Sweet Dreams are Made of This

Chapter 4: Rose

Beta: HarleyQuinn88

Disclaimer: I own nothing of TVD's, only Cassandra and my story.


Cassandra woke up to the murmuring of Damon and Caroline downstairs. Sitting in the lounge, she found out that Tyler killed someone at the Masquerade Ball last night. Now he would be able to make his transformation when the next full moon came out to play. Great. That would be another problem to worry about. Cassandra's phone rang, it was Stefan, and he needed to speak with her and Damon right away. Elena was missing. Without another word, all three vampires were outside Mystic Falls High School.

"This has Katherine written all over it." Stefan said.

"Katherine's in the tomb. Trust me; I'm the one who shut her in." Damon assured his brother.

"Did you?" Stefan pressed.

"Did I what, Stefan?" Damon bit.

"Well, I know the hold that Katherine has on you." Stefan admitted.

"She's in the tomb. Period. End of story. But she did say something to me right before I shut her in. I thought she was lying." Damon added quietly. Both vampires' ears perked up hearing this.

"What did she say?" Cassandra asked.

"Elena's in danger." Damon answered regretfully.

"What? And you didn't think you should ask her to elaborate?" Stefan asked.

"Don't take it out on Damon, Stefan. We all know Katherine is a little manipulative bitch that lies through her teeth." Cassandra said trying to relax Stefan. Damon waggled his eyes at Stefan hearing his friend defend him.

"We have to go talk to her." Stefan said.

"No, no. Let me tell you how that's gonna go: We're gonna go ask her for help, she's gonna negotiate her release, which we would be dumb enough to give her and she's gonna get out and kill us! This is exactly what she wants!" Damon yelled.

"I don't really care." Stefan fought back. Cassandra shook her head trying to mull this whole situation over in her head.

"No, I don't think its Katherine. Sure she's crafty but this doesn't sound like her." Damon and Stefan were silent, thinking this over.

"It's Elena we are talking about." Stefan finally said.

"Stefan, whatever you need, we'll help you." Cassandra assured her friend.

Stefan nodded but Damon shook his head. "Speak for yourself, Cassandra."

"C'mon, Damon! Now isn't the time to be selfish!"

"Look, you guys can do what you want but don't ask me to help you." With that, the eldest Salvatore left.

"Don't worry Stefan, he'll turn around." Both vampires moved back to the school to look for Bonnie. Hopefully she could help.


Cassandra waited in the classroom with Jeremy and Bonnie. She was able to do a tracking spell so they would be able to find Elena. Stefan came into the room with a duffle bag, "Alright, Alaric said we've got to clear out of here within 10 minutes. I've got the weapons." Ah good old Alaric. It was a good thing that they had a vampire hunter on their side. Nothing would be more of a pain in the ass then adding a rogue vampire hunter into the mix. Bonnie did the spell using Jeremy's blood since he was a blood relation to Elena. Her location was shown on the map.

"That's about 300 miles from here." Cassandra murmured, "Let's go, Stefan." She said.

"No, I wanna come with you!" Jeremy insisted.

"No, you're staying here!" Stefan shot him down quickly.

"Look, I have no idea who she is but she could be working for whoever took Elena!" Jeremy angrily accused Cassandra.

The vampire gripped Jeremy by his shirt, "Listen, kid. Last time I checked I'm the one who helped your sister. I'm on your side." She whispered dangerously in his face. Jeremy nodded slowly and Cassandra released his shirt. Cassandra hoisted up the duffle bag but Jeremy's words stopped her.

"But you can't do this alone!"

"They're not." Damon's voice came from the doorway, "Let's go." His head jerked to the hallway. Cassandra smiled seeing her friend. She knew he'd come around.

"You're coming with us?" Stefan asked.

"It's Elena." Damon responded in a monotone voice, reiterating his brother's words.


