Rosa enjoyed having someone to teach magic, especially someone with as much power as Davina. Many times in her solitude had she considered taking an apprentice on, someone to learn the craft from her. But every time she had almost reached that point, the fear that the original family would find her had held her back. And even if she did, she was immortal, her apprentice may not outlive her. So instead she had stayed in isolation for so long, keeping to herself, away from the world.

"May I ask you a question?" asked Davina, as she finished reading the page Rosa had given her. Even the two pages that she had seen contained more knowledge then she had learnt in her entire life.

"Davina, if I am to teach you magic, then you should know the first rule about dealing with me," said Rosa, sitting down at the seat in front of the table. There were five candles on the table, each plain and white, none lit. Davina stood in the centre of the table. "And that rule is be direct with me. I have spent so much of my life being danced around, especially by those by the name of Mikaelson. You want to ask me something, ask it," Rosa said, leaning forward in her chair. Davina could have sworn the candles in front flickered, flames disappearing as quickly as they appeared.

"Where did you learn your magic from?" she said, looking down once again at the page in front of her. She knew what the coven had in their books, but this was a level of artistry beyond that. Everything about the spell was crafted with such thought and precision.

"I was taught a little, mainly control, but from there I taught myself," replied Rosa, standing up from the chair. She held her hand out over the top of one of the candles. It burst into a white flame. "I had used magic before I was turned, but only in moments of extreme emotion, moments which led to me killing with a darkness buried deep within me. I had no idea it was magic though," she continued, moving her hand to the next candle. "When I was a young child, a man and a woman took me in, after my parents had died. The woman was kind, caring," she muttered, the second candle illuminating in a warm yellow flame. "The man was horrid, wretched. He tortured her and would have hurt me if she had not stood in the way," Rosa spat, the third candle lighting up in a blood red. "He killed her, murdered her in cold blood. Choked the life out of her," she continued, moving across to the fourth candle. "The darkness seeped out from me, surrounding him and killed him. He screamed, just like she had so many times," finished Rosa, the candle lighting up black.

"I'm sorry," whispered Davina, unable to hide her fear from her voice. Rosa looked up at Davina. The final candle lit up blue.

"You have no need to fear me Davina. I promise you, the only ones who have reason to fear me are those who cross me. And I do have better control over the magic now. I had many years in which to master it," Rosa said, sitting back down, extinguishing the candles. Davina pulled up a chair, ready to listen to the rest of the story. "If you are waiting for my whole story, it will take more than a year to tell," muttered Rosa, a small smile on her face.

"When did you discover you were a witch?" asked Davina, lifting up one of the candles that now sat unlit on the table.

"A couple of years after I became a vampire. I had run from the Mikaelsons, and I thought they were hunting me. So I went into hiding, trying to vanish from the face of the earth. I was in the middle of a forest, no people anywhere," Rosa said. She wanted to tell Davina the truth, and it was a secret she had carried for so long, that it scared her the thought of someone else knowing the truth. Rosa stood up, grabbing a stick of sage, lighting it. It was a simple spell that would stop anyone else from hearing.

"Something you don't want anyone else to know?" asked Davina, knowing exactly what the sage was for.

"Davina, you will be the only one who I have ever told this. If I do tell you this, I am placing an immense amount of trust in you," whispered Rosa, moving her chair closer to the table and sitting down once more.

"Why do you trust me to keep it?" asked Davina.

"I see a lot of who I was in you. A young girl in a situation that she was forced into, everyone around her wanting control of her. So much power that you aren't sure what to do with it," whispered Rosa, raising her hand and letting flames dart between her fingers. Rosa decided it was time to finally come clean. "When I was turned, the first thing I did was run away from the original family. I ran, and ran and ran. But soon I was overcome with such bloodlust, such insatiable hunger. I stopped outside a village, where a man stood on guard. I drank every last drop of his blood, drained all the life from his body. Then I moved onto the village," continued Rosa, keeping her eyes down at the ground. "By morning every single person, every man, every woman, every child was dead," she finished, looking up at Davina. The girl was strong, but the fear in her eyes was clear to anyone. "I spent years just killing villages, I slowly figured out how to control it slightly more, but it didn't stop me. I became a ripper," Rosa continued, standing up slowly. She moved across and grabbed a bowl, placing it in front of Davina. "Then one day, I came across witches. They were protecting their village after hearing what I had been doing. They met me on the edge of their village, ready to take me down," she said, picking up a jug of water and gently tipping it into the water. She put her hand over it and three figures made out of water rose up. "They prepared to attack me, before one stopped the others. She was the oldest of them, and she alone walked over to me," said Rosa, leaving one figure standing in the bowl alone. "She knew what I was before I did, she could sense the magic within me. So, she cleansed me," Rosa continued, water rising up to meet her hand. "She summoned water from the nearby river, dousing me it in. It stung, but as it did, it washed away the bloodlust, the need to kill, the desire for human blood," Rosa said, the water moving up her arm slowly. "I spent the next ten years with them, learning everything I could about my gifts and how to control them. Then word of the originals reached me, and I ran with fear. I found an isolated area and built a life. And I lived like that for so long," Rosa finished.

