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First story on fanfiction! I was wary of writing it since Cora was added to the mix, kind of trampling over a few ideas I had but I wrote her in and it seemed to actually work out well. Yes, this is one of those Derek Hale's younger sister bits. I just had to get it out of my system. I don't know if I'll continue the story, depends on if anyone is reading. So if you want more, let me know.

These first two chapters are prologue chapters. This one is a flash back, the next one is a flash forward, giving you a peak of what some of this will be leading up to, both written in third person. The following chapters will be in first person, in Rosalie's point of view. I'm questioning it but I may have a couple of chapters where I throw in another character's perspective but I'm not going to crisscross through POV's throughout a chapter.

Also, before anyone mentions it, I know. Rosalie Hale, twilight. Sorry? I liked the name Rosalie and the last name had to be Hale.

One last thing. Yes, I plan to pair Rosalie with Stiles and no, this entire story isn't going to be crazy lovey dovey stuff and I'm not going to make them supposedly love each other within the first three chapters. So if you want something as unrealistic as that, look elsewhere- perhaps Shakespeare.

Thanks for reading the note if you did, they won't be this long all the time... at all.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, however I do own my OCs.


Flames flickered and roared, mixing, for what seemed to be endlessly, the terrible screams coming from the people in the once beautiful mansion. The visible horror on the outside was nothing compared to the scene happening within those moments in the house itself.

There was hardly time to react to the house being set ablaze. Every time the members of the family tried to find an exit, it was soon blocked off with the untamable flames. For many of the people trapped inside, it was already too late to find an exit.

"Mommy?" the hoarse voice of a child called out. It came from a girl, only nine years of age, scared and looking for the safety of her mother.

Her tiny, bare feet walked slowly through the kitchen of the house as her hands clutched her stuffed rabbit.

"Rose"

The girl jumped and turned, frightened by the sudden sound of her name being called.

"Uncle Peter!" she ran over to him, kneeling down beside him.

"You need to stay close to the ground, okay? So you won't inhale as much smoke"

The girl quickly nodded

"Where's mommy?"

"I'm… not sure. Stay here"

The man suddenly rose up, quickly, getting a rag from a drawer and soaked it in water and went back to the small child, handing it to her.

"Breathe through this, it will help too. Try to find any way out. I'll look for anyone else" The man said, completely unsure there was a way out, but he also knew that if there was a way, it would probably be small, but just big enough for her to get through.

"If you find a way, just call out, I'll hear you. I'm going to go try and help everyone else"

"Why can't I come with you?" she asked, pouting her lip.

"It's too dangerous" he answered still knowing that either path was dangerous.

There wasn't time to linger to make the hard decisions. His mind told him that right now the priority were the other members of his family, the ones he could hear screaming down in the basement being engulfed by the flames. He didn't have time to think ahead, about this little girl that could soon join the others screaming. He just had to hope she would find a way out while he tried to save everyone else. It was a huge task, a terrible burden to carry but he put it on himself; that it was his responsibility to try to save everyone.

"Now go, hurry up. Remember not to open any doors if they feel hot. And don't feel with the palm of your hand but the back"

The man left her with those few words before taking in a gulp of air and running off through the house.

The girl started crying but quickly began to crawl through the house. It was beginning to be a taxing thing, trying to see through the smoke, especially since she was not as gifted as the others in her family.

She stopped as she reached a hall way, not sure which way to go. She knew the backdoor wasn't an option and figured there had to be a window somewhere. On a whim, she took off to the left but as she got further into the smoke she knew that it was only getting thicker, blacker thus it was getting harder to breathe. She paused, starting to turn around but out of the corner of her eye saw an arm lying on the ground, coming from one of the three rooms in the hall way.

Being nine and optimistic, she of course didn't assume what could have become of this person. She had only experienced death once in her life and it was that of a pet fish she had for a few years. It didn't come close to preparing her to see the sight of her dead cousin.

She tried shaking him, thinking he would just wake up but he never did. The girl started quivering and backed up, leaning against a wall, and began to cry harder into the wet rag still clutching onto her bunny for comfort. Her mind had gone completely into panic mode. After seeing her dead cousin the instructions given to her by Peter were completely disregarded. That is until she heard her name called again, this time, by a much more strained and worried voice by somehow still tender.

"Rosalie, baby?"

The girl immediately perked up

"Mommy?" she said, loudly calling out.

