"How are you feeling?" Niklaus asked cupping the blonde's face. The taste of her blood still on his tongue.
"Me? Nothing happened to me. I'm fine." Rosalie stuttered, thrown off by the question. He almost died and now he was checking in on her. "How is Elena? Did she...?" She didn't even dare to say it out loud. She was sick of people dying around her.
"Elena isn't hurt. That was Katherine. She is probably all healed up by now and as far aways from here as possible." Rosalie gasped, she realised something was off with Elena. It all made sense now, seeing that it had been Katherine all along.
"It was pretty scary." Rosalie confessed, while Niklaus was pulling each of them a drink and this time with the good stuff. "You almost died, didn't you?."
"Yes." Niklaus sighed, remembering how close Damon had come to piercing his heart. He had a hole in his suit to prove it. He handed a glass filled with bourbon to the blonde girl. "But now Mikael is finally gone. And the one weapon that could kill me is destroyed."
"Why did your dad want to kill you?" Rosalie asked taking a sip.
"It's a long story. Family gets complicated when you live as long as we did. He never liked me much, but it became much worse when my mother turned us into vampires and I triggered my werewolf curse. He realised that I was the result of my mother's affair. See, when you turn into a vampire all your senses and emotions are heightened. So while he was cruel and jealous when he was a human. My father turned into an absolute monster, when he turned into a vampire. As punishment for my mother's adultery he murdered her and swore to slaughter me. He has been hunting me and my siblings for years. But now it's finally over." Rosalie was surprised to say the least. Never before had he been so open with her. She struggled to find the right words.
"You didn't deserve how he treated you." She reached out to touch his hand.
"Careful, love. One might be lead to think, that you care about me." The hybrid grinned at the girl.
"I think I do." She said looking at the glass in her hand. "I didn't want you to die."
The hybrid almost laughed at the irony. She was nothing but a weak human girl, he could kill her with a flick of his finger. But somehow she was worried about him, the immortal almighty hybrid. She slowly looked up, when he didn't respond. Her dark green eyes meeting his blue.
It was almost like he couldn't control it, like his body was on autopilot. But if he could, he wouldn't have changed a thing. His hands grabbed her body, pulling her towards him harshly. His lips connecting to hers abruptly. The last time they kissed it was soft and pure. This time it was filled with lust. She whimpered in surprise, but greedily kissed him back. Her hands pulling him even closer.
They crashed against the wall. His hands finally getting to know her body, while her hands were pulling his hair. His lips were wandering down her neck. When he got to her collarbone, he pulled away for a second. Taking a look at the now disappointed looking girl in his arms. "Are you sure about this, love?"
He didn't want to ask. He didn't want to give her a chance to change her mind about him. He wanted to take like he always did. But he couldn't. Not with her.
"I am." Her breath was heavy, as she longingly stared at the hybrid. He rushed them up the stairs stopping in the hallway to pull her to his lips again. Her hands went to his suit opening the jacket and pulling it off his body.
She was pulled away again, this time standing in one of the many guest rooms of the Lockwood mansion. She smiled shyly at the hybrid who was opening her dress. She was nervous about what she knew would happen next. But the lust inside of her that she never felt so intensively, pushing her towards the blonde man. She pulled off his tie and his shirt, leaving him shirtless. She gasped seeing the tattoos on his chest for the first time. Her hand slowly tracing the lines on his chest. Her fingers dancing over his warm and soft skin.
The hybrid grinned as he pulled down the zipper of her dress and watched the girl step out of the dress. His hand glided over her baby blue underwear and he sucked in a breath. Quickly her hands were pulling down his pants, before he rushed them to the bed.
"Do we need a condom?" Rosalie blushed asking the question. She didn't know much when it came to sex and her knowledge of vampire-hybrid sex was even smaller. The hybrid laughed.
"Don't worry, love. Vampires don't need those." He explained, looking at the girl laying underneath him.
Rosalie moaned with pleasure as the hybrid finally thrusted into her. Her hands pulling down his face for another heated kiss, as their hips moved in sync.
Sunlight woke the sleeping pair the next morning. Rosalie groaned and lifted her hand to shut out the sun. Her head hurt and she definitely wanted to sleep another hour or two. She started taking in her surroundings. The warm skin her head was resting on. The torso that slowly moved up and down with each breath and the steady heartbeat of the hybrid next to her. She blinked, the light hurting her eyes in the beginning, and looked up at the smug hybrid grinning at her.
"Good morning, love." Rosalie's hand touched her forehead.
"Good morning." She groaned. Sitting up she looked at the mess the two had made last night. There were clothes piling up everywhere. She blushed as she remembered what happened here last night.
"Are you excited?" Rosalie turned around to look at the hybrid. What was he talking about? "I did promise you, you could go home today, didn't I?"
Rosalie's eyes went big and the hybrid smiled at seeing her all excited. "When?"
"Whenever you want. Get dressed, then I'll drive you." Rosalie immediately climbed out of the bed, pulling the covers around her body. "Oh, come on now, love, it's nothing I haven't seen before." He grinned as he saw her cheeks turn red.
Covering herself up as good as possible, she left the room to go get her clothes from the day before. She had almost made it to the guest room, where her bag was still in, when she heard footsteps. Brown eyes look into hers.
"Morning, Rosalie." Tyler gave her a thin lipped smile. If she was blushing before, her face now resembled a tomato. She nodded towards the boy in the hallway and quickly pushed herself into the guest room.
