I do not own twilight or the vampire diaries. Just got back of one holiday but going on another soon so my updates will be a bit weirdly timed until school starts again. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Rosalie POV:

Most of the family stood around the bed she lay on, we had a constant supply of blood being put into her with a cannula yet she seemed to be no better. Every hour or so she would have some sort of blood loss usually from her nose, but recently she had been throwing it up. She had also not waked yet and though Carlisle she was not in a coma I could not help but worry.

They had only been one case of this ever recorded and that was in a private hospital in England to a girl named Lillian Foster. It did not help us when we found out they eventually cancelled her funding causing her to spend the rest of her time with an unknown family, she died a month later. We all knew that it wouldn't happen to Cora because we wouldn't stop her transfusions but she would permanently be hooked up.

We all heard her heart beat become erratic and she started to toss and turn, her whole body moving like she was having a nightmare. Me and Esme went over to hold her down so she didn't hurt herself, Jasper concentrated on her to try and calm her down but we all had a hard time using our gifts on her.

"Edward what is wrong with her!" I asked him panicked

"I can't get a fix it sort of fuzzy but it's something to do with a man she drew in her pad" he zoomed over to her drawings and flipped through until he found the correct person

It was one of her coloured drawing but even so most was black, what was most disturbing was how he had red eyes, protruding veins near his eyes and long fangs. Like your Dracula vampire, the name underneath read Damon Salvatore.

Her eyes flew open startled and she sat up breathing heavily before dropping back down exhausted. She brought a hand over her eyes but then she noticed the cannula and blood bag and started trying to take it out. I held her hands at her side while she kicked probably hurting herself more than me.

"Please! Please! Take it out!" she screamed

"You need it without it you will be ill again" Esme soothed her

"You know nothing" Cora seemed to calm down because of Jaspers influence but was still angry

She nodded and I let go of her, she sat back up and curled into my side closing her soft golden eyes, her breathing evened out and I knew she had fallen back asleep. I got into the bed with her and led her half on me as she slept on peacefully. I did love her know like a daughter but I have to say she must be bipolar.

Cora POV:

I curled up with Rosalie as a familiar memory crept its way into my head.

I was back in the hospital, walking through the deserted corridor as I made my way to the small stock of blood they had in a room. I had been free of the transfusion unit since yesterday and was in desperate need so l I had collected a couple more bags of A+, this was how I lived my life. Permanently (sort of) hooked up to a unit and having to look after myself while the doctors took care of the patients with a chance at life.

I noticed a man with wavy blonde hair and blue eyes trying to pick the lock of the blood room and laughed slightly, he looked up and saw me. I probably looked a mess in my plain white dress and no makeup but so what. I went right up to him and took the key off from around my neck; I opened it and let him in.

"What do you need" I asked smiling at the man as he stared at me in shock

"Why did you let me in?"

"I hardly ever see people even the staff leave me alone and this corridor is deserted so I thought why not I'm sure nobody will mind" I shrugged "What do you need?"

"Oh right…well…just a few different bags for research" he still looked a bit shocked

I went to each type we had and got him two bags off each putting them in a heat cooler, when I got to the ones I used though I frowned when they was one bag left. I still gave him it though as he may be helping people in the future which was more important than plain old me. I handed them to him still smiling and he seemed to be okay now so half smirked, half smiled back.

"What so you need from here?" he asked as I started walking out just checking everything over

"I did need A+ but I gave the last bag to you as they forgot to fill this room up, oh well I should be okay until it comes"

"Here have it then" he went to open the bag but I put my hand over his and stopped him

"Your research is more important" I said softly

My head had felt dizzy as I had left it too late but he didn't need to know that, I could look after myself for now. Before I knew it though I was falling to the side as everything started to go black, his arm shot out at an unbelievable speed and before I knew it he had picked me up. I gave in and leant my head against his chest as I waited for it to pass, slowly it did and I noticed we were walking back to my room, I pointed to my room and he walked in.

My walls were covered in my drawings and they was a desk at the side with my artwork on it, my bedding was a white non hospital duvet and they was equipment to one side, they was also a wardrobe I got filled with the rare dresses I was given. He led me down on my bed and sat down on the chair to the side, I smiled weakly at him as he pushed my hair out my face.

