Rosalind POV

"Finally," I sighed in relief as the last of the beams of sunlight disappeared from view. "Complete darkness."

I turned to Jeremy, and held up my hands while doing a spin.

"Do I like normal?" I asked. The both of us went rummaging through Jenna's closet to find something remotely close to what I would wear and we both decided on some straight jeans, a pair of black pumps, and a beaded tube top.

"Normal as in?" He questioned. I stopped spinning, and rolled my eyes.

"As in, I look like I was never here and like a fashionable vampire," I answered, putting my hands to my sides and waiting for his response. It took a while longer as he seemed to take more interest in observing me than I expected.

"One more thing," Jeremy said, before leaving his room and going into the bathroom. I watched him for a moment, watching the way he avoided everything carefully and seeing how muscular he was, but then he disappeared from my view and I turned towards the window. Gently making my way over there, I couldn't help but feel slightly off.

I was in the Gillbert's house with the one boy who I was sent to become in a relationship with and yet, it felt impossible to try and start anything with him. And at the same time, with the sky slowly creeping into pitch black darkness and being free to roam free, I didn't want to leave. Leave this perfect little bubble of peace where I could talk to someone who didn't judge too quickly, who cared for people, who answered everything I asked about him honestly.

"Here you go," Jeremy said, bringing me out of my thoughts. I turned slightly so I faced him and saw he held my black jacket I had been wearing when I came here drunk by accident. "I've never seen you go anywhere without your jacket."

A laugh escaped my lips and at vampire speed, I ran and grabbed it out of his hands making us only a foot away from each other. His eyes grew wide and his heartbeat picked up a little but he didn't move backwards.

I put my face up to his then moved in towards his lips but just as I was about to connect out lips, I snapped my head so my mouth was at his ear.

"Obviously you need to see me more," I said, then took a few steps back. Jeremy's eyes still stared at me with shock but he shook it off as I put my jacket back on.

"And remember," I began. "I was never here and we don't know each other that well."

"I know the drill. That's all you talked about, but why can't people know you were here?" He asked, but I just gave him a look.

"Okay, stupid question but why can't we know each other that well?" He asked. I bit my lip for a moment then met his brown-eyed gaze.

"Because that would mean we would have to hangout but according to your family, you have only been in the house all the time I have been gone from others. And I don't know about you, but that might cause some very bad rumours and attention," I answered, looking out the window again. I felt like someone was watching the two of us, like they could see everything going on through this tiny window. The feeling got unbearable as a few moments passed where Jeremy processed what I said so I made my way over to the window and closed the blinds.

It didn't really help the feeling but to know they can't actually be watching us right now, made me calmer.

"I guess that makes sense," He said carefully.

"Now, this has been real fun and I've enjoyed my stay but I'm hungry and need some fresh air," I said, and made my way pass Jeremy and just as I hit the doorway, I pivoted my halfway around. "You helped me, and I owe you."

And with those words, I left the house and roamed the streets, trying to find my next meal.

Elijah POV

I stared at her as she walked the streets seeming to not care about nothing in this entire world even though she had too much to think about in reality. Her eyes didn't dart around when I intentionally made movements so twigs cracked under my feet like she usually did, instead one end of her smile pulled up.

I couldn't help but wonder why Rosalind was acting this way. She was always so careful and watchful but now it was like she was just carefree and living. Was this the side I missed out on when I called out on to her for duties and missions? If so, I wonder if I've missed out on much of her.

"You do realize that I know you're there," She called, still smiling. The curls in her hair swayed from side to side as she turned her head to where I stood right where the forest stopped. I stepped out from the shadows and tilted my head to the side as I stared at the delicate girl who was changed for so many reasons she had yet to find out about.

"You seem at ease," I noted causing the smile to wipe off her face for only just a moment before it re-appeared but this smile was different. It was more forced and less joyful.

"Should I have a reason to not?" She asked her usual questions of suspicion. I simply shrugged and walked towards her slowly. I did feel bad about attacking her earlier, she just was steering off the track I needed her to be on.

"I don't know, should you?" I asked right back. Rosalind was smarter than most of the vampires who we used as helpers. She didn't try to sneak around us, she lets us know she wasn't to be seen as a minority, and she can prove herself worthy. Others tried to do such things but they are nothing like her. Rosalind was very unique and it was probably because of the family she had been a part of.

"Now, is this really necessary," someone asked as we made our way up to the house of one Danielle Morgan. The girl had recently become a vampire and decided to attack every human in site and it wouldn't have been a problem if she didn't mention something about us, the Originals, to one of her victims who survived.

"Of course it's necessary, she has done something regrettable and it was against us," Another vampire hissed over to the other. I let the two argue about who was right and wrong while I walked up to the front door and rasped my knuckle gently on the wood. There was some banging and thudding before footsteps started coming towards the door. It opened to reveal a lady in her mid-20s with short, blonde hair that looked recently cut and blood dripping down her chin. She smiled warmly as she licked the blood off her mouth.

"Charming," One of the others muttered, causing her eyes to glare daggers in him.

"Excuse me," She asked, crossing her arms then placing a hip in the doorway. "What do you want? Actually, who are you?"

"My dear, you have made a very big mistake in your past," The same one said to her. The girl only gave a sinister smile.

"What are you? The vampire police?" She remarked sarcastically. Just as a sassy comment was about to leave the vampire's mouth, I held up a hand to him.

