Hellooooo everybody! Long time, no read! I don't know if any of you still care about this amazing story! But I have decided to pick up my writing since TVD has began and I've been inspired! I will continue as I left off, knowing that Elijah is still one of my favorites and I can't bear to trade him off for Klaus even if Klaus does have that accent...so I hope you enjoy!

Previously on The Messenger:

"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.

Elijah POV

"You can remember parts of that night, correct?" I call out to her. Neither of us had decided to come closer to each other, she stayed on her side of the road and I stayed on my side of the road. Rosalind got this look on her face as if she was trying to remember something from long ago, which for her case, it was a while ago. She looked back at me, her eyes seeming to focus in on my soul.

"Very little. I know the men who killed my father took me away after they hit my head. And after my transformation I woke up in this cave type of thing with others who were tied up. The only other thing I can think of is something was put into me so I could withstand the sunlight," She said, her eyes still not leaving mine as she spoke.

"Yes. A rock was put inside of your neck to make you able to walk in the sunlight, after several hundreds of years though it was supposed to disintegrate," I said, recalling what I had found out from the guys who had transformed Rosalind. Something flickered in her eyes for a moment and I swore her hand twitched ever so slightly as if she wanted to touch something.

I looked at her closer, specifically her neck, and saw that there seemed to be all of the same texture. So she had lost her ability to walk in the sunlight, but I didn't say anything to her because if she had a problem then she would have to deal with it like most vampires, she would have to find a way out of it.

Rosalind nodded as if she could read my mind, then shocked me by coming across the street over to me. She was within a few feet of me when she stopped just like usual. It always seemed like she didn't mind getting close to someone, as if she didn't worry about them killing her or attacking but I knew better than that. I knew she was doing it to make you feel like you were safe. But if I was going to tell her the story she wanted to hear then we would be playing my game. I held my hand out to the forest.

"Shall we?" I asked, and she nodded after a hesitant pause. I led her into the dark forest so the trees were the only thing surrounding us. By the way she stood farther away I knew she didn't feel too comfortable about being surrounded by trees with me. It was an easy place to kill vampires and no one would find out for quite some time. It's where I typically kill vampires and no one finds them for decades.

"Elijah. I know I asked about wanting to know about my transformation and I really do want to know. But I am curious, why do you act so tough and cruel around others? I mean, you care for your family deeply, and even though you won't admit it, I know you like me," Rosalind said with this goofy grin on her face. I couldn't help but stare at her for a few moments, this was not the girl I was so used to seeing or dealing with. This Rosalind was joyful, full of life, and not a killer. Which I guess is why I did like her. Unlike most of the vampires, she stayed as positive as can be, but she also showed respect and deserved some. No one was like her.

And maybe that's why I am so fond of her when it came to choosing a vampire for a mission. She could get it done without having to check up on or worry about...however she also cared. And that's why I have my doubts, my trust in her was limited and I was sure she had felt the same...but at certain times, I couldn't help but really think about it.

If I was to go to anyone, it would be her.

"Rosalind. Don't mess with me, I will tell you about your transformation, but nothing else," I informed her. The last thing I needed was for her to realize she was my favorite or to think I had a soft spot for her. If she were to think any of those things, I know the relationship between the two of us would even out fairly quickly and I needed to be on the top.

The smile wiped off her face as she looked over at me, and I could tell she wanted to hear everything about her change, even the worst parts of it.

Rosalind's changing...a very long time ago.

Rosalind POV

"Stop, please," My voice rang out above all the others as I felt them digging into my throat again. That's all they did, dig then they would press their wrist to my mouth and make me drink their blood. Dig, blood, dig, blood, dig, blood. I just couldn't take it anymore, I felt exhausted, abused, and violated. I couldn't stay strong anymore, I just wanted them to stop it.

I couldn't move, think, or do anything without feeling this overdose of pain shooting from everywhere, it was like what they were doing to my neck was affecting everything else. I went to try and turn my neck away from the dozen surrounding me but they whipped my head back into place and kept going at it. Finally, I just got fed up.

Why were they doing this to me? Why weren't they answering me? And what the HELL were they doing to me? It was like an explosion erupted from me...and it felt nice.

"Answer me," My voice was more angry than I intended and I took a few deep breathes to control that. Sure, I was furious but I didn't want that to be shown.

"Right, sweetie, you're not in control so just keep your little mouth quiet," A lady, in her older years, snapped at me. My head turned away from all of the people and over to her. Something inside me just broke loose as I saw her staring at me. Like there was an animal inside me trying to get out, like another force was taking control of me.

"Don't call me sweetie. And don't tell me what to do," I said, and just as I felt strong enough to go over there and do something about her, a dizziness took over as another pair of hands dug deeper into my neck than ever before. It felt as if they were trying to shove something deep into my throat so I wouldn't be able to breathe. I tried moving away but that only made it worse.

More blood spilled alongside my body, and joining the dozens of dried blood puddles on the floor, I felt as if more blood had left my body than ever before, I felt weak and useless, I felt...dead. My eyes closed and my brain seemed to pause for a moment before I fell into darkness.

