Summary:

No one ever understood him. People always underestimated her. They were polar opposites, yet one and the same. Light and Dark. A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather. She didn't remember. He remembered everything. His meeting her was fate. Her becoming his friend a choice. Both falling in love was something they had no control over. Nonetheless they never would've met if it wasn't for the Werewolves and their pesky traps.

A Drop in the Ocean
Chapter One
Damsel in Distress/ D.I.D.

Year 1401 A.D.

The setting was peaceful in the forest surrounded by trees. Warm summer air blew through the trees, rustling the branches. Robins hopped on their tiny legs looking for worms; pulling them up from the ground with a stretching tug. Two miles away there were the sounds of a dogs barking and children laughing running around a village of wooden shacks. It would have been a pleasant day to her, but she had unfortunately not watched where she had been walking. Rosalie, or Rosie as she preferred to be called, was having a terrible day.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," she muttered trying to untie the net she had been thoughtless enough to get entrapped in. Her skin was burning, sizzling more accurately, and it hurt. The pain was almost driving her mad, but she knew that she had to get out of this net before the villagers discovered her. With each passing moment she was becoming more and more desperate to get out; she had even taken to trying to chew through the ropes, even though it felt like a thousand fiery needles sticking themselves into her tongue and lips.

She had burn marks on her face that were quickly healing from when she had been trying to reach her one of her arrows from her quiver. "Bloody Lycanthropes," she yelled/whimpered pulling her hands away from the ropes holding them close to her stomach. Rosie inspected the scarring, burning flesh of her hands she was pondering whether to try for her arrows again or not. She knew that this was probably a hopeless cause that unless by some miracle she wouldn't end up getting out of this net, and that by night fall the werewolves from the village will come and see that she was trapped there and kill her. 'Though they would probably have their way with me first before they kill me,' she thought bitterly.

"Well, Well. What do we have here?" A voice cut through the air like a dagger. Rosie twisted her head abruptly her face accidently pressing into the ropes burning her skin. She pulled back with a hiss the net swaying has her weight shifted. "It's not every day you come across a vampire in a vervain net." She watched as a man stepped forward from the trees. He was young, handsome, his brown hair flowing down his neck ending before his shoulders. He was dressed in dark green tunic and Rosie could easily tell he was of a noble family by how he dressed. He strode toward her cockily and arrogant, "Do you require assistance love?"

Rosie huffed, "No thank you. I'm capable of getting out of this by myself." She started to struggle with the ropes again ignoring the blistering feeling. The man watched as her skin fizzled.

"On the contrary," he said taking a step closer to her, "you seem quite the damsel in distress to me."

She pulled her hand from the ropes shooting him a glare, "I'm a Damsel. I'm in Distress. BUT I DO NOT NEED YOUR HELP."

He held up his hands in surrender, "Fine, Fine. I was just being courteous, but I'll leave you to your own devices seeing as you are perfectly capable," he began to walk away heading for the trees, "but I'd hate to imagine what those wolves would do to a pretty face like yours."

Rosie turned to him fear flashing across her face, 'What am I doing? Here I was just wishing for a way out of this net then he shows up and offers to help me. I should be accepting his help, but I don't want to owe him,' she thought looking at his back, "Wait." He turned around slowly looking at her, his caramel eyes amused and a smug smirk plastered on his face. Rosie took a deep breath fighting the urge to slap him seeing that smirk, "Can you cut the ropes," he nodded and she grimaced.

He walked over to the net and pulled a dagger out of his boot. He grabbed the ropes being careful to have his shirt sleeve between his skin and the vervain. Rosie watched has he made quick work of the ropes slicing them. About 30 seconds later she had tumbled out on to the ground.

She hit the forest floor with a thud pushing up on her wrists she sat up to see him standing over her with that smirk on his face. Rosie grabbed her bow and quiver slinging them over her shoulder. He held out his hand to help her stand, "I'm Kol," he said as she took his hand, "and you are?"

Kol pulled her from the ground into his chest she pushed away from him, "Thank you for your assistance Kol it was greatly appreciated, but I have to be going." Rosie turned away and started heading in the direction opposite of the village.

A small smile formed on Kol's face as he followed her. She was a peculiar girl considering how she was dressed. Unlike girls of the time who wore long dresses with flowing sleeves, she was dressed in black trousers and had a white tunic with a pair of brown leather cothurnes (hunting boots). Her hair hung down to her hips in a disarray of loose bronze curls that bounced as she walked ahead of him. "Why are you following me," she asked abruptly turning around to face him her hair swirling in the air? Her aquamarine eyes searched his for an answer.

"Call it curiosity, sweetheart," he replied nonchalantly.

"Well, stop it," she called over her shoulder walking faster ahead of him. He easily kept up with her quick pace. Kol noticed how she would pick splinters out of her hands and throw them in the grass every so often. She never did turn back around to look at him though.

Rosie was attempting to ignore the vampire following behind her. She hoped that if she didn't acknowledge his presence he would leave her alone. Looking down at the ground she noticed some vervain grown by the base of a tree. The purple petals contrasted against the bark of the maple. Rosie rolled her eyes and sighed, picking up the pace.

There were no words exchanged between the two as they trekked through the woods. Rosie was becoming very annoyed at the second pair of footsteps trailing behind her. 'How much longer is he going to follow me?' She wondered. Rosie was very persistent in trying to lose him seeing as it was going to be a full moon soon and she needed to get off the ground. She had seen several trees that were far enough from the ground with thick branches to shield her, but she couldn't do anything about it considering the unwanted company.

About two miles of walking and Kol had decided to break the silence, "Where exactly are we going?"

"I'm going away from you, you however keep following me," Rosie muttered turning left.

Kol chuckled lightly. "I wouldn't feel right leaving you out in the woods to fend for yourself especially since tonight is a full moon." Rosie stopped walking almost causing Kol to bump into her. "I don't live to far from here though so if you would like to stay," he started.

"No, that's not necessary," Rosie replied cutting him off.

Kol raised a brow. "Do you really dislike me that much?" He pondered.

