After the video, Kol and Rebekah were settled in a heated argument.
"I say, we find this Lancaster Society and kill them before they can find her again," Kol said as if it was the most simple thing, which it was. All they had to do was track down where they were located and then bang, no more threat to Rosie.
"Don't be ridiculous, Kol," Rebekah replied, her blue eyes meeting his dark ones. "We have absolutely no idea what they are capable of-"
"But we are Originals for God's sake, Bekah," Kol yelled at her, his eyes blazing as he walked toward her. They were standing in the open kitchen, and Kol's shoes smacked against the wood floor as he stomped her way. "They have no White Oak, so it is impossible that they could kill us-"
"But they will be able to keep us busy," Rebekah yelled back, her anger matching his. She was frustrated with Kol because he wasn't thinking about Rosie, as much as he seemed to think he was. "And then they can take Rosie, and we might not be able to find her again." She walked up to her brother, their chests almost touching as she looked up at him. "You forget brother, that these people have been able to be kept secret from us, or at least Nik, for two decades, which I think is a feat considering the fact that we know every threat that exists against us and our kind." She pushed her pale hands against his chest to try to get her point across. "I will not allow your rash decisions to get that poor girl upstairs taken by them again."
Kol glared, but stayed silent, understanding that Rebekah was right. They couldn't walk into a fight without knowing what they had up their sleeves. But, this only frustrated Kol even more because this meant that Rosie was in danger.
"Then what are we supposed to do?" he asked his sister, looking at her pointedly as she walked around the kitchen, looking like she was thinking.
"We keep a low profile," she finally said after a moment. "We don't need to draw attention to ourselves and by extent, to Rosie. We need to be careful with how we get blood-"
"And what about her," Kol said, gesturing to the upstairs where they both could hear Rosie's steady breathing as she slept. "What do we do in the meantime?"
"We help her," Rebekah replied immedaitely, her blue eyes like daggers at her brother, silently telling him that there was no speculation on that part of the plan. "We first need to teach her how to communicate and then how to properly feed."
"We'll need to get her a daylight ring or necklace of some sort eventually," Kol commented, and Rebekah nodded. Their voices were lower now that they had settled on somewhat or an agreement for what they would do with Rosie.
"Of course," Rebekah agreed. "Just not yet. We don't know how she'll react to being able to walk in the sunlight and we first have to teach her how to feed before that. Like I said, we don't need the attention."
Kol nodded to Rebekah's words, finding a relatively good amount of logic in them. He watched as she grabbed her purse, slipping it over her shoulder. She was still wearing the green tank top and jeans from earlier, but she had slipped on a black jacket a little while after they finished watching the video, in the midst of their fight.
"And where are you going?" Kol asked, his eyebrows furrowing together as his sister headed to the front door, her blonde hair bouncing with each step.
"I need to get some things for Rosie, as well as a few more bloodbags," Rebekah answered, gesturing to the house with one of her hands. "I wasn't expecting guests and I needed more anyway."
Kol nodded and then watched as she left, hearing the door close behind her. He sighed, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger before looking around.
"Where's the Bourbon?" he murmured before searching the house for alcohol.
•
Rosie took quite a while to wake up from her slumber, and when that time finally came, Rebekah had long since come back from the store, holding practically millions of shopping bags as she walked through the front door again. She had gotten a million pieces of clothing for the little girl, as well as some educational things to teach her how to speak and communicate with at least Kol and Rebekah. She also stopped by the blood bank and discreetly acquired the bloodbags that she had needed.
But, by the time that Rosie woke up, Rebekah had already been in the girl's room and quietly put everything away. The girl slept soundly through it all, which was surprising given that she had slept so much before. Rebekah wondered if the girl had slept at all during the past 20 years.
But, as it was getting late and Rebekah had changed into a plain white t-shirt and some blue pajama pants with white stripes on them, Rosie finally woke up. Rebekah's hair was styled in a braid and even Kol had changed into some pants and a loose, dark shirt.
