“You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life. A place longing to come alive again. It's a place for disappearing, you'd said, a place for getting lost... and for getting found.
I'll take you there, you'd said.
And I could say that I agreed.”
Damon would pinch himself if it meant he didn’t look stupid whilst doing it. It had to be a dream; he must have fallen asleep after leaving Elena behind. Or he was drunk, so drunk that he was beginning to see things. Damon watched as she poured herself a drink, she was lucky it was her because he didn’t allow anyone near his favourite stash of liquor. He reached out to pour himself another one; if he was drunk and hallucinating, then one more wouldn’t hurt. Damon knocked back the liquid in the glass and traced his tongue across his lips.
“Do what you want, Casper. Just don’t bother lecturing me on what I did to Elena.”
Rose couldn’t help the small smile that curved her lips before taking another sip, “Casper? I see your little nicknames haven’t gone out of fashion. I’ll stay for a little bit. You never know, you might need someone to protect you from a pissed off wolf again.” She tried to inject some humor into a situation that was definitely grave, yet there was no denying her miserable undertone that no amount of pretending could sooth. Right now, there was little hope for her; little hope that she’d actually enjoy living as something she despised—vampire. “What did you do to Elena?” Rose inquired, slinging back the rest of her drink before pouring another. Although she didn’t dare say, most of her day had been spent freaking out and attempting to scrub away to sickening smell of damp dirt.