"I don't even know you," Rosie shot back.

"Then get to know me," Kol countered.

Rosie sighed. She was fighting a losing battle and Kol knew it. It's not like she had anywhere to go she had been living in the forest for a long time in fact she had forgotten how long it's been since she slept in an actual bed, moving from place to place never staying anywhere long enough to be noticed three days at most. She hadn't been paying attention to the years either, 'What year is it anyway,' she pondered, 'fourteen-something?' "Okay," she said defeated.

Kol smiled and took her hand leading her to the right. Rosie didn't fight him, but just followed limply behind, 'I think that vervain is finally taking its toll,' she thought sleepily. She continued to follow Kol and he held her hand, she personally thought it was odd that he still hadn't let go, but she didn't have the energy to question it.

"How long have you had a daylight ring," Kol asked glancing over his shoulder? His eyes fell on the silver band with the tiny purple crystal. The band was simple and cradled the crystal in three tiny prongs wrapping its self around her slender finger like a snake.

Rosie stifled a yawn and shrugged, "A century or so I guess maybe longer."

"I'm surprised you found a witch to make you one," he said watching as her eyes started to droop, "I only know a few vampires outside myself and my siblings who have them, yet I've never met you before." Rosie's eyes fluttered a couple of times.

"I'm not one to be noticed when I don't want to be," she retorted.

"The vervain net?" Kol inquired incredulously.

Rosie laughed the sound bubbling out of her throat. "I was careless, that normally doesn't happen," she told him with a smile. Kol stared at her listening to her laugh; it flowed out of her like a song and her smile… she could probably get anything with that smile. He turned his head back around focusing on walking.

"Okay we're here," he said stopping turning to the girl he had still yet to learn the name of. Rosie slowed next to him taking in the sight before her. She wasn't wrong in her assumption that Kol was a noble, but she didn't expect him to live in a castle. The dark stone bricks of the building in front of her went up at least four stories.

"Who did you have to compel to get this?" She remarked sarcastically.

"Me, no one," Kol said, "my brother quite a few people."

"Your brother?" Rosie inquired.

"Yes, Niklaus,"Kol said as they entered the threshold, "currently I live with him, my brother Elijah, and my sister Rebekah."

"Nice family Dynamic," she commented as they walked through the halls. A few servants passed but kept their eyes to the floor. Rosie took in her surrounding glancing at the tapestries and murals; she was fascinated by the detail of the tiny stitches. "Will it bother them that you brought me here?" She asked him.

"They'll get over it," Kol brushed it off casually. The two of them went up a flight of stairs and turned down a corridor. He stopped at a door and opened it, "You can stay here tonight. I'll have the servants draw you a bath," he crinkled up his nose as the last part. Rosie made a face. He laughed inwardly at her annoyed expression.

"Your hospitality is very generous," Rosie said, but her tone of voice made it sound more along the lines of 'Go to Hell'. Kol smirked at her before he closed the door leaving her in the room.

Rosie glanced around the room taking in the wardrobe, the large bed with animal furs, and the wash basin and table. There was a terrace and Rosie walked out and leaned against the stone railing. The sun was just beginning to set and the trees were silhouette against the sky; the moon was just starting to show the sky was in an array of golds, pinks, and purples. Rosie closed her eyes relishing in the feel of the remaining warmth of the sun.

Howls broke out in the distance signaling the werewolves changing. Rosie backed away from the terrace going back into the room she laid her bow and quiver on the table by the basin. Three was a knock on the door and Rosie went to answer it. Two servants pushed a tub into her room, while two more carried in a bunch of scented oils, soaps, and buckets of steaming water.

One of the servants began to strip Rosie of her clothes as the others filled the tub with water. Rosie wasn't used to people fawning over her like this; it wasn't like she didn't know how to get dressed. She tended to bathe in rivers freezing from the melting snow, but her being a vampire didn't really make it that bad. Rosie stepped into the tub and sunk into the water.

The warm water was soothing to her sore muscles as she relaxed closing her eyes. The moment of peace only lasted for a few seconds before a bucket of warm water was poured over her head startling her and wetting her hair. Then soap and scented oils were poured over her and massaged into her scalp and skin. More water was poured over her to rinse her off.

Rosie stood up and was wrapped in a robe. Once her hair was dried and brushed the servants left, but not before telling her that dinner was in an hour.

She went to the wardrobe and opened it up seeing several different dresses and flipped through them. Taking out a simple sky blue dress and slipping it on tying the strings on her bust, she considered her surroundings. She knew that she wouldn't be leaving tonight; the servants had taken her clothes to wash them, or so she hoped. She still had some time before dinner so she lay down on the bed to rest her eyes. The blanket and furs felt like heaven and she quickly dozed off losing consciousness.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Rosie stirred in her sleep fighting not to wake up. The knocking continued as she tried to drown them out. She let out a breath of air sitting up. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the blacked out room and she walked over to the door cracking it open.

A servant was standing there and she looked at him groggily. He let out a breath, "I've been instructed to show you the way to the banquet hall," he told her nervously. In truth the girl had answered the door with a very annoyed expression and it frightened him. Rosie nodded, composing herself her expression becoming friendlier before he led her down the hall.

Torches were lit as Rosie entered the banquet hall. She noticed immediately the four people sitting at the table. There were two men at the table aside from Kol and she assumed they were Niklaus and Elijah. The first one had brown hair like Kol only a shade darker and dark brown eyes, the second man had blondish hair and blue eyes. The girl sitting with them had blonde hair and blue eyes also. "Aw, there's our girl," Kol said directing everyone's attention to Rosie, "get lost love?"

Rosie cringed inwardly at the term love. "No, I fell asleep your servant must have been knocking for fifteen minutes," she said taking the seat next to Rebekah across from Kol. Kol made a face seeing her sit so far away from him that didn't go unnoticed by his siblings. She looked around the table at the lavished foods laid out before her. Roast beef, soups, and various fruits, half of the dishes she didn't even recognize.

