Alright, so it's been a long time. Sorry but with TVD gone, being busy, and having a computer break, it was kind of hard to get a good next chapter. But I will make up for it by getting plenty of chapters on this spring break.

Rosalind POV

January 28th, 1265.

I can hear the glasses smash, and the tables being forcefully turned over. The tension in the air is nothing compared to the site of windows shattering, roof collapsing, and walls breaking. After one long hesitant pause, I make my way over to the half-standing building I used to call my home.

"What do you think you're doing!" Hissed Elizabeth from the bushes. I turned slightly so half of my face was in her sight.

"Living," I snapped right back, and continued on my way up to the house even with my sister calling at me to stop and think about what I was doing. Did she think I hadn't thought about what I was doing? I knew very well the dangers I could encounter by coming up here at the moment. But it's better to know, then to wonder.

So that's why I opened the back door, slowly and quietly. Although, it's not like anyone would have heard the door creaking for there was still a ruckus going on. I made my way through the hallways until I had found the main source of the sound, the basement. The door was already open as I snuck my way downstairs and hide in the corner with the shadows. I saw my father at his desk with blood smeared against his face and clothes. Bruises were already appearing along his eyes and cheeks.

I small little gasp escaped my lips as one of the four men slapped my father across the face. It seemed like the four men heard me by the way they all stood frozen with heads darting around looking like complete fools. But after a few moments of silence and sputtering from father, they went back to harassing him and saying complete nonsense.

"We hear you have had girls, care to tell us where they are?" A big man in the middle more stated than asked. Father stared at the man with pure hate filling his eyes.

"Never," He spat blood out of his mouth.

"Pity," He said, and raised his hand to hit Dad again. I leaned sideways trying to get a better view when suddenly my foot slide and I went crashing against the ground. All the men turned to face me but only one actually grabbed me and yanked me up. How he got to my side so fast, I don't know.

"Now, she must be one of them," The guy grabbing me said as he twisted my arm. My face scrunched up from the tingling sensation of pain, but no noise escaped me. If there was one thing I know it's to never let them know how much you are truly in.

"It's brave of you girl to show us yourself. Probably hoping that we would stop harassing your father, perhaps," The big man said, making his way over to my father. "Too bad. We don't have a thing called mercy," And with that sentence, the man snapped my father's neck. I take a huge gasp and let the sob come out of me. The big man then made his way over to me.

"Where are your sisters?" He asked, taking a hold of me. I stared up at him.

"I'm an only child, idiot," I managed to get out. The man shook me hard for a while before stopping and leaning close.

"No, we know for sure that you are not an only child," He said. I let out one dark, harsh chuckle as I stared up at him.

"You can't know what isn't true," I snapped. The man seemed to take what I said to heart as he stepped backwards. "Well, then."

And with a small flicker of movement, I was smacked over the head and losing consciousness.

A shaking motion was coming from somewhere. The ground, my head, something...somewhere.

It got harder and faster with every ticking that went by. And suddenly, I hit something rock hard.

I sat up straight, gasping, looking around myself. It looked like a cave with people tied up and staring at me. A pair of shoes stood in front of me, and I slowly looked up. When I saw the person's face, I hissed harder than ever before.

The people surrounding us gasped, but I didn't care.

"What did you do?" I asked, standing up quicker than I thought possible and tried hiding my shock at how there was no pain from the hit, the sudden standing, anything.

"What you were made to do," The big man said, trying to sound smart.

"Don't. Don't try that on me. Give me the honest truth. What. Did. You. Do." I said, taking a small step forward and feeling extremely tempted to attack the man. As the temptation grew, I felt something change. My eyes seemed to get surrounded by something new, and my teeth felt excruciating as the tips of my canines seemed to hit the other teeth. The man tensed up, and before he did anything I could sense his arms coming at me so I instinctively punched his shoulder, sending the man flying back.

The gasps coming from people were overly loud and annoying. The big man came at me, but I ducked and hit his spine with my elbow. This time, he fell forward, his dark eyes were angered as he let out a hiss of his own. His features changed before me, his eyes were a dark red with his veins suddenly appearing beneath and his canines grew longer than the rest of his teeth.

I stumbled back at the sight of him. He looked like a...a...a..vampire? As he stood up, and made his way at me, a voice called out.

"Stop!" A skinny, gangly boy ordered from a doorway that just appeared from nowhere. The big man swallowed his spit and let out a small moan, but the boy just pointed to his side.

"Come," He ordered and the big man listened. "We shall torture the way we know best." And a sudden blast of light hit me. It felt pure, and fresh yet somehow un-connected. Like I wasn't really feeling it, just a big nothing. I blinked a couple of times and faced the boy and man who looked upset and impressed.

"She can survive the sunlight," The boy said, tilting his head at me.

"Why is that a shock?" I asked carefully, crossing my arms. The boy raised his eyebrows at me like what I said was stupid.

"You're a vampire, something that can't walk in the sunlight," He answered. I paused, trying to get the news to sink in. A vampire? That has got to be a joke. There was no such thing-but it made sense.

It made a lot of sense of what was going on. I bit my lip then took two steps forward.

"How can I walk through the sunlight?" I asked even more carefully than before.

"You don't remember?" He asked, and I gave him a look. "Before you were transformed, we added a rock inside you. Something that will last for hundreds of years and keep you safe from sunlight. You are the first that it has actually worked on."

I just gaped at him, not being able to comprehend that bit of news. Wouldn't I have remembered that? Wouldn't I have remembered the transformation? How did I get transformed?

Present Day.

"And that's why I should be able to walk in the sunlight," I concluded, panicking as I stared over at Jeremy. But he just stared at me with a curious look in his eyes. "What?"

"You don't remember your transformation?" He asked.

"No, I have only been told the stories," I answered, trying to shake away any memories of those years. The worst years I had ever lived.

"So you don't know whether it hurt or not, if they tortured you?" He asked.

"No, Jeremy, I don't know. Why?" I asked. His questions were unnerving to me.

"I have just never heard of that before," He answered. I bite my lip and laid back down in his bed. Jeremy had closed the blinds in his room, making me able to roam freely throughout his room. The one concern ,though, that I also had was why I was wearing new clothes. They hadn't been what I had been wearing yesterday but Jeremy just told me he brought me some of Elena's pajamas for me to change into, and I had changed myself. But by the way his questioning was going, I have started to not believe a word he was saying.

"Are you sure it's not because you want to make sure I don't remember certain things?" I asked him, now looking at him from the corner of my eyes. He immediately stiffened but slowly went to more a relaxed position.

"Of course not," He answered, causing me to laugh.

"Liar," I accused, sitting up in his bed so I was beside Jeremy who now looked like he had been caught.

"No," He began to say, but I put a hand on his lips.

"You were the one that changed me," I accused. Jeremy looked away from me, but he seemed to smile slightly.

"I knew it! I so knew it," I said, standing up and laughing. He just stared at me weirdly for a moment.

"You don't even care?" He asked.

"No, I've had worse happen to me," I trailed off, and Jeremy stood up beside me. His eyes were full of that curiosity as he had me face him.

"What ever it is, it could have been worse," Jeremy tried comforting causing a bright smile to appear on my face. Never before had someone actually tried helping me, and now it was like several people were so selfless and willing to be there for me.

And thankfully one of them was Jeremy.