"We all have parts of our past we wish we could change," started Davina, looking up into Rosa's eyes. "I am sorry," she whispered. Rosa smiled, there was a wisdom in this young witch beyond her years. And Rosa had felt so alone recently. These small sessions of magic, it was the most that she could do. Lighting a candle, moving water, she knew it had no effect on the child thankfully. It was the serious magic that she could not do. And that little magic, she felt the connection it gave her to nature. It made her feel warm inside.

"I am going to give you access to parts of my Grimoire each session," said Rosa, adding one more page to the two on the table. "Take them with you, experiment. Come see me with any questions. Then we will work through them together," said Rosa, placing a hand over her stomach. "Davina, I know your power can scare you, but I am going to help you," Rosa whispered, and Davina smiled.

"I have heard so much about you. Every witch has an opinion on you. Everyone has heard a rumour surrounding you and the original family. And so many fear you, and fear the power you hold. But they do not understand the burden on your shoulders," said the young witch as she walked towards the door to leave, the pages tight in her hands. "And now you have a child to protect," she whispered. Davina looked up at Rosa before she left. "I pity anyone who tries to harm that child," she said, and Rosa saw the spark in her eyes that she had once held in hers. Rosa reached for the sage and gently blew it out, breaking the spell. Davina was going to be good for her, help keep her sane in this den of vampires. Rosa walked out, heading towards her room. She suddenly felt a feeling of death coming from one of the bottom rooms. She debated whether or not it was worth going down, the risk of hurting the child, but her curiosity got the better of her. Rosa slowly made her way down, ready to fight if it was needed. A vampire lay on the ground, his neck snapped. She could tell he wasn't dead, just briefly knocked out. Marcel's vampires really needed a lesson in body guarding.

"I apologise if I scared you," she heard a voice saw, and Rosa instinctually raced against them, shoving her arm against their neck. It caused Elijah to smile.

"You could have knocked," she replied, punching Elijah lightly in the arm and stepping away from him.

"I doubt my brother's minions would have let me in," he replied, nodding towards the vampire that lay on the ground beside them. "But I needed to see you," he continued, reaching for Rosa's hands. But there was a slight hesitation in his actions. He did not know what had happened.

"Klaus knows," said Rosa, sitting down on the floor. She crossed her legs, as Elijah started to pace nervously around her. "We were at dinner," she continued, knowing his next question was going to be asking what had happened. "There was silence, and they heard a heartbeat," Rosa said, and Elijah stopped and turned to face her.

"How did he react?" he quickly asked, moving to sit by her side.

"Surprisingly well. At first he thought I had slept with someone else. Then when he realised it was his, he was angry that I had not told him. He promised to do whatever it took to protect the child and I, and he has been nothing but concerned since he found out. I have vampire guards, I have whatever I ask for. But he is distancing himself from me, keeping emotional walls up. And he is extremely keen to keep you away from me," she finished, leaning her head on Elijah's shoulder.

"I will find a way to appease my brother. I need to be here, to help you and protect you," Elijah whispered, wrapping an arm around Rosa and pulling her close. She wanted to stay like that, but if Elijah was caught here the consequences would be dire.

"You need to go before anyone finds you here. And Elijah, the vampires, Klaus sent them to the bayou to kill werewolves," she whispered, not wanting him to go, but knowing he had to. "Please, try to stop them," she added. She wanted to protect the werewolves, because at the end of the day, they did not deserve death at the hands of Klaus.

"I will try to sort this out as soon as possible," he whispered again, planting a kiss on her forehead. Rosa closed her eyes and when she opened them, Elijah had gone. She knew the danger of getting involved with Elijah. And it was so hard, knowing that she would need to push him away to help keep this family together. And she had to. She moved out of the room before the vampire on the ground could awaken, she didn't want to deal with him.

Rosa just prayed Klaus never found out.

Rosa froze as she felt magic hit her, and her screams echoed throughout the room. It consumed her, covered her, she could feel it racing through her blood and veins conquering her body. Every part of her felt on fire.

"Ahhhh!" she screamed, clutching her head. She couldn't focus enough to use her own magic, pain was jutting into her skull, sending icy daggers into her veins. "No!" she screamed, unable to stop this from happening. She channelled all her strength towards her child, trying to protect them as best she could. Vampires quickly came racing in, Davina following not far behind. "Call Klaus," Rosa spluttered in between screams, knowing Davina knew a spell that would work. She nodded, sliding into the corner the room, needing space to work. The vampires knelt down beside her. One, Diego, put a hand out towards her. "No," she spluttered, shrugging away from him. She was still trying to work out what magic was taking over her system.

"He is on his way," whispered Davina, placing a hand out over Rosa, trying to see if she could stop it.

"It's a bonding spell," replied Rosa, finally sensing what was going through her body.

"They are linking you to someone," said Davina, trying to read what she could from the spell. "I know this magic. It is one of our elders, Agnes. And I know the magic she is linking you to," Davina continued, trying to stop the spell. But it was too late. Klaus quickly spread into the room, racing down to her side. "Sophie Deveraux," Davina said.

"She hates the coven, she wouldn't work with them," Marcel said, stepping into the room as well.

"Whatever they have planned, it can't be good," Davina said.

"I'm going to kill every single one of those bastards."

Would apologising for my extremely long absence help? I am sorry, university has been kicking me recently. I already have most of the next chapter written so you won't be waiting long. Sorry again!