Reviews:

First off, thank you for the reviews, although the first one is hard to tell the positive or negative connotation.

Cheleyk8 - Rosalie definitely won't always be like that, lol.

Confusinggemini612 - Unfortunately, I don't have a planned pairing yet, but I do have some ideas. I'm leaning towards making her partner with someone from Twilight, but definitely not Edward. Though he is much more tolerable as Edythe. Hmmm...

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. All rights go to Stephenie Meyer.


Mystic Falls, Virginia

The Mikaelsons huddled in the small room, watching their mother and wife as she crouched over a map on the table, muttering an incantation. Her eyes were closed, her arms were out wide, and the topper they decided to use for the spell spun with the woman's words.

"Où tu fuis. A pouvoir la trouver. Yonn souri nan zeb. Où tu fuis, A pouvoir la trouver. Yonn souri nan zeb." The topper stopped spinning, breaking from its string as it violently landed on a spot in the state of Washington. The lock of hair - a thing Esther had insisted on taking from each of her children while they were still human, serving itself useful for a situation like this - vanished in a fast-moving ball of flame.

Finn stepped forward and carefully removed the topper, keeping an eye on the tiny rip it made in the paper. "Clallam county," he announced, not daring to look away for fear of losing the spot that marked where his precious sister was. He still could not wrap his mind around the fact that she was alive; no one could. They had all watched her get bitten all those centuries ago, only none of them had known she had been like them; an indestructible vampire, an Original.

"Good," Kol clapped his hands once, pushing himself off the wall he leant against, more than eager to find his sister. "Let's go then."

As Kol turned, the Mikaelson children following, Esther's voice stopped them. "Wait," she said, lowering her voice as she whispered to herself. "It was too easy."

"You think it's a trap," Mikael surmised, his hand coming up on the small of his reconciled wife's back.

"Of course I do. The first thing I saw when I crossed to the other side was my child's death. If I had followed the scoundrel who took her body, I would know exactly where she is, but I believed she'd cross later, so I stayed and mourned." Esther wiped a tear from her eye as she turned to face them. "I've spent a thousand years wondering where she might be, and here her location is with the drop of a topper. It cannot possibly be this easy."

"So what, the spell lied?" Finn snorted. "Magic doesn't lie."

"No, but the witch can."

Rebekah sighed impatiently. "What are you getting at, mother?"

"Haven't any of you wondered as to why she hasn't come back if she's still alive? We all know your sister- we all know she would be here if she could."

"Someone has her," Elijah realized.

"Not someone," Kol hissed. "A bloody witch!" He walked up to Esther, stopping just an inch from her face. "That's it isn't it? A witch has got her?" His expression was hard but his eyes were pleading.

"Let us relax for a moment," Elijah said, always the peacekeeper. He looked into Esther's eyes. "What business would a witch have with Isabel?"

"What a witch always wants," the Mikaelson matriarch answered regretfully. "To eradicate the vampire species and set the course of nature back onto its path."


Forks, Washington

"Are you out of your mind?" Alice screeched as she watched Rosalie pick Isabel up in her arms, bridal style.

"No," Rose answered simply. "Believe me, I've done us all a favor." She nodded to the limp body in her arms, the skin veined with grey. "Including her."

"Rose," Alice whined, all but stomping her foot. "She's meant to be my best friend!"

Emmett, who had been otherwise silent, looked at her confusedly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that she's supposed to be my friend, a mate to Edward, and another member of our family."

Before she finished, Rose was already shaking her head. "No, Alice. Your visions showed you Isabella Swan. This is Isabel, whatever her last name is, and she's been parading around as the Chief's dead daughter."

Alice gasped, both hands flying to and clapping over her mouth. "Do you think she…she k-kill-"

Rosalie shook her head again. "I checked the records. Isabella Swan died two days after she was born of asphyxiation. This girl convinced Charlie that she was his apparent not-dead daughter."

Alice crossed her arms, regarding Rosalie curiously. "And how exactly did she convince him she was Isabella if he more than likely saw his own baby's corpse?"

"I'll explain later, but right now, we need to get home and tell Carlisle." Rosalie ran out of the school as fast as she could to avoid anyone seeing her carry Isabel's unconscious form.