Damon sat in the driver's seat while Stefan was in the passenger and Cassandra was sprawled across the back of the car, sipping on a blood bag. Stefan was looking through some of Alaric's weapons, "Alaric sure like's his weapons." He said examining a little bottle filled with vervain.

"What the hell is that?" Damon asked.

"It's a vervain grenade." Cassandra said nonchalantly from the backseat. Stefan turned to look at her while Damon's ice blue eyes looked at her through the mirror. "What? I've seen them before."

"Let me guess. Run in with a vampire hunter?" Damon asked. Cassandra met his eyes in the mirror and winked at him. Damon smiled returning his eyes to the road.

"Hey, how much further is it?" Stefan asked anxiously.

"About 80 miles." Damon answered. The car was silent for a little with nothing but Cassandra's sips from her blood bag to fill the silence.

"Who do you think took her?" Stefan asked.

"It's got to be someone from Katherine's past." Damon said.

"Thank you for helping me." Stefan smiled at his brother.

Damon rolled his eyes, "Can we not do the whole road trip bonding thing? The cliché of it all makes me itch." He scoffed. Cassandra giggled, leaning in the middle of both brothers, her elbows on the edge of the passenger and driver seat shoulder rests.

"I agree with Stefan. I'm happy you're helping us. Plus you know that you'd never hear the end of it from me if you didn't come with us." She smirked at him.

He turned his head to face her and smirked back, "Yeah the last thing I need is to hear your mouth running for the rest of eternity!" He laughed. She gasped pretending to be hurt by his words and ruffled his hair with her fingers making it a complete mess and in disarray.

"Keep it up, girly. I can step out of helping as easily as I stepped in." He threatened playfully.

"No, you can't. Remember, my mouth running for the rest of eternity. And I can make it painful." She stuck her tongue out at him. Damon did the same and his eyes went back to the road.

Stefan's phone buzzed with a message from Jeremy. He had sent some information on an abandoned house with nothing or no one around for miles. Bingo. That had to be the place. "Where're getting close. Jeremy said there was an access road just past marker six." Stefan said.

"Pass me a blood bag sweetheart." Damon said to Cassandra. She slipped her arm in the duffle bag pulling one out, sticking a straw in it and handed to him. He looked at Stefan as he sucked the blood through the straw like a child drinking from a juice box. "If you want some, just ask." Damon taunted his brother.

"I want some." Stefan said in a sure tone.

"Aw, that's so sweet. You're gonna be all big and strong and save your girl but don't worry. I've got your back." Damon smirked.

"Ahem! What am I here for? Shits and giggles? Please, I could take the two of you on with my hands tied behind my back." Cassandra piped up.

"Hmm, make it handcuffs and you've got a deal." Damon winked at her and she rolled her eyes.

"I've been drinking a little every day. I'm slowly increasing my intake and building up my strength. Can I have some?" Stefan asked once more, breaking the two vampires from their conversation. Damon passed him the bag wordlessly and Stefan took some small sips.

"Does Elena know you're drinking blood?" Damon asked keeping his eyes on the road.

"I've been drinking hers." Stefan said nonchalantly. Both Damon and Cassandra looked at him, raising their eyebrows.

"Hmm, how romantic. Since we are road trip bonding, remember the days when all you lived for was blood? You were the guy who ripped someone apart just for the fun of it." Damon snickered.

"You mean when I was more like you?" Stefan asked wryly.

"Yes, Stefan, exactly. Back when you put blood into me so I could be a big bad vampire. I wonder if Elena would be so quick to open her veins to that guy. By the way, what happened to that guy? He was a hoot!" Damon taunted. Cassandra frowned and smacked Damon upside the head.

"Ow! What was that for?" He exclaimed.

"Leave your brother alone! Play nice in the sandbox, children." Cassandra smirked.

