PART 1

CHAPTER 12

"Are there any others, aside from you and Damon?"

Stefan felt his blood run cold. He knew she needed to know, but Rose was her sister and she was just as deadly as Damon. Stefan wanted Elena safe, but he also wanted to stop lying to her. Stefan's hesitation was an answer for Elena. "Who else!? How many more?" The brunette demanded. She glanced around, making sure they weren't attracting attention. Stefan dropped his head, shame on his face. "I didn't know. When I met her she was already turned." The implication wasn't lost on Elena, it was someone she knew. "Who?" She asked, needing to know but dreading the answer.

"Rosabella." Stefan winced as Elena let out a choked gasped, clasping her hand over her mouth, tears springing to her eyes. "Damon turned her… and the two of them… they're…" Stefan didn't know how to put it in words. Elena shook her head, talking behind her hand. "I know. They're close. Really close." Elena knew that it was highly likely that Rose was involved in the 'animal attacks'. Elena clenched her eyes closed, willing her tears to stop falling. Rose had been different, colder, and threatening. "I am so sorry Elena. I know she's your sister but Rose is more dangerous than even Damon."

Stefan sighed as the girl sat in shock, tears streaming down her face. "It's important that you keep this to yourself. It's not safe for you or Rose. People in this town know about vampires. They kill vampires. Which will not only mean Damon. Rose will be hunted too." Elena frowned at Stefan, suspicion in her eyes. "Do not use my sister as a way to keep me quiet." Stefan shook his head, a pleading look on his face. "That's not what I'm doing!... Elena, give me today. I will answer any questions that you have, and when it's over, you can decide for yourself what you wanna do with what you know. It will be your choice."

Stefan relaxed as Elena nodded her head, his phone buzzing in his pocket alerting him to Damon's growing impatience.

Rose leaned over Vicki, licking the blood off her neck and willing herself not to bite into the teen. She heard Damon approaching sitting on the couch opposite, drinking. Damon leaned back watching Rose and Vicki. "We got her good, didn't we?" Damon bragged, smirking at Rose. Rose hummed in response, her focus concentrated on Vicki's open wounds which were providing her with a fangless meal. "Well, she's not gonna be any fun today," Damon noted lazily. Rose moved away from Vicki's neck, a bloody grin on her face. "Not yet anyway."

Damon smirked as Rose bit into her wrist, placing it at Vicki's mouth. The girl resisted at first but was grabbing at Rose's wrist soon after, moaning in pleasure. Rose responded in kind, the pull of her blood leaving her lighting her body up in arousal. She pulled her wrist away gently, Vicki chasing after the appendage. The still weak girl fell off the couch, Rose to catch her with ease.

Rose smoothed Vicki's hair down, examining the filth and blood the girl was covered in. "I'm taking her to the shower, no peeking." Rose gave Damon a pointed look, the man giving her a lecherous smirk in response. With a shake of her head, Rose sped away with Vicki, no doubt going to his room instead of her own.

Rose sighed when Vicki came to. The redhead glared at her and attempted to push Rose away. "You bitch! You stole Tyler from me! You're supposed to be my best friend!" Realizing that Rose wasn't moving despite the strength behind her shoves, Vicki paused in her attack. "Are you done?" Rose asked, her head tilted and her eyebrow raised. Vicki's jaw slackened and she stammered out words.

Rose sighed again, before pushing Vicki towards the shower. Stepping in after her, Rose closed the door and began washing the blood and grime off of her own body. "I slept with him once. In the summer, I wanted to know what the fuss was about. Why you kept stringing Jeremy along only to break my little brother's heart every time you chose douche Tyler Lockwood." Vicki was silent as Rose spoke, standing still under the spray of water. "And then, shit happened to me and the next time I saw Tyler I did it because I wanted to play with his feelings. Ultimately Tyler chose me because his mother thinks you're trash and I'm a founding family member." Rose ignored the sharp intake of breath from Vicki and continued talking. "But he also chose me, because he thinks of you as trash. A toy."

"You bitch!" Vicki hissed out. Rose who had her back to Vicki turned to face her. "Jeremy worships the ground you walk on; he treats others like human beings and he's just generally a great guy. Stop making stupid fucking decisions Vic. Get your shit together."

Clean and done with the stupid pretenses Rose left the shower drying herself off and pulling on the underwear Damon had bought her. Lacy black, what he loved. She found a silk robe to match, leaving it open she left Vicki alone in the room.

Rose had reached the last step when Damon sped over to her. He gripped her around the waist, bringing her body flush against his own. "You look edible." He whispered, placing a hot open-mouthed kiss against the exposed flesh of her breasts. Rose rested her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. "You're angry right now, and you want sex, booze, and blood." Damon hummed against her skin, smirking up at her. His eyes softened when they locked with hers. "You know me so well." He leaned up, connecting their lips in a gentle kiss. When Damon became more eager, Rose pulled away.

"You know I won't give you sex," Rose spoke softly, but firm. Damon sighed moving away from her, intending to head back to the drink he had been nursing before she descended the stairs. Before he could get far, Rose pulled him back against her, tilting her head and exposing her neck. Damon's eyes widened, "Rose… Do you know what you're offering me right now?" Damon felt his fangs extend with just the thought. He had tasted Rose's blood when she was a human, but he had never done so as a vampire. "You told me about it before remember, not that I understand it, but… You're my everything, Damon. I want this."

Damon leaned down, piercing her skin gently. He groaned at the taste and the way that Rose clawed at his shoulders as she writhed in pleasure. Rose was giving something special to him, only him. Ever since he had turned her, Rose had been loyal to him, a friend to him. Family to him. And now, even though she didn't know exactly what this meant, Rose had essentially given herself to him.

He leaned away from her, watching the wound close before looking at her. Rose's eyes were half-lidded her weight leaning against him to support herself. Damon pushed her head into his neck, softly encouraging her to do the same to him. Rose hesitated, and Damon knew why. "It's okay. You're in control." The pleasure coursed through his body as she pierced his flesh.

Damon was sure he would give his life for her. Just as Rose knew she would for him.