Author's Note:
Obvious Alternate Universe here, but I do want to note this first chapter will skip around a lot. I don't want to rewrite the entire first movie, I just want to incorporate parts that will be important in this storyline.

I will definitely slow down once I get to the present day, and begin focusing on just what this story will be about. Bringing Antigen down. Which begins in Chapter Two…this is JUST THE SET UP.

There were pros and cons to being a healer in a time like the one Rose Moreau lived in. In the year of 1644 in France, there were avid witch hunts taking place, and doctors and healers were often targeted. Rose, having always had a passion for mixing things together to create something helpful, took to the role of a healer at a young age, and her parents, wealthy parents, well up in society, disliked her enthusiasm about helping others. Their wish was to marry her off young, but Rose, twenty-two at the time of the incident, would have none of it.

The incident did, of course, change her, and changed how everyone saw her. Such a brutal attack from something that was definitely not human should have left her dead, but she spent a few days steadily, slightly recovering, before shakily returning to her feet. However, she wasn't the same. Paranoid and jumpy, the churches targeted her as their next witch…and her trial was the evening of the full moon.

The tunnels were damp, cold, and often cramped, but Lucian could do nothing about it at the time. Regrouping and hopefully finding the descendant of Corvinus that they were searching for was the most important thing at the time…not worrying about how uncomfortable the sewage tunnels were. Pausing for a moment, he accessed where he was within the system before a smirk found its way onto his features. He heard the padding of feet somewhere behind him, and he knew the sound of the choice boots catching up to him.

"Rose, dear." He spoke quietly, turning to face the female Lycan as she stopped hurrying to catch up to him. "I would have imagined you'd have joined me sooner. Have you any information that might alleviate my annoyed mood?" He asked, tucking his hands into his coat pockets as the brunette in front of him pulled out a few pictures.

"Bonjour mon cher ami!" Rose greeted the Lycan leader with a small grin in her native language. "Hopefully. I do so like to help improve your evenings; anywho, I snapped a few of these tonight." She handed the pictures to Lucian, who examined them. "Michael Corvin. I think his name is up on the wall as one of the possible descendants? Either way, the list grows shorter everyday and he remains. After being seen by the vampire, I'd say we better get a move on. She's been tracking him as well."

"Yes, yes, I'm aware…Raze informed me…" Lucian trailed off as he examined the pictures. Rose was a good spy; quick, lithe, quiet and smart. She was also a brilliant chemist, more or less. A few of the concoctions she'd whipped up in their makeshift lab even impressed him. Namely the one that helped to chase non-fatal silver poisoning out of the body. Her knowledge from her days as a healer in the 1600s really fell into place in the 21st century. She took to using the tools given to her to help her fellow Lycans as much as she could…seeing as lately, they needed it.

"I assumed. We spoke briefly when I gave him some of the mixture to be back on his feet." Rose said, crossing her arms comfortably over her stomach as Lucian lowered the pictures

"Keep an eye on him; these are good." He said, giving the photos a gentle shake. "I am, however, about to pay him a visit myself…" Lucian handed the photos back to Rose, and she took them with a raised brow.

"Going after him?" But Lucian was already stalking off.

Michael Corvin had turned out to be the man they were looking for, and when Lucian returned with the vial of his blood and it was proven, Rose took to working on a new concoction out of the others' ways. She knew from here, judging by the information Lucian had disclosed to her after he gave the blood to Singe, that things would get messy and she needed to up her silver antidote. There were ways to do it, she knew there were, even if Singe would wander to her side of the lab and tell her there wasn't. She batted the old man away and made comments to him about his work as she lost herself in her own. This would come in handy. It would have to.

Little did she know, it would. And soon.

Not a few nights later, the bullets the vampires took from the Lycans had been changed to Silver Nitrate bullets. Rose had managed to skirt around the firing and fighting, and eventually stumbled into the room where Lucian had been left to die.

How many had already died?

Vampires alike?

If Rose remembered correctly, as she scrambled through the bag she held at her side, this was not what Lucian wanted. Equality over dominance, right? Something like that. She knew he'd been working on creating a Hybrid…and he began to breathlessly mutter about Michael and success. He was still breathing, even if it was labored, and all Rose could do was hope what she'd been working on would work in the end.