Ann Y.S.

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TOP 25 CROSSOVER SHIPS | #25 | DAMON/ROSALIE

“Oh please…what could you possibly know about suffering?” His voice was it’s usual sarcastic drawl as he mocked her. She could feel his judgy little eyes staring at her, but didn’t dare look at him. “I know you’re type…walking around like you’re better than everyone else, probably one of those little girls who turned to spend the rest of her life with the man she loves…blah, blah, blah…get over it. We all have to.”

Her lips drew back into a sadistic smile and she bowed her head down slightly. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” She murmured softly. 

“Oh really? Please, enlighten me. I am so fascinated to hear what tragic events happened to you.” Once again, he was sarcastic and he made it obvious he really wasn’t that interested, but she told him anyway. Not because she wanted to, but simply because she wanted to wipe that smug look from his face.

Turning her head ever so slightly to the side, she paused for dramatic effect before speaking, her tone so matter of fact, despite the sensitive topic they were about to discuss. “My fiancée and his friends beat me to death and left me naked in the streets.” Her eyes vaguely caught sight of his face dropping, his mouth parting slightly in shook. She twisted her head that little bit more, but still refused to make eye contact. “But not before they had their fun with me.” She did not wish to go in detail.

Licking her lower lower, she turned away once more to stare out in front of her. “A vampire named Carlisle Cullen found me bleeding…he thought he was saving me. I remember lying there, silently pleading with him to just let me die, but I couldn’t speak. I didn’t know what he was going to do to me then. All I knew was that I didn’t want to survive.” Her voice drifted off and she realised she had gone more into the story than she had originally planned. She fell silent and swallowed hard, ignoring the stinging sensation of tears in her eyes. 

Damon was still. His eyes stared at the floor. He felt like an asshole but then, he often felt like that. “I’m sorry.” He murmured after a few moments and it amused her that he actually sounded half-genuine. 

“I don’t need your pity.” She informed him coldly.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t offer it.” Damon responded. “Just don’t expect a hug.” His eyes fluttered back up to glance at her and even though she wasn’t looking in his direction, he could have sworn he saw her mouth tilt up into the faintest of smiles. 

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