"You are out of your bloody mind!" Ambrosia growls at a grinning Tatia. "Two siblings going missing will raise suspicions, their mother and father will eventually begin to worry. You need to at least turn one of them into a vampire." Ambrosia advises her, if it were to be me that Tatia turns, I'll kill her the moment I rise from the dead. Rolling chocolate brown eyes, Tatia gave up a sigh. "Fine." She shuffled over to where I lay on the wooden floor, gasping for oxygen, blood streaming down the back of my neck from the two bite marks inserted into my throat.

Tatia raises her wrist to her mouth and bites it before resting her free hand behind my head, raising my head only a little bit. She then brings her bleeding wrist up to my lips, I stare at her wrist for only a second before attacking it with my lips, immediately drinking the blood.

I shoot up on my bed, thin strands of my hair dangles in front of my face from the elastic that held most of my hair back into a messy ponytail. "Damn you, Nik." I mumble under my breath, glancing over at the occupied chair across from my bed. "Lovely to see you too, Cecilia." He gives up a slight smirk as he says my name. I narrow my eyes at him, folding my arms over my chest. "How did you get in? Last I checked, Ambrosia isn't here to let you in." I sneer at him, noticing the anger in eyes.

"Ambrosia, I haven't heard that name in a while. Nor have I seen the lovely face the name belongs to." Niklaus leans forward resting his chin on his knuckles. "You have, perhaps." Jesus, I can see his boner poking out from under neath the cloth of his pants. I roll my eyes, he really doesn't expect me to tell him Ambrosia is on her way or something right?

"Last time I saw Rosi, it was the 20's in London. She was enjoying being accompanied by a rather large group of handsome men." I mention before standing up from my bed. "Men who are most likely dead by now." He stood up from his seat. "Now, do tell. Are you involved in a relationship with the older Salvatore brother?" Nik raises an eyebrow at me.

Wait, me and Damon? That is SO NOT happening, the man is already in love with his brother's girlfriend. I am most certainly not getting involved in that freaking triangle. "Besides, the only person many of the people in town has seen with Damon, is you. Now, I'm expecting an answer." I roll my eyes at his words before replying with a simple, "no."

His reaction was far more better than I reacted, he was grinning. "I wouldn't be surprised if he comes to your door any second now, he's seen me walk my way here." I narrow my eyes at him slightly, within one blink, Niklaus sped off. I shake my head, he really must be going mad just as Damon said.

"What did he want from you?" I hear Damon's voice bore into the room as he seats himself on the edge of my bed. "Nothing." I lie, smoothly. I release a shaky sigh before simply shrugging my shoulders. "You should reconsider lying to me, unless you think I'll believe you when you say Klaus, the hybrid drag queen didn't want anything from you." I shake my head, giving up a soft chuckle at his nick name for Nik. "It's really none of your business, Damon. He just stopped by to wake me up and creep me the hell out, which he didn't quite accomplish." I lean back against the bed headboard, folding my arms over my chest. "Now go home and take a shower, you reek of alcohol and smoke." I wrinkle my nose at him, a look of both disgust and disapproval on my face.

"I see how it is, hard to get huh?" Damon licked his upper lip, failing at being seductive, only being ridiculous and utterly selfish, as usual. "Go home, Prince Salvatore." I say ironically. I wave my hand at him, he finally speeds out of my room, then out the front door. "No click, time to get up." I groan, noticing that Damon hadn't locked the door behind him. Throwing the sheets to the side, I leap up from my bed, my feet making contact with the wooden floor. I speed down to the front door and immediately lock it. My shoulders immediately tense.

I take a step back from the door and slowly turn around to face the kitchen area, my eyes meeting a pair of sky blue ones. It's her. It can't be, she was killed during the Great Depression. Wasn't she?

"Ambrosia." The name escapes me in a whisper, the size of my eyes increase as did the devious smile on her lips.