I Know The End | D. Salvatore

The Bite

I had to blame Damon for the mess that we were in. He was careless when he attempted to get information out of the she-wolf that had come to town. Sticking wolfsbane in her drink only made her angry, and she retaliated. He had almost had a bite taken out of him, if Rose hadn't also been there too.

I sat beside the injured vampire on the couch in front of the burning fireplace. She looked deadly pale, like she had caught the common cold, which was impossible considering the fact that she is a vampire. Rose tilted her head to the side as I lent over to examine her wound. It looked awful, and terribly painful.

While I didn't know her too well, she had saved Elena's life when she tried to sacrifice herself to Klaus, and she had saved Damon. If she hadn't been over, Damon would be the one with a deathly bite mark. And I don't know what I would do if that were the case.

"I was born in 1450, that makes me 560 years old." Rose began to speak as she stared intently at the fireplace in front of us. "So I can die. I've lived long enough."

"If you're gonna be maudlin, I'm just gonna kill you myself..." Damon suddenly spoke up from the entrance to the library. I looked away from the bite mark and turned my head to look at him, I hadn't even heard him come in.

"Damon." I chastised him quietly

Damon looked at me with an innocent expression that was clearly sarcastic. "What? It's just a little werewolf bite."

"Just a little fatal-to-a-vampire werewolf bite." Rose chuckled sarcastically

"Well, according to legend, which is a notoriously unreliable source." Damon mused sarcastically, managing to muster up a small smile from the girl.

He then held out a glass that was filled with blood. "Drink up. Blood heals."

Rose drained the contents of the glass. "Yeah. It does feel like it's working."

"Let's have a look. Come on." Damon gestured for her to turn around. Rose sighed and turned her back to us so we could look at the wound. I pulled down the edge of her dressing gown so Damon could take a look at the wound himself. Somehow, the poison looked like it had spread further by a few inches.

"How is it?" Rose asked after a beat of silence.

"Uh, definitely better." Damon lied through his teeth. I gave him an appreciative look over my shoulder, knowing that he was only trying to make her feel better, before I put her robe back in place and covered the wound up.

"Um, Thea, can I talk to you?" Damon turned his attention to me.

"Sure." I nodded and stood up from the couch, leaving Rose by herself. Damon placed his hand on my lower back and led me to the front door. We stepped outside into the cool air and I could only assume it was to keep Rose from overhearing us.

"It's getting worse by the second. How long do you think she has?" I asked him once he closed the heavy wooden door.

"Days? Hours? I don't know. I'm not an expert in the field." Damon said

"So, what should we do?" I asked him

"I've got Alaric looking into a cure, and I'm going to go and talk to the werewolf." Damon explained

I opened my mouth immediately to protest the idea of him going to talk to her after everything that happened last night, but Damon interrupted me before I could start. "Don't bother arguing. It's not a full moon anymore, she can't hurt me. I will be fine."

"I still don't like it." I stated firmly with a stare of disapproval.

Damon sighed softly and brought his hands up to cup my face softly. "I know you don't. But I will be okay. I won't provoke her."