Season 3: The Murder of One
Rosalie jogs up Alaric's apartment stairs, carrying a crate with some coffee and a snack in it. She knocks on the door. Rosalie waits patiently for Alaric to come to the door, but it immediately opens, revealing Damon.
"Morning, Sunshine" Damon looks her up and down.
"Hey" She smiles. "How's Alaric?" She asks.
"Indecent, but fine" Rosalie raises a brow.
"So then does that mean there were no issues last night?"
"Nope. Slept like a baby. Woke up Alaric. No headlines about dead council members" Rosalie nods.
"Is there a reason you haven't moved from the door to let me in?" Rosalie licks her lips. Damon glances down at the crate. He pucks the brown paper bag off the crate.
"Hey--"
"What'd you bring me?" He inhales the muffin. "Ooh, chocolate muffins. You know what they say: the way to a psycho killer's heart is through his stomach" Rosalie frowns.
"That's not funny, besides," She snatches the bag. "they aren't for you" Damon snorts.
"Fine. Sadly, Ric's going to have to pass on Rosalie time today. You know, lock down and all" Rosalie scrunches her eyebrows together.
"Damon, what happened?" She asks softly. Damon takes the crate from her and slams the door.
"You can't win with those puppy eyes, Rosalie!" He shouts. Rosalie scoffs, a smile on her face.
"You've got to be kidding me" She mumbles.
"I'm not!" Damon locks the door. Rosalie spins around and jogs down the stairs.
"Jogging down the stairs, out the front door, hit it" Damon smirks. Alaric grabs the saw and runs it through the Mystic Falls sign. Stefan smirks. They found white oak.
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Damon sits in the chair, whittling the end of the stake. There's about six of them they've made now from that one sign. Stefan examines them to make sure they are properly sharpened. Stefan picks up one and shuffles over to his older brother.
"Needs to have a sharper point" Damon takes it from it, glancing at it. He sees the flaws.
"Got it"
"Finally have own stakes to kill an original I'm not going to miss because you can't whittle" Stefan's snarky attitude is getting on Damon's nerves.
"I said I got it. Stop micro managing me" Alaric grabs his coat off the chair.
"Look, if you guys got it under control, I'm going to call the sheriff. I want to turn myself in" Stefan turns around. Damon scoffs.
"No, you don't"
"I have a homicidal alter ego. Unlike some people," He looks in between the brothers. "I would like to take responsibility for the people I've killed" Alaric says.
"If you wanted to turn yourself in, you wouldn't be saying it out loud. Just sayin" Damon points out.
"Hey, listen, of all the people, you cannot psychoanalyze me. I killed Caroline's father, I nearly killed Meredith. What if I kill Rosalie's dad?" Both the brother's freeze. "Yeah, you forgot that he's on the council. Everything's changed. I'm sure if he dies, Rosalie will be up there. And where is that going to get us?"
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Rose Petals (Discontinued)
Fanfiction"Why? What's the problem? I thought you didn't love her anymore," Klaus grips Rosalie's hair. She winces and holds onto Klaus's wrist. Stefan glances between the two frantically. "Klaus...Please. Just let her go. I'll do whatever you say, just let h...