The blonde man chuckled as he watched the girl's eyes light up at the food. "My brother Kol has filled us in on your unfortunate luck today," the brunette started, "however he didn't tell us your name." Rebekah took a sip of wine savoring the taste as they studied the unexpected visitor.

"I wouldn't think so considering I never gave my name in the first place," Rosie retorted. The one she was assuming was Elijah smiled at her response. "Rosalie though that's my name," she told them taking a sip of her wine. The wine had and interesting flavor she glanced down at the glass, 'Blood.'

"We usually drink our wine laced with blood," Rebekah told her, "considering that you're one of us we didn't think you'd mind."

"Oh I don't mind at all."

"So Rosalie," Niklaus began, "How long are you planning on staying with us?"

"Just to night," Rosie answered, "Once the full moon ends I was going to leave."

"You should stay another night," Rebekah started, "We plan on going shopping tomorrow in London and it would be nice to have another woman's opinion seeing as it's just me and my brothers." She flashed Rosie a friendly smile hoping she would agree. Rosie studied Rebekah. For a split second, she saw the loneliness in her eyes before looking down at her wine.

"I suppose that would be acceptable if you're sure I won't be intruding," Rosie responded politely. Rebekah smiled before pulling Rosie into a hug. She sat there awkwardly for a second before hugging the blonde back cautiously.

Kol was fighting back a small laugh at Rosie's puzzled expression. Rebekah tended to be a little intense for most people although none of the brothers were expecting her to embrace the girl and certainly she wasn't either considering her tense posture. Rosie pulled away from Rebekah focusing her attention back on her food in front of her. Kol watched her as she ate only talking when questions were directed towards her. She looked up making eye contact with Kol only to look back down at her plate.

Rosie excused herself once dinner finished and headed back to her room. Closing the door behind her with a small clank, she breathed a sigh of relief. "What have I gotten myself into?" She muttered under her breath plopping down on the bed face first. She let out a groan rolling over staring up at the gray stone ceiling.

Rosie was feeling apprehensive of the whole situation she was in. No she had never met Kol or his family, but she knew them by reputation. 'The Originals' that term was feared among vampires and even witches. Knowing this she knew what they were capable of, but she was also curious about them. They seemed like almost any average human family, with the obvious exceptions of course. During dinner she had been studying them trying to be able to read their personalities.

Kol was arrogant, but it didn't take a genius to see that. He enjoyed a challenge and was competitive when need be. Being the one of the youngest siblings he enjoyed annoying his older brothers and had delinquent desire to disobey the rules. Although he and Elijah shared the most resemblance they were complete polar opposites of each other, that much was obvious.

Rebekah was headstrong and stubborn. She didn't care for other people's opinions on her choices and when it came to down to pleasing herself our pleasing others she would always choose herself. She was passionate about life and felt everything deeply, although she attempted to hide it behind a tough exterior. Rosie wondered how much guilt she felt and hid from her siblings.

Niklaus was much like Kol in personality, but there were blatant differences in their demeanor. He was impulsive and confident. He reveled in the power that came with being an original vampire and had no problem holding that power over others. There were some slight insecurity though, that Rosie noticed, the conversations that he had with his siblings seemed forced almost as if he was pushing them away; keeping them at arm's length. He had a constant look of sadness in his eyes and Rosie speculated what had caused him so much pain.

Elijah was harder to read then the rest of his siblings. Rosie wasn't exactly able to pin what he was really like. She knew that he was moral and also that he tended to think things through before taking action, but as regards to anything else about him she was completely clueless.

Rosie sighed again blowing her long bangs out of her face. She rolled off the bed landing on her feet softly walking to the table where she had placed her bow and quiver, pulling out a chair she sat down and lit a candle the light casting her shadow on the wall. Pouring a little water into the wash basin and taking a small cloth Rosie began to clean her arrows. She scrubbed the sharp points carefully removing the blood and dirt from her various kills.

Once she had finished with that task, she picked up the bowl the water having turned brown and dirty and dumped it out over the terrace. It was late into the night when Rosie actually felt tired enough to go to sleep. Curling up into a ball under the furs was warm and comforting as if being in a tiny cocoon. She quickly lost consciousness falling into an unstable sleep.

Smoke.

That's what Rosie smelled. It filled the air flowing into her lungs burning with every breath she took. Her eyes immediate snapped open only to wish she hadn't opened them at all. A pair of eyes stared back at her lifeless and cold. A corpse was lying in front of her, but it wasn't just a corpse but several corpses surrounded her, men, women, and children just thrown into a pile as if they were no more than firewood. Which was what they were being used for she realized suddenly.

Bolting up right she sensed the danger of the flames getting closer to her and scrambled out of the mass of bodies. The smell was awful and burned her nose causing her to cringe and gag. She also had the bizarre hunger that was working its way out of her core to her teeth. It made her want to bite something, but not just anything a person.

'What's happening to me?' She thought fearfully looking around. She was standing in ruins of some town or what not, but she had absolutely no memory to how she came to such a place. The trees were a blaze along with the bodies and the smoke blacked out the sky making it impossible to see the stars. Everything was quite except for the crackling of the flames; Rosie knew that she was completely alone.

The smell of blood was strong in the air and Rosie started to salivate like a rabid animal. Unsure of what came over her she grabbed one of the corpses and sunk her fangs into its wrist drinking the blood from its veins. Her eyes darkened around her blue irises and veins strained under her eyes. The blood was still warm which led her to believe that this person had not been dead long, she glanced up into the face of a young girl not much younger then she, maybe eighteen or nineteen at most.

Suddenly Rosie seemed to come to the realization of what she was doing to the girl's arm and ripped away from her so fast everything was a blur; then running off into the forest away from the flames. Blood dripped down her lips and she ran through the trees, she stopped on top of a hill after about ten minutes and wiped the red from her lips staining the light purple fabric of her sleeve. Turning around she saw the glow of the smoke and flames illuminating the valley where the town was and closed her eyes trying to will the tears not to spill down her cheeks.

