𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜

    Psychopaths love being called psychopaths. Sociopaths were merely the opposites when being called what they truly are. As one could care less of what they're called.

    Stopping at a gas station. Rosalice slips out of the car. Cami instantly speaks for the first time after everything that had come to happen, "What are you doing? Where are you going?" Rosalice places her second blade on the console, replacing her hand with coins.

    Barely could she speak, in the moment she needed to call someone who knew better, who had deadly plans, who could think outside of the box and manage to kill those that wanted him dead. She needed to call Klaus Mikealson.

    Rosalice slips out of the car, slamming the car door shut leaving Cami to calm down a crying Hope. Rushing towards a pay phone, she slips the coins into her fingers grasps. The hair on her neck stood tall sending shivers down her spine. Her mind reeling with thoughts of turning to her gift.

    Closing her eyes, she purposely allows the coins to leave her grip, hearing light clinking noises cluttering the ground. "Shit!" She acted, lowering herself to the ground, her hands picking up each coin painfully slow. One hand slipped towards her ankle hidden by combat boots, grasping a hold of another blade. Hearing as her senses scream at her, Rosalice rises from the ground, twisting her body immediately and throwing the blade towards the person that dared to sneak up on her.

    Catching the blade just before it could embed into his chest, smirking proudly. "Who taught you to throw like that?" Elijah asks.

    Rosalice relaxes instantly, hearing his voice, staring at him, taking in his current look. His clothes burnt and had holes in many different places covered entirely in ash. "Elijah." She says, emphasizing his name. It felt good to say his name the way she did. A way that she knew he wasn't at all in any danger, that she could trust whatever was held in his hazel brown eyes.

    Holding out an arm, he nods towards the car, "We best should get going."

    Rosalice climbs into the driver seat, Cami breathes in relief when noticing the original. Elijah climbs into the back of the minivan. Rosalice didn't wait until Elijah got buckled up; she simply drove out of there.

    "What the hell happened back there?" Cami asks, impatiently, used to Rosalice's driving.

    Elijah glances as everything becomes a blur, dark buildings nowhere to be seen. "Finn found us." He states. "I handled it perfectly well."

    "By blowing up the safe house!" Cami hisses.

    Elijah only smiles, "Finn much like me is incessant on coming back from the dead." Looking down at his sleeping children. "He just doesn't stop after being staked with the white oak."

    Rosalice stomps her foot against the break, Cami gasps out when everything comes to a stop, "What was that for?"

    Elijah looks out of the windshield noticing two vampires standing there with a hardened face. "Who are they?" He couldn't help but to ask, curious.

    Rosalice tilts her head, "Stay in the car." She tells the two, grabbing the blade from the console and slipping it under her sleeve. She steps out of the car watching the two vampires noticing who they were immediately.

    Both standing above the six foot range one taking three the other taking seven inches. Both with black hair and bright red crimson eyes that look to be the smooth sweet liquid they drank. One with an olive complexion with a chalky pallor, muscular body, and short cropped hair. Yet the other only contained olive pale skin, longer hair that reached to his shoulders.

    "Long time no see boys." Rosalice greets getting around the hood of her car, standing a couple of feet away from them. "How's Italy treating you? Fine I hope."

    Dementri remains quiet, a natural glare to his features. The tracker between the two.

    Felix however speaks up, "Rosalice Jasmett Cullen." His lips curl into a snarl, "Aro isn't too pleased with your affairs with the original and his family."

    Rosalice shrugs her shoulders, "Well Aro can go cry me a river for all I care."

    "I was expecting crude language coming from you."

    "Oh, were you now?" Rosalice lips pulled into a smirk. "Well I'm a mother now, I must keep it PG, you know."

    Dementri takes an unneeded breath, sighing heavily, clearly bored with this conversation already. Felix returns to the circumstances they originally came for with Rosalice Jasmett Cullen. Slipping something from his tad lighter coat compared to Dementri, revealing an envelope, a letter with her name written in Aro's hand writing.

    "You should tell that master of yours that talking is a thing in the mortal world."

    Felix hums out, "Aro is a very busy man."

    "Doing what? His wife?" Rosalice continues to smirk. "You two wouldn't know that would you?"

    Felix hisses, baring his fangs as Dementri remains calm and collected, grasping the envelope he takes a couple of steps towards Rosalice and dropping it into her hands. "I do apologize to cut our meeting short, but we have places to be, people to feed from." A devilish smile appearing his lips. "May immortality become of you Miss Cullen." Turning around he begins walking away. Felix follows a step after him, the two becoming blurs, speeding away into the night under the stars.

    Standing there for a moment longer, feeling staring at the envelope in her hands weighing it. To her it felt heavy, drenched in unspeakable horror twisted with its natural wild nature.

    Moving to the driver's seat, she stares at it before tearing it open. Pulling out a handwritten letter, hearing as Cami asks, "Who were they?"

    Rosalice doesn't answer, taking in the words meant for her, forcing herself to read.

Dear, Miss Cullen

I am heavily disappointed in your recent affairs with another species of vampires but alas that is not why I'm writing this letter to you. I write to you to see when you complete the change as we agreed upon. I've allowed for you to spend a couple of more years as a mere mortal; now it is time for you to change and see me as soon as possible. Or there will be consequences.

Sincerely, Aro

    Rolling down her window, she crumbles the letter and tosses it out, rolling it back she keeps looking forward. "Those two?" She hums out. "Felix and Demetri from the Volturi coven."

