Rose-Marie (icantforget) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2014-02-04 09:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !anthologies, rose, serena van der woodsen |
Who: Rose and Serena
What: A mysterious plant and evil twins?
Where: Nemeton Tree
Warnings: TBD
Rose wasn't sure what drove her to leave the cabin that day and make her way to the eerie grounds near the Nemeton tree. Most of the time, the vampire made sure to avoid the area. It smelled of death, but more so, Rose had an innate fear that somehow, in coming near that tree, Bonnie's spell would be reversed and the vampire would find herself a ghost again. She might even have the horrible luxury of experiencing her death once more time in the process and her, like the other former spirits, had finally stropped relieving their deaths. She could finally roam outside at night without fearing incapacitation for a good hour or so and mind numbing pain to go along with it before she felt the phantom stake penetrate her heart and the life rush from her body. Despite the thirty-one days or so she'd been forced to endure the pain, she was sure she was not the only former member of the dead who'd never quite become accustom to it. Even now, wandering the forests at night, hands shoved into her back pockets, Rose half expected to feel herself die all over again. It was a giddy, overwhelming sense of relief, euphoria actually, when the clock struck the hour and she was still standing, unharmed and as normal as a vampire could hope to be.
Maybe it was this euphoric high, caused by the flood of relief or boredom, but that vampire headed for the tree that had partially be responsible for her return to the world of the living. It was a quiet night, but not unsettling or particularly off putting, especially to someone who could probably kill half the dangerous things or beasts lurking in the woods. There was something about the forest and the scent of the dirt, mud, slightly damp, that was calming to Rose and though she was happy living with Damon and the others, she never felt more free or alive than when she was out here. All she needed really was her horses, a pasture, and her long hair and it would be everything she'd left behind once vampire blood infiltrated her system. Well, there were the zombies, but tonight they seemed docile or occupied somewhere else and Rose was far from disappointed. Though she was a vampire, killing was never one of her favorite things, even if what she killed was not technically human anymore really.
The tree was a few steps away, it's familiar, haunting branches coming into view, sharp for Rose even in the dark night, when something else caught her attention. Not far from the base of the tree was a single flower, not bunch or even two, but a single flower. It was beautiful, delicate and soft in appearance and though she'd seen countless flowers over the years, Rose could not make herself turn away from this particularly one or simply dismiss it as another act of nature, beautiful, but another act all the same. Reluctant to be that close to the tree, Rose found herself practically beneath it. She knelt down, jeans against the cold grass, and tilted her head to the side, blue eyes studying it critically. For all intents and purposes it appeared as any other flower did, but there was something magical about it all the same. Something addicting. Rose frowned and reached out to lightly brush her fingers against a petal. It was smooth and thin beneath the tips. "You are a strange little flower..." she murmured to herself.