❝I'M INSANE BUT I'M YOUR BABY❞
In which a 1000-year-old vampire is kinda batshit insane but it's okay because she really does mean well.
{the vampire diaries middle of s1-?}
{Damon Salvatore x 𝑓𝑒𝑚!oc}
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Elena's rescue from two vampires Rose and Trevor had been a tense and dangerous ordeal, but it was finally over. Damon and Stefan returned home, their faces grim as they relayed the events to Primrose
At the mention of Elijah, Primrose's face went pale. Her eyes widened in terror, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She staggered back, her breath coming in shallow, rapid bursts.
"Primrose, what's wrong?" Elena asked, her concern deepening as she saw her reaction.
"No," she whispered, almost to herself. "No, no, no..."
Without warning, Primrose collapsed onto the couch, her hands clutching at her hair as if trying to hold onto reality. She rocked back and forth, her sobs breaking through the silence of the room.
"Prim!" Damon said urgently, kneeling in front of her. "Look at me."
He reached out, placing a hand on her arm, but she recoiled violently, her eyes snapping open, wild with panic. "No! No, no, please. Please, I'm sorry, I'll never leave again, I swear. I'll never run!" she cried, her voice raw with desperation."
"It's me! It's Damon!" he said, holding onto her tightly, trying to anchor her. "Rosie, baby, look at me. It's just me."
Primrose's eyes darted around as if searching for an escape. She was shaking uncontrollably, her emotions a chaotic storm. "Damon, you have to help me," she whispered, her voice barely audible over her sobs.
"Anything. I'm not going to let anything happen to you," Damon said, his tone fierce and protective. "Just tell me what's going on."
Primrose took a shaky breath, her tears streaming down her face as she struggled to articulate her fear. "He's coming for me. He's never going to stop until he finds me," she said, her voice breaking with each word.
"Who? Who's coming for you?" Damon asked, his grip tightening on her shoulders, trying to ground her.
"Niklaus," she choked out. "Niklaus is coming and he's going to kill me. He's going to kill everyone."
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Primrose's voice trembled as she spoke, her eyes faraway and haunted. "I had a terrible dream. My brother worked in the mines. There were screams. Lots and lots of screams," she said, her voice breaking.
"The next day my brother was gone. My father said I was wicked. A child of the devil."
Stefan's brow furrowed in concern. "How does this tie into Klaus?"
Primrose's hands clutched at her knees, her eyes welling up with tears. "I wasn't supposed to leave the garden. My mum was a witch. She couldn't protect me past the garden. But I didn't listen. Not when I saw him."
"Klaus?" Elena asked, her voice trembling with apprehension.
Primrose's gaze seemed to pierce through the room, her body shaking as she recalled the memories. "He said he'd help me. That I had a gift. He said he loved me but he..." Her voice faltered, choked by emotion.