Finally, Damon pulled the car into the middle of nowhere and explained the house Jeremy described was within walking distance. They all came to the conclusion that the vampire who took Elena would be at least 500 years old. That was no problem for Cassandra but she was worried about the brothers. However, there was no talking Stefan out of this. He cared for Elena and nothing would stop him from getting to her.


The three vampires stood outside the house, listening for any signs of movement. Cassandra placed her hands and ear up against the outer wall. She heard Elena and another two vampires, both strong. But there was another aura that was difficult to read.

"Elena's in there; she's safe. Two vampires…no…three. Two are the same age but one is much older."

"Do you know who they are?" Stefan asked.

Cassandra pressed her ear closer to the wall and squinted, "Rose and Trevor; old vampires. I know them but the other one-" Cassandra's ears perked up listening to the unnamed man's' voice. She froze, knowing exactly who it was. Listening closer she heard one of the heartbeats in the room come to a screeching halt. She let out a shaky breath hearing Elena's heartbeat hammering away; she was still alive.

Seeing the troubled look on her face, Stefan asked, "Who is it? What happened? What did you hear?"

Cassandra leaned against the outside wall, not able to form words. "Those three vampires' are now down to two. He-he killed Trevor." Whoever was in the building was scaring her shitless.

"Who's 'he'?" Stefan asked a little more urgency this time.

"Elijah." Damon's eyes widened while Stefan stood confused as to who Elijah was in relation to her.

"So, what's the problem? I mean I know he's really old and he can kill all three of us with one hand but you've got his big, bad vampire blood in you so taking him out should be easy." Damon said. Silence fell over the trio as they waited for a response.

"Wait, so Elijah, an Original, turned you?" Stefan stammered. "Yep, that's why she's juiced up and can take on older vampires." The elder brother explained.

"I'm not bionic, Damon! My power has its limits!" She really tossed around the idea of throwing in the towel. Elijah was dangerous not to mention trying to stake your creator wasn't the most respectful thing to do either.

"We can't back out now. Elena is in there!" Stefan was clearly angry that is best friend was backing out in a time like this.

"I'm sorry, Stefan." She said pitifully.

"Whatever. You can sit outside and pout while we go in there and get torn limb from limb." Damon added sarcastically. Cassandra let that sink in for a little bit. Damon always had a way of giving her guilt even if it wasn't intentional. She was being selfish and she really liked Elena. She was innocent in this whole ordeal. After much contemplation she nodded signaling she was ready to go. "Alright here's what's gonna happen. We distract Elijah. Stefan, you get Elena. Cassandra gets the other vampire and I stake him." They all agreed on the plan; there was no turning back now.


Sneaking through the front door, they stopped to listen to the voices in the adjoining room. Cassandra caught the brothers' attention and she jerked her head to the staircase. Both understanding her; moved up the stairs without making a sound.

This needed to be quick, the signal was given and Cassandra ripped up some wooden boards from the floor to make some noise. Hearing Elijah, Rose, and Elena shuffling in the next room; Cassandra told Damon and Stefan to move into place. Each vampire stood hidden in the shadows waiting for the opportune moment.

"Who else is in this house?" Elijah bellowed.

"I don't know." Rose stammered, holding on to Elena. Cassandra and Stefan nodded and blurred past Elijah and grabbed their respective hostages; hiding on the outer edge of the staircase, out of Elijah's site.

"Up here." Stefan taunted.

"Down here." Damon laughed.

You could tell Elijah was getting pissed. He blurred up the stairs just in time for Stefan to shoot a small stake through his hand. Damon stood with a stake ready when Cassandra zoomed to him with Rose. "Take her." She whispered. "But-" Damon's protests were silenced when she placed a dainty finger over his lips.

"Excuse me?" Elijah shouted from the bottom of the stairs, extracting the stake as if it were a splinter, "To Whom It May Concern, you're making a great mistake if you think that you can beat me. You can't. Do you hear me?" All of them listened to his threats as he started to take apart a standing wooden coat holder.

