Tribrid Salvatore

2x12 The Descent

It was not even an hour after she fell asleep that Luna was up again. She slipped out of her bed and padded over to the window. She had a nightmare and since there was no one else awake in the house, she contented herself with staring out into the dark woods outside of her bedroom window. It had always been like that since she was old enough. Whenever she had a nightmare, she would always calm herself down and just stay awake until her mother arrived. Luna's momma had enough problems and sleepless nights without her daughter adding to them.

The next morning, Luna attached herself to her Uncle Damon, not leaving his side, even as he got a blood bag for a sick Rose. The older vampire had gotten worse after the previous night and so far nothing had helped.

"I was born in 1450," Rose murmured, looking up at the two Salvatores "That makes me 560 years old."

Damon smirked but there was concern hidden in his eyes "Well, if you were a bottle of wine..."

"So I can die. I've lived long enough," the female vampire continued.

"You know, if you're gonna be morn, I'm just gonna kill you myself just to put me and Luna out of your misery," Damon rolled his eyes as he poured the blood from the bag into a glass "Come on, it's just a little werewolf bite."

Rose snorted "Just a little, fatal to a vampire, werewolf bite." She glanced at Luna who hadn't spoken a word since she attached herself to the younger vampire, slightly concerned about the faint outline of circles under her eyes. Maybe she should have insisted that someone stayed with her last night...

"Well," the older Salvatore hummed "According to a legend which is a notoriously unreliable source. Drink up." He gave Rose the glass of blood "Blood heals."

She sipped at the thick, red liquid "Yeah, it does feel like it's working."

"Let's have a look," Damon clapped, setting his niece down on Rose's lap "Come on. Let me see." He blinked at the bite mark and grimaced. It got worse and actually spread further down her back. Maybe there was something to that legend after all...

Rose tightened her arms around the four-year-old "How is it?" There was a huge amount of trepidation in her voice. She was aware of what happened to vampires who were bitten. The older vampire saw it a few times already.

The older Salvatore took a deep breath "Definitely... better. Right, Elena?"

"Um," the Doppelgänger stuttered "It's not bad." It was obvious to all of the people in the room that she was lying and that's definitely saying something.

Damon looked at her with a raised eyebrow "Where's Stefan?"

"He left," she shrugged "I need you to talk to him. He's convinced that he has to find Isobel but I think that's gonna upset Elijah."

"No can do," the older of the brothers shook his head "I'm with Stefan on this one but if you could play nurse and babysitter for a little while..."

Rose looked up at the younger vampire in shock. She had told him that Elena was on the verge of being abusive to his niece and he wanted her to look after the little one? Was he crazy? "It's not necessary."

"It is necessary," Damon argued "Elena is a do-gooder. It's in her nature, she just can't resist." Under his breath, he added, only for Rose and Luna to hear "I'm gonna give you a recorder. If she says or does anything to Luna, record it. It's the only way. Please?" He pressed a small recorder into the older vampire's hand and kissed both of his girls on the forehead before leaving.

An hour later, Elena helped Rose to Damon's bedroom, where she snuggled into the covers "I hate this," Rose groaned "I'm a vampire, I haven't had a cold in five centuries."