Rosie awoke shaking in a ball and her face in a puddle of tears. She sat up looking around her disorientated taking in the somewhat familiar room before the memory of yesterday came back to her. "Oh that's right," she said in a raspy voice as realization came back to her. She dabbed her eyes soaking up any of the remaining moisture from her eyes before climbing out of the large bed and walking across to the wash basin. She splashed water on her face and scrubbed her arms and chest with a cloth.

It had been years since she had dreamed of her transition. It was still confusing as always and left her in the same state as usual. Rosie let out a small laugh as she picked up a hair brush and combed through her hair. Her transition was the first thing she ever remembered. She had heard that when vampires turn they remember more, but with her that wasn't the case. She recalled nothing from her life as a human, for her being a vampire was the only thing she knew.

Rosie put down the hair brush and began braiding her hair pulling her bangs out of her eyes. Her bronze locks framed her face enhancing her high cheek bones and feminine features. She brushed her hands across her dress to get rid of the wrinkles from sleeping in it. Finally feeling satisfied with her appearance she peeked outside to see the sun just coming over the horizon. 'They probably won't be up for a couple of hours,' she thought glancing at the door of her room.

She didn't feel much like staying in that room and being left alone with her thoughts. Being curious by nature Rosie couldn't pass up the opportunity to explore her surroundings and she wanted to find her clothes. Rosie opened the door quietly careful not to disturb anyone, unsure if there was even anyone around to disturb.

Everything was silent as the girl moved soundlessly through the halls. She was using her hearing to find any human heartbeats knowing that would be where the servants quarters would be. There was a faint thump of a heartbeat that her delicate hearing picked up and she started heading in that direction. To her right there was an open door and Rosie glanced in to see an armory. Having momentarily forgotten about her quest for her clothes she walked into the room beholding at the swords handing on the walls.

The swords were in many different conditions, some seemed new while others looked centuries old. She walked up to one in particular, the blade of the weapon dusty and unused; she noticed a bit of blood on the handle wondering what kind of battles this sword has seen. There were words engraved into the steel and her fingers brushed over the metal rubbing away the dust.

"Audaces fortuna iuvat."(Fortune favors the brave.)

Rosie jump whipping her head to the door seeing Niklaus standing in the doorway. "That's one of my favorites," he told her walking closer to her.

"It's a nice reminder," Rosie said turning back to the sword.

"What are you doing in my armory, love?" Niklaus asked. He was genuinely curious, most girls held no interest to swords or things that would be considered brutish, but Rosie was looking at the wall in awe her eyes lighting up a like a child on Christmas. Rosie turned her attention back to the man standing next to her.

"Would you believe me if I said 'I got lost'?" She asked. Niklaus smirked at her response.

"I wouldn't hold it against you," he replied. A small smile graced her features before she hid it; looking at another sword further down.

"Una salus victis nullam sperare salutem," Rosie read out loud pronouncing the Latin perfectly. (Knowing that there is no hope can give one the courage to fight and win/ The one safety for the vanquished is to abandon hope of safety.) She studied the sword a second longer before glancing back at the others. "Did you turn them all?" She asked still studying the sword.

Niklaus was taken aback by her question at first, but she didn't catch his reaction. "No, not all," he answered, "I gave them a choice to turn or die." Rosie nodded listening, her fingers brushing over another sword.

"It wasn't much of a choice for them I'm guessing," she said calmly. Rosie stopped at shield that hung from the wall and family crest engraved and painted red. "It's interesting how the bravest men cower when faced with their own mortality," she mumbled to herself, but Niklaus still heard.

"True bravery is hard to come by," he told her. Rosie didn't really respond to his remark still thinking about her dream. It was a thing that commonly happened. Just when she was getting over the fact that she didn't have a past that dream came back and made her question everything about herself. "If you don't mind me asking," Niklaus began pulling Rosie out of her thoughts. Rosie looked at him curious. "How old are you pray tell?" he inquired.

"To be honest, I don't actually know," Rosie said, "I've lost track of how many years I've been—" she paused looking for the right word, "dead." She made a confused expression thinking about it, 'technically I am dead,' she told herself. "Physically, I can't be older than twenty-two."

"That would make you the same age as Kol," Niklaus supposed.

Rosie nodded, "I guess."

Silence fell between the two and Rosie glanced back at the door. "Oh Niklaus," she began earning his attention. He looked at her quizzically waiting for her to continue.

"What is it, love?"

She opened her mouth to ask him about his siblings, but hesitated when she realized that it might not be the best subject to bring up. "Can you show me where the kitchen is?" She requested instead. He smiled, his dimples spreading on his cheeks.

"Of course," he held out his hand for her to take and she placed her hand in his allowing him to lead her out of the room. "We should give you a tour after breakfast," Niklaus mentioned walking down the hall, "It would be better than you wandering around lost." Rosie smiled.

"Yes that would be more convenient."

"Did you learn how to wield a sword?" He inquired. Rosie's smile grew a little wider. She had learned how to fight from an old friend. If she could call him that, he was more like an older brother or father figure though.

"Yes," she answered, "an acquaintance taught me on one of my travels. We were stuck sailing on a ship for weeks and weren't left with much else to do." It was one of her more pleasant memories.

"Where were you sailing to?"

Rosie thought about it for a second. It had been quite so long ago that it took a while to access the information. "Egypt, I think," she said.

Niklaus nodded, "Egypt is an interesting place; lots of history."

"It was too warm for my taste," Rosie detailed, "I favor colder weather over searing heat." She glanced out one of the windows they passed, judging by the shadows it had to be around six-thirty or so. "I assume that you've traveled?" Niklaus nodded.

"Yes, quiet frequently."

"Do your siblings travel with you?"

There was no easy answer to her question Niklaus knew that, yet he didn't want to explain to her about his somewhat stressed relationship with his siblings. Over the years they have fought and he had admitted to himself that he wasn't completely blameless for the quarrels they got into. "My siblings tend to come and go as they please," he retorted. Rosie hummed letting the subject drop.

