LOOKING AT ALL THE PAINTINGS AROUND HER, Rosie began to walk around the gallery. She was confused as to why she was in an art gallery as she wasn't a huge art fan but she quickly realised why she was when she noticed a man with curly hair sitting on one of the benches.
A small smile made its way onto her face as she walked towards him. She sat down beside him with her back to him.
"Hey, stranger." She greeted him as she looked at a painting which depicted children playing in a field.
"Hello, love." The man replied. "How have you been?"
"Not bad besides the fact I was briefly kidnapped."
"What?"
Rosie shook her head. "Never mind."
Just as the man was about to speak again, Rosie felt herself get pulled away.
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"Wakey, wakey, sunshine!" Damon smirked as he pulled her duvet off her half-naked body.
Rosie shrieked as she attempted to grab the duvet back from the onyx-haired man. Her legs kicked at the man, causing him to take hold of her legs and yank her down the bed.
"Assault! You are assaulting me!" Rosie screamed. "What is wrong with you, you psycho?"
"You didn't answer your phone when I called."
"Maybe I was just ignoring you."
Instead of replying, Damon lifted her and threw her over his shoulder. Rosie screeched and began to kick her legs again, attempting to free herself from his hold.
"We have a problem that requires a doppelganger and a cute little doggy."
"Are you going to sacrifice me?" Rosie retorted, still kicking her legs as Damon walked out of her bedroom and began to walk down the stairs. "If you are, make it quick and please let Stefan kill me. I want the attractive brother to kill me."
Rosie felt Damon swerve into a doorframe as he walked them through it, making her head hit the door and stop kicking.
"Ow! You dick!" The were-witch smacked Damon's back. "You couldn't have even let me get changed before you kidnapped me?"
"It's not kidnapping if I get your sister's permission and you look great."
"All I'm wearing is a t-shirt and my knickers."
"Exactly."
Rosie rolled her eyes as Damon opened her front door, walking them out of it before pulling the door shut behind them.
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WILDEST DREAMS, klaus mikaelson
Fanfici want to bloom in your arms like the moon blooms in the night's arms - alexandra vasiliu in which two lonely souls find each other NIKLAUS MIKAELSON X FEM!OC