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FOUR DAYS LATER, Rosalie found herself in a warm mattress when she woke up, alone and confused. The four-poster, king-sized bed looked expensive and elegant. She slid off the edge of it, slipping from the black silk sheets. As quietly as she could, she left the enormous bedroom. After all this time, she still found the room to be unfamiliar, and she struggled to recall what had happened leading up to the moment.
The Monet tried to metaphorically trace her footsteps back, as she trudged through the halls she now recognised to be the Mikaelsons' mansion. Though it was dark, the moon cast a light that was enough for her to make out where everything was.
After a few minutes of wandering, she found a stunning terrace, which was overlooking the expansion of forestry below. When the brunette slid through the glass doors, she found that it was much brighter on the outside. It wasn't the night of a full moon, but it shone like it was.
Once she was close enough, Rosalie leaned over the ledge. The cool marble was cold on her elbows, and the chilly evening air made her shiver; yet she didn't make a move to leave.
Once Nik's self-proclaimed aunt left her apartment (but not before leaving a warning to give her what she wanted by the end of the week), a gruesome sight awaited them.
It was true that Nik had indeed smelled blood from somewhere in the house, and it came from Fiji in the kitchen. Once he thought it was safe enough, the hybrid explained what he perceived and asked Rosalie to stay in place while he surveyed the area. Too stunned to argue, she simply nodded.
He returned with a grave expression, and as kindly as he could, delivered the news that Fiji had been murdered. Rosalie was so shocked she couldn't recall how Nik had brought her straight to a bedroom back at the mansion, avoiding the curious gazes his siblings threw them. Rebekah eventually came up to help her get changed into a T-shirt and pajamas. It was only when the Monet was left alone that she started to sob, crying herself to sleep.
It's been four days, and everything still hurt.
A tear slid down her cheek at the memory of Fiji, the loyal companion she'd never see again. Rosalie exhaled, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay.
"Want to talk about it?"
The Monet jumped, startled at the voice. She glanced over her shoulder, finding him in a hoodie and sweatpants. "Right. You live here too."
The hybrid looked just as gorgeous in sweatpants as he did in a full tuxedo. Rosalie was quick to look away.
"I'm sorry to disappoint." Nik teased, gently, offering a small smile. The blond moved closer to her, until they were side-by-side.
Her hair was slightly ruffled, he noticed, hoping it was from sleeping well and not because she tossed and turned from nightmares.
The silence was heavy with all that was left unspoken. He knew there were things on her mind, and if she wanted to tell him, she'd do so on her own accord. Rosalie's been quiet in the days following Fiji's death, and the Mikaelsons made sure they never invaded her space or make her uncomfortable.