"I repeat: you cannot beat me." Cassandra's breathing quickened hearing him tear off the metal hooks like they were nothing. "So I want the girl on the count of three or heads will roll." He broke off the top of the holder making it a splintered point, "Do we understand each other?" He asked to no one in particular. Cassandra chose now to reveal herself. She saw Damon reach after her but her eyes told him to stay put.

"Now Elijah, why must you always resort to violence?" She mocked from the shadows. He smirked hearing her voice instantly. It had been such a long time since he has seen her. Her heels clicked across the first floor as she sauntered from the shadows to face the man who turned her all those years ago. He stood in silence just looking over her. She certainly wasn't the innocent girl he met in 1864; she was a woman. In her eyes he was still as handsome as ever but in this situation it made him all the more dangerous. He blurred down the staircase standing right in front of her.

"Cassandra dear, it's been too long. Where is the girl?" He cut right to the chase.

"She is safe, Elijah. I won't let you take her."

"You wouldn't be smart to defy me." He challenged. She was terrified but she did a damn good job of hiding it. He could end her undead life just as quickly as he started it. But she had to do this for Damon and Stefan.

"Please, Elijah - do this for me?" She begged.

"Negotiating now are you?" He mocked.

"You promised me you would keep my family safe. You broke that promise! This is a chance to redeem yourself. You owe me that much."

"I owe you nothing." He flew up the stairs with incredible speed to look for Elena but Cassandra blurred in front of him. Elijah reached forward and snapped her arm like a twig. She stifled a scream and she heard the bone heal over within seconds. Elijah was impressed how fast she healed since she hadn't had his blood in over a hundred years.

"I see my blood is still treating you well. I guess I will have to try harder to break you." He tore a piece of the banister and stabbed it into her chest only to quickly rip it out. She howled louder but the wound still healed up extremely fast.

He discarded the weapon and went to move up the stairs once again but Cassandra grabbed his upper arm; he swung her to him and gripped her head with both of his hands. His eyes locked onto hers with a menacing stare. Suddenly a white hot pain shot through her head. It was as if hundreds of thousands of tiny knives were stabbing and piercing at her head. She doubled over in pain but Elijah moved with her not letting go. The pain got more and more unbearable by the second.

Screaming. All Damon could hear were her screams. She wasn't kidding when she said his blood would only do so much for her. He felt a twinge of guilt creeping over his heart as his friends screams intensified tenfold. Even Rose cringed at the sounds piercing though the air. Right now he had to keep an eye and Rose and helplessly listen to his friends' ear piercing screams.

Blood had started to drip from her ears as Elijah's torture continued. She tried to scratch and claw at his hands gripping her head but the little cuts healed up as quickly as they were caused. His grip only tightened on her head. Having heard enough of her screams, Elijah tossed her body down the stairs with incredible force. She hit the bottom of the staircase with a sickening thud and she lay there unmoving.

Stefan saw the body of his lifelong friend lying still on the floor. Had she been human, Elijah would have easily killed her. She was alive but she was barely breathing. He could hear her faint heart beat still fighting. Elena's breathing quickened seeing how quickly Elijah had squashed her. Without Cassandra they were stuck between a rock and Elijah.

Elijah continued to watch her from the top of the stairs. She still hadn't moved but he knew she was very much alive. Her blood trickling from her ears made his mouth water and he contemplated draining her then and there. Being turned by an Original gave her heightened vampiric abilities and it also makes her blood taste sweeter. However, he still wanted to continue his fun with her.

Her eyes flicked open and she felt the air invade her lungs. She suddenly started coughing and sputtering on the wooden floor. She knew several bones in her body were broken by the fall but they had already started resetting. She had hoped Damon, Stefan, Elena and Rose had left so they would be out of harm's way.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Elijah said from his new position towering over her. He tangled his fingers into her hair and yanked her off the floor. Shoving her against a pillar, he examined her more closely, seeing traces of her blood on her face and neck.

