Rose {z.m}

Chapter Three; You may come in

The drive was silent. I refused to sit in the front seat and ignored his attempts at small talk the whole ride. 

We ended up back at the airport. It was around 9:30 pm at that time, taking the next flight out to London, England.

We sat first class, Zayn was his name, compelled his way through everything.

I sat with my headphones in the entire time, staring blankly out the window. 

We arrived in London the next day, a car ready to pick us up promptly.

I didn't speak during that car ride either, which was a very long one I might add.

It felt as if we were driving in the middle of nowhere for ages.

I hadn't seen another house for about half an hour.

"We're home." The man said, smiling as if I was excited to be here.

We began to pull through cast iron gates and then up a very long driveway up a hill.

Then it appeared. He lived in a mansion. 

It was absolutely beautiful.

"You live here?" I asked in awe. I couldn't imagine living in something that huge on my own. 

Id be lonely. 

He laughed, nodding his head. 

The driver parked the car and opened the door, allowing me to step out. He also insisted on carrying my bags- which I felt weird about.

Then again I felt weird about this whole situation.

Weird was the wrong word to describe this.

"Im Zayn. In case you didn't know." He held open the door. "You may come in."

I stepped inside and immediately became overwhelmed. 

It was the most exquisite home I had ever been in.

There was two beautiful staircases in the main entry, with a gorgeous chandelier hanging above my head. 

"Harry, would you please place Mrs. Salvatore's things in her room?" Zayn asked the driver-Harry.

He nodded, quickly walking down the large hallway and into the basement.

"You're keeping me in the basement? What am I going to be locked up too?" I asked horrified. 

"You have a normal room Rose. Id say better then normal." He chuckled. 

"None of this is funny." 

"Would you like a tour?" He asked.

I didn't respond.

"Well." He sighed, stepping in the direction of the dining room, intending for me to follow.

"This is where we eat when we have guests- important guests."

"If not, we have a smaller table in the kitchen, also equipped with a cook." He continued.

Speaking of hungry. What about blood?

"Louis!" Zayn called.

A man approaching us from the kitchen in what seemed to be a chefs uniform came holding two glasses filled with blood.

"I forgot you could read my thoughts." I smiled at Louis, not acknowledging Zayn.

"One of the many perks of being an original."

"Its an invasion of privacy."

He chucked and rolled his eyes. "What kind of Vampire are you?"

He then continued to show me the living room that was also for important guests, his office which I was forbidden to go in. 

"Serious consequences." He smirked.

The kitchen was absolutely beautiful, I must admit.

"I think you'll like to spend your morning here." He motioned towards the sitting are near the kitchen. There was many windows letting the sunlight in.

I didn't say anything in response.

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After touring the rest of his home, which honestly was very elegant. 

It had character and class.

It was beautiful and put together. 

It just didn't feel lived in.

"Time to show you your room." He smiled, leading me into the basement. 

I followed hesitantly.

It was actually quite nice. 

There was a movie room-which I was surprised about.

"I never go in there, but you are welcomed too."

We walked down a narrow hallway that I assumed led to a bedroom. 

It was beautiful. A large bed placed in the middle, a dresser and even a vanity.

"Theres a closet filled with extra clothes, and Im positive the washroom has everything you'll need?"

"How long am I staying here?"

He turned to face me, looking annoyed. "As long as I need you."

And with that he walked out and went upstairs, leaving me alone, in his basement.

I sighed, picking up my things and placing my bags on the bed.

I felt pretty ridiculous, as if I was supposed to 'unpack' my belongings and 'make myself at home'.

I pulled out my journal, feeling extremely lonely in this moment.

I flipped through the pages of photos, drawings, poems and notes.

I brought this journal everywhere with me, Im not sure why, because I was never the person to write in something every single day.

Streaks, maybe a few days in a row. 

Thats just how I was.

After my father passed away, I taped in a bunch of old photos into the pages.

Ones with him, my mother and even some with my brothers.

But one stood out in particular, a good memory.

It was my Mother's Christmas party for her job at the time, it was three years ago, I was sixteen.

My father was out doing 'business' he liked to call it, but myself, Stefan and Damon still went.

One of my Mother's coworkers had a son, who I had some sort of a crush on you could say.

Every year I would try to talk to him but get too nervous.

This one time in particular, he actually came up to me and complimented my dress. Before I could answer, Damon had scared him off before I had the opportunity.

"She's way  to complex for you, dude." He gave Damon a confused look while coming to the conclusion  I  was the weird girl with even weirder  brothers.

I was so embarrassed, but Mother thought it was the funniest thing.

She also thought it was the perfect opportunity for a photo.

You can see the famous smirk Damon had on his face.

In this moment, I began to cry. 

"Im doing this for them." I sighed.