Meeting the Family (RoseyPosy and Ali)

[Victor Ambrose]

Everything happened so fast. Everything happened so quickly that he didn't know what to do. His body reacted on its own, and he had no clue as to what it was doing. He just sat there as he saw his body move with Ali, keeping her in his sight, and being the body guard. He stood beside her, fearing the worst. He was confused, lost, and most of all, scared for Ali.
He just watched as Ali talk to Rose, trying to pacify her, even in her obvious enraged state.
"Rose....Please dont do this. I was going to tell you but I was afraid you would react like this."
He heard the words, and he could tell Ali wanted to tell her, but he could also see that she was torn between his safety and Rose having the knowledge of his existence.
"Do you remember the day we met? I taught you how to open a beer bottle with your fangs. And we were instantly friends. Remember? Rose...I know you love me. And I know your werewolf love was taken away."[/color]
What? Is this why she was about to rip his head off? Because he was a werewolf and he reminded Rose about her past love that she lost so long ago? Because he aged? Be cause he can die? Because he isn't a vampire?! All of this mess because of him… a wolf?
The thoughts raced through his mind, and for once, Victor couldn't help but ashamed of him being a wolf. He has always loved being a wolf. The speed, the power, the hearing, the smell… he loved it all… but not right now. He has never felt so bad about him being the wolf he was. Right now, he hated himself. He hated it. If it was a tangible part of him, he was willing to rip it out, and destroy it over and over and over. This hate was so severe, that he started to hate himself.
"I loved a werewolf once before Vic and Stephan. I lost him. And then I lost Stephan. Please dont take away this one. The one that I love the most. The one I cant live without. Please."[/color]
Those words snapped him out of his self-loathing. He heard those words, and he could feel his mind settle down. She didn't care if he was a wolf. She didn't care if he aged. She didn't care if he wasn't a vampire. She didn't care if he could…………………………
He could die… and he could lose her. And that was the one thing he didn't want to do.
'NOT NOW VICTOR!!! FOCUS!!!'
He snapped out of it, and Rose snapped into it.
Something Ali said triggered Rose into trauma.
He didn't know what to do, but whatever happened, he would stay beside Ali.

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Note: Sorry the post is small. It was under time pressure.

[Ali Ambrose]

Ali's hope had been that reminding her of their past would make her calm down. If only a small degree. Anything would help at this point since she had lost her temper. Anything at all would help at this point. She wasnt sure it could get much worse. But she kept herself on her guard, still standing in front of Vic, protecting him from the dangers of her best friend and cousin. She wasnt going to loose Vic. No. She refused to loose Vic. She loved him with all of her heart and soul and she didnt want to let him go. Not until it was time for him to go. Even if he did age and die later in life, she would always love him and treasure the days they had together. It would be special for her. And she might not ever find someone else to fill in the hole that would appear, but she knew her friends would be there. Rose telling her I told you so, but there for her none the less. Nix telling her it would be all right, Nora there was well.

What she hadnt expected, was for Rose to fall off the deep end when she mention Anthony. She hadnt even said his name. She fell into this little slump that she hadnt seen her in before. Well correction, she had seen this before. The night that Anthony died. Rose's words stung slightly because she did know what happened. She had been the one to find Rose and keep her safe and take her home to her house and help her grieve. She knew what happened, she had seen the body and she knew that was something no one got over. If someone where to shoot Vic down right in front of her, she would be crushed to. She would need to be taken to a hospital because she would be dying from grief. The fact that Rose had lasted this long was surprising. Maybe this was all just building up. Maybe it was more then any of them could handle. Looking back at Vic she had love in her eyes and a few tears. She didnt know how to help Rose.

When Rose crashed to the floor though, trying to reach for Anthony she felt the tears slide down her cheeks and she wiped them away hastily. She was just breaking her rule of no crying so much lately. But no one could tell her she had no right to cry. Walking slowly over to Rose she knelt down by her and took her hand, slowly pulling her back up and then pulling her into a hug, stroking her hair. She didnt care if Rose tore her apart. She would deserve it in her opinion. She just didnt want Rose to hurt like this. To feel such pain that Ali herself could feel it. Holding Rose with her she continued to soothe and comfort as best she could. "Its okay Rose....Its going to be okay. I promise." She whispered to her in a soft voice. If there was anything she was good at it was calming people down. Her voice was soft and bell like, so she could speak with soothing tones easier then most people.

Her gaze went back to Vic though and she tilted her head to the side towards the door. She wanted him to get out of here. Calm his staff down and explain that the shoot would take a little longer to get to. Some difficulties had occurred. She hoped he would listen for once and leave when she asked him to. Her eyes begged him to obey and she mouthed the words, 'Please Vic.' Hopefully he would listen. But she had a feeling he wouldnt.