Soon through the smoke the mother crawled to her child, taking her into her arms.

"Let's go, come on"

The woman stood with her child in her arms, her eyes turning red with anger at the circumstances her family was in. She moved fast, through the house until she reached her own room, and into a corner where another one of her daughters sat in a cold, wet blanket.

"Cora!" the little girl cried out happily to her older sister.

The mother crouched down to her children, suddenly she took something off of her neck and put it around the youngest neck.

"Rose, I already talked to Cora… and I'm sorry I don't have much time to talk to you. But I want you to know that I love you, both- all of you so much. Keep this, always. You think that you're weak, different, but you are so strong…" The mom trailed off, tears in her eyes, ultimately deciding her fate.

"You're both going to get out of this house, and then you're both going to run. The quickest way into town, around people. And then you go straight to the high school and get to Laura and Derek. You tell them I said to go out into the next town… Remember where we had that picnic, last summer?" she questioned her daughters, receiving a nod from both of them.

"Good. You'll wait there with them and if I can, I'll meet you there…"

"Why can't you just come with us? Please?" Rosalie asked. The joy that she had just recently got back had been taken once again.

"I have to try and help everyone else here, okay?... I love you both, tell Derek and Laura I love them too…"

The mother looked at both of her children before opening the window to her room and turned back to them.

"Go through the window right after I leave, okay?"

The two nodded, tears staining their usually bright faces.

The mother finally took one last elongated look to her daughters, giving them a strained smile. Before their eyes their mother shifted into a black wolf and ran through the bedroom door and into the smoking home.

"Come on, Rose" Cora tugged on her little sister's arm, accepting her responsibility as the oldest at the moment.

The girl nodded through her tears and Cora hoisted her up to the window sill so that she was sitting and then jumped up herself. The girls locked hands and looked to each other for a moment before jumping out of the 5 foot high window, rolling down the small hill that sat under it.

Cora lifted her sister to her feet and tugged on her hand and took off running into the forest.

Meanwhile, to the side a few of the hunters Kate Argent had brought along with her noticed the two girls.

"Well, aren't you going to go after them?" Kate questioned, talking to them as if they were mentally challenged.

The two young men looked to each other before taking off after the girls.

Kate Argent looked at what she thought to be a masterpiece; the burning house. She had perfectly or castrated the plan to set the hale house ablaze, wanting the shifters dead. And to her, even if a few humans had to be spared in the process, it was worth it. Even if those humans were only children. And of course for a plan like this to completely pan out, she would have to make sure every one of them was dead. That's why she immediately sent the hunters after the two children that had managed to escape; she didn't feel like dealing with any orphans that might cause future problems.

"Hey, you"

She looked to another one of the men that had accompanied her on her mission, thinking about the girls who ran off into the forest.

"Yeah?"

"Go with Ian and Tim, after the girls"

The man nodded, taking off quickly into the forest, leaving Kate to continue watching as the house burned.¬

The girls ran through the forest, hearts racing. Cora's breathing was pretty sturdy, she had quickly recovered to all the smoke that she had inhaled but the trauma was quickly catching up with Rosalie. Her breathing was heavy, strained and her throat was dry.

"Cora, my chest hurts" the girl wined, still clutching onto her stuffed rabbit in one arm.

The eldest didn't respond, not knowing what to do. She herself was only barely two years older than her sister and didn't know what to do. She was just trying to follow the instructions given to her from her mother but looking back at her sister and hearing her pounding heart and labored breathing she feared that Rosalie wouldn't be able to make it. Cora could have quickly outrun the hunters already but with Rosalie with her, unable to run as fast, the hunters were catching up and seeing what they did to their home, she feared what they might do if they caught up with them.

Thinking quickly the girl devised a plan so that he sister might be able to get away, using herself as bait. She knew that if the hunters followed her and if she could lure them far away from Rosalie, she could then easily outrun them and double back to get her sister.

"We have to split up, but only for a little bit" Cora said, still running alongside Rosalie.

"But Mommy said-"

"It's different now… I have to lead them away from you. You need to catch your breath"

Cora stopped and looked to her sister

"Hide behind a tree okay? And when they get here I'll shift and run. They'll follow me because I'm a wolf, they'll probably forget about you"

"I don't wanna split up"

"Look, Rose. It's the best chance we have. Pretty soon you'll give out and they'll catch up to us. This way is better, okay? After they follow me you keep going into town. Once you get there wait outside of the ice-cream shop for me. I'll be there before you know it… I might even be waiting for you."

