𝙸𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢

It seems unnatural being born together and dying apart.

Staring into his eyes, Rosalice watched like a hawk as he met with hers, his grip tightening more yet he held her in a gentle manner but to the outside view it looked like he was hurting her. Klaus compelled, "Obey my every command." Leaning down his lips pressing against her ear, his lips producing a sound quieter than a needle dropping onto a tile floor, whispering to her, "Read my mind, now."

Rosalice did just that, reading his mind. I need you to kill yourself after killing Gia.

Why? Klaus commands, "Follow me." And the two were in sync when walking. Rosalice left trailing the original hybrid steps, staring at him with an emotionless stare.

Dahlia doesn't know of your gift, she doesn't know your true heritage. Blind to the fact that you are half vampire, little cold one. I know you'll live but I need to show her that I am on her side.

Kill myself, so you gain her trust? Rosalice tried being indifferent watching as Dahlia held her first born son, cradling him in her arms as if he were hers. She wanted to lunge at him but refused her emotions and thought logically. Right now?

No, Klaus thought keeping his arm tightly wrapped around Rosalice's arm. Not now. Not yet. I need you to do it in front of Elijah right when I try choking you.

You want me to hurt your brother, my mate all for some plan?

Exactly.

Kill an innocent vampire. Turn myself, all to defeat her?

Yes. Rosalice's head turns towards Klaus, locking eyes as they stop right in front of a car. There has to be more to the plan.

Betray my family so I gain the trust of my evil aunt and save our children from her wretched hands and kill her once and for all. I think my plan is a very lovely, little cold one. Klaus stares at her emotionlessly.

My dad is going to kill you.

I am immortal, darling, I cannot be killed by lesser men.

Fitting that I kill lesser men.

Klaus smirks at the sound of that. The two of them side by side weaving their now shared plan on betraying everyone and yet trying to save everyone. All of this for the mere goal to take down a witch who came for what she bargained to her long ago. How many more times will they do this? Scheme and plan and hurt those close to them?

The Mikealsons had defeated Dahlia once and for all only to have Klaus hurt them all in the process. Causing Hayley to be under her wolf form for most the month and shift to her human form once a month on every full moon.

Elijah had taken the liberty of whisking his twins and the love of his life all the way to Alaska where her family was. Placing her body on the beautiful furnished bed that was meant only for Rosalice to sleep on. Sitting there besides her body, not too far and not too close.

Both Cullen and Denali had depressed looks when he brought her in.

The original had barely left the room in the beginning, the entire first day not until Jacob had entered the room, sitting right beside him. "Hey," Jacob greets, trying his best to be friendly but doing a poor job at it.

"You don't have to be in here," Elijah says, looking more dead than alive.

Jacob rolls his eyes, "I may not like you but that girl that I call sister does." Messing with the matching bracelet he had made for himself and the twins, lifting it up to Elijah's view. "This is yours." He states, dropping it into the original's hands. "Sal was supposed to give that to you."

Elijah lifts up the leather bracelet coated in a wet dog scent, staring at each charm left on it, a wolf howling, a peace sign, a small jingle bell and a casket. The corner of his lips turned upwards as he gestures to the bell, "Rosalice I'm betting."

Jacob smirks proudly, "You never know when she enters the room, it freaks me out." The shifter then gestures to the coffin, "I always guessed that Rosalice would have a vampire mate, it was our inside joke." Smiling closed lips. The two were staring at each other.

"I believe your daughter wants you." Elijah tells him.

Jacob shrugs his shoulders, "She has her great aunts, I got time." Standing up he looks at a lying Rosalice stilled, dead. A corpse. "Alice wants to share something with you."

"What?" Elijah lifts his head up to meet another pair of dark browns.

Jacob nods his head towards the doorway. "Alice had a vision, come on."

"I thought you all hated me."

Jacob tells him flatley, "Look dude this entire family had never liked you, I'll admit that, but since seeing and hearing Rosalice talk highly of you, some of us chose to ignore the fact that you're an original and killed thousands of people." Jacob didn't dare sugarcoat it. "We like you because Rosalice tells us things that are you. I hated Edward but I grew to like him."

"Because you had to."

"No, because I wanted to. Not because I had to." Jacob corrects. "I didn't do it for anyone but for myself. Because living with him and hating him wasn't something I can do for eternity, I don't know how Klaus does it, hating someone for so long."

Elijah rises from the ground, finally standing up, his body crying out in relief. "Time becomes a blur, months become weeks and weeks become days." Elijah said truthfully. "And Niklaus..." A sour taste fell on his lips, hating for what he had done to Rosalice, to the mother of his children, his own mate. So instead of saying anything further he plainly shook his head having a scowl placed on his own lips.

Jacob places a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it, "You're in this family now." Elijah stares into the eyes of a shifter, shocked by his words. "You can come here when you're done being a Mikealson for a day or a week." He smiles widely.

[Time Skip]

Screams and blood along with venom and the dead look in Rosalice's eyes all correlated with none other than death itself.

Death had grown somber living in a body that wasn't it wanting the thrill of a witch's creation to die by the hands of a woman that was known to kill her own kind, it had grown saddened noticing the lack of death as it was inside her, it had grown thirsty for more blood and its own name that it wanted her gone to succumb to what all fell into.