The two walked into the bustling kitchen, the servants going about their daily early morning chores. Rosie treaded through the kitchen dodging the servants that weren't paying much attention to her or Niklaus. There was a bowl of Granny Smith apples sitting on the counter and she snatched one wiping it off with her sleeve and bit into it the sweet-tart flavor of the fruit gliding across her tongue. She took another bite looking around.

"Is there a reason you're up so early?" She asked Niklaus.

"I was going to discuss something with Elijah," he answered vaguely.

Rosie nodded, "Well don't feel like you have to watch me. I've taken up enough of your time as it is. I promise not to get lost again." She had on a serious face at the last part, causing Niklaus to chuckle.

"Well then Milady. I'll leave you here. Do try not to cause too much trouble," he said humoring her.

"We wouldn't want that now would we?" Rosie retorted sarcastically. Niklaus smirked before leaving her in the kitchen to talk to his brother.

The girl glanced around curiously eating her apple. She much enjoyed the taste of it, but she had this other hunger that needed to be satisfied. The blood lust was never something that Rosie got used to, but she had come to accept it as a part of herself. It had been a few days since she had fed and she could probably hold out for a few more, it was just not feeding tended to make her a little irritable around people.

A servant came near her, a young man, and Rosie eyed him with interest, "Excuse me," she said timidly catching his attention. "Can you come here for a minute? I need to ask you something," she spoke kindly beckoning him forward.

"Yes, Miss?" He questioned cautiously. He was fully aware of what she was. One did not just become a servant for the Mikealson family without knowing. Rosie smiled sadly seeing the fear in his eyes.

"I wanted to inquire about my clothes," she stated. The man seemed to relax a little, but only slightly.

"Your clothes Miss," he asked?

"Yes well you see; I was wearing my hunting clothes when I came here. And the servants they took them to be cleaned. I was just wondering to where they have been put, I've grown rather attached to them. My boots in particular," Rosie explained sweetly, "and I'm afraid these shoes," she said gesturing to her feet, "are a size too small."

The servant paused to a second unsure of what to make of this person in front of him. None of the Lords or Lady addressed the servants so kindly. "Would the Miss like me to fetch your boots?" He requested.

Rosie smiled, "Yes that would be greatly appreciated. You can just have the rest of my clothes set on the bed. No rush though just by the end of the day would be great." The man nodded leaving to do as she requested. Rosie went back to eating her apple, biting around the core avoiding the seeds.

Once she had finished she set the core on the counter. The servant returned with her boots, having been clean and polished they gleamed. She took them gingerly slipping her feet out of the other shoes and handing them to him, "Thank you it's quite uncomfortable having to wear those." She wiggled her toes feeling the cold stone floor before sliding her feet into the boots. The blue dress she was wearing covered the boots, and no one would be able to tell the difference. "If you don't mind me asking, what is your name?" Rosie bade him to answer.

"My name, Miss?" The man asked. Rosie nodded. "It's James."

"James is a nice name," she commented with a kind smile. "James would it be terrible forward of me to ask you for a drink," James gulped the fear returning to his eyes, "No, you're right it is. Never mind," Rosie conceded. She paused before giving him a quizzical look, "you wouldn't know where I might be able to get a drink would you?"

He shook his head. "Oh well," Rosie sighed, she leaned on the counter looking at the stone, "You don't have to stay James. You're free to go."

James hesitated, "Is the Miss really that thirsty?"

"I'm always thirsty James. But I'm not thirsty enough to kill if that's what you're asking," Rosie told him jadedly. "Are you reconsidering?" She pondered.

"If the Miss promises not to kill me I guess I could allow it," James replied finally agreeing.

"I promise not to kill you," Rosie said raising her right hand comically. This action caused James to smile some of his fear dissipating. "Give me your wrist," she ordered.

James placed his hand in hers and she took it gently rolling up his sleeve halfway up his forearm. "This may pinch a little," she told him apologetically. Her fingers brush over the sensitive skin causing a shiver to travel down the man's spine and her fangs elongated as she opened her mouth.

Rosie nipped his flesh softly piercing his skin with her fangs. The blood pooled into her mouth and she swallowed once, twice, three times before releasing his wrist. She found a small cloth and wrapped it tightly around the wound tying it securely. "It doesn't hurt too much does it?" She asked rolling his sleeve back down covering his wrist.

"Not as much as I thought it would," he admitted touching his arm.

"Well I was being gentle, don't expect all vampires to feed like that," she told him, "and I wouldn't offer myself like that for future reference. I could've taken more than I did without killing you." The servant nodded politely at what she was telling him.

James turned to leave, "Oh James," Rosie said, he turned to face her, "Thank you." She smiled so kindly and graciously that for a minute the man didn't think she looked like a monster that had no disregard for human life.

The bit of blood that she drank subdued the cravings and Rosie decided to go back to her room. Walking down the hallway and up the staircase she opened the door to her temporary chambers. The servants had come by at some point and made the bed and her hand slid over the fur as she walked to the terrace. Jumping up on the railing she laid down on her back closing her eyes listening to the sounds of the forest.

Birds flew through the trees, twittering, chirping, and whistling to each other happily. Rosie listened to them a smile forming on her face. When she had transitioned she had to stick to the shadows, sleeping in caves mostly, but the sound of the birds reminded her that everything was going to be okay. That she would get through it. Even now the birds filled her with a sense of calm and hope.

She opened her eyes staring at the morning sky the white fluffy clouds passing overhead morphing and changing as they moved. Rosie decided to go down to the banquet hall, sitting up from her perch on the terrace she swung her feet over and hopped off the railing. There were more noises as she stepped out of her room this time, and she followed the path that she took last night.

Rosie strolled into the banquet hall, seeing the servants going about setting up the table. Elijah was looking out the large floor to ceiling windows as she entered, his back turned toward her. "Rosalie, how are you this morning?" He asked not turning around.

"I'm fine Elijah," she answered walking up next to him taking in the view. The windows looked out towards the gardens, flowers of all kinds were planted and bushes made a maze of sorts. There was a lake father out away from the house surrounded by willow trees and their long braches swayed in the wind. "And you?" She returned politely.

