Rebekah was not on good terms with her brothers.

After Nik found out about her betrayal against him with Marcel, he had sent her away, and she gladly took that option over the threat of a dagger, even if she had to leave Marcel behind. She loved the vampire, but she knew that he would never really leave New Orleans behind him to be with her, which meant that she was alone, just like she had always wanted.

It was a strange feeling, finally being free from her brother. She didn't have to look over her shoulder or walk around eggshells just so that she'd live in the next century without a dagger in her heart. She was free, but she just now realized how lonely freedom really was.

Her whole life, she was surrounded by family. Her brothers, mostly Nik, were always there for her, no matter the situation she had managed to get herself into. Elijah had always given her a shoulder to cry on. Kol had always made her smile and laugh, even if he was annoying most of the time. And though she had not seen Finn in ages, he had always given her somewhat good advice. Her family had always been there for her.

And now, she was on her own.

The first thing that she did when she left New Orleans was to get a house. She needed a place to stay, after all, and she chose none other than Colorado as a place to live. Something about a lot of land and a large house in the mountains made Rebekah smile.

The house was everything she had dreamed about as a child. There was a large fence surrounding the perimeter of the place and the house itself was painted a nice yellow color, light enough that it didn't look terrible. There was a wrap-around porch with a small swing that swayed in the wind, and the inside had a nice open concept so she could see into all of the rooms if need be.

The house was an adequate size for her, possibly too big but compared to the homes that Nik bought, it was tiny. It had five bedrooms and three bathrooms, along with a nice sized library and kitchen. The house's design was nice, and the main theme color of the decorations, such as couches and picture frames, was a nice turquoise and grey color. They looked excellent together, especially nice against the wood floors.

The backyard stretched for practically miles, the house sitting on 10 acres of land. Just outside of her property was the main town of Estes Park, with nice shops and places to explore. The town was very laid back, and Rebekah loved it.

She was sitting outside, on the porch, reading a book and listening to the birds chirping around her when she heard her TV inside. Before, it was playing just a simple music channel, but now, an emergency was taking over the channel. Rebekah's eyebrows furrowed together, her eyes glancing up from the book as she stood up. She tucked the book under one of her arms as she entered the opened door, making her way to the TV.

The picture showed some kind of reporter, a woman with dark hair and eyes, looking very worried. She sat on a desk, and was obviously reading from something behind the camera.

Rebekah, wearing some skinny jeans and a white sweater, tilted her head in interest, sitting down on the grey couch.

"We pardon the interruption to bring you breaking news," the woman said with worry before continuing. "We are advising everyone to stay indoors tonight, for there has been another killing a mile away from Estes Park. The victim was drained of blood, similar to the previous victims, and was dropped from a tree. Police believe these killings to be the cause of an animal, but they give caution to stay inside, just in case."

Rebekah narrowed her eyes, muttering slightly, "Bloody hell."

Leave it to Rebekah Mikaelson to move to the only place with an active vampire in town. It was obvious by what the reporter said that they were dealing with a vampire, possibly just recently turned because of the sloppiness, but Rebekah was not going to stand for it. She did not want to get run out of town because a vampire couldn't keep their hunger sedated.

So, rolling her eyes in exasperation, she grabbed her coat, getting ready to hunt down a vampire.

She grabbed a syringe of vervain she had for this exact situation, knowing that her luck wasn't the best, and set out of her house, slipping the black coat on before flashing to where the reporter had been saying the murders were centered around. It was a ten mile radius just outside Estes Park, and Rebekah cut through the forest around her home so she wouldn't have to go through the actual town. She was already on the edge of Estes Park so it wouldn't take too long to track the vampire down.

It was really more of a chore if Rebekah was being honest. She didn't care that much that it was taking time out of her schedule, only that it happened in the first place. It was like realizing that a fly was in her house. It wasn't that big of a deal, but she had to kill it anyway, which was very annoying.

Soon enough though, she caught a scent. She thought, at first, that it might be the vampire, and it was, but there was something else.

Blood.

A lot of it.

Rebekah followed the scent, flashing to the right instead of remaining straight. She was fast, since she was an Original, so it didn't take long to find the end of the trail.

She stopped in front of a house, but it was barely even that. The walls were almost crumpling in on itself and the brick from the exterior was missing in many places. It also didn't help that there was a swampy moat to the right of the house, which made the place almost exactly like the bayou in New Orleans. Rebekah scrunched her nose up in distaste.

"Great," she grumbled with her British accent, sighing before approaching the house. The trees around her were dark, the sun having set a little while ago. But she wasn't scared. She was an Original for God's sake.

