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Lucy’s nose was buried in her phone while she was walking down the street, music blaring in her ears. She hadn’t even noticed that she was about to come face to face with Damon Salvatore until she nearly bumped right into him, skidding to a stop right before they collided. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she said, taking her headphones out, not realizing who it was at first, and then becoming nervous when she saw who it was.

“I am most certainly not prepared to fuck up in front of who knows how many people,” she muttered, knowing her father would hear her. Rose continued to walk forward until she dropped in her tracks and turned her heel to face Damon. “I’m going to be lampooned after this and certainly won’t be exemplary.”

“Ummm. Does Miranda Salvatore live here? Someone told me she did so I thought I’d stop by. She isn’t home, is she?” 

He’s only been kind of obsessed with her since the moment he laid his eyes on her but you’re right. He’s totally going to leave her.

Bonnie was sat alone at the bar drinking away her memories, a habit that was becoming disturbingly regular for the witch when she saw a face she hadn’t seen in a while across from her. “Hey stranger.” She said simply trying not to show in her voice that she was already buzzed. 

Honestly, Rose couldn’t even process what she was hearing from the other girl, but she showed the girl a fake smile and then parted. That was when her heartbeat slowed down because she was no longer thinking about killing the poor girl. Walking toward her was someone she wanted to avoid for a while, but she had no other choice since she was walking in their direction. “Hello again, dearest parent,” she said with a fake smile.

A newborn vampire on a night like this was the last thing this town needed, but it was what they had. Rose was dripping in blood as if she swam in it, but truth be told, she had killed so many humans that it appeared like that. Eventually, her father could be seen in the distance so she ran to him. The vampire grinned from ear to ear once she reached his side. “Hi, Daddy,” she said with her innocent little smile. “Look at my accomplishments!” Rose looked over her shoulder as she pointed toward a trail of dead bodies. If someone was in a helicopter and flew right over that, they could see that the bodies formed her initials, R.S.