"Also fine. We were planning on leaving after lunch and being back by dinner. I'm sure that Rebekah would be thrilled to take you on a tour of the place. Niklaus told me about your getting lost," He told her.

"I would imagine that he would," Rosie retorted.

"Good morrow Rosalie," Rebekah greeted cheerily as she walked into the room. Rosie turned around smiling at the blonde.

"Good morrow Rebekah," she replied.

Rebekah took a seat at the table piling food on her plate, "Elijah when are we leaving," she inquired excitedly?

"After lunch," he told her, "Niklaus has some things to attend to before we go."

"Nik, better not back out," Rebekah said stubbornly," He promised me weeks ago to take me shopping. And we have to buy presents for his birthday next month." Rosie watched the display interested.

"Niklaus's birthday is next month?"

"Oh yes," Rebekah nodded biting into a slice of bread with cheese, "We always throw a ball to celebrate. Nik loves birthdays, we all do." Rosie walked across the room and took a seat next to Rebekah. She smiled at her before returning to eating. "So Rosalie, where are you from," Rebekah asked, "your accent is interesting? I don't really recognize it."

"I've traveled around a lot," she told her, "I must have picked up different qualities from different places." Rosie thought about it her accent was strange, constantly changing. One minute a person could swear she was British, but the next she could be Italian or Irish. There was a mix of everything in her voice, though smooth as silk and alluring in an exotic way.

"Where have you traveled? I've traveled a lot with Nik. Its great seeing new places and trying new food," Rebekah stated dreamily.

"Several places actually. Italy, Greece, Egypt, France, Israel, to name a few. A couple years ago I was in the Himalayans."

"I've always adored France," Rebekah said, "Paris and Florence are two of my favorite cities."

"I've always loved the lavender fields there in Province," Rosie commented.

"Oh I love them too," Rebekah responded her face lighting up with memories, "the flowers stretch for miles and smell amazing." Elijah watched as the two girls conversed, discussing cities, food, and cultures. He had never seen Rebekah so animated since after they had become vampires. It was nice that she was finally having someone to talk to.

"Hello Sister, brother," Kol greeted coming into banquet hall he paused seeing Rosalie sitting next to his sister, "Rosalie." He picked up her hand a placed a kiss on her knuckles.

"Hello Kol," Rosie retorted jadedly removing her hand from his grasp placing it back in her lap.

Rebekah brought the attention back to her ignoring her brother, "We have some African violets planted in the gardens outside."

"I would imagine they would die in the cold," Rosie said turning back to Rebekah, while still watching Kol out of her peripheral vision. He took a seat across from her and began piling his plate with food.

"They do, but we have them uprooted, placed in pots and brought inside until winter passes. There are also some roses and sunflowers. We can see them later if you wish," Rebekah offered. Rosie watched Kol, he was conversing with Elijah on something or other and talking in hushed tones. She couldn't explain it but she felt suspicious of them, they all seemed to have an air of mystery about them even Rebekah who Rosie assumed was serving more of a distraction for her. Niklaus had yet to come to breakfast and his vague meeting with Elijah didn't sit well with her. 'I guess I'll just have to play along,' Rosie thought turning her attention back to Rebekah.

"That sounds nice," she told the blonde.

Breakfast went normally, or as normally as Rosie could guess it could. She was now being lead through the halls on a grand tour by Rebekah. Kol tagged along claiming to have nothing better to do and was following behind making snide remarks after Rebekah would point something out.

"Really sister," Kol said as they stopped at yet another tapestry, "Your tour is about as dull as watching Nik draw. You should at least be a little more creative."

"Oh shut it Kol," Rebekah told him, "no one asked you to come along."

"That may be true dear sister," Kol retorted, "but I didn't want to leave Rosalie alone to suffer your tedious personality."

Sensing a fight about to break out between the brother and sister Rosie quickly intervened. "Kol what would you choose to show me?" She asked. Rebekah was seconds away from jumping on his throat upon hearing her question.

Rebekah added spitefully, "Yes brother why don't you take over. Let's see what you deem appropriate to show our guest here."

Kol's winning smirk came back into play, the same smirk that he had when Rosie asked for his help and when he convinced her to come here. Rosie was being to detest that smirk. "Well if you insist sister," he said.

So now Kol was leading the grand tour. His sister grumpily following behind with Rosie, grumbling under her breath, "Pompous, self-absorbed ass." Kol didn't pay her any notice, ignoring her grumblings. Although Rosie wouldn't admit it Kol's tour was much more interesting that Rebekah's. He's more animated and humorous, making remarks about things they passed that most would consider inappropriate or crude, which they were, yet Rosie was having fun surprisingly.

"Rosalie don't you think my tour is better than Rebekah's?" He asked after a while, smirking at his sister.

"No, she doesn't," Rebekah answered for her, "Your tour is for fools. By a fool for a fool."

"I didn't ask you sister," Kol shot back, "I asked her. Now who's is better, darling?"

Rosie sighed at his immaturity. "Rebekah's tour," she said trying to spite him, knowing that if she answered truthfully he would smirk again. Rebekah snickered and Kol frowned. "But Rebekah's tour was rather dull even if it was more informative," now it was Rebekah's turn to frown while Kol chuckled.

"Well sister, it seems our guest here agrees on you being dull. Not that I blame her," he laughed.

"I didn't say Rebekah was dull," Rosie clarified, "just that her tour was. She's more interesting than you." Rebekah smiled.

"Is that so?"

"Most definitely."

Kol quieted pondering, "I'll just have to change your opinion then." He was very surprised that this girl thought his sister more interesting than him. Usually people favored Kol out of his siblings; he was more likable and knew how to have fun unlike Elijah, Niklaus, or Rebekah. What surprise Kol more than anything though was that this girl was becoming more and more remarkable by the second.