She managed to keep her very expensive shoes out of any puddles of mud, which she was happy about, but she had reached the door, which meant that she had to be serious now. She didn't want this to take more time than it had to.

Slowly, she pushed open the door with a single, pale hand, the vervain syringe in her pocket only as a last resort. Rebekah didn't think that she'd need it, especially since this vampire seemed like a baby one at that.

The inside of the house was worse than the exterior, which Rebekah didn't think possible. There was furniture here and there, but most of it was upturned and torn apart. The walls were decayed, and there was a hole in the roof, the floor stained underneath it from snow and rain and such. But worse of all was the smell.

Rebekah coughed when she smelt the vile scent. It was the worst thing she had ever smelt before, and as a thousand year old vampire, that was saying something. It was like a mixture between very strong body order and decaying bodies, even worse than that. Rebekah had to bring her shirt up to cover her nose and mouth because it was so bad.

She continued on, her eyes narrowed as she looked into the darkness. The house wasn't too big, possibly only two bedrooms and one bathroom, so she knew that it wouldn't take too long to find the vampire.

She took a few steps into the home, cringing at how terrible shape it was in. The house creaked at her footsteps on the ruined floors, but only a few steps in, her foot hit something on the ground. She looked down only to groan in annoyance.

The body looked a few weeks old, with skin that peeled off in some places. The guy looked horrified before he died, wearing a suit for some sort of occasion. Rebekah could see the obvious wound on his neck, the blood dried and looking like black ichor.

She continued on, hearing something in the very back room. There were multiple bodies surrounding her as she stepped over them, hearing a sort of slurping sound. Rebekah could only assume that the vampire was feeding again, especially because the smell of fresh blood surrounded the room.

The place got so dark that Rebekah had to take her phone out, pulling the flashlight up and spreading light on the situation. The door was closed, but she knew that the vampire was on the other side of it.

She opened the door and held her phone out, giving her a clear view.

There was a vampire crouched onto a man in a police uniform, and even though the man was drained dry, the vampire continued to suck on his neck, trying to get more. The moment that the light shined on it though, the vampire whirled around, fangs bared.

Before Rebekah could react, the vampire had flashed to the wall, Rebekah blocking the only exit, for the windows were boarded up. It was obviously cornered, and it flashed its fangs again, hissing at Rebekah and trying to intimidate her.

The only thing that Rebekah could focus on was not how violent the vampire was acting, but who the vampire was.

It was a girl.

A child.

Rebekah's blue eyes widened and she let her hand holding up the shirt to her face fall down to her side. Her mouth opened slightly in shock at the sight before her, shaking her head back and forth slightly.

"It's impossible," Rebekah breathed, not believing what was clearly there, right in front of her.

The girl couldn't be older than 8, her blonde hair in tangles around her face as she hissed again, her hands like claws on the wall behind her. Her eyes were blood red, surrounding her already dark eyes with black veins. Her pale skin was dirty with dirt and blood, her fingers practically covered in it, and her lips were stained from the man she had just killed.

Not only that, but the child's hands, no, fingers, were like claws. The nails were abnormally long and sharpened to a point, which was very strange to Rebekah. She had two sets of fangs as well.

Which was, well, impossible.

It couldn't be possible, it just couldn't. Rebekah had never, in all of her years, stumbled upon a child vampire. It just didn't happen. She had learned long ago that children's bodies couldn't handle the transition, and died before becoming a vampire. Obviously, that wasn't 100% true because the girl in front of her was the vampire that had been killing people around Estes Park. She was the murderer that the police were looking for.

Rebekah was appalled by whoever would do something like this. She couldn't imagine what the child had gone through, because the house was obviously only lived in by herself. That meant that there was a probability that someone had not helped her through her transition. She had done it by herself.

Rebekah came back to her senses as she saw the girl's eyes flickering back and forth, her fangs still bared as she tried to look for a way out. For some reason, an emotion entered Rebekah's very soul at seeing the girl so cornered and animalistic. She held her hand out in caution, her other hand still holding her phone.

"It's alright," she said softly, trying to calm the girl down. It didn't really work that well.

The girl hissed again with both of her fangs showing, but she didn't move. Rebekah was still blocking the door.

"No, it's okay," Rebekah repeated, showing her own fangs and veins underneath her eyes. "I'm like you, see?"

The girl hesitated as she stared at Rebekah's face, which was identical to her own, minus the extra pair of white fangs that Rebekah had many questions about. She obviously didn't know that there were others like herself, for her head tilted to the side, exactly like an animal who had seen something odd.