But, they were both downstairs when they heard the shift upstairs, easily signaling that Rosie had just sat up in bed. The air became tense as Rebekah nodded at Kol, leading him up the stairs to the little girl's room.
They opened the door to see Rosie rubbing her eyes and yawning, her blonde hair sticking up in a few places and frizzy once again. Her other hand clutched onto her teddy bear, like usual, as she finished rubbing her eyes to look up at Rebekah and Kol, who both smiled at her.
"Hey Rosie," Rebekah said softly, entering the room with Kol behind her. Rosie seemed to recognize them, and didn't seem too defensive, but both of the Originals knew that Rosie's moods could change in a split second. "We've got some stuff for you."
And that was the night that Rebekah and Kol slowly and very painfully started to teach Rosie how to read and write, as well as speak. They went through the whole night with Rosie trying to say something but then getting frustrated and throwing the book at the wall. Most of the times, Kol sped to the wall and caught the book before it could do any damage, but there were a few indents in the walls when he couldn't reach it in time. Rebekah had gotten especially mad at him when he didn't catch them.
That night was also the night that Rebekah and Kol realized how large Rosie's hunger really was.
The girl was tiny, meaning that she really didn't need all that much blood, but she drank 5 bloodbags without stopping, making a mess of herself as she did so. Rebekah and Kol had watched as she ripped into the bags like an animal, slurping the contents down quickly before anyone could take it from her. She seemed confused that the blood didn't come directly from a body, and she really didn't seem to like the taste of bloodbags all that much, but she drank the bags anyway.
Kol had suggested the reason for this quickly after seeing Rosie's behavior.
"From what we saw in the video," Kol told his sister, both of them not taking their eyes off of Rosie, who was seated on the floor, drinking the blood quickly. "Rosie is somewhat of a tribrid, which explains how much blood she needs to consume."
"Because she has more power, she needs a lot more strength," Rebekah concluded and saw her brother nod out of the corner of her eye.
"Exactly, but she's also used to hunting for her blood," Kol reminded his sister, turning fully to face her even as her blue eyes remained locked on Rosie. "And with the fact that she has at least an artificial werewolf gene means that she likes to hunt for her food."
Rebekah connected the dots and turned to him, eyes wide. "You think that we might have to teach her not to rip into a human's throat the first time that she sees them?" she asked, really hoping that that wasn't the case, but of course, it was.
After Rosie finished drinking the blood, Rebekah and Kol continued helping Rosie, but this time, with walking.
"Okay Rosie," Rebekah said, looking down at Rosie, who was crouched on the floor with Teddy in her grip. The girl's dark eyes looked up to connect with Rebekah's blue ones and the Original smiled at the child. "Let's get you on two feet."
Kol stood on the other side of the room, watching with amusement as Rebekah awkwardly lifted Rosie to her feet, the girl looking very uncomfortable and unsure of what was going on. Kol couldn't help the chuckle that slipped from his lips when Rebekah let go of Rosie only for the child to fall back into a crouch, her hands on the ground between her legs.
Rebekah shot him a glare, and he lapsed back into silence, hearing Rebekah turn to speak to Rosie again.
"Come on, Rosie," Rebekah said, repeating her earlier actions and helping Rosie to her own two feet. "You're okay."
The little girl, with the help of Rebekah, managed to gain her balance on only two feet, her arms held out in case she fell again, but she looked frightened beyond compare of the strange thing, and Kol couldn't help the small smile on his face.
"Okay," Rebekah said, coming to stand next to Rosie and looking down at the little girl who seemed frozen into her place. Rebekah smiled at her reassuringly before pointing to Kol. "Try to walk to Kol."
Rosie looked confused, still not quite getting the hang of the whole speaking thing, but Rebekah simply showed her instead of repeating it. Slowly, Rebekah slid one of Rosie's feet forward with one of her own, grabbing ahold of Rosie's hand when the girl began to wobble on her unsteady legs. After the girl had taken the first step, Rebekah gestured for her to continue, and Rosie widened her eyes when she realized that she had to go all the way over to Kol.