It wasn't the typical creepy or calming darkness, it was there. That's it. It didn't make me feel anything or create an emotion. It was just surrounding me and meant nothing. I could hear faint voices and something seemed to brush my lips and a liquid slowly dripped into my mouth and down my throat. Whatever it was, it tasted nice...familiar but nice. I couldn't put the taste to anything but I wanted more of it. And I wanted it now.

My eyes reopened in time to see the dozen faces staring down at me with this freaked out look on their faces but as they saw me sit up, they relaxed.

"For a second we thought you died completely, which would not have been good. Sure, we got the rock in you, but your death would have been a waste of the effort," One of the bigger, sweeter guys of the bunch said to me as he helped me up. Died? Is that what happened? It felt like it, but then how could I have come back to life?...I paused thinking about the idea of vampires, but I shook it away. There was no way, but that was all these people talked about. That and blood.

"Anything involving this one is not worth the effort," The same lady said, glaring at me as she said it. There goes that feeling again, the one of complete crazy filling you up and making you feel like you belong in a cage. As if you can't trust yourself or your next actions, and then I realized how true this was because before I knew what was happening, I was over to the lady with her head in my hands. I gave one last evil smirk before I tore her head off and threw it over to the others.

I could feel this sudden burst come through me. Half of it joy, half of it nausea. Did I really just do that? How did I? There was no way I could do that if human, but if I was a vampire...it would be possible, right? And why was I joyful? Was killing someone good?

I looked back to the others in the room with me, each of them shocked and each of them frightened.

"Yo-you killed her. You did what none could do. You killed her. You killed her with your bare hands," One of them said and looked to the others. "We need to take her down."

And even though I could sense them coming at me, I didn't stop them. I was too confused and lost to care as they tackled me to the wall and hit me so hard that nothing was clear, nothing at all.

"Harder, Trenton, she is more powerful than she looks," A deep, husky voice hissed. My eyes began to flutter a bit as a death grip was put on both of my wrists.

"I'm trying, but it's like the metal is resisting to attach to her," A man's voice snapped right back, as the death grip loosened and fell off of my wrists. I could my eyes slowly open, and it took just half of a second for them to adjust to the dark, musty room or...well, cave I was in. Both of them gasped as they saw me.

"What?" I asked, very confused. What had I done that was so frightening?

Oh.

I had killed that lady...with my hands. Just my hands. But she had been annoying me so she should have seen it coming.

Wait, did I just justify my killing someone? Yeah, I was loosing it.

"Please, don't kill us," A guy, I'd say in his mid-20s, begged. He was the one holding the chains that seemed to slid off of my body. The other man was already backing up towards the only door in this cave, and it was open.

"Do not worry about it. As long as you do not make any moves to harm me or try to control me than I you shall be safe," I said to him, walking around the guy and making my way to the other man who clearly had not heard a thing I said by the way he suddenly grabbed a piece of wood and lunched at me with it in his hand. He was faster than he looked, and just as I tried to move out of his way, the first guy went in front of me and took the stake through the heart.

The one that got stabbed skin turned a grayish-blue color and all of his veins seemed to pop out of his face. He looked so...nasty. Although, he had died for me, I didn't have time to appreciate it because I had to deal with the other man.

I took the stake from the one man's body and threw it like a spear at the alive man. It soared through the air and landed straight into his the upper part of his spine. He crumpled to the ground as I walked out of the cave. He called out to me, to anybody that would help him. But I closed the door to that cave so nobody would hear.

"And where do you think your going?" A higher-pitched voice shrieked, and when I turned around to face the person who had asked, I got knocked out cold.

Elijah POV...Present Day

"And you know what happened from there. You woke up in a cave with others, and you were set out in the world," I told her, hoping she wouldn't ask anymore questions. As tough and cruel as I could be, I didn't think I could deny Rosalind another story. She had been through so much and for reasons she still didn't know.

All of which related to her family, friends, background, The Originals, Klaus, and more recently, those damn Salvatores. Don't get me wrong, both of them aren't too bad but they just can't help but get in the way of your plans.

Rosalind looked over to me with her hazel eyes, and pursed her lip in a satisfied yet annoyed way.

"I still don't get why they took me, why they wanted me, why they had hunted for my family. I have tried finding that clan but they are good at hiding their tracks. I'm sure I could find them now but I'm not sure if I want too," She whispered, thinking out loud. My eyebrows pushed together in confusion. Why wouldn't she want too know? What an unlike-Rosalind thing to say.

Her eyes now flickered to where we entered the forest then back to me.

"Elijah," She sighed, and I tensed up. I wasn't sure what was about to be said but with Rosalind I learned to expect the unexpected. "Watch your back. I have this feeling you aren't the only back to Mystic Falls to tie up some loose ends," Her voice was barely audible enough for me to hear. My eyes flickered to the entrance of the forest where we came then back to her. Just as she had done to me.

Whatever she sensed, I trusted.

"And you watch yours. I can't protect you for forever," And with that, I departed far away from her.

Rosalind POV

What did he just say? He can't protect me forever? Had he protected me before? Was there more to Elijah and my life that I had yet to find out? What could there possibly be?

"You look a little lost, need any help?" A familiar asked, bring me out of my thoughts. I shifted my head so I could see them over my shoulder.

"Maybe, care to bring me to the Savlatores?"