Rosalie, when he first met her didn't make much of an impression on him. Walking out of the forest to find a vampire caught in a vervain net, he assumed she was a newbie possibly a hundred years old at most. The thing that caught his attention though was her eyes. Those pools of blue mixed with tints of green reminded him of a coral reef swarming with fish, he got lost in them for a second before taking in the rest of her. He didn't lie when he said she was a pretty face, she was, but she wasn't just pretty she was gorgeous, a true beauty.

Kol was very fond of the Greeks. Their parables, poems, and history fascinated him. Rosalie's appearance though was what he continually imagined Greek goddesses to look like, Aphrodite, Artemis, or Calypso specifically. But once she opened her mouth he realized she was much more than a pretty face. With each sentence she became more fascinating, the way the words rolled off her tongue like honey; if he didn't know better he would swear that she was a real life siren, yet she seemed oblivious to the effect she had on him.

"Show her the stables Kol," Rebekah piped in. It wasn't a bad idea, but his sister suggested it. Nevertheless, having no better ideas conceded this decision to his sister. Rebekah lead the way practically dragging Rosie with her, however she didn't seem to mind laughing at something Rebekah had said.

There were several horses in the stables varying in coats and manes. A few stable hands scurried about shoveling manure and feeding the horses. Rebekah pulled Rosie to a snow white mare, "This one's mine," she told her petting its muzzle. She smiled affectionately toward the horse as the soft fur brushed against her fingers.

"I've always loved horses as a child," she told Rosie, "It's ironic that I didn't get to have one until I became a vampire. The horses were only used for the men on their hunting excursions. I remember when Nik taught me how to ride; he took me into the woods early in the morning, I was about seven or so, and he had taken our brother's horse and tied it to a tree. He had spent the morning teaching me, he said it was our secret," she finished looking at Rosie.

"It's nice you have that memory with your brother. I didn't have any siblings," Rosie told her. To be honest she could've had siblings, maybe a brother or a sister even. None of that mattered now though it was obvious that any siblings she could've once had are along since dead.

"Where's Kol run off to," Rebekah asked annoyed at her older brother's disappearance?

Rosie glanced around not seeing him anywhere. "Maybe he got bored since apparently you're dull," she suggested sarcastically. Rebekah giggled.

"It should be about lunch by now. Then we get to go shopping," Rebekah told her excitedly.

"Do you get to do this often," Rosie inquired as they walked back to the house?

Rebekah sighs sadly, "Not as much as I would like. My brothers tell me there is only so much a person can take. Elijah constantly berates me on the amount of dresses I have, says 'I'm too materialistic'." Rosie laughed imagining the lecture Elijah would give Rebekah.

"It's funny," Rebekah laughed, "I've only know you for one day, yet I feel like we've been friends for a while."

Rosie nodded, "I feel that way too. Typically I'm not this open with people I've just met or even people I've known for several years. I guess there is such a thing as instant friends."

"So what do you like," Rebekah asked, "I'm mean; I know you've traveled and are fond of lavender. But you haven't really mentioned other interest."

"Sailing."

Rebekah looked at her quizzically, "Sailing?"

Rosie nodded, "It probably sounds strange, but there is something about sailing that always made me feel free; the smell of the ocean, the sun and the wind; knowing that you could go anywhere you wanted. I guess that's kind of what it means to be a vampire through."

"It is unusual," Rebekah agreed, "I've never really care for it personally. I was always fed up with having to stay on a boat for that long. It all seemed rather dull."

"I can get that way," Rosie agreed, "There have been times when I've just wanted to get off the bloody boat, but all in all I enjoy it."

Rebekah understood Rosie's love of sailing and feeling free. It was one of the things she enjoyed about being a vampire. The feeling of freedom and power knowing that anywhere you wanted to go, you could, and anything you wanted to do, you could too. The world was at your fingertips, and the world was at their fingertips.

The two girls strolled into the banquet hall taking a seat next to each other. Niklaus was present for this meal, but Elijah and Kol had seemed to disappear. Rosie didn't put much thought into it though figuring it would best if she didn't know. Generally she tended to stay out of other's personal life, unless she figured out that it involved her. When that happened Rosie concluded that it was okay to pry then because she was involved, but she didn't seemed to be involved in this one so she didn't question it.

Lunch was delicious. The soup was an array of flavors, spicy and sweet, with chunks of rabbit. Rebekah and Niklaus talked with her, but most of the time Rebekah was telling her brother about her ideas for his birthday next month. Rosie tuned a lot of it out through the meal. Kol and Elijah showed up towards the end of the meal and Rosie got a whiff of blood off of Kol.

'That's where he's been,' she supposed. Rosie didn't really want to think much about who he a fed off of, but it was apparent that the Originals liked to feed in their spare time.

The five of them made their way outside to the five horses set aside by the servants for this trip. Three stallions and two mares, Rosie immediately recognized Rebekah's horse so she assumed that the brown and white mare was for her. Niklaus climbed on to a pure black stallion, Elijah took the grey and Kol the chestnut brown.

She walked up to her horse petting her nose before climbing onto the saddle. She took the leather reins in her hands careful not hold to tightly. Niklaus lead the way clicking his heels on the horse's side and the rest followed suit.

The ride to London was peaceful the sun was shining brightly the thickness of the trees allowed for shade. Rosie looked around her gazing at the scenery, the vibrant greens of late summer imprinting itself into her memory. It had been several years since she had visited London, back when it was just a budding settlement on the river which had steadily grown to what it was now. 'It should make for an interesting experience,' Rosie supposed. As the group climbed a hill she could just make out the city of London.

It was nothing like she remembered it, the London she remember was quiet and peaceful, a few people here and there, this London was bustling with activity, the houses were more extravagant, but there were also slums and different types of shops lined the streets. Rosie and Rebekah were walking down through the market filled with traders of different kinds. They were shouting things like fresh salmon, or beautiful jewels all the way from India.

Rebekah dragged Rosie into several different shops holding up fabrics and dresses asking her opinion. They had been doing that for about three hours; Rebekah's brothers had disappeared within ten minutes leaving Rosie to deal with the girl alone. She had a growing suspicion that they might have done it on purpose. She stared at her surrounding something catching her attention. There about six feet away was a black smith with a variety of weapons. Rosie curiously wandered closer to get a better look.

