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"KATHERINE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? LET ME GO!"
Rosemary pulled against the glaring woman's tight grip, her body covered in goosebumps from the loose covering of her nightgown in the cold night.
"Just a little further, now, Rosemary. They'll be waiting for you."
"What are you talking about?" Rosemary shook her head, her voice thick with fear. "Katherine, I must get back to Damon, he'll be worried and come looking for me."
Katherine spins around, her glare gone in place of a smirk that sends fear shooting down her spine. "Don't you worry about Damon, he's going to be just fine."
Rosemary yells out, her timid voice cracking as Katherine lunged at her throat, sharp fangs tearing through the delicate skin there.
Pale skin tinted red, and Rosemary's screams died out as Katherine tore into her throat relentlessly, and she whimpered helplessly as the woman shoved her down, letting her fall to the ground limply.
"K–Kath–"
The brunette bent down, her lips smeared with blood as dark veins disappeared beneath her eyes. "Don't worry, Rosemary. It's all over now."
Rosemary blinked sluggishly, and Katherine was gone when she opened her foggy eyes again.
She tried to swallow, but a spurt of blood shot up her throat and she coughed it out onto the dirt road being muddled with her blood. Her weak hand clenched around the silver rings in her palm, dirtied with the mess of murder.
She let out a hoarse, choked off sob, unable to contain it as she realized she was going to die in the middle of a dirt road.
All she could think about was her husband, and how devastated he'd be. They'd not been married a full week. Just an hour prior, they were discussing what they'd be doing for Christmas, and when they'd start building their first house.
She didn't want him to find her like this.
Uselessly, she dug her fingers into the dirt beneath her and tried to drag herself away, but realized it was a useless battle with how much blood she'd lost in such a short amount of time.
Her eyes were growing heavier and her heartbeat slowed in the lull of the night in the once-peaceful town of Mystic Falls. Rosemary Salvatore lay dying, clutching onto her husband's wedding ring and praying he'd be alright without her.
