Chapter 1: Epilogue- LOOKING FOR A BETA. CONTACT ME! Please!

I sighed as I watched the trees blur by me as I speed accross the highway. I was currently on my way to Mystic Falls, Virgina; home of Grayson Gilbert's children. The subjects of my mission.

"Protect his oldest child." I was told seriously.

From what I have heard, there were two Gilbert children. One girl at seventeen, Elena, and a younger boy, Jeremy. I would be looking after the eldest, Elena.

I hadn't been given the specifics on why on Earth this girl would need such intense protection from one of the Protecters circle, but it's not in my place to question the Council.

I just have to do their dirty work.

Graced with the gift of invisibility and the power of Tigress shapshifting, I am the hyprid of our race. Normally, a child has the ability to do one or the other, the girl invisibility, the boy the capability to transform into a huge, ferocious orange tiger on whim. My mother and father were two of the seven original council members and some of the greatest warriors of our species. I, apparently, had been the fist child of our race.

But how does that make any sense!

"But, Mother, how did you get here?" I questioned, frustrated.

"Our own special way, sweetie." She'd tell me sweetly.

And with all of my of my seven year old rage, I glared sharply at her since I was only more confused.

For over one thousand years, that was one of the many questions that have plagued me.

This is how what I brought with me on my trip to Virginia. A suitcase of clothing, toiletries, pictures I have collected over the many years, and a plethora of unanswered questions.

Enough, Rosalie. I turned the radio on to ease my growing thoughts. A male's pleasant voice streamed into my car. I silently commented as the lyrics flew past.

I miss the sound of your voice

I do miss someone's voice... or two people's.

And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in

How was this song so perfectly describing this?

If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget

I would.

So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love
So come on, get higher, loosen my lips
Faith and desire and the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard
And drown me in love

I wish!

I miss the sound of your voice
Loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet
Perfect words that you said

Oh gawd. This was too real, too much! It would only make me remember, and that is something I certainly do not want to do- but I could already feel the memories rushing into my head. They each took turns crushing my heart.

I just- I can't do this anymore, Rosy. I'm leaving. For good.

I could hurt you, Rose, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

It's for the best.

I'm no good for you.

I can't make you happy anymore if I'm not happy myself.

Goodbye, Rose.

Goodbye, Rosy.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Not both. Not at the same time! Darn it! I slammed my hands on the leather steering wheel and sqeezed my eyes shut to stop the already heavy stream of tears. Why did it have to hurt so much? Because they both ripped your heart to shreds, and left you to put the pieces back together. A bitter voice in the back of my head remarked.

I needed to get myself together- this Gilbert girl is going to need me, and my protection.