"What's your name?" I asked quietly

"Niklaus Mikaelson but call me Klaus" he leant back

"I'm Lillian Cora Foster, call me Cora" I closed my eyes lightly

I opened them again as he reached into the bag of blood pulling out the blood I desperately needed yet would not take. I shook my head at him as he reached up to attach it.

"Please don't, I will die anyway" he did as I said and placed it back down but then sat on the bed moving me so I was leaning on him again

"Don't be scared" he said before I heard a strange sound and he placed his wrist to my mouth

I tried to resist but he held me still and forced me to drink from him, what was going on? It did not taste like what I expected, it was sickly sweet. A few minutes passed and he kept going pulling me closer to him when I started to get tired and fall limp. Eventually I ended up fully in his arms and he pulled his wrist away wiping my mouth with a tissue from my desk.

Klaus put me into my bed and placed a light kiss on my forehead as I fell asleep wondering what just happened.

Finn POV:

We speeded in the rented car to the hotel we were staying in eager to get started, but on the way we passed a church and while we were not religious people Cora was Catholic and it was very likely she would stop there. We pulled into the car park of the church and saw it was the small village church with an even smaller graveyard to one side.

I took hold of Sage's hand and led her inside the building as we looked around to find the priest. We finally found him sorting out some drawings young children had drew from Sunday school or something like that.

"Hello father we was wondering if you had seen girl named Cora Mikaelson" I said in Spanish as I held up a photo, he inspected it

"No I can't say I have but I will put it up on our notice board" he said and I gave him the photo to put up

He wrote down a few details on some paper and pined it on the board along with the photo; he promised us he would mention it in every service until we contacted him.

"May god bless you" he said and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, I was not a very religious person and neither was Sage.

We got back in our car and went to the hotel we had booked into; when we got there we sent our bags straight up not even bothering to check out our room. Then we made our way to a heavily populated area in Valencia, we did not catch her scent anywhere apart from a very similar one which we then followed.

It lead us into a wealthier area near the beach, it was very weak and we would never have usually picked it up and the chance of it being a distant relative was very high but it was out only lead. We came to a cream coloured building with a lot of flowers and a beach for a back garden, we knocked uncertainly.

An old man with tanned skin and white hair, he looked sort of like your granddad type person and we could tell he struggled breathing with our sensitive hearing; he had a walking stick in one hand and a newspaper in the other.

"Hello" he had a low raspy voice and spoke in English not spanish

"We was wondering if you had seen this girl" Sage said as he snatched the photo out my hand roughly and looked at it squinting

"Do you recognise her?" Sage said hopefully as she squirmed next to me almost jumping

He motioned with us to follow him inside and I felt Sage hold my hand tighter, he led us into what looked to be a library and passed us a photo album.

I opened it slowly and Sage got impatient next to me wondering what it was, the first photo looked to be a pregnancy scan and a date in unrecognisable writing. The next was a newborn baby that looked remarkably like Cora and below it read 'Lillian Cora Foster' which was Cora's old name. I didn't want to make the connection but I did, this was a baby Cora but why was she in this Album. The rest of the photos were with what seemed to a younger version of this man and a woman who I guessed was his wife.

"Why do you have photos of Cora as a baby?" I asked not sure if I wanted the answer

"Lillian's mother was fifteen when she had her, we brought Christie up mainly and when she got pregnant it was my wife Anne who helped her through it, sadly when Lillian was born Christie wanted nothing to do with her and after a month of us trying to help her she took off with the baby and never told us what she did with her" he looked down a bit ashamed of her

"The way you word it it's as if you are still in touch with Cora's mother Christie!" Sage said astonished

"She lives here with me and my wife" he scratched the back of his neck nervously

"You mean to say even after she gave up her own child and by the way she but Cora in a dustbin, you still gave her shelter in your home" I was fuming and my tone of voice and volume showed it

He was about to answer when the library door opened and in came a girl with the exact same hair as Cora, this must be her mother.

"Christie why don't you go upstairs" the man said and she turned to go but I Sage went over and pinned her by the neck to the wall.

I nodded to sage and we all heard the crack as we snapped her neck, ending her life, all thought of what Cora would think flew away. We quickly compelled them to make it look like an accident and walked out having a good feeling she wasn't in Valencia.