The Petrova Bloodline

Chapter 10

Rosalyn's POV

Things had become a little bit hectic. But I had to continue what I was doing. The Salvatore's were around more and more and I had to keep pretending to be human.

Which was so fucking horrible when you're getting hungry.

"Hey, I'm heading off to work Issi!" I grabbed my bag by the till, calling out to the shop where the three were talking. Yet again.

"See ya later!"

Wondering out and down the street, I rubbed my head. Everyone had been secretive around me, but Izzi, which was a bonus, so it was horrible in all but that sense.

It was a near enough half day today at the High School, what with the preparations for the 60's dance and all that.

Letting off a huff of air I moved into the School, pausing when I could see Alaric standing by his Car, talking to Isobel. Oh this had to be good.

I jogged over. "Alaric, hey. Sorry to interrupt." I gave a small laugh as I apologised. "I just wondered if you needed help with anything. I heard you had the preparations, everything for the Dance?"

Alaric nodded and turned to Isobel who had finished what she was saying before I came up to them.

"I loved you so much," I sensed someone behind me as she spoke and as I turned hands were around either side of my face but not touching and sending a stabbing through my head.

"He's all yours."

I hit the ground halfway in the road before I heard Alaric scream in pain too and my vision darkened as I crumbled into an unconscious state.

"Please look after her Damon," Izzi said as I climbed up onto a horse. She was beautiful, with her Golden mane and her bronze in colour fur along her body and Mother had always said I was a natural born Rider.

"She doesn't speak much does she?" I watched Izzi as she spoke to the man she loved. Not that she admitted it of course. Our Job was more Important.

"I'm afraid not," she took Damon's hand and smiled at him. "She had a traumatic incident, which is why we came here. Because she was there when she witnessed the murder..." Izzi trailed off and I gave her a short nod, telling her to continue.

"She fears if she talks to someone, it will bring back those memories, sending her further into the darkness that has enveloped her mind. So she will only Speak with me."

Damon looked around at me and I averted my eyes, knowing Izzi was telling the truth. I was afraid that if I spoke to someone I would grow hungry and change. I had witnessed the murder of many people. And it was my fault. I killed them all because of a stupid bar fight.

I lost control of my blood lust, and I let it take over, which resulted in me killing over 50 people in that one night alone.

I didn't want it to happen again. Not to innocent people.I can kill Vampires. I can kill the doppelganger when I needed to, but innocent people. I just couldn't.

Damon approached me after he finished speaking with my sister before climbing up onto his own Horse, a black stallion I had seen him ride out with my sister a few nights previous. Such a Gorgeous beauty.

"Miss Harrow, how good are you at this?" I looked up at him slightly and gave a large smile, knowing what he was suggesting.

"How about a Race to the Falls?" I nodded my head and grabbed the reins, bowing my head at him slightly.

"Count of three, ready?"

"One, two..."

"Three!"