"It's alright," Rebekah continued, keeping her vampire features on her face to assure the girl.

Slowly, the girl lowered herself to the ground, on her hands and feet, her vampire features still prominent as well. She didn't trust Rebekah just yet.

But, the blonde child crawled forward just a little, and Rebekah bent down onto her knees to make the girl more comfortable. She really hoped that her jeans didn't get ruined because of this, but she wasn't really thinking of that. She was too focused on the girl's actions.

She seemed to move like a dog almost, possibly having seen a dog and copying its actions. But she also moved like a monkey. She placed her hands in between her legs and moved one foot forward at a time. She slowly approached Rebekah, stepping over the dead man's body as if it was just a stain. And to her, it probably was. She didn't have any body there to tell her that you weren't supposed to kill every single person you fed off of.

The girl was now in reaching distance from Rebekah, and she did reach out. Her pale fingers, no longer having the long nails she had before and stained with blood, reached out to lightly skim against the veins underneath Rebekah's eyes. The girl could feel that they were like her own.

Knowing that Rebekah was like her, she sat back on her butt, tilting her head slightly. She was curious, but she was no longer afraid of the Original, which was a good sign. Her vampire features disappeared and Rebekah's did as well.

"Hi," Rebekah said softly, but the girl only tilted her head, looking like she didn't understand. Rebekah tried to speak again. "What's your name?"

But, all the child did was tilt her head in the opposite direction, seeming confused by the words coming out of Rebekah's mouth. She, obviously, did not understand what the older woman was saying and Rebekah knew that that would make this situation a lot more harder than it already was.

If she couldn't communicate, that meant that she had gone without parents or any human contact for quite some time. It was possible she was able to speak before she became a vampire, but Rebekah didn't know for sure. She could already tell that she would have to get a witch to look into the girl's past.

Seeing the girl confused again, Rebekah sighed. "Great," she muttered before looking at the child again, her eyes wide as she made a motion to the girl.

"Who are you?" she asked slowly, pressing her pale hand to the girl's chest. The child was wearing what looked like a brown bag, but it could've resembled a white dress long ago. It had been horribly ruined by stains of dirt and blood, and it look torn in some places as well. It reached to just above her ankles and showed her bare feet.

The girl, noticing that Rebekah wanted something from her, repeated the motion that Rebekah just did. She curled her hand and touched her chest, blinking at Rebekah, who was nodding.

"Yes," she said, touching her own chest. "I'm Rebekah. Who are you?"

Upon hearing a name, the girl seemed to understand. Very slowly, as if she had forgotten how to form words, she sounded out her name, touching her hand to her chest to symbolize that she was speaking of herself.

"Rosie."

The word was garbled and scratchy, and Rebekah could only assume that she hadn't spoken in quite a long time. That only made Rebekah more anxious to get the girl somewhere safe, seeing as she obviously needed some help.

Before Rebekah could react to the name, the girl got to her hands and feet and bounded over to a pile of terrible looking pillows that could represent a make-shift bed. She picked something up and returned to he spot as before, now holding a teddy bear.

The stuffed animal was in rough shape, which only added to Rebekah's assumptions that the girl had been on her own for quite some time. The bear had brown "fur" that was even dirtier in some places, with a ruffled, blue collar around his neck. The bear was torn in some places, but the girl, Rosie, didn't seem to mind.

She held out the bear to Rebekah with a small smile. The smile looked strange considering that her lips were still red with blood. "Teddy," she said with that same garbled speech. Rebekah grabbed ahold of the bear after the girl continued to hold it out for her, and the girl seemed happy that Rebekah had taken it. Rebekah smiled softly back, trying to figure out what to do.

Her immedaite instinct was to take the girl home, but she had no idea if anybody lived with the girl. She assumed not, by the looks of the house, but she couldn't be certain. And since the girl couldn't communicate with her, Rebekah would need a witch to look into Rosie's past and figure out if anybody else was at the house. In the meantime, she would need to take Rosie out of the house to keep an eye on her.

"Rosie," Rebekah said and the girl smiled wider at her name being spoken by her. "Is it okay if I take you home?"

The girl became confused at the words, tilting her head. "Home?" she said slowly, understanding only that and Rebekah nodded, trying to convey what she wanted to do.

After explaining it as best as she could, Rosie's eyebrows furrowed together in thought, loooking over Rebekah like a predator watching its prey. It felt strange to Rebekah for such a small child to have such a calculating state. It was unnerving.

