It Was Epic (SI-FemDamon)

The Descent

Daniella's POV:

I lay next to Rose, consumed by guilt. Calling the BAU for extra time away weighed heavily on my mind. As Rose stirred, I greeted her quietly. "Hey, Babydoll. How are you?" I inquired, my voice soft.

"I could be better, Daniella," she responded with a laugh. "Your name is so perfect. No need for a pet name."

I smiled at her, the affection in her words warming my heart. Offering to take her anywhere, she chose the library, so I scooped her up and carried her there. Stefan knew how much I blamed myself for what happened. He had called Lexi, hoping for a cure, but when that didn't pan out, he had her come over. They were both concerned about me, knowing I could shut off my emotions.

Returning with a blood bag, I settled in beside Rose. "I was born in 1450. That would make me 560 years old," she remarked. I chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, if you were a bottle of wine..." I began, but her serious expression halted my jest.

"I can die happy. I have lived long enough," she said, her words casting a shadow over us. My mind raced with scenarios, but I pushed them aside as she made a request.

"Can you do something for me?" she asked quietly.

I hesitated, struggling with my emotions. "No," I replied, tears welling in my eyes. Her pleading gaze broke my resolve. "Hey, please look at me," she implored, gently lifting my chin. "Please, Daniella. I can't..." I murmured, tears streaming down my face. Eventually, I relented, promising to fulfill her request. She hugged me tightly, and I handed her the blood bag.

"Just a little sip, for me," I requested softly. As she drank, hope flickered in her eyes. "Blood heals, right?" she asked hopefully.

"Yeah, it does feel like it's working," she remarked, her voice tinged with relief. "How's the bite looking?" she inquired.

"Truth or Comfort?" I countered, knowing the severity of her condition. Despite her choice of comfort, her uneasy expression betrayed her true feelings. "It's better...right, eavesdropper?" I teased, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Not bad," she replied unconvincingly. As she curled into my body, I tucked her in and gently covered her back. "Where's my brother?" I asked, trying to divert her thoughts.

"He left. I need you to talk to him. He's convinced that he has to find Isobel, but I think that's going to upset Elijah," she explained, her eyes clouded with jealousy.

Rolling my eyes, I shifted Rose's position. "I'll be back in a second, Babydoll. Get some rest, okay?" I instructed her gently. She nodded sleepily, and I left the room, signaling Elena to follow me.

"Is she going to die, Daniella?" Elena asked, her voice laced with concern.

I sighed heavily, my gaze dropping to the floor. "Most likely. Stefan has already invited Lexi because they're worried about me flipping the switch," I admitted, pouring myself a glass of bourbon.

"So, like poison?" Elena inquired, her brow furrowing with worry.

"What part of being an Amnesic Vampire do you not understand?" I retorted, my tone tinged with sarcasm.

"I'm sorry, Daniella," Elena apologized, attempting to offer comfort.

"Death happens. We come, we go. As an FBI agent, I understand that better than anyone here. I see the worst of people," I said, my voice hollow with resignation. "Go home, Elena. You have Katherine's face, and Rose hates Katherine. So, go home. Leave us alone. Leave me alone," I urged her, my tone firm.

As Elena departed, I returned to Rose's side, lifting her gently and placing her in bed. "I hate this. I'm a vampire. I haven't had a cold in five centuries," I muttered, brushing her hair away from her face.