Caroline POV

I set my mom down on the couch, and watched as she slumped over on it. A second later she fell over to the side of the couch and was out cold before I could do anything else.

I walked over to the door window to check out what was happening outside, but what I saw made me gasp. Rosalind was pinned against a tree by some muscle man who had a branch to her heart. I stumbled back out of pure shock when my hand went out to the door handle then paused mid-air.

Should I help?

Why should I?

Rosalind was just another vampire coming into our lives and changing them like all the others have. Starting with Katharine and ending with Klaus.

But as I listened to her calm breathes, the way there was no struggling, I couldn't help but wonder...

Is she different than the others.

Rosalind POV

His hand didn't loosen around my throat, only tightened. I could feel the end of the branch slowly to poke into my skin. It tore my vampire tough skin, letting the pain come into me.

It was bearable, but only if Elijah didn't full force the branch into my heart. I looked into his eyes, not willing to seem weak in my last moments. The last thing I wanted was Elijah to think of me as too weak to even stare him dead in the eyes in my last moments.

But as I observed those freakishly dark eyes I felt something flicker inside me.

Was it frustration? Fiery? Hate? Disgust?

No.

Just curiosity as I saw something inside his cold eyes but whatever it was I never found out because Elijah's head swung sideways as a couch-sized rock nailed him in the neck. The grip around my throat loosened just enough for me to move just out of arm distance so he couldn't stake me. I turned to try and see who had thrown the rock, yet I could only see the dim light coming from Caroline's house.

As I stared harder at the house trying to see any movement, a small flicker of the shades pulling back happened and Caroline's face appeared. She stared directly at me for a few seconds before going away from the window...

Had she helped me?

"Another reason to kill the blonde," I heard Elijah say quietly to himself.

"You were going to kill me," I said, crossing my arms. Elijah twisted his jaw back into place as he stood up. The crunching noise only made me want to smile but I resisted for the time being.

"What makes you think that?" He asked in his usual cold voice.

"Probably the branch that was about to pierce through my heart," I said, nodding slightly. Elijah brushed his hands on his pants then put them back to his sides.

"You got lucky, the only reason you're not dead-" I cut him off.

"I know the reason, Elijah," I snapped more forceful than ever before when talking to an Original. I saw something change in his appearance..almost like he saw me differently.

Almost.

The swoosh of air then the feeling of his body so close to mine had my joints locking up instantly.

"Rosalind," He whispered into my ear. "Your family were very foolish people, especially that sister of yours. Stop being disrespectful if you don't want to end up 6 feet under like the rest of the Whytes." And with that, he was gone.

But his words stayed with me. They made a major impact on me, making me think of the past..what I could have done to help. Instead of embracing my earlier times of life, I turned away from them and went to The Grille where alcohol was in reach.

I sat down in one of the stools in the dark by no one else. The bar tender made his way over to me, almost shocked to see someone like me here which was-no doubt- because of the age.

"ID," He grunted at me causing a smile to appear. I leaned forward in my seat so our eyes met.

"You don't need to see an ID. You will get me any drinks I want and won't argue otherwise. And you will tell anyone that asks that I am old enough," I said. My eyes wondered over to some of the people watching us, mainly me. They probably thought I was too young to drink, and in a way, they were right. But in another way, they were wrong.

So for my case, they were wrong.

"Yes, Ma'am," The Bar tender said, completely compelled.

"Get me what you think is best in a rough time," I said, and leaned back into my chair. The bar tender flitted off for a second and came back a moment later with some vodka. I smiled as sweetly as possible before downing the whole thing in a few gulps.

And let's just say one drink turned into another and another until I finally was drunk enough as to where my night was kind of blurry. The one I do remember, however, was going to see the Gillbert household.

What I don't remember, though, was how I got inside.

So I would make this longer since I have an idea of what to do, but I don't want to go overboard on this chapter so I think'll save it.

Here's what I will tell you...there's going to be a Jeremy moment, a part with John Gillbert, and the reasoning as to how Rosalind can walk in the sun.

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