"Gia! Rosalice!" Rosalice walked out alongside an innocent vampire. Knowing what to do. Knowing what her mind was forced to do. She had to do it all for some sake that Dahlia would trust Klaus and he could save them. "Any last words before you meet your demise?" Klaus asks, dragging it farther than he was supposed, dramatics, a Mikealson trait.

Rosalice stared at Elijah, staring into his eyes noticing something inside them. Anger along with pain. And she felt bad for what would come, for what she had to do. She also felt bad for not going to Alaska to be with her sister who wanted her.

Gia was the only one to call out, "Elijah?" Scared for her life. Not ready to die. Out of the loop—as most were.

As for Rosalice she said with a sad smile. "I'm sorry." Apologizing for her next course of actions that would come to hurt Elijah.

Klaus rolls his eyes, slamming his brother against the railings once more. "Rosalice kill Gia, please." He commands.

Compulsion became of her mind as everything in her thinking process told her, screamed at her to do this. Kill an innocent vampire who did nothing against her. Who only helped in the long run of things. She felt her hands slip out the blade she hid, the blade she used against her own kind. Her eyes that held so much agony had become dead as she turned towards the woman. "Niklaus! Don't make her do this!" Elijah pleaded not wanting Rosalice to deal with innocent blood at her own hands. "Don't make her do this!" His screams fell on deaf ears. Pain littered her body, forcing herself to ignore it entirely.

Rosalice brought the blade out further, grasping the handle gripping it tightly under her own grip. Stepping towards Gia, she places a hand on her shoulder, her eyes meeting Gia's as they cry, shaking her head. Gia didn't want to die, she wanted to live. All of her thoughts that Rosalice purposely listened to all wanted was for her to live, to survive. So Rosalice did the one thing to bring comfort to the situation, speaking in her mind that she wasn't going to kill her, that she was only going to stab near the heart so it'll look like she died but in reality she'll live.

Only that wasn't the truth and they both knew it. Rosalice brought the tip of her blade just above her heart and struck. Sinking the blade in deep. A sharp finale inhale left Gia's lips as she stared down at Rosalice who stared back with death's cold eyes.

The Cullen woman watched as the life left her eyes burned brightly like a burning star only for it to be snuffed out by her. Settling Gia's dead body onto the ground. Rosalice yanks her blade out, breathing heavily.

Lifting her head up towards the brothers she only saw one looking down at her in saddened relief. Looking ready to go to her. But she knew what would come. Sending one last smile his way.

Hands wrapped around her throat cutting off all supply of oxygen. Gasping her own hand clawed at Klaus'. "You shouldn't have struck me with that blade Elijah!" Klaus screams like a madman, ever so dramatically.

"No no no No!" Elijah screams repeatedly.

Lifting up her other hand, Rosalice stabbed Klaus's hand, feeling the blade pierce her own skin and hit an artery. She was slightly annoyed with Klaus choking her.

Hissing and cursing in pain Klaus yanks his hands back to his side, taking several steps back looking down at his bloodied hands now annoyed that Rosalice stabbed him instead of only herself. Looking back up at the twenty-one year old that had blood spurting out of her neck. Grabbing the blade from his own hand he stabs her in the chest, near the heart, showing his own annoyance to her.

Elijah sped down to her grabbing her as she stumbled backwards pulling her into his arms. His temper is finally breaking. Rosalice stared up at him in her final moments of living a mortal life wanting to stare into his eyes as she breathed for the last time, as the world around her became dark as her mouth filled with blood. She closed her eyes feeling some sort of peace with death.

[Time Skip]

The Mikealson man headed into the living room, finger-combing his hair back but his own hair barely obeyed him to stay back. His brown eyes take in every single member of the family. Thirteen members were currently there not counting the twins or the shifters and Sarah. All one large big happy family that bickered and fought, that screamed and hugged. Is this what unconditional love looked like for all members? To love and not be guided by pettiness.

"Rosalie is the most petty out of all of us," Edward sat down on the couch pulling his wife into his lap. Elijah turns to him, staring at all the features that Rosalice had obtained from the man.

Rosalie scoffs, rolling her eyes, "Says the brooding prick."

Emmett laughs it roaring loudly throughout the entire house.  "Nice one babe."

Bella smiles at the original, patting the empty spot besides her.

Elijah takes a step towards her but Irina wraps her arms around him, shocking him. He stood there stiff but in the end returned the hug. Esme smiles softly, "Sorry Elijah we're a family of huggers."

"Rosalice doesn't normally hug," Elijah pulls away from Irina.

Emmett barks out, "Trust me Eli-boy she gets that from her daddy." Edward wacks him, only making him laugh harder.

Light tip taps came closing in the living room where everyone was present, The Mikealson brown hazel eyes took in the pixie cut vampire who had a smile made out of pure gold and diamonds. Skipping towards him, Seth teases, "Wow you seem to be famous here."

Emmett shakes his head, telling him, "We have a long way to go, my wolf-bud."

Alice clasps her hands behind her back just the way Rosalice would do when she knew the area well enough. A bright light in her eyes gleaming. "She'll be awake tomorrow." Alice informs the man.

Knitting his eyebrows, Elijah lifts his eyes to meet with the mind reader, quietly asking him what the woman in front of him meant. "The twins." Alice answers, reading the future, rewriting it to some degree.

The Mikealson's eyes widen in pure happiness, his lips parting and his mind smiled that she wasn't truly fully dead, that Klaus had missed her heart. She was going to turn. Rosalice was going to live and be a part of her children's lives.