Rosalina Mikaelson was a fragile soul who had always been protected by the unstoppable force of her siblings and supernatural friends.
Yet as an unpredictable threat manages to weave its way into her heart, she learns it's time for her to return the...
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—ROSALINA HAD FLED THE SALVATORE residence as soon as Stefan suggested bringing Elena over to chat with the older vampire about Niklaus and the threat he seemed to present. Instead she pulled Rose aside to make it as clear as possible that the brothers and their precious doppelgänger would not be told a lick about her and her connection to the originals.
She had thankfully been done threatening the woman when Damon descended the staircase with a bottle of bourbon hanging loosely from his finger tips. A brow raised at the sight of a tense pixie haired vampire and his best friend who seemed to be acting overly innocent.
The original vampire simply sent the man a sickly sweet smile, soon after speeding upstairs to throw on a pair of jeans Elena had allowed her to borrow. As well as a jacket of Stefans, the leather shifting comfortably overtop of the shirt Damon had previously given her. The edges now pulled up and tucked into the waistband of the jeans.
The look itself was a bit odd, mix matched in style and size. Yet she couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit attractive in the oversized tops and tight jeans. She fluffed her hair and headed downstairs. Making sure to excuse herself from the meeting that was to take place minutes later.
Not wanting them to grow suspicious if she were to just disappear right before the topic was presented. Instead she teased the stuck up younger Salvatore by flashing her fangs and insisting that she needed a snack.
Of course she was joking, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to herself. No matter how parched she actually was. She would much rather travel a bit out of the towns view before digging into someone's jugular.
So she settled for something a little more mortal. A burger with cheese, pickles, mustard and ketchup as well as a side of freshly made fries. The meal topped off with an ice cold beer and few handfuls of peanuts. All accessed at the lovely 'Mystic Grill' an establishment she hadn't had the pleasure of exploring prior.
She was sat in a leather booth with her items placed on the table before her. Fingers every once and a while bringing something to her lips to bite into. The taste was not nearly as satisfying as she believed it would've been when she was human. Yet she couldn't help but imagine the way it would've made her roll her eyes back and happily munch away.
"No tomato?" A sweet voice asked curiously as the owner of said voice slid into the seat across from her. Green orbs moving to take in the sight of the pretty blonde girl and her wide smile. She was a clearly bubbly person, with an innocent smile and a look of interest in her crystal blue eyes.
