'『 ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏɴs. 』'
a love story that has 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 but we all know that always and forever doesn't last... even for immortals.
《 The Vampire Diaries Season 3-4 》
𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: May 26, 2019
𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: Novembe...
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It was currently 8:30 in the morning and I was still in bed in nothing but my undergarments. I take off the duvet on me and walk to Nik's closet and steal a shirt from him and take my shorts that was laid down on the floor from last night. For days, I have been thinking about my relationship with Nik. Our relationship has been confusing, we've hooked up and we just had sex last night and I still don't know what our relationship is, I don't exactly aim to be one of his many conquests that he had in the past. I want to be someone to him, more than just someone to be honest.
I walk out of his room, "Nik?" I call out for him, "love?" There's still no answer, the house is insanely quiet except from a fire burning. I run to the study and saw Nik crouch down beside a stool, in front of the fire, he looks haggard than ever.
"What happened?" I gasp, slowly approaching the man that caught my heart for a century. But he shakes his head, "I need more time. Stop hounding me!" He suddenly yells at me. Jumping back in fear, "Nik, love... what's wrong?" I stutter. "I'm not hounding you, I just woke up."
"Rosabella?" He whispers at me.
"Yeah, it's me." I nod, but he shakes his head, disagreeing with himself, "Prove it."
"At the Winter Wonderland charity event, I admitted my centuries long feelings for you. We danced to the silence of Mystic Falls in front of the Mayor's drowned body... We're the broken hearts club." I tell him hoping he would let me in now to tend to him of his suffering which was obvious on his face and lack of words to come out.
"Rosa..." He finally sees it. I smile, kneeling down beside him, caressing his hair and placing a kiss on his forehead, "It's me, love. What happened to you?" I ask him, he excuses himself and stand up with my help, I set him down on the stool where he was leaning onto.
"Silas, he stabbed me with the white-oak stake. There's a piece of it inside me." He pants, hearing his name made my blood boil.
"Why would Silas attack you?" I ask him, grabbing the bloody pliers laid on the floor which I figured what he used to try to get it out of him, himself.
He chuckles, "Well, I was in no position to ask questions. Suffice it to say, I'm hurt." I frown, then turning him around to get the stake out of him until I felt someone's hands on me and snap my neck. Leaving me to fall down the floor while my lover is in torturous pain.
Waking up, feeling a big pounding in my head. I tried to reach for it to realize that my both of my hands were cuffed and attached to the wall, a familiar room. "Salvatore basement." I scoff. Standing up but fell back down.
"The cuffs are laced with wolfsbane." I heard and it was Matt outside the door.
I check my hand and saw it turning red, sizzling in pain. I brought my hand down and sat on the bed which was made in the past for Alaric but now gone. "Why am I here? Last time I check, I was on the Good Guys team."