"You two go, I will talk to her," I instructed. The two started to decline until I stared them in the eye. "Leave now." I compelled the two of them. Their faces become blank and they nodded. Both of them walked away clumsily and I waited until they were out of ear shot to speak.

"Vampire police, no. However, I do not think talking about The Originals so lightly will do you any good," I said, but instead of getting wigged out, she only gave a dark chuckle.

"Please, The Originals? Seem too fake to be real," She snorted out, and I gave her a questionable look.

"You don't believe in them?" I asked. She stopped smiling and her eyes seemed less cruel.

"I believe in them all right. I just don't think they should be so scared of, so sacred. I don't think they deserve it," She said. Her face stayed calmer as she spoke about her opinions almost like they mattered. I shook my head at her and let out one, small, evil chuckle.

"Another mistake made," I stated, looking up at her. Suddenly, her eyebrows creased together but before she had a chance to say anything, my hand went through her throat and down to her spine. I grabbed it with all my might and ripped it forward, through the heart, and watched her as she fell to the ground for her last few, painful minutes. I kneeled down and began to wipe my bloodied hand on her dress.

"Why?" She spit out a mouthful of blood. I stared her in the eyes.

"Because The Originals, us, can't have people like you spilling our secrets," I said, smiling cruelly as her expression turned from confused to shock and fear. "Nice meeting you, Danielle."

I walked my way away from the house, and into the street trying to find those two idiotic vampires I had to take for my backup. I was about to call out to them when I heard some snickers, and thuds from hits coming from down the street. I walked my way down there to see those two vampires fighting another one who's dress had ripped slightly and was bleeding from her cheeks but even with injuries, she fought like she was in perfect health.

One of mine went to put a hand through her stomach but she simply side-stepped and held her foot out. The one tripped over her foot and flew into the air, landing face-first into a tree. My eyes watched as the girl hissed and dove at the second one who turned to look at me. She put her hands on his throat and snapped it then ripped his head off and chucked into the forest along with his body. The first vampire was now coming from behind and he tackled her to the ground, hand at her throat. She smiled and laughed once.

"You can't beat me," She whispered, her voice sweet and menacing at the same time. The vampire didn't seem to take his words to heart as he pressed harder on her throat. The girl swiveled on the ground, and took one of her arms to the vampire's hand and jolted it up. The vampire fell backwards and the girl turned the arm all the way. Even from my good few yards away, I heard the crack of the bone breaking. She then took the arm and shoved it all the way back into his socket except she kept pushing the bone all the way until it went through the other side and the guy fell to the ground. His skin slowly went wrinkly and gray, and I wondered why for a second before I saw the heart of the vampire on the end of the bone.

The girl turned to face me and I was shocked at her looks. She had the lightest of all brown hair that seemed to glow even in the dark. She had soft, hazel eyes that didn't glare at me. She looked like an angel but by her fighting, I knew I was wrong.

"Are you going to attack me too?" She asked frustrated.

"I see no reason too as long as you answer me honestly," I said. She looked skeptically over at me before taking two, slow steps toward me.

"Alright," She said after a moment.

"Name."

"Rosalind."

"Age."

"I was born in 1250, turned at 15." I gave her a look of annoyance but she didn't change her answer.

"Turned by?" This time she gave me a look but it wasn't of annoyance just of awareness.

"I don't know," She said after a hesitant pause. "Why do you care?"

"Just curious you could say," I said, she didn't believe by the way her shoulders stiffened but she made no sign of running away.

"Name."

"I already told yo-"

"Last name," I specified.

"Whyte," She said, crossing her arms. Rosalind Whyte? Why was that name so familiar. Whyte, Whyte, Whyte? I had heard it before. She didn't seem to think I got it because now she stared at me dead in the eye.

"Whyte, as in daughter of Marcus Whyte and Casandra Whyte," She explained, and that's when it hit me. The Whytes. Oh that family was very important...

"I have no intention of killing you, you can go," I said. Rosalind stared at me for a moment longer before she stepped away and took off running.

So a member of the Whyte family had survived the attack, this was something Klaus would like to hear...

"Now, Elijah, let's not do this," She suddenly said, looking to the ground then up to my eyes.

"Do what?" I asked, feeling like we were a couple in an argument.

"Talk to each other formally and polite. We have known each other for hundreds of years and I think by now, we should be able to smile or nod at each other from a distance without the other thinking they are going to be getting attacked," She said. I stared her up and down.

"You want to be friends?" I asked her, tilting my head again. She pursed her lips.

"No. I want us to be able to be acquaintances who happen to get along because we both know that is highly possible," She said, getting defensive of her opinion like she did when she thought I was going to mock it.

"It's not that simple," I began but she just held up her hand.

"Never said I wanted anything simple. But if we are going to be acquaintances who will help each other then you need to tell me something," She said. Her demanding tone shocked me a little, she acted as if I was the one who wanted the acquaintances.

"And what do I need to tell you?" I asked. A smile appeared on her face when I asked that and right then I knew I had made a big mistake.

"Tell me about my transformation. The real one, not the rumored ones," She said, crossing her arms. I stared at her for a second before absolutely considering her mad.

"I can not-" I began but she cut me off.

"I know you can," She said, then taking the traditional two steps towards me.

"So, Elijah, what did you find about my transformation?" She asked again, this time no smile or laugh was showing up so I stared off into the distance getting ready to tell her of the day she became a vampire.