Rebekah could practically sense the girl's uncertainty and fear and kept ahold of her hand. "It's alright," Rebekah reassured.
Rosie nodded her head, even though she wasn't sure if she knew what Rebekah was saying, and she slid her other leg forward, her bare feet skimming the wood and not leaving contact. She only shifted her weight to the next foot when she was certain that her foot was settled on the ground. She continued to do this, gaining confidence and speed as she walked toward Kol.
"There you go!" Rebekah smiled, seeing Rosie pick up quickly on everything they've been teaching her. Rebekah and Kol were now thinking that she had known these things before, but had forgotten over the 20 years she's survived on her animal instincts. It was a very big possibility, and neither of them wanted to rule it out until they were certain that it wasn't true.
Rosie smiled, but kept her eyes trained to the ground, still holding onto Rebekah's hand but not as tightly. Rebekah took this as a good sign and slipped out of the child's grasp, seeing Rosie's head whip her way.
"You can do the rest by yourself," Rebekah told her, seeing as there were only a few feet left between Rosie and Kol, who was watching the whole thing with an unreadable expression, looking deep in thought as well.
Rosie's eyebrows furrowed together at Rebekah, but she turned back to Kol, breathing heavily as she focused on keeping her balance on both feet. She slid her right leg forward slowly in Kol's direction, shifting her weight slightly so that she could move her left leg now. There was only about two feet left between them, and Rosie took them quickly, tripping and then falling into Kol's waiting arms.
"Woah there," Kol chucked, and Rosie huffed out in frustration, a sound that the two Originals were getting very used to now. It was clear to both of them that Rosie didn't like learning new things; she was content in her animalistic ways.
"Now," Kol said, helping Rosie turn around back to Rebekah, who was now on the other side of the room. Rosie's eyes widened at Kol's next words. "Let's do it again."
And they repeated the actions over and over, until Rosie finally got fed up and annoyed, resting back into her crouch. But, both of the Originals could tell by the way she had been walking about that it would come to her easily after a few hours of practicing. It would just have to take a little bit of time to do so.
Which is what they did.
For the next month or so, Rebekah and Kol taught Rosie everything that she needed to know, and she was taking everything in quickly, soaking it up like a sponge. She had practically perfected walking, and was moving on to running on only two feet, but she often got tripped up. She was also getting exceptionally good at speaking.
Because of Rebekah and Kol's accents though, she sounded very British.
Which, of course, neither of them saw as a strange thing, but they could tell that she wasn't British originally. They were almost certain that Rosie hadn't been even American or spoke any English before the Lancaster Society took her. Something about the way that she pronounced certain letters before they fixed them was a clear sign, but also how her mouth tried to form the words, like they were alien. But, like they mentioned earlier, Rosie was picking everything up as fast as the information was getting thrown at her.
She hadn't gone outside in the sun just yet, Rebekah having aquired a daylight necklace but both the Originals being on the fence about giving it to her just yet. They were afraid that she would escape out into the city and feed on everyone she could, which they were also working on.
Most of the time, after they realized her appetite, Kol decided that they needed to help her learn at least the beginnings of control. She needed to be able to walk through a city without tearing anyone's throats out. So, the hard part really began.
Kol compelled a man or woman to come to the house and Rosie was put to the ultimate test. The first time had gone terribly, with Rosie lunging at the human and Rebekah jumping in front before she could do any damage. But, despite her restraints by Rebekah, Rosie had continued to fight her for the human behind, and they knew they would have to try a different route.
So, they brought a young child into the house, as dangerous as it was, and wondered what Rosie would do. The girl automatically had the red eyes and veins underneath, but she had a horrified expression, backing away from the child until she stood completely behind Rebekah's leg. The Originals then explained to her that what she did with the child is how she should react with anyone, even adults. The concept was still hard to grasp for her, but she was learning quickly. The next time that they brought an adult human to the house, Rosie hadn't even reacted, which was a big milestone.
