WILDEST DREAMS, klaus mikaelson

PROLOGUE

  BLOOD PAINTED THE WALLS. Lifeless bodies lay on the floor of the home. Splattered blood was everywhere; on the picture frames containing a happy family, the mat that sat beside the fireplace and the mahogany coffee table.

  Blue and red lights peeked through the window. They illuminated the dark sky outside. Officers continued to walk in and out of the house. An ambulance sat facing the house, a young thirteen year old girl was inside it with a foil blanket wrapped around her tightly. A woman in a paramedic uniform tried to communicate with her but all she could hear was endless ringing.

  Nothing made sense.

  Everything was a blur. Blood. Screams. Bite marks on necks. Alone.

  All she could register was the fact she was sitting by herself. The cold metal touched her bare legs as they dangled off the seat.

  She wanted her mother, father, and brother. She needed them.

  Even though she was distraught, she couldn't bring herself to cry. No tears rolled down her cheek like in every movie ending in tragedy. She was in shock. The occasional slow blink would help her dry eyes find a second of relief but other than that, she didn't move. She was frozen in place like a block of ice ready to be sculpted.

  A group of creatures had just murdered her family because of what she was and she couldn't stop them. Despite being a part of two strong bloodlines, she felt weak. Pathetic. And now, completely and utterly alone.

  TWO BLONDES WALKED UP TO HER IN THE POLICE STATION. Tapping of keyboards and scribbling of words on paper was heard all around the room. Sometimes an odd grunt would leave one of the criminals' mouths but that was it. The older blonde was wearing a sheriff's outfit and the other was a young girl who looked the same age as Rosie. Her eyes locked onto them, staring with an annoyed gaze but the fellow teenager just smiled sweetly in return.

  "Hello, Rosalee. My name is Liz and this is Caroline, my daughter." The woman nodded her head in the teenage girl's direction. "We are taking you in."

  Caroline's bright aura of positivity seemed to dim slightly when she noticed Rose didn't respond but instead dropped her head into her hands and let out a loud sigh.

  "Rosie..." She said, shocking the mother and daughter. "My name is Rosie, not Rosalee."