Then, she began to do the strangest thing. The child actually starting sniffing at Rebekah.

Her small nose extended to Rebekah and she took multiple whiffs, and immediately, became defensive.

The girl scrambled back, both of her fangs bared and her eyes blood red once again. She hissed at Rebekah, who raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"What is it?" Rebekah asked, trying to put the girl at ease, but she wasn't having it. Something was on Rebekah, and it was something that Rosie did not like.

Rebekah, still holding the bear, ran her hands over her body, going down her legs and rummaging in her pocket to pull out the vervain syringe. At the sight of it, Rosie began hissing and clawing at the air, her eyes locked on the device. Rebekah became even more interested by the girl's story. The only reason that she would react so viciously to vervain was if she had experienced bad affects from it. That could only mean that Rosie had been in contact with vervain, which was terrible for vampires.

Rebekah spoke softly. "It's okay. It's okay," she told the practically rabid girl, throwing the syringe to the corner of the room. "There," she said, holding up her hand. "It's gone. You're okay."

Slowly, Rosie approached Rebekah and sniffed again, taking a moment to double check that Rebekah didn't have any more stashes of vervain. After a moment, she seemed to nod to herself and sat back down, which almost made Rebekah smile.

"Alright," Rebekah said slowly, approaching the girl even more. Rosie didn't seem defensive, but she didn't seem entirely at ease with Rebekah's closeness either. "We're going to go somewhere safe, okay?"

She didn't think that the girl understood her, but her tone of voice must have been soothing enough because Rosie didn't react as Rebekah slowly picked the girl up from underneath her armpits. Rosie awkwardly let Rebekah pick her up until Rebekah was standing herself, placing the girl on her hip as she held the teddy bear in her opposite hand.

Slowly, with Rosie curiously playing with her hair, Rebekah took the child out of her house, walking at normal speed so she did not frighten the girl.

The walk back to the house was long, and tedious, but Rebekah didn't mind. Rosie was, of course, curious of what was going on. She didn't seem to be afraid, but she was wary. She kept sniffing at the air to make sure vervain wasn't anywhere near here, and she kept staring at Rebekah with that calculated state. It was unnerving every time to look into the child's brown eyes and see cleverness and almost a sense of cunning. She was a lot smarter than she appeared, even if she couldn't speak properly, having been on her own for so long.

When Rebekah brought Rosie home, she immediately brought the girl into a small room upstairs. Rosie couldn't stop touching everything she saw, and luckily, the room didn't have many breakable items. She was curious about everything, especially the bed, which was much softer than anything she had felt in a long time.

Rebekah went on the other side of the door, leaving it opened enough that she could see Rosie's movements but not so opened that the girl could her her every word. She grabbed her phone and looked through the contacts, wondering who she could ask for help.

She would need someone with ties to witches, since Rebekah didn't really associate herself with that species. She needed someone that she could trust with showing them Rosie, which Rebekah wanted to keep secret. She didn't know why, but she didn't trust anyone to pry too much into how Rosie was even alive. It would cause a lot more vampires to think of turning children, which was never a good idea. Not only that, but Rosie strangely had claws that would extend on will and another set of fangs. The only other time Rebekah had seen a vampire with an extra set of fangs was Nik, but he was a hybrid. And if, somehow, Rosie was a hybrid, then her eyes would turn a golden color instead of the usual black eyes of a vampire. Rebekah didn't want others to know of her because of that strange predicament.

As she looked over her contacts, one name kept coming to mind. It was a long shot, considering that he had left the minute he had the dagger out of his chest. She didn't even know where he was and if he would help, but she knew he'd been interested enough to listen. Biting her lip, not knowing who else to call, she dialed his number, bringing the phone up to her ear and hearing it ring. She watched Rosie hug her teddy bear closer to her chest as she stared at the bed side table, looking at the knobs of the drawers with interest and confusion.

Soon enough though, he picked up. He spoke before she could even say hello.

"Sister!" Kol said on the other side of the line. "To what do I owe the occasion?"

She sighed, biting back her ego and her pride and saying the words she hated to say.

"I need your help."

Okay, so first things first, Kol is not dead.

I know, I know, he was killed in the Vampire Diaries, but for the sake of this storyline, I'm going to be changing a few things from the show. Finn is still dead in this story though, simply because I don't like writing him in. If you do not like that, I suggest you leave now.

I know that this story doesn't sound that great, but give it a chance and you might enjoy it!

I do not own The Originals or anything that is familiar to you, only Rosie and my own changes I bring to the storyline.

Please review your thoughts so far!