Just a taste, his mind whispered. His face bent down to her neck and his tongue licked the blood. He savored the taste with a hum of satisfaction. He bent down again gently latching onto her skin and sucked on her neck. His teeth were nibbling the surrounding skin, fighting the urge to bite down harder. Her taste was unlike any other blood he's ever tasted.

She desperately bit back a moan as his fangs scraped her skin. In any other scene, this would be most pleasurable but she knew this wouldn't end well. He pulled himself back and she saw his dark eyes with veins protruding underneath them. His long canines were sharp and ready for the kill. The face of a vampire.

"Still as sweet as I remember." He whispered.

"I'll come with you! Please just don't hurt my friends. They were just trying to help." Elena shouted from the top of the staircase. Both vampires whipped around at the sound of her voice.

"No! Elena don- ARGH!" Her words were cut off immediately as Elijah tugged violently at her hair.

What happened next came so fast. Cassandra was thrown to the ground and Elijah stood before Elena. Acting quickly Elena tossed a vervain bomb at Elijah. He screamed as the vervain burned his skin. Out of nowhere Stefan started shooting Elijah with mini stakes but he wasn't fazed as they pierced his body. Both men tumbled to the bottom of the stairs. Elijah went to make a move on Stefan but Damon beat him to the punch. Damon wedged a stake into Elijah's heart, holding him to the wall as he watched the elder vampires' skin turn grey.

Elena ran for Stefan and Damon saw Rose scamper away, but he didn't have time to worry about her. He ran to Cassandra; her body hadn't moved from its spot on the floor. Damon cradled her into his arms and brushed her hair out of her face. "Cassandra! Hey c'mon kid, wake up!" She was alive but he needed to see her eyes open to set his mind at ease.

"Damon, it hurts." she groaned through half open lids. "Where is Eli-?"

"He's dead, Cassandra. Don't worry, he won't hurt you anymore." He comforted her. She gave him a faint smile but he saw her pain.

"C'mon, let's get outta here. Can you stand?"

"Yeah - just give me a hand." He helped her up to her feet but she swayed and fell. Damon caught her before her head hit the ground.

"Woah, woah! I gottcha! It's alright." She was so weak and he could tell. He hooked his arm underneath her knees and the other arm supported her back. He made a mental note to get her a blood bag as soon as they got back to the house. Her head lolled against his chest and her eyes fluttered closed.


Back at the house, Cassandra sat on one of the couches sipping her mug of blood. She watched the flames in the fireplace dance in her eyes but she couldn't shake the feeling that Elijah had been killed so easily.

"Easy, tiger! Wouldn't want you to get wrinkles now would we?" Damon joked from the kitchen. She smiled. That was always something Damon had been able to do even in the worst of times.

"He can't be dead. That was way too easy. If I'd had known, I would have saved myself the trouble of trying to fight him."

"Well believe it sweetheart, he's dead. I saw it with my own two eyes."

"I know. It's still unnerving though."

Normally, silence would bother someone, but not them. If anything, the silence was comfortable. It was never awkward with Damon. "Why did he turn you?" Damon asked, finally breaking the silence.

"It was more of an accident really. I had his blood and when Katherine killed me, it was still in my system."

"I feel a story coming on." he smirked.

"It's a long story." She said, wanting to avoid the topic

"We've got all the time in the world, sweetheart." She fell silent but decided it was time for him to know the truth. No more hiding. "I caught him feeding one night and he let me go. I still don't know why. He decided it would be a good idea to use my family as blackmail. If I told anyone his secret, he would kill them."

She stood in her room, watching her dinner guest leave the house from her window. He had been over her house multiple times and he charmed her parents effortlessly. She however, was not fooled. In her eyes he was still a vampire. A blood sucking vampire. She felt a presence in her room and spoke aloud, her eyes never leaving the window.

