Rosed

Crying Wolf

Damon POV:

Found myself officially in a relationship for the first time in over 140 years and what do you know not even 6 full hours later I was paying for it.

What the hell was I thinking? People like me don't get to be happy... we don't get the quiet nights in relaxing on the sofa with our girl.

Not that she was my girl, well, not just my girl. No, she wanted us to be partners and because of that she didn't run and leave me when she damn well should have.

I didn't know how long it had been since I passed out but I came to chained to a chair with a sadistic wooden spiked metal collar locked around my neck.

Looking around I see Rose is tied up similarly with Stevie standing to her right holding two chains that seem to be connected to her collar.

"Ah, morning, sunshine," he says turning around to face me once he hears me trying to get out of my restraints.

"So good of you to finally join us," he tells me.

"Apologies for the theatrics," he says gesturing between Rose and myself, "I saw this movie once, some torture porn flick. Anyway, they had this collar device that was really cool, so I just modified it some with some wooden nails, and when I pull..."

He pulls the ends of the chains forward and spikes around Rose's collar dig into her neck causing her to cry out.

Oh god, am I gonna torture this asshole for weeks before even thinking about putting him out of his misery.

"Stop! What the hell do you want, haven't killed us yet so it must be something," I say internally feeling like my soul... what's left of it, is dying seeing Rose afraid and in pain.

He gives Rose a bit of slack while grinning sadistically at me, "hear you have something called a moonstone," he says as the other lone survivor from the attack on Rose and I last night walks into the room joining us.

I let out a chuckle, "All this for a rock, really?" I ask.

"You made a mistake bringing that witch to our showdown... tipped us off to what was really going on," he says like he's some genuis who's figured out the impossible.

"You wanna break the sun and moon curse... well, we're gonna break it first. Time werewolves finally rise above vampires in the supernatural order," he says.

"Yeah, sounds great. Look you want to know why werewolves are all but extinct and at the bottom of the supernatural food chain? It's 'cause you guys never know when to quit," I tell them, "I mean you came to town looking for Mason with how many 28.... maybe 30 of you in your pack?"

He doesn't answer, not surprisingly, but I carry on with my soliloquy anyway, "Let's be generous call it 30," I say.

"Then Jules couldn't help but stick her nose in and it became 29. Then you and Brady couldn't let that go so you went after Caroline and Tyler, fine... you know I honestly would have given you a pass there but you had to push it when you went after Rose. How many did you lose that night again what was it... 13, 15 wolves? Let's be conservative call it 13, now you're down to 16 in total. You were warned to leave town but again decided to come into my home in the middle of the night and insert yourself in something that has less than zero to do with you. Sun and the moon curse? Sorry, but it's not real, just a way for some big bad potential hybrid to be all he can be," I tell them not caring if they believe me or not.

"How many did you lose last night during your little raid... is it just the two of you left? Gotta be at least one more don't recall seeing your pal Brady there," I say thinking out loud a little.