A Rose Has Its Thorns | [Rose]

For a while now, Stefan held true to the one idea of making himself stronger. It started with working out but progressed to drinking blood mouthful by mouthful. Admittedly it was a lot easier that it used to be, After he'd been the ripper...again. Things were different now. Elena was gone. Damon needed him. He had to put on a brave face. At first glance the easy way would be to flip the switch and turn off his humanity but it took a lot for him to learn that he needed them; his emotions, They made him who he was.

Sitting at his desk, he flipped open the nearest unfinished journal and after flipping to the first free page he began scribbling away. Admittedly, I haven't written in a journal for a while. I guess an apology is in order but I'm not sure if it's appropriate? I once said that I jot down my thoughts and feelings because memories are too precious to forget so I guess I'm a hypocrite. But in reality, the truth is that recently there's just a large amount of things that I'd rather forget. I feel like I'm stuck in a dilemma.....Caught between a rock and a hard place. How am I supposed to deal with losing Elena again? At least when she was with my brother she was still around but now? The pen slipped out of his hand as he lost his trail of thought.

The thirst for blood is like a burning sensation, it kind of creeps up on you and consumes you. The veins under his eyes protruded from his cheeks and his became severely bloodshot. Stefan only knew of one source of blood in the house; Damons fridge. He flitted from his room to the basement, The wind he created shook the corridors before he raided the fridge. Whether it was in the heat of the moment or not, he couldn't remember the last time he fed. Without hesitation he ripped open the blood bag and drank it dry. Gasping for air between each mouthful he thought to himself, I really shouldn't let it get that bad.

Now a little more...refreshed Stefan opened up another blood bag and emptied its contents into a whiskey glass. Closing the fridge he made his way back towards his room. Pausing briefly as he passed the cells he reflected on his time back in mystic falls. It was funny in a way, how many people had been locked up in the cells of the boarding house. Stefan allowed himself to revel in the (admittedly dark) humour of the fact that he's been looking through the iron bars on a number of occasions from both sides; of the door. Leaning against one of the heavy wooden doors, He took a swig from his glass of blood. He made a mental note of how convenient it was to have a fridge full of blood, I'll have to remember to thank Damon for that. Though, I wonder who originally came up with the idea. Emptying the glass as he humanly strolled, Stefan made his way back to his room.

As he passed Damon's room something caught his eye. The door was slightly ajar, he could see something someone moving. Under the pretence that Damon wasn't in and that no-one else was there, Stefan's curiosity got the better of him. Pushing the door aside he stepped into the room ready for anything. A female figure moved about under the covers of Damon's' bed. With a raised eyebrow, Stefan watched as the woman stretched and moaned before the sheets slipped down from over her face. The sound of glass breaking filled the air as the whiskey glass that he was holding hit the floor. "......Rose?!" He questioned, with sheer surprise clear in his voice. The recently deceased vampire had made a random appearance, and in Damon's bed no less.


Words: Approx 648.
Tagged: Rose & Damon (Possible)
Outfit: Topless, wearing black jeans.
Notes: I'm sorry it's so sucky. I hate starting threads and I'm tired so yeah....that's my excuse. It'll pick up though as the thread goes on I promise 8D