"I thought you had left, Elijah."

"No, dear. I was hunting just off your father's property."

"That's not smart. You never know who could see you."

He chuckled lightly. This was very true considering that was where she found him that fateful night. She had caught him feeding off some unsuspecting girl he lured into the woods. He hadn't hurt Cassandra that night but he did promise to keep her family safe if she kept her mouth shut about that night. Elijah was surprised that she hadn't uttered a word to anyone. Even her precious Salvatore brothers were unaware of their meetings.

"I think I'll be alright. Besides, I didn't catch a snack anyway." He assured her.

"Well, what are you doing back here?" she snapped.

"I came to collect." He answered.

Yes, collect. This kind of deal needed payment to seal the deal. Their deal wasn't sealed with money or sex. It was sealed with blood. In return for her family's safety she would give him some of her blood. Morbid yes, but it was something that had to be done.

"Fine." She rolled up her sleeve, exposing her wrist to him. He grasped her wrist, gently rubbing his thumb over the pulsing veins underneath the skin. That was one thing she did like about Elijah: he was gentle with her. He wouldn't savagely rip open her skin. If anything, he would be affectionate with her. He normally took blood from her wrist but tonight he had a different idea. He pulled her closer to him and turned her so that her back was to his chest. She froze in his grip, unsure of what he was planning.

"What are you doing?" her voice cracked and wavered.

"I would like to try something – with your permission of course." He whispered. One arm encircled her waist.

"Y-yes." She stammered. She was terrified. Certainly he didn't think of killing her in her own house, not with her parent's room down the hall. She instantly tensed just thinking about it. Sensing her tension, Elijah tried calming her by whispering words of comfort in her ear.

"I haven't hurt you before, Cassandra. I won't start now." He assured her. She nodded understandingly. Yes, he did feed off her but he had relaxed her enough so she would feel the least amount of pain.

"Just try to relax and focus on my touch." He cooed in her ear. His other hand came up to cradle her neck and tilt it towards his mouth. His lips brushed her neck with a feather light touch that made her swoon. She let out a shaky breath as he placed open mouth kisses on her throat. She relaxed into his body as he continued to kiss her neck. His actions were extremely pleasurable and very intimate. It was as if the whole world disappeared and it was just the two of them. She gently gripped the hand that was holding her waist to him while her other hand entangled in his hair.

"Good girl." He encouraged. He was very pleased she was enjoying herself. Quite frankly, the feeling of her skin under his lips was making his stomach jump with anticipation. He found the spot he wanted to bite. Not wanting to scare her, he gently nibbled on her neck, his tongue sliding over the skin. She let out a sigh of satisfaction, tugging at his hair a little bit. He growled playfully into her neck, dragging his fangs down the column of her throat.

"Elijah..." She quietly moaned. Hearing her pleas, he softly pierced her skin, letting the blood spill into his mouth. She let out a moan at the contact and gripped him tighter. Her blood was incredibly delectable. It tasted even better coming from her neck, rather than her wrist. Elijah always thought it was much more intimate to drink from the neck - he enjoyed the closeness between them and, wanting to take too much from her, he begrudgingly slid his fangs out of her neck but he still held onto her. She staggered in his grip and fell back against him.

"Are you alright?" He asked her.

"Mm hm." She replied, still in her haze of pleasure. He scooped her up and brought her over to her bed. He sat her up to examine the bite. It wasn't too deep since he had wanted it to heal easily. He bit into his wrist and placed it to her lips. She weakly held his bloody wrist and drank from the wound. He groaned, feeling her tongue darting out to touch his wrist. He combed his hand through her hair as she drank. By the time she was finished the wound on her neck was fully healed; not even a scar. She had regained some of her strength back and she was able to sit up right on the bed against the headboard. Elijah quickly moved to the adjoining washroom to grab a damp rag and returned to her bedside to clean the remaining blood off her neck and mouth.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked, concerned.

