The Petrova Bloodline

Chapter 4

Rosalyn's POV

I flopped down onto one of the chairs at the Mystic Grill, sitting up against the bar. I had been lucky to have started my job on a Friday meaning today was Saturday, which meant no school.

I ordered a bourbon, remembering how I got Damon Salvatore into the fine drink the day he met Izzi and she brought him over. Now that was hilarious.

I smiled to myself before taking the glass, taking a small swig of it in the process. Despite it not being a School day, it had been exhausting. I had been running around all of Mystic Falls, placing down and hiding weapon caches, because apparently we didn't have much time till Niklaus fucking arrived.

I groaned and rested my head on the table. "Rough day?" I knew that voice. I peered over my arm beside me and saw Alaric.

"Alaric, make my day better please..." I grumbled and smiled sitting up again.

"What's happened today then?"

I bit my tongue as I nearly started to blurt everything out. Rosalyn Aluia Harrow, you be more careful. "My roomies been making me help her do deliveries. I'm exhausted," I explained before downing my drink.

"Well then, tonight the parties on me. Two bourbons please," he called to the barman and

I giggled. "Noo I can't have you pay for all this..."

I knew this was the perfect opportunity to be invited into his home, our way of getting Miss Gilbert. Two more glasses were filled in front of us and Alaric asked for the bottle too. Ooh, now I knew this would be good.

"To a new friendship," he help us his glass as I took mine.

"To new friendship," I repeated before we both downed the glass and started laughing. I had always had a tolerance to Alcohol, I didn't get as drunk easily, it would take a lot to get me drunk. But I was one hell of an actress when it came to it.

"So, why Mystic Falls?" Alaric asked me as he filled two more glasses. "Visiting Graves... starting a new life. Coming back to our home town," I replied, taking my new drink and sipping it.

"Your great grandparents graves?" I shook my head, putting on a sad face.

"My Niece's grave... she died when she was four." It was all lies. Which is what I found funny. Not that Tattia's death was funny, she was only 2 years younger than me, she died. I was 24 and Izzi fell to pieces.

"Hey let's not damper the mood... I'm having fun and my niece is happier now..." I smiled and finished the rest of my drink too.

I was lucky Damon and Stefan wouldn't recognise me. Mainly because well, Alaric was a Hunter, a Vampire Hunter, who came here to kill Damon for killing his wife, who funnily enough, was Elena's birth mother, my however many great niece.

And if Alaric would have the brothers to make sure I was human, then well, there's that. Plus Stefan is already suspicious because of my beauty. Only Vampires get this level of Natural beauty. Over an hour passed and I've been slowly acting more and more drunk, making my voice slur and my body uncoordinated.

I had just finished my final drink when Stefan came over, helping Alaric to take my arm and guide me out the bar. "Do you know where she lives?" Stefan asked.

Alaric shook his head. "Let's just get her to the Gilbert House and then we can see..." If my heart was beating it would have frozen. Because they would not only use Vervain. But compel me. Which meant I hope to God my little trick worked.

I was helped into the back of a car and rested there, where I closed my eyes and pretended I was sleeping, as I listened into their conversations.

"Stefan are you sure she's a Vampire." Alaric whispered and Stefan didn't reply, meaning he shook his head.