The Mikaelson Bloodline

Chapter 1

Rosalyn's POV

I think it had been about two months since Klaus took both me and Stefan and now we were running, on the hunt for Werewolves.

Things were okay. Klaus kept thinking of places to go where there were werewolves, I kept trying to point him in another direction, and Stefan, the bastard, kept correcting me.

We were lucky though, Klaus hadn't found any just yet, not that what he was planning would work anyway, he needs the Doppelganger blood and he believes Elena to be dead, I had to keep it that way and so did Stefan.

"K.. Klaus?"

We were In a hotel now, somewhere to rest for the night, I presumed we were planning to leave later this evening. "What is it Rosalyn?" He had taken to calling me Rosalyn, stated it suited me better than being Rose or Rosie. Again, I couldn't argue.

"Could we get some clothes please?" I hadn't asked for anything at all, unless it was water, or food, I just followed his orders, but I was feeling disgusting and dirty, no matter how many times I showered.

Klaus looked up from his book, Stefan off hunting somewhere, being his Ripper self once more. I had seen that side of him, and it wasn't pretty. I was standing by the closest Mirror, where bites could be seen on my wrists, neck and arms. He looked me over, seeing my white shirt stained with blood and my dark blue jeans covered with dirt and grime. "You're right... let's go get you some clothes..."

He Vamped up to me and I stumbled back, always forgetting he could do that and I couldn't. My heart was racing and I just wanted to go home, but alas, the mission was always first. It always came first.

Klaus grabbed my head gently, tilting it to one side and baring his fangs at me. "But first..."

I felt the sharp sudden sting of teeth embedding themselves into my neck before I could feel my blood drain from my body. I had never been more humiliated.

Stefan didn't remember that I was a Vampire, meaning my compulsion had worked all those months ago, which was in fact, the only bonus I had going for me at the moment. Klaus held me up as my knees gave way, and he pulled back, still holding me. "Thank you my dear,"

He bit his wrist and I took it, drinking his blood. It had become another routine, he spends a few days drinking from me, and the day my legs give out is the day he heals me of all my injuries and It starts all over again.

A few hours later, both Stefan and Klaus walked me into a shop, I had on Klaus' jacket to cover the blood stained shirt.

The women running the shop just watched on as I was allowed to look around at the clothes, picking out some tops and jeans something my size, before disappearing into the changing room, liking everything I picked because they all fit and felt comfortable.

Guess I didn't really care that they may feel uncomfortable. Everything had to be more comfortable than clothes you've spent a full two months in. I came out of the changing room, wearing a pair of Jeans and a Blue tank top but Klaus stopped me and put some things in my arms for me to try.

"Put these on."

I blinked a few times before he pushed me back into the changing room and shut the door. Sighing, I checked out what he gave me and realised he had picked out dresses for me.

I didn't want to wear a dress, I hated it. They were Horrible. I tried them all on, finding they did look good, I just wasn't a fan. I kept on the blue one, knowing that's why he gave them to me and just held the four other dresses, the jeans and shirt before heading out again.

"Now, you look like Rosalyn," he stated, looking over me before taking the clothes from me and going to the counter compelling the woman to put all the clothes into a bag and making sure we had all the tags removed. I had sort of shut off, made myself forget Izzi, to forget Jeremy. Because it hurt. Jeremy was dead, that was all I knew, and Izzi, oh I knew her heart would be breaking in two.