"No. You were more than gentle." She smiled at him. That smile could melt anyone's heart. As he finished cleaning her off he saw her eyes dropping.

"You should get some sleep. You are tired, yes?

"Mmm." She yawned and she snuggled under the covers. He placed a kiss on her forehead and bid her goodnight. As he turned to leave he felt her little hands grip his sleeve.

"Wait." She got up on her knees in her bed and kissed his cheek. "Thank you." She smiled at him before snuggling back under the covers. Elijah felt where her lips had touched him before he escaped out of her bedroom window.

"He just happened to come the night before Katherine killed me. I was lucky, I guess." She frowned at Damon's face; he was clearly upset she never told him about Elijah. "Damon, I had to do it for my family. Please don't be angry with me."

"I'm not angry with you. I'm angry with him. You were innocent and had no right to do that."

"That's all in the past now. That part of my life is over." The silence overtook them again; Damon mainly mulling over her story. Katherine at least compelled him and Stefan to think everything was normal. Cassandra on the other hand had no compulsion and she was privy to Elijah's deal.

"How are you feeling?" He asked concerned.

"Better. I think I might take a shower and get this blood off me." She got up off the couch and started to make her way to the staircase.

"Mind if I join you?" He smirked.

"No, not at all. You can shower in one bathroom and I will shower in another. There - we would be showering together." She smirked back at him.

"It's not like it's anything I haven't seen!" He shouted from his spot on the couch.

"Whatever, Damon." She laughed, climbing the stairs.


Cassandra came down the stairs, seeing Stefan stalking in the lounge with a stake in his hands. "What happened?"

"I don't know, someone's here." He said, not looking at her. She listened for any sign of movement. Finally hearing it, she grabbed the vampire mid-run and slammed them into the wall, hissing and baring her fangs. It was Rose.

"Still as strong as ever." Rose hissed at the vampire holding her to the wall.

"And you're still a fast runner." Cassandra shot back. Stefan watched the staring match between the two vampires as time seemed to stand still.

Both of their faces reverted back to normal and they embraced each other. "I can't believe you made it out alive." Rose whispered.

"Wait, you know her?" Stefan asked, still holding the stake firmly in his hands.

"I'm not here to hurt you." Rose said, pulling away from her friend and facing Stefan.

"Why are you here?" Stefan pressed.

"Lexi once told me that you're the good ones." Rose answered.

"You knew Lexi?" Stefan said, putting the stake down.

"Trevor was my best friend. For 500 years I have lived with one person and he's gone and I don't want to run anymore because I don't have anywhere else to run to." Rose said sadly.

Cassandra placed a comforting hand on her friends' shoulder. "I'm so sorry about Trevor, Rose." Rose nodded her head and smiled at Cassandra.

"Well, I'm sorry but I can't help you." Stefan said politely.

"I don't need your help but I think you need mine. Elijah may be dead but this isn't over."

"What do you mean 'this isn't over'?"

"It isn't over. The Originals, they'll come for her. They have to. They're doing it for him." Rose explained.

"For whom?" Stefan asked quietly.

"Klaus." Rose finished. Cassandra's body tensed. Stefan didn't notice it but Rose did. Cassandra hadn't heard his name in so long that it sent a shiver down her spine.


Cassandra was sitting in her bed looking through some old pictures of her, Damon and Stefan back in 1864. They were all so happy back then. She heard a soft knock at her door, "Come in." she said, not looking up from the photos. She felt the bed dip and she saw a familiar masculine hand take a picture from the box.

"Wow, these are old." Damon said, running his fingers over the worn photograph. Cassandra didn't speak; she just kept flipping through the pictures. She came across one that made her smile.

"Remember this?" she showed him the picture of her and Damon astride two beautiful horses.

"Yeah. Stefan took it." He smiled instantly seeing the image. "This wasn't taken long after we met. Remember when we met?" He recalled.

