AN: Okay, so, this is my first Fan Fiction. Don't be too hard on me. . It's also un-beta'd, as I did the editing all myself. If you have any suggestions, tell me, although I doubt I'll get any readers anyways. Anyways, if you do read this, please review, because this is my first one and I could really use some feedback! Thanks for reading!

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."

-Juliet, Romeo and Juliet, William Shakespeare.

Prologue

"Congratulations, the nurse said as she walked through the hospital room door. "You have a new, healthy baby girl!"

The mother looked over towards the nurse from her position in the hospital bed and her bright eyes fell on the little bundle in the nurses arms. She reached out eagerly towards her new daughter; her first child, the most important thing in the world to her right now. When the nurse placed the bundle in her arms, she brought the child gently to her chest in the embrace of a mother.

While the mother continued to caress the tiny bundle with her warm, loving eyes, the father just stared. The nurse, noticing his stare and expression of shock, began in a reassuring tone, "Oh, don't worry about that, it's just a minor protrusion of the skull. It's a harmless mutation, and won't affect…" The nurse drifted off as she noticed the man's sudden change of expression from speechless shock to fear. The nurse continued on, but any further information she gave was not absorbed as the man's thoughts began to rush back and forth and mind was too busy to comprehend anything she said.

Oh God, it can't be…

"…live relatively normal lives…"

How is this possible? Is it really?

"…pink hair and eyes tend to go with…"

Why? Why us?

"…recessive gene manifesting itself…"

Why our family?

The nurse continued to assure the father, but to no avail, because he now wasn't listening at all. None of it mattered. None of it at all. All that mattered was that he, with his very own eyes, filled with hatred, was staring. Staring at a child that wasn't human. Staring at a child with two small horns at the top of its head.

"You don't seriously think we can keep that thing, do you?" The man shouted at his wife, his fists clenched and his face slowly transitioning into the pale and shocked state it was in, into a red face, hot with rage.

"Yes John, I do," the woman said with clenched teeth as the tears welled up in her chocolate brown eyes.

"Do you know what that thing is?" He asked slowly, trying not to explode with pure rage.

"Yes, I do," the woman said slowly in between shuddering breaths.

"Then you sh—"

"But that won't stop me from loving her!" She interrupted loudly. "She's our daughter, John! We're supposed to love our daughter, not want to destroy her because she's a little different!"

"She is not just a little different!" John exploded at his wife, who was now holding her face in the palms of her hands. "That—that thing is not human!" He added as he indicated the object of their argument, sleeping in the crib behind them, her horns just poking out over the top of the blanket she was wrapped in.

"That thing is our daughter!" She growled as she now clutched the hospital bed sheets in her fists.

There was a silence, only broken by the occasional cry of an infant in a nearby room. "Victoria," the man finally addressed his wife. "We have to kill it. That thing is dangerous."

Victoria was in shock. When was the last time he had used her full name? He never called her Victoria. She was always his Tori. And how could he want to kill their daughter? How could he even think that she would want to do the same? It took her a minute to pull herself together before she finally uttered that fateful word: "No."

And with that, John left. His final words before he slammed the door behind himself were, "Well, I can't live with that thing, and if you'll live with it, then I can't live with you."

Tori then just stared at the ceiling in her hospital room, her mind blank. Nothing mattered. Nothing at all. There was nothing in this world worth living for. Except… Tori's eyes fell slowly to the crib in the corner where her daughter was crying, woken up by the argument. She pushed the call button and requested for the responding nurse to bring her daughter to her.

The nurse brought the crying infant to her mother's weak arms where she was cradled with such love and tender care. Tori gazed into those pink eyes and stroked the little wisp of pink hair on top of the baby's head. As she did this, she made a promise to her daughter. "I'll make sure that nobody rejects you ever again. I will love you for who you are and will give you a life as normal as possible."

"Will you be needing anything else?" the nurse asked with one hand on the doorhandle.

"No, Tori replied without tearing her eyes from her daughter. "I have all I need right here in my arms."

AN: So, how did you like it? Please review. I already have chapter one written out, I just need to type it up now. PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK! Thanks!