[Rose Decumbry]

Crawling her hands into fists and covering her eyes with them. She was stupid. Ignorant. Always had been. Always would. Her father hated her for it. Not ever being able to be good enough for him. Never. The father she had come to love, could never love her back. Tears falling like a riverside. This would never end. The haunting of the men she had loved in her life. Daddy dearest. Anthony dearest. Mathieu dearest. The world of men. She just wanted to be held. To be with him. Ant-Tyson. He would console her in any way shape and form. He knew what it took to calm her down. Feeling Ali’s arms wrap around her, she slumped on her shoulder, leaving a patch of wet with the tears she cried. A promise broken. For both of them. Ali to promise she’d stop crying as much. Rose..to forget what had happened. The thing that had broken her down. Crumpled her. And here she was, crumpling. Being torn apart from the inside out. Who was she fooling? She couldn’t live this life. The model life. She couldn’t. Not with a life in bits and pieces.

And then she was in a different world. Her lids had fluttered shut, but she wasn’t out cold.

She was stuck somewhere between the lines of reality and a fantasy realm.

But she was there. The mother she never knew. And she was beautiful. Her mother. She was..goddess-like. The tumbles of golden hair, sun kissed, accented by an ivory skin tone. The heart shaped face with soft delicate features. The almond, wide, and lush crystal eyes, covered by dark and thick lashes. The curves of her nose pointed in a slight upward motion, giving those lashes enough room to peak out beyond her nose. The cherry red plump lips, that when pulled into a smile revealed perfect, white teeth. The low but defined cheek bones made her eyes appear bigger, and her straight edge eyebrows Her mother was slim, standing at about five foot four. She had an hourglass figure, with long arms and legs. Not oversized though. Her bust was ample enough, not to big, but not hiding beneath fabric either. Her arms were slim, with small hands, and beautiful finger tips that could make a man shiver. She was perfection. Rose was almost the spitting image of her. Though her hair turned dark, her high cheekbones, rough and pouty lips, the small stature, the cold stare, the arched brows, and the muscular look, were things she earned from her father, or picked up along the way.

Her lids had glazed over, covering blue hues. “Mom..” she whispered it, even too low for her ears to catch. All she did was stand there, hands at her side. Like she was waiting? But for what? Her mom had been dead for..too long. More than Rose had been alive. One hundred and twenty..minus..30..no. Add thirty. One hundred and fifty years her mother had been gone. Rose felt herself need to grasp on to her mother. Hold her. Go to her. A total cliché but she wanted to go to the light. Run to it.

“Call the shoot off..call it off..” She muttered. She probably looked a complete mess. Makeup running down, smeared. She looked utterly disgusting. Her self destruction state usually was. Cursed. Still cowered in Ali’s arms, she felt herself slipping. Not sure into what though. A long lost slumber?

[Victor Ambrose]

Everything seemed to happen so fast. One minute Rose was trying to kill him, the next, she was on the floor telling him to cancel the shoot and Ali was mouthing him to leave the room. He mouthed to her “Be careful.”
Normally he wouldn’t leave Ali alone in a situation that could possibly end her life, but he knew Ali, and he trusted her with his life. Now, it wasn’t his like he had to put in her hands, because she had a shattered soul trapped in an endless cycle of tortured memories and traumatic events. It wasn’t just any soul. It was her family… Her cousin… Her sister…
He walked out of the room and closed the door, leaning against it. He could feel a tear stroll of his face… All this because of him…
”Victor? Are you okay?”
“Yeah…. Yeah… Everything is okay. Just tell the people out there that the shoot is cancelled until further notice. I don’t want to hear another word. Close the bar early. I don’t care what today is. I’ll deal with the press. Just have everyone out of here now. Consider today a day off. No one is allowed back in. Do I Make Myself Clear?”
He knew it was a little harsh… his tone… but it was necessary… to save them all and to save both Ali and Rose from having to go through the hell of living this moment without killing a soul.
He saw Rachel walk away and break the news to the employees. He could hear the concern with all the “is he okay?” and “what’s going on?!”
Another small tear escaped his cold expression. It was too much, and today was a day he didn’t want to happen. Ali drove a car and crashed, Rose tried to kill him while fighting Ali but snapped, and now he is leaving Ali alone with her…
He sighed, calmed his soul, and got out to talk to the Media.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I regret to inform you but the shoot that was scheduled for today has been cancelled until further notice. It seems as the bar has suffered some damage and will be taken care of later on today. I will personally see to the repairs myself, but until further notice, the shoot is cancelled and the bar is closed. That is all. No question.”
He turned around, walked in and closed the door. He faced his staff and looked at them. They all looked at him, and they saw his expression…
Out the went.
Some day, this is going to come around and bite me in the ass… I can feel it.’