She tore her eyes from the photo, "Of course. I remember it like it was yesterday."

Cassandra trailed behind her mother and father, emerging from the carriage. They had been invited for tea at the Salvatore mansion. Cassandra had heard that they were a very prestigious family in Mystic Falls and their house certainly confirmed that. Walking up the porch an older gentleman, about her father's age, opened the door.

"Ah, Mr. Emerson! Giuseppe Salvatore, it is a pleasure to meet you." The man now addressed as Giuseppe introduced himself to the Emerson's. "Please come in." Giuseppe invited.

The outside of the house had been beautiful but the inside was all the more spectacular. After some tea in the lounge, they all moved to the gardens where Cassandra saw two handsome young men playing football. She had seen her male friends play back home but they played much too rough for her. "Damon! Stefan!" Giuseppe called to the two boys. They stopped their playing and moved to their fathers' side; panting from their game.

"May I introduce you to my sons. Mr. and Mrs. Emerson, these are my sons, Stefan and Damon." The boys shook her father's hand firmly and placed a kiss on her mother's. "And this is their daughter, Cassandra." The brown haired, green eyed boy smiled and took her hand, lightly kissing it.

"It is nice to meet you, Miss Emerson. I'm Stefan."

Cassandra curtsied and replied. "It is very nice to meet you, Mr. Salvatore."

The other boy stepped forward his sharp blue eyes contrasting with his black hair and nudged Stefan out of way, clearly eager to meet this beautiful woman. Cassandra giggled lightly but Mr. Salvatore rolled his eyes at his sons' actions. "And I, Miss Emerson, am Damon. It is a pleasure to meet you." He said proudly, kissing her hand, his eyes never leaving hers.

"A pleasure, Dam- Mr. Salvatore." She corrected herself. It was never polite to call people by their first name unless you were more acquainted or without company and right now Cassandra had neither. Damon gave her a wolfish grin.

"Sons, shall you show Miss Emerson more of the gardens?" Giuseppe inquired.

"Certainly, father." Damon offered first, holding out his arm for Cassandra to take. "Miss Emerson? Shall we?" She smiled and linked her arm with his.

"We shall, Mr. Salvatore." He winked at her and she felt a blush creep into her cheeks.

The three of them walked through the expansive gardens. Both of them were still gentlemen, taking turns leading her throughout the grounds. They had come to the clearing where they had started. Cassandra spotted the ball the brother's had been initially playing with and she picked it up; tossing it between her hands. The boys looked at her with confused glances; no woman ever played such rough sports.

"Have you ever played before?" Stefan asked her.

"No. My friends at home played though." She replied, still tossing the ball around before Damon snatched it from her playfully.

"Ah, sports are no place for a lady!" he curtsied deeply; waving his hands like a bloody fool.

Cassandra laughed and snatched the ball back, "Whoever said I was a lady, Mr. Salvatore?" she challenged. Damon stepped closer to her, towering over her small form. Cassandra smiled and tossed the ball to Stefan, who caught it quickly. Stefan shook one of his hands out; the catch hurting his fingers. Damon and Stefan exchanged glances once again. "I never said I didn't know how to play." She said playfully. Damon and Stefan were still in shock when Mr. Salvatore and Cassandra's parents had come back to meet them.

"Cassandra, dear? It's time we leave." Her mother called. Cassandra nodded her head and moved to Stefan, he took her hand and kissed it.

"I'm sorry about your hand." She whispered apologetically. Stefan smiled and she moved to Damon next.

"Miss Emerson, I had a wonderful afternoon. Perhaps we shall meet again?" Each word that came out of his mouth was of the utmost sincerity.

"I would like that very much, Mr. Salvatore." She smiled as he kissed her hand. Lastly, she bid Mr. Salvatore goodbye and moved behind her parents to the carriage. The whole way home she thought that perhaps Mystic Falls wasn't such a bad place after all.


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