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Title: All I see is monsters lurking in the dark
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Rosabella Primavera - March 13, 2012 10:19 PM (GMT)
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Rosabella didn't know where she was headed when she left the house, she just had to get out of there. She felt as if she was suffocating, she felt as if she could not breath her aunt and uncle would not give her space. She was about to break down and she didn't want her family to see, she hated being so weak she hated others to see how much she hurt. So she ran, ran fast and far, not thinking about where she was headed to she just let her legs carry her.
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She hated feeling this...out of control, even when she tried to control her feelings it didn't work. After she woke up in the hospital she was in bad shape, crying all the time, waking up screaming. She was always afraid, always frightened that the...the vampire was going to come back and kill her. She even slept with the light on now, how stupid was that. She had panic attacks, night terrors and she hated it. The thing that didn't get her was why she wasn't dead, why did she live and her parents died, it was killing her that she was and they weren't.
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After she got out of the hospital her family made her go see a therapist, but even when she told them what happened, the truth they didn't believe her. The therapist told her it was just her way of dealing with the trauma, but damn it she knew what she saw, what did this to her. It was too fast, to strong to be a normal person, normal people did not drink the blood of others. They did not drain them to where they almost died. In Italy they had their own stories of blood suckers, vampires, but it was modern days no one believed in that stuff.
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She wished she didn't, but she knew what she saw, she knew what did this to her. A vampire almost killed her, and killed her parents. Now what did she do about it? Nothing, what could she do about it, other then just be more careful. And now she was a mess, before all this happened she was a happy girl. Popular at her school, out going, always laughing always the life of the party, now she was anti social girl who lost the two people she loved more than anything.
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Rosabella pushed forward, letting her legs carry her, her mp3 player blasting in her ears and head. She just wanted to get as far away as she could, run out her anger and saddlers. She heaved for breath but did not stop running, not until she came to this bridge. She thought her uncle called it the wickery bridge. She had never been here before, didn't know how she found it except she ran without knowing where she was going.
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Rosabella stopped running, bending she took several breaths slowly walking onto the bridge. The tears still in her eyes, threatening to give away as she took breath after breath, reminding herself she was still alive. “Why not me?” She asked softly, to herself but no answer came back. With a sigh she walked over to the Bridges railing, leaning over she stared down into the water, letting the music carry her away. The tears fell but she did not wipe them away, she hadn't cried since the funeral, she held it all in hoping no one would see. But since no one was around she did not care, she let the pain take her for a few minutes. Rosabella let herself slide to the ground, back against the railing, she sat like that for a while. Maybe an hour, she didn't keep track of the time, the tears stopped after a while, and now she just sat starring into the darkness. Her phone went off but she ignored it, it was her aunt or uncle calling to make she was ok, try to get her to come home. But she just needed space, they never gave her any space which was one reason she was breaking down right now.
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But she knew she had to get home, the darkness frightened her. Everywhere she looked she saw that monster, lurking just waiting to strike back out at her. She only left now because she needed space, she wasn't even sure where town was exactly but she would find it, if she found the bridge she could find home right? As Rosabella was standing up she heard the distinctive sound of footsteps on the bridge. She froze and turned toward the sound, her eyes scanning the darkness. “Hello? Someone there?” She called out slowly, her accent making her words sound broken slightly. Rosabella stepped back slightly, until she saw who or what it was she was not moving, her muscles tightened and her heart raced. In her mind she saw the vampire who attacked her, in real life she saw darkness only.

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Damon Salvatore - March 14, 2012 10:52 PM (GMT)
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It wasn't all that often that Damon bothered to take a little walk through the forest near his house. Being that he had been so wrapped up with brother problems and fighting to get closer to Elena, that consumed most of his time. The evening was perfect though and Damon wasn't about to let it slide. Stefan was god knows where and Elena was out with Bonnie. The thought had even crossed Damons mind to hunt for the simple joys of hunting.<p>

Having left his cell phone and keys at the boarding house, he slipped out the door and headed towards one of the less traveled paths to Wickery Bridge. The last time he had been there he believed was with Elena. Or was it Stefan? The days with all the drama lately made it a blurr. Damon didn't bother to hide the sound of his steps and with downward place of a foot, the crunching of leaves underneath broke the silence around him.<p>

A few minutes walk and he was taking those first few steps against the bridges surface. A low hum filled the air as he kept his intent on enjoying himself. About halfway cross the bridge though, there was something that made him come to a stop. Humming ceased as it all other thoughts. Damon focused on the sound he had heard and realized it was a woman with an accent he hadn't heard in Mystic Falls as of lately. A brow lifted over those intense eyes of his. Who would dare to come out this way with all the drama lately? Leave it to Damon to be nosy and investigate.<p>

He headed towards the sound of the womans voice, well- the direction it had come from and did his best not to startle the woman any more than he had it seemed. Once he came into view and the woman could see him fully, he took her into his sight. A young woman by the looks of things. Human too. He licked his tongue across his licks and then smiled to the unknown woman. " Hello.. You know, you shouldn't be out here like this alone. Could be dangerous."<p>


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Rosabella Primavera - March 14, 2012 11:16 PM (GMT)
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Rosabella saw someone step into the moon light, her eyes were already adjusted to the dark that she could make out who it was plus the moon light helped. She did not move or speak as she looked him over, he was older by some years she could tell. And he was really...attractive, ok he was hot but he still could be dangerous, she learned that a year ago. Rosabella looked behind her nervously then at the man, taking a step back away from him. His words did not reassure her that he was not dangerous, in fact it made it worse. She could feel her heart pound faster, the start of her panic attack, she had enough of them lately that she could tell when they started. In her mind she saw the night that her parents were killed, the very attractive boy she met then who followed her back to her hotel, who almost killed her.
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Rosabella shook her head and lick her bottom lip nervously looking over at the attractive stranger. She realized she had not spoken yet but she was finding it hard to find her voice. “Si (yes) it is very late, I should not be here.” She replied softly with a thick Italian accent, her words sounding broken. Rosabella studied the stranger for a second more still not moving closer, the way home was past him which meant she had to stop being a coward and walk near him. She couldn't seem to make herself move though, she just stood there starring up at him, her heart pounding away as she tried to draw air into her lungs. “Scusi (sorry) what your name?” She asked softly tilting his head to the side as she asked.
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She didn't offer her own name at first but seeing as he might tell her if she did not give her own name. Taking a small step toward him Rosabella looked out past him then back to him. She felt very uneasy very scared, she was always scared at night or whenever she met someone new though. “I'm Rosabella, I just moved here.” She said simply then inclined her head, waiting for him to introduce himself. Wishing she could make herself move, then she could leave her guardians would be worried. And her panic attack would get worse, she knew that from past expirence.

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