But, when the full moon came, a new barrier appeared.
Whatever the Lancaster Society did to Rosie to create the artificial werewolf gene was messed up, because when the full moon appeared in the sky, she didn't change. Instead, her entire body was covered in the black veins, and she reverted back to her animalistic ways in a second. Rebekah and Kol had to hold her down to her bed just so that she wouldn't hurt herself, because she had done something shocking.
"Rosie! Calm down!" Rebekah shouted over Rosie's screams. The girl was arched off the bed, her hands like claws and ripping into the sheets underneath her. She was obviously trying her hardest to control whatever was going on, and her eyes flickered to Rebekah and Kol for a moment before slumping back onto the bed. She was breathing heavily, her pale skin still filled with the black veins but her eyes were now locked on her hands that she had lifted in front of her face. She was looking at her claws with an unreadable expression.
Before Rebekah or Kol could say anything from where they were standing in her room, Rosie moved quickly and scratched her forearm with her claws, immedaitely drawing blood from deep cuts before they healed within a second. She was biting her lip as she did it again.
She was trying to control herself by hurting herself.
When Rebekah and Kol realized what she was doing, they immedaitely flashed to where she was and held her arms down, angering her as she thrashed around wildly. She wanted her control back.
The next day, after hours of screaming and writhing, the black veins slowly disappeared, and Rosie was back to normal, speaking in small words to them. She was back to the girl they had been teaching how to walk. She was back to herself.
When the next month passed, they were more prepared. They had created a room, in the basement of the home, just for her on the full moons. And then, before everything went crazy as it did last month, Rebekah and Kol told her that she couldn't use her claws on herself, but, can instead, destroy anything in the room that she wanted to.
That settled her thirst immedaitely.
They had placed old furniture down there, tons of it just for Rosie to take her artificial werewolf aggression out on. It worked perfectly, for there was just enough furniture that she didn't run out before the night was over, and she was back to herself.
She was happy for the room.
But, just as the second week of the third month passed since Rosie had been found, Rebekah received a strange call.
From Nik.
Neither Rebekah or Kol had told their siblings about Rosie, nor about the fact that the two siblings were actually living together in the same house. The rest of the family assumed that Rebekah was alone and Kol was on the other side of the planet, which was not the case.
But, Nik needed Rebekah to help him with Hope. The child that Kol just found out about had finally been born, but the witches of New Orleans were determined to kill her, and Nik decided to fake his daughter's death and send her away for Rebekah to take care of. Immedaitely, Rebekah wanted to agree, but then Nik told her that she would have to be able to run at any moment, which meant that people would more or less try to find Hope, and therefore find Rosie.
She couldn't have that happen.
So, after speaking with Kol about what they wanted to do about Rosie, they decided that Rebekah would go far away with Hope, possibly a small town that was away from both New Orleans and Colorado, while Kol and Rosie stayed at the house and continued living there. When Rosie found out about this though, she was not happy.
"No!" Rosie said with her new British accent, her brown eyes wide as she stared between Rebekah and Kol, who she had found as a mother and an uncle over the time she had stayed with them. She loved them, surprisingly enough considering that she didn't love easily after everything that's happened.
Rosie was wearing a blue, knee length dress and her blonde hair was in two braids that Rebekah had created. Her teddy bear was clutched tightly in her arms and she had no shoes on her bare feet, as usual. She was wearing her daylight necklace, a beautiful piece of jewelry that Rebekah had picked out for Kol to do the rest. He had gotten a witch to spell it, and Rosie had been excited to go in the sun since she was more in control of her bloodlust. She never ran too far from the house though, knowing what lived in the shadows.
