Hey, this is my first Vampire Diaries fanfiction so I'm excited! Reviews are welcomed and I hope you enjoy! :D

Stefan POV

I was sitting on the couch with one of my journals. It had been a while since I last wrote and I really needed to do something because right now, my head was buzzing with thoughts and worries for everyone I know.

Everything lately has been getting complicated. Elena had gotten kidnapped by two other vampires who wanted to pay their way free from the originals, and now one of them is here with us. It might not make much sense but it will once-

My train of thought fell of the tracks when the front door slammed closed. I breathed in deeply then let it out deeply.

"Damon," I called. He appeared right in front of me. This was something he didn't do very much, and his face was scrunched up in confusion. His eyes had the worry that he barely let anyone see. What happened? Why was Damon acting like this? I was about to ask when he calmed down and got the poker face he wore so well. Instead of worry in his eyes it was the sarcastic that usually filled its spot. He headed for the vodka on the bar stand.

"What's wrong, Damon?" I asked. I took a step towards him and closed up my journal. I could already tell this would be more bad news by the way he stopped and twirled the drink in his hand. Only then did he look at me.

"Do you remember a girl named Rosalind Whyte?" He asked. I thought that name over and over, still I only got a vague memory of her. She was a girl who had been a fried of Katharine. She was a quiet one who never really talked to me. The only talked 3 times and she only said a couple of words..and it was in the presence of Katharine. I never really thought it was weird of her, she was just a girl most didn't know or cared for, but it did peak my interest that Damon was suddenly asking about her. I mean, she did die a long time ago.

"Kind of, why?" I asked. I carefully walked over to him and watched him take his first sip of Vodka. Damon looked like he was really concentrating on something.

"Because, I just ran into her," He answered. I paused at the news. She was alive? How? Had the death been planned? Did Katharine turn her? Damon looked so calm, which did shock me.

"You ran into her? What do you mean?" I asked. Damon sighed at me like I was being stupid. I knew I wasn't but this is Damon.

"I mean she's alive, back, and warning us to watch out," Damon replied. Okay, now I was really confused. She was back and alive that I understood. But warning us about what?

"Can you be more specific?" I urged him on.

"Elijah alive, the originals are closer than we think, and we need to be careful," He told me. I nearly grabbed the whole bottle of scotch and downed it then with that new information. So, Rosalind was alive and telling us all of this...seemed suspicious actually.

"How do you know that it isn't Katharine planning this?" I asked him. He widened his eyes at me like he does when he is pretending to be out of it than comes back into it.

"Katharine is in the tomb, brother. Now can't we focus on the main problem? Like say, we are everyone's hit list lately," Damon told me. And there was his usual way of bringing up the problem while still being annoying.

"Damon, Katharine usually has a back up plan for when something goes wrong. Well, something went wrong and nothing has happened yet. There is a slight chance that Rosalind is working for Katharine or even the originals, can we truly trust her?" I asked him again. Damon digested what I said for a few minutes before downing the Vodka.

"You're right, let's go talk to Katharine. It's time we got answers, and Katharine seems to have them all," Damon hesitated as he told me what he was thinking. I could tell he wasn't fond of the idea of getting help of Katharine, but what choice did they have? Now, they were on the top side of the game. Damon headed for the door with me in his tracks.

He whipped open the door and let it bang against the wall. He didn't mean to but it did me just the slightest, yet I shouldn't complain. I have been worse at points.

"Ah ah ah! I told you tell no one Damon that I was here. I would have been fine if you just told Stefan, but bringing in Katharine is something I will not allow to happen," And there standing in the doorway was Rosalind Whyte. She had her hands pressed against the doorway and was in a stance where it looked like she could kill you in an instance. Her hazel eyes were in slits that were switching from me to Damon then repeating that. The hair was swept around her face like she was in a hurry and I couldn't believe it. I had barely known her but the rumors of her death had been so strong, and now she was standing in front of us clearly alive.

"Who are you working for?" Damon started interrogating right away. Rosalind looked irritated for a second then she broke into a wide smile.

"Well, Damon. You're right, I am working for Katharine," She said and strutted into the house. She walked straight over to the bar and grabbed the scotch bottle and took a sip from it. Damon looked as shocked as I felt. She was really working for Katharine? I couldn't tell with the big smile on her face if she was joking or not.

"Really?" Damon asked. He was blinking a few times, he was in pure shock. Rosalind scoffed at him.

"Of course not," She answered then bit her lip.

"But, I will tell you what I know," She added on. She took a few steps toward the two of us.

"We need to go to The Grill. It's the only place no one can kill us publicly and we can talk without people being suspicious," She finally concluded. She pulled out car keys from her cropped, black, leather jacket than held them up.

"Your driving?" Damon asked. I glanced over at him, unsure of what to do. A ton of crazy stuff happened, but sometimes it really shocked me.

"Yup, now let's get going. I have the feeling we're being watched," Rosalind ordered the two of them.

Mystery POV

I could hear the girl with the long golden brown hair say something about being watched. I focused harder on the three of them and let out a small chuckle.

Oh, how right she was.

Okay so writing in Stefan POV isn't as fun but I hope it's alright...anyway! Review please or add it to your fav story list or don't...which ever floats your boat