The Petrova Bloodline

Chapter 8

Rosalyn's POV

Blinking against the harsh light of the fluorescents as they sat on the ceiling, I didn't know where I was, last thing I remembered was that I was being tortured. Slowly sitting up, I forced my body to remember, to understand what had happened to me.

I was in pain or at least it felt like it. I looked at my stomach, remembering being stabbed there, before I began to stumble for the mirror, seeing a bandage around my neck, was that to hide the burns?

My mind felt like a mess, all over the place.

Moving for the door, I stumbled my way out and down the stairs, knocking over a vase as I passed it because my legs gave out slightly. I was pale, my skin plastered in sweat, my hair attached to my face. I was not looking good.

I was also wearing my pyjamas, long trousers and a vest top on, which meant Izzi did find me, i was safe, but I wanted to feed. Making my way for the Park, I crossed the road, gripping my stomach where the wound was just in case.

Kids were playing, despite it being a little dark out, as well as people laughing and talking. Carefree. And I lost myself for a moment.

"Niklaus!" I yelled as he chased me around the Gardens by our small home. My sister Izabelah was looking after her little Tattia, who had hurt herself while playing.

"I'll catch you Rosalyn!" Screaming happily I kept trying to evade him, until he caught me by the beautiful Black Magick Roses Izzi grew, using them to keep her Magick strongest in the village.

He hugged me to him and I squealed happily before he spoke. "I got you!" We both laughed before running back for Izzi, when we heard her calling us for dinner. She was the best big sister, she did everything for both me and for the Mikaelson's, seeing as Esther was always busy.

My mind came back and I found myself in Mystic Falls Grill, stumbling as I exerted more energy. Glancing around, I tried to remember where I was, I forced my way through the crowd in here and back outside, back to where there was air.

"Niklaus!" I yelled as I began to run towards him. "I saw them," Grabbing his arms I smiled. "I watched the Wolves change!" His expression dropped to fear as he pulled me away.

"Rosalyn, you shouldn't have..." He sound terrified, probably thinking of what his father had told him. Mikael always seemed a little too interested in Izabelah for my liking.

"But Niklaus, they're kind, they smelled me and they were fine." I exclaimed, trying to convince him it was okay. "I'll take you next time!"

Lost. I really was. Every time a memory finished I was somewhere else. I felt ready to collapse, a small piece of paper in my hand, where it came from was beyond me.

I kept wondering around, my body slowly and slowly breaking down until I felt like I was working on fumes. Someone saw me as I stumbled around into the forest. Just wanting to go home again.

"Mother!" I called as I clutched my arm, I was in pure agony, my entire body burning as tears flooded down my face and sobs shook my body. "Izabelah!"

I called for anyone who would answer me. Izzi came running out and saw me quickly rushing over.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" She kept trying to get me to speak, my breathing hard. "Where is Niklaus, you were playing with him the last I saw of you, was it his father?" Luckily for once it hadn't been, for there had been a show down between her and Mikael one too many times now, and she was getting close to killing him.

"W.. we were... p.. playing..." I managed to stutter out, my arm twisted and definitely not in the right place. "I fell out... t.. the.. tree... N.. Nik... Niklaus... t... too."