"Why do you have to leave?" Rosie whined, looking up at Rebekah, who had packed a suitcase of things that she would definitely need on the road. It was a small bag, only a carry on because she could compel anything else she really needed. She was wearing a blue sweater and black jeans, coupled with stylish, black wedges that were very comfortable. Her hair was down in blonde curls, and she had little makeup on. Kol was standing off to the side, watching the two girls closely, but watching Rosie more. He could feel that she was getting upset, and when that happened, usually her magic reacted first.
Her magic was also in the works, but doing better with control than before, very similar to her bloodlust.
"You know why, little flower," Rebekah said, using the nickname that she had given the girl shortly after the child had settled in the house. The Original bent down to be at Rosie's height, smiling softly. "I have to help another little girl, just like you."
The little girl frowned even more, not happy with the answer. "But I need you more," Rosie argued, not wanting her Mama to leave her after she had grown so close.
Kol, of all people, had seen how quickly and easily Rosie and Rebekah had gotten along. It was almost immediate. Once Rosie was comfortable in her new surroundings, and after the first month that they had all been living together in a healthy environment, completely opposite of the Lancaster Society, Rosie became more outgoing toward both of them, but more so with Rebekah. The blonde Original was like her mother to the child, which had made Rebekah cry tears of joy the first time that she had called her "Mama."
It was during another session that they were working on reading, when the character of her book had spoken in depth of her mother. Rosie became confused and when Rebekah explained that a mother cared for her child and never let anything hurt them, Rosie had immedaitely thought that Rebekah was her Mama, and she did, even if she knew it wasn't true.
Rebekah almost started crying at the little girl's words, but she shook her head. "No you don't," she said softly, placing her hand against Rosie's cheek affectionately, her blue eyes staring into her brown ones. "You have Kol. But Hope...she doesn't have anybody."
Rosie's lip trembled, shaking her head. "But..."
"You'll be okay," Rebekah said, cutting off Rosie's breakdown before it started, knowing that her magic could come out of the shell that usually surrounded it. "Kol will take care of you, and you both will have so much fun together, okay?"
Rosie sighed, biting her bottom lip to keep it from trembling as she nodded her head. "Okay," she said quietly, and Rebekah smiled softly before bringing Rosie into a quick hug, sighing into the girl's hair.
"I love you, Mama," the girl said, and Rebekah's resolve almost broke then and there. She didn't know how long she would be away from Rosie, and it was killing her, but she had to do this for their family. Rosie would have Kol but Hope needed Rebekah to take her from New Orleans and away from the threats that wanted her dead.
"I love you too, little flower," she said softly before pulling away, standing up again and nodding to Kol. He nodded back.
"See ya later, dear sister," Kol said, and that was as much of a goodbye as she was going to get from him. Their relationship had grown immensely, but it was still a little on the outs at the moment.
"Goodbye Kol," Rebekah said, smiling at Rosie once more before turning and walking out of the front door, leaving it open so that Rosie and Kol could watch her place her bag in the trunk before flashing to the front seat, getting into the driver's side and starting the car. She gave a small wave to the two figures in the threshold and they waved back, Rosie having taken one of Kol's hand for comfort while her other arm was wrapped around Teddy. They watched her take off.
"Well," Kol said after Rebekah's car had disappeared completely in the distance. The night had fallen, and it was getting dark as Kol closed the front door, turning to Rosie with a small smirk. "Looks like it's just you and me, wild one," he said, using his own nickname.
She sighed, but she couldn't help but smirk as well, knowing that it would be fun without Rebekah there to be so cautious of Rosie's safety.
But, neither of them knew that this cautiousness of Rebekah's had kept the Lancaster Society away, and now that she was gone, well... Let's just say that Rosie was going to have a reunion with the group of people that ruined her life forever.
Okay guys, I know that nothing really happened in this chapter, but it was mainly a filler chapter for the next one. I'm probably going to be updating the next chapter shortly after this one so that you guys can get something interesting from the story! I hope you enjoyed the chapter anyway and thanks for reading!