Her fingers brushed over the blades nimbly feeling the polished steel, bronze, and iron in her hands. Rosie paused at a small silver dagger picking it up. The handle was beautifully carve in silver with the head of a snake holding a tiny red stone it its mouth was at the end. Light casting of the metal revealed an engraving and Rosie read it curiously, 'In Omnia Paratus.' (Ready for anything)

"Do you like that dagger," Kol asked sneaking up on the unsuspecting girl. Rosie jumped in reflex at his sudden presence. She stared at him a second before studying the dagger.

"It's pretty," she muttered setting it down. She turned around and faced him crossing her arms over her chest, "You left me alone with Rebekah."

Kol smiled not denying it. "My sister can be such a bother. You served as a good distraction," he informed her plainly.

Rosie was about to retort when low and behold Rebekah found her. "Rosie, come on," she called enthusiastically, "I need your opinion on some fabrics." She glanced at Kol who was clearly enjoying her unenthusiastic expression.

"Coming," she told the blonde jadedly shooting one last glance at the vampire standing by the daggers. Kol watched as she reached his sister and Rebekah dragged her into the crowd of people. His attention turned back to the dagger considering something.

"Which one do you think would look better on me," Rebekah questioned holding up two different fabrics. One was a pretty periwinkle blue and the other a deep royal purple. Rosie stared truly not knowing which one would look better.

"I honestly don't know Rebekah. Why not just get them both," she suggested.

Rebekah's face lit up at the suggestion, "Rosalie that is a marvelous idea. I knew there was a reason why I like you." She turned to the merchant paying for the fabrics, but using compulsion so she would only have to pay for one rather than both. Rosie just shook her head slightly staring at everything around her like she had been when they since they came to the city.

Rosie let out a breath of relief. 'Finally the day was over with,' she praised. Rebekah had dragged her to everything merchant, trader, and seamstress in London, at least it felt like she did, and now more than anything she just wanted to curl up in those nice warm furs and sleep. Those plans were put on hold however when Kol called out to her momentarily stopping her in the corridor.

"Yes Kol?" She questioned.

Kol sauntered up to her lazily, as arrogant as ever, and smiled charmingly. "How are you feeling?" He inquired.

She stared at him blankly. "I'm fine," she answered slowly.

"That's good."

A moment of silence passed between the two. Rosie was unsure if there was any more to Kol's inquiry. Kol's was mentally bashing himself in his mind for sounding like an utter idiot. "Is there something else you wanted?" Rosie questioned.

Kol snapped out of his thoughts focusing his attentions back on the girl standing in front of him. "Yes," he answered, "I wanted to give you something. A gift as it were."

"A gift?" She glanced at him in shock before she hid it under a mask of indifference. There had been very few times where someone has ever given Rosie a gift. Very few people ever got close enough to her that they would feel the obligation to give her anything. Kol had really no reason to get her anything; he saved her, she was already in his debt. "My apologies Kol, but I'm afraid I cannot accept any more of your generosity," Rosie told him firmly.

"You haven't even seen what it is," he replied puzzled. She was unlike anyone he had ever come across, human or otherwise. Girls would often swoon at the sight of him, but not this girl. That may have been why he found her so intriguing. No one had ever had the audacity to refuse any requests from the Originals, yet she did refuse.

Rosie shook her head. "I can assure you that whatever it is will not change my opinion on the matter. I've already abused your hospitality as it is," she said not relenting.

'She is always so polite. I almost don't even notice that she is flat out refusing me,' Kol blinked staring at the girl. "Then consider this a Farwell present," he told her pulling out a dagger. It was the same dagger that Rosie had been looking at earlier that day.

All of the girls protest fell flat when she looked at the sliver dagger in Kol's hands. "Thank you," Rosie said graciously. Her fingers curled around the handle taking it from the man's grasp. She really did like it, a lot actually.

"It should be useful to you, especially if you find yourself caught in anymore nets in the future," Kol joked teasingly.

"Yes it would be a good thing to have around," she agreed. There was a brief pause in the conversation again. "Well it was a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Kol," Rosie said politely with a smile.

"Likewise."

Kol watched her as she turned away from him and continued her journey down the dark hallway. Her bronze curls bobbing up and down as she paced away from him silently. Rosie glanced down at the dagger in her and shaking her head. 'The Originals sure are a strange bunch,' she concluded to herself, but she didn't find that she feared them.

Kol woke up early the next morning in hope of catching Rosie before she left. He wasn't quite sure why the thought of her leaving saddened him, but it did. 'Maybe I can convince her to stay a while longer,' he considered knocking on the door to her room. No answer. Quietly Kol cracked open the door to see if she was sleeping, the sight that met him though was not one that he was expecting.

No, Rosie was not sleeping. In fact no one was sleeping in that room, the room was devoid of any living persons. He glanced around at how clean everything looked. It was as if no one had been staying there to begin with. The only sign that there was someone staying there was the blue dress Rosie had been wearing folded up neatly and placed on the foot of the bed.

Kol crossed the distance from the door to the bed. There lying on the dress was a white parchment, a note. He picked it up curiously and read.

'Kol,

My sincerest apologies for not saying goodbye in person; I felt that if I did Rebekah would most likely convince me to stay. Please inform her that I enjoyed shopping with her and that I hope we will meet again sometime soon. I did however want to thank you for helping me. Your generosity was much appreciated, I'll be sure to put your gift to good use. I'm sure that we will cross paths again, until then I am in your debt.

Rosalie.'

Author's Note:

Hello and thank you for reading the first chapter of this story. I had actually planned on uploading this sooner, but I got distracted. I will probably continue this story depending on the response I get with this chapter, though maybe not right away. I am working on other things too.

Though if I do continue it, which I probably will, it will mostly be about Kol and Rosie. But I plan of doing some stuff with Klaus and Rebekah in the 20's and Katherine in the early 90's.

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