    "And why did they stop us?" Cami asks with a raised eyebrow.

    Rosalice presses her foot on the gas, never answering.

[Time Skip]

    Cami held Hope in her arms as the first born Mikealson from the second generation plays with Sage as Salem settles in his father's arm with his head laying on Elijah's shoulders.

    Hayley's eyes widens when she notices her daughter when entering the room with her soon to be husband and baby daddy. "You brought them here? Finn could be anywhere!" She expresses loudly.

    Klaus assures, "I've taken precautions. There'll be no uninvited guests at your wedding." Rosalice and Elijah gives each other a knowing look. "And after, your wolves will be the first line of defense to this home. No more running, Queen." Klaus smiles at her and gestures towards their daughter.

    Hayley moves towards her daughter, taking her out of Cami's arms. Hope coos and babbling happily when in her mother's arms, Hayley giggling contently. Looking towards her fiance, she introduces the two, "Hope, this is Jackson. Jackson, this is Hope."

    The werewolf smiles instantly going to Hayley's side, lifting out a hand Hope takes a hold of his finger, clutching it tightly cooing at him also. Hayley smiles widely at the man besides her.

[Time Skip]

    Rosalice looks at herself in the mirror at a dress Leah had come to pick out, it was black and mermaid style. Tight and snug. The very top just above her breasts were cut revealing a thin layer of lace revealing her pale skin. Frowning, she stares at herself longer than intended. Any color she wore, even shades, it all seemed to simply pop for her.

    Sighing she turns to her twins who both sat on the floor cuddling with their teddy bears, happily content. Rosalice moves towards them having yet put on her high heels. "Oh god I can imagine Alice right now." She settles on the ground. "Going all crazy and all out," Smiling softly. "I'll probably let her plan my wedding."

    "She's not picking your dress." Elijah states, leaning on the doorway dressed in his suit the only difference was that he had an untied bowtie hanging from his neck. "That you must pick out."

    "Asking for my hand in marriage?" Rosalice asks, a bit teasingly. Standing up she dusts off her legs.

    Shaking his head, he states, "I'll wait until I have your parents and sister's blessing."

    Moving towards him, Rosalice hums out, "Old school." Her lips pulled into a smile. "My dad will appreciate that." She begins tying the bowtie. The original moves her hair tucking it behind her ear. "What are you doing?"

    "Keeping your hair out of your face."

    "Or are you trying to be smooth and cup my face so you can kiss me?" Rosalice raises an eyebrow, finishing the tie with ease. Smoothing out his jacket.

    Elijah couldn't help but to smirk. "Perhaps," He murmurs. Lowering his head, she tilts upwards their lips brushing before she pulls away fully looking over at their twins. Frowning he looks at his twins as well, watching as they hugged their teddy bears to the death. "We make cute babies." He says, grasping her waist and squeezing, he places a kiss on her temple.

    "We do." Rosalice agrees.

[Time Skip]

    Rosalice was there for the entire wedding watching and supporting Hayley and Jackson. Taking in everyone's features. Watching as Mary spoke to everyone and officiated the two. Watching as gold eyes flashed and filled everywhere. Listened to their vows. Heard as Klaus reintroduce Hope into the world along with her and the twins stating it was meant for new beginnings and this is where it all started.

    But with all happy things, despair comes over and takes everything in its grasp watching from the sidelines as Kol laid there dying, Davina crying her heart out trying different spells.

    Rosalice didn't cry, didn't feel the need to. She never cried when someone died. It unfazed her. But then again she hadn't had anyone close to her died quite yet.

    Hearing as he coughed and wheezed, Rosalice held Elijah's hand as he stood there with an unreadable look but she knew she didn't have to read his mind that he was sad, depressed not wanting to have his own brother, flesh and blood die.

    "All my life, all I ever wanted was for you lot to care about me," said Kol.

    Rebekah cries out, "Kol, listen to me. You don't have long. You're going to die." Rosalice notices Klaus struggling to hold back his tears. "But you will die a witch, and we will consecrate your body. You will join the ancestors of the French Quarter, and those spirits can be brought back. And, I promise you, brother, I will not leave this body until I find a way to bring you home." She promises.

    Kol smiles at his sister. Davina, finishing her spell, crawls towards Kol handing a necklace she held tightly, frantic as tears fell down her face. "I tried a different spell."

    Kol takes her hand, squeezing it, tightly as he can. "It's okay," he says softly, lowly. "I'm not scared.

    Davina tries her best to smile at him through her tears, Kol smiling and letting out one last laugh before the curse from Finn overtakes him, killing him once again. Dying in Rebekah's arms. The young harvest girl breaks down cradling his body in her arms, sobbing over his body.

    The Mikealsons cried freely allowing their emotions to run wild and free. Rosalice slips her hand from his hold and wraps her arms around Elijah allowing him to cry into her shoulder, rubbing his back. She doesn't dare shush him, doesn't dare to calm him. She only tries her best to comfort him. Reaching out she grabs a hold of Klaus' hand squeezing it.

    The original hybrid looks at her shocked, staring at her, processing her actions. Looking down at their connected hands he doesn't dare move feeling as she squeezes and rubs what was meant to be soothing circles into the back of his hand. Clenching his jaw, he doesn't dare let anymore tears fall at the small gesture, keeping his mind clear or trying to. But in this moment all he wanted to do was cry as hard as he could and be comforted by someone who actually cared about him.