Who. Rosalind Reilly, Rowan Reilly & Ashlyn Bledsoe What. Ros and Rowan ruining lives, you know how Originals do Where. The old Reilly plantation in Virginia, long since abandoned When. Forward dated to Friday night, June 8th 2012 Warnings. Torture and death. BUT NOT A PERMANENT ONE.
Ros hadn't stepped foot back in this place in decades. Being in the old Reilly plantation was like visiting a place only meant for ghosts. Ros didn't care for ghosts. Neither did Rebekah, and that was only one of the many things the two shared. Ghosts reminded them of the things they'd rather forget, like the person they used to be before they became more of a monster than a girl. There was nothing to be done, she was who she was now, but Ros certainly didn't appreciate the reminder. Unlucky, for Rowan's chosen target, that he'd decided on the location of the kill. It made her mood twice as volatile.
The entire place was covered in darkness. No lights had been turned on in order not to rouse suspicion. The only light in the main room was a few well placed candles surrounding the girl tied to the chair. Ros herself stood just inside the door frame, leaning her shoulder against the wood with her arms cross as she looked on at the scene coldly. Death didn't mean anything to her anymore, not after seeing a thousand years worth of it. The only deaths that could possibly affect her now were those of her own family's, and since that was unlikely, there was only this. Making monsters out of themselves and bringing death to everyone they meet.
A tiny, pathetic sound broke the silence in the room and Ros's ears perked up, finally moving from her place by the door as she heaved an exaggerated sigh. "Finally, you're awake. For a second there I was afraid we'd just have to do this the old fashioned way." The thin, pale figure of the thousand year old vampire slid into the room through the shadows and walked lazily over to their victim, bound and gagged in the middle of the room. Her piercing eyes searched for the girl's wide, frightened ones in the dark as she braced both hands on either arm rest and leaned in to get a good look at her. "I've never been much for old fashioned."