Rosalie nodded, still not liking the plan at all. The girls stood, holding each other's hands. Every so often Rosalie would look up to her sister, trying to see if she might have heard something, to see how far away the hunters were. When she felt the sudden squeeze in her hand she knew that it was time.

"Go hide"

Rosalie nodded and turned to go hide, but suddenly turned back around, running back to her sister.

"I told you-"

Cora was cut off and taken back by the sudden grip around her caused by her sister's arms. She wrapped her arms around her too for a moment before sending her away again.

As the hunters got closer, Cora shifted into her werewolf form, snarling and growling, sending warning to the hunters. Cora looked to her sister, nodding to her; giving her the signal to get ready then ran out into the open, revealing herself to the hunters. She took off quickly and they followed. Rosalie watched and took off in the opposite direction.

"Hey!"

Cora's ears twitched up at the sound of the voice and paused where she was, her eyes darting through the forestry until they laid upon her little sister who was now running, not far behind her was another one of them; a hunter. She hadn't noticed because she didn't expect it. She saw two hunters chase them into the forest, no more, no less. This had taken her by surprise and their plan was ruined.

She turned to run after her sister but darted back after hearing the sound of a bow being shot. She had barely missed the arrow to the head that was lodged into a tree beside her.

"Run!" she shouted before she took off quickly, her thoughts racing. She devised a new plan in which she would quickly get away from these hunters and then get back to her sister, but they were making it difficult for her.

Back at the Hale house, Talia Hale dragged Peter into the living room by the collar of the shirt with her teeth.

"Talia-"

Peter was quickly cut off with a snarl from the usually peaceful alpha. Her blood boiled with anger at the hunters for doing this. Her family was innocent yet they slaughtered them anyways. They had violated the code and stirred up a lot of trouble between the packs themselves. The only thing that kept her from jumping out of the house and tearing open Kate Argent's neck was the worry she had for her daughters that she had sent running through the forest and just what to do with Peter. She could hear the sirens coming towards the house and the vehicles that were taking off from the home. She took Peter by the collar of his shirt once again then quickly drug him outside laying him in front of the house.

She gave him an apologetic look for having to leave him there, but she knew the hunters weren't stupid enough to come back while police and fire trucks were about to make the house a news scene, plus there wasn't much she could do for him anyways so her children were top priority. She knew that going after them could very well be the last thing she would do. She too was now poisoned by the smoke, weakened both physically and emotionally but pushed herself against the odds.

She took off, running as fast as she could through the woods, following Cora and Rosalie's scent. She came upon an area were the scent seemed to linger, telling her they stopped here but the thing that worried her most was that the scents that were once mixed came apart, trailing into two different directions, each with the scent of a hunter on their trail. She smelled that Rosalie's went to the right, one hunter on her trail while Cora's went to the left, with two hunters after her. The mother could easily tell what happened because the three hunters scents never mixed up. The third was a surprise.

With quick thinking she took off to the right. Never could anyone accuse this woman of favoritism but the guilt lingered in her mind. She knew it wasn't that she loved Rosalie more or anything close to that. It was the fact that Rosalie was the baby of the family, she was normal and she was being chased down by someone looking to kill her. Deductive reasoning easily told her that Cora was fast and could outrun the hunters, and hide out some place while Rosalie wasn't fast and was still sick from the smoke from the house.

Though Rosalie was being tailed by a hunter, she couldn't help but to worry about her sister, her mother, cousins, uncle; her family. As she ran the pain in her chest got worse, slowing her down even more. Her lungs and legs couldn't take any more of the pain so she scampered off to the side hiding behind a tree in hopes the hunter wouldn't find her. The more she tried to quiet her labored breathing the louder it became, and the more obvious her position was.

"I know you're out there. Make this easier on both of us and come out"

Rosalie clutched her bunny tighter.

"If you come out, I'll take you to your mommy" the hunter tried, not feeling like playing cat and mouse.

Rosalie stayed silent not giving into the hunters lies, and started thinking of what her next move would be but her thoughts were interrupted by a loud howl. She didn't have to be a wolf to know the howl came from her mother and also that it sounded almost like a warning; a warning to the hunters trying to cause even more harm to her family.

