot. He tried to kill me and look how he ended up. His heart on the other side of my parlor-room floor." This time it was Jules' turn to growl.
"Have the chills started yet? Any cravings? How about dementia?" Jules smiled and turned around, walking out the Grill doors. Damon was infront of her quicker, but now, they were outside.
"Tell me how to stop it." Damon stated, grabbing her neck and pushing her up against the brick wall.
"Drive a stake, through her heart." She motioned, using his chest as an example.
"You know, I don't really like when people threaten me, or my friends." Damon said. "I can't kill you, yet. But watch your back, wolf. 'Cause you just barked up the wrong tree." With a flick of his wrist, Damon had let go of her neck, and vanished, leaving a heavily breathing werewolf."
Damon opened a drawer, looking back at Elena, then grabbing the hand-made stake Stefan often kept there.
"I'm sorry Rose. There's no cure." Damon said, "I talked to Jules and I talked to Stefan. There is absolutely no cure." Stefan and Alaric had taken that small familiar road trip to the Duke Campus to one again look through Isobel's research for anything about werewolf bites.
"Damon…" Elena said, but once again, he ignored her. Then, without any warning, he advanced quickly on Rose. Elena watched them battle. Rose twisted Damon's arm around, Damon flung rose across the room. They never once broke their dangerous dance of lunges and strikes. Damon still held onto the stake, hitting Rose a few times, always missing the heart.
Elena searched the room for anything that would help Damon, and being Elena, she found Alaric's bag of weaponry. She found the strange vervain grenade launcher. She could hear the strange hisses, growls and cries of pain from the two battling vampires. Then, Damon and Rose could be seen. Rose, back to Elena, had Damon up against a wall.
"I'm stronger than you, Damon." Rose whispered, snatching the stake from his hand and holding it at his heart. Damon looked back to Elena, then back at Rose.
"But not smarter." Then, with the impact of the vervain, Damon flew out of the way and Rose tumbled to the ground, stake no longer in hand. Damon grabbed it, stabbing it hard and quick through Rose's chest. Pale skin turned grey, and veins appeared all over her body.
Damon stared at the body, and as Elena approached him, he gazed up from the body to her eyes. "I'm sorry, Damon." She said, loud and clear. Elena opened her arms to him, hugging his neck. This time, unlike when they had discovered Katherine's absence in the tomb, Damon wrapped his arms around her small waist. He kissed her hair, ignoring the opening of the door, and the undeniable smell of Stefan.
FIN.