Cora too heard this howl, and paused for a brief moment, filled with relief that her mother was still alive. But the more she read into the howl, the more she came to understand it. She had way more understanding than Rosalie could have on the subject. Though the howl was a warning it was weaker than usual, much more strained. Almost as if Talia was cursing the hunters from her very grave. Cora ran straight ahead as quickly as she could then darted to the right in the direction of her mother and sister.

Rosalie eventually moved from her spot and started running again, this time in the other direction, wanting to go towards the sound of her mother's howl. The hunter wasn't fazed by the gimmick but annoyed as he took off after her again. She ran in a zigzag motion through the trees which was only more of an annoyance to the hunter, though it did slow him down a little, in the end it didn't matter. Her tiny feet became caught in a tree root, causing her to fall. The fall was way too close to the edge of a hill, sending her rolling straight down.

The overall situation off the Hale family, which had recently gotten brighter, continued to dim with every passing moment. The path Cora tried to run to her mother and sister became blocked off by more hunters. It seemed that these guys weren't getting the job done fast enough for Kate Argent.

Talia was worn, barely mobile. The howl was the last thing to be heard from her. Cora could feel the loss of her mother though it couldn't be noted how or what exactly she died from. The options were almost endless. Cora thought back to the original plan, thinking maybe Rosalie managed to escape but the sound of cracking bone followed by a piercing scream made Cora stop in her tracks for the third or so time today. She tried listening for her sister's heartbeat, for a cry, for anything but was soon forced to take off again, now harboring the loss of her little sister and mother on her shoulders.

The day was a complete hectic mess. Laura and Derek were called up to the front office of the school, met there by a few police men who informed them that their house was burnt down and their family was dead. That the only survivor found was Peter and he was completely unresponsive. They were able to identify most of the bodies, and somehow Talia Hale's was found almost completely intact, with minimal burns. They couldn't find Cora or Rosalie's bodies of course but told Laura and Derek that it was common for the remains of younger children in fires not to be found because of the size, and since there was no evidence that the children were anywhere else; they were looked at as dead though technicalities forced their legal status as "unknown".

The hunters trailing Cora gave up. They didn't see the point any longer. To them she was just a kid anyways. They sent her away with threats of her death, warnings, telling her not to return, telling her that she had nothing to come back to since "Kate herself is killing Derek and Laura as we speak". Little did Cora know her sister was being given the same threats as she sat in the back seat, clutching her arm. The hunter that went after Rosalie had a daughter of his own, he couldn't kill her if his life depended on it. But he knew she had to disappear. Kate couldn't know that she was alive. He called Kate telling her he had to take care of something while he was actually driving the girl into Utah.

He knew that if he just dropped her off a few towns over that they would be able to find out who she is without even knowing her name. But they wouldn't search for missing people in California if they thought the girl was from Utah.

"Your name isn't Hale anymore got it? You don't know your last name…" he trailed off "You hit your head when you fell. All you know is that you're from Utah"

The little girl was crying in the back, still in pain from her seemingly broken arm.

"Don't even think of coming back to California… I'm doing you a favor here. You should be dead, like the rest of your family… So just take the favor, and stay out of California, got it?"

"Derek and Laura are-"

"No, Kate went to take care of that herself." The man quickly interrupted, knowing it was a lie. He assumed Kate would most likely kill them but not for certain they were dead.

Rosalie's eyes went wide once she realized the Kate they were talking about. The Kate her older brother had trusted- whom she had trusted. She refused to believe that the Kate she knew did this to her family.

The car suddenly stopped in the parking lot of a hospital.

"You fell. You hit your head. You're from Utah. Now get out" the man spit out the words and Rosalie opened the door and jumped out of the car. The car took off quickly and the man never looked back, still convincing himself that he was doing the girl a favor.

The small scared girl stood in the hospital parking lot, with dried tears on her face. Her good hand clutched the silver locket that her mother had wrapped around her neck. The more she stood, feeling helpless the more she convinced herself that if she were like the rest of her family, that she would have been able to do something. That she and Cora wouldn't have had to split up and maybe they would have gotten to Derek and Laura in time and that she could at least have some of her family.

Her thoughts raced and her tears starting flowing again, but this time from anger. She could feel her very temperature rising, almost as if her blood was boiling with anger and hatred of herself. The pain in her arm was subsiding and as she looked down she saw the bone that had been poking up under her skin retreat back into place.

The day the Hale house went up in flames Rosalie was weak, she was human. But it was that day that changed her forever.


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