Alice and Emmett stayed behind for a few seconds, and the latter opened his mouth to speak. "Rose called Isabel an Original. What is that?"

"I don't know," Alice answered distractedly, pulling her phone from her pocket. "But I'm willing to bet Carlisle does. Call him home from the hospital and I'll text Edward and Jas."


Rose burst through the front door to the Cullen manor, immediately making her way to the couch. As a vampire, she was quite literally able to move mountains, but this girl weighed a thousand tons.

Esme, who had been the only one home, came in from the garage after fiddling with the damper for a project she and Rosalie had been working on. She had a towel in her hands, wiping away the smudges of oil and grease. There was but a single stain on her shirt, and her hair did not look like that of a person who spent the last thirty minutes underneath a car.

She had heard Rosalie's arrival and came into the house to investigate. When she caught the scent that was not a vampire's but not a human's, her hands' grip on the towel became deadly. Esme smiled tightly as she set the rag on the counter so she wouldn't shred it. "Rose," she said, the sugary sweetness quickly slipping from her tone. "Explain."

Esme was generally not a stern or strict person, not unless the boys pushed her limits. So this was not a voice she often heard from the woman, and when she did, even the great Rosalie Hale quaked in her boots. Not this time. No, this was much more serious, and she had to wait until Carlisle got home to explain.

"I can't."

She knew Esme did not like that answer but the woman nodded and asked something else instead. "Do you need anything?"

Rose glanced at Isabel, frowning at the dark grey, almost black, veins that covered every inch of visible skin. They were fading. It wouldn't be long before Isabel would wake up. She needed to find something to keep her down. Killing an original was impossible, though killing her was the furthest thing from Rose's mind, but she knew of a weakness that applied to all vampires.

She was not a fool, she and her family were knock-off versions of real vampires, and those with golden or red eyes and pale skin were just Cold Ones. She counted herself lucky, though, that the two species' did not carry the same weaknesses. Rose thought of Esme's garden. "Do you have any vervain?" she asked, looking over her shoulder to where her mother hovered.

Was hovering. Esme was gone and back in a flash, this time wearing gloves and holding a bundle of vervain. While the herb did not burn them like vampires, they did feel a slight tingling sensation, almost like nerves on the edge of idleness.

Rose stood, glancing behind her at Isabel and the fading grey veins. She didn't have time for gloves. Esme handed her the vervain and she crumbled them in her fist before dropping the crushed plant into her pocket. She ran to the stove in the kitchen, pulled a thrice-used saucepan from a cabinet, and set it on top, turning the knob all the way to high. She stepped to the faucet and gathered as much water as she could in her hands and dropped it in the pan. She silently thanked Esme for buying the best stove as it was at full heat in only two minutes.

She shoved her hand into her pocket, removing the vervain and sprinkling it into the boiling water. Rose flashed to the living room where Isabel lay motionless on the couch, and removed the halved wooden beam. As fast as she had ever moved, she ran back to the kitchen and dipped the tip into the water, allowing it to sit for only three seconds.

When she made it back to the living room, she saw Isabel's finger twitch. Her skin was pale, almost completely returned to normal. Rose threw herself on top of the girl and shoved the stake into her heart just as Isabel's eyes opened. She made eye contact with her as her light grey skin once again turned dark. Those eyes held such emotion; confusion, anger, bewilderment, and above all...a deep-seeded loneliness.

But the emotions faded, her eyes becoming glassy. She used two fingers to close them, unable to look at the blank, lifeless stare.

Rosalie Hale was strong, proud, stubborn, and fiercely protective of those she loved. She was aloof and openly hostile to humans and potential threats. So, she couldn't, for the life of her, understand why she hated seeing the pain in Isabel's eyes. The girl would have good reason to be vengeful toward her and possibly her family by extent. But it hurt her to see Isabel hurt.

She was cold, calculating, loyal down to the bone. Some part of her felt like she was betraying her family by feeling anything other than 'Rosemotions' as Emmett had so kindly called her emotions. Her default setting was vanity, anger, hostility, and snarkiness. With this girl she didn't feel any of these things. She felt wary and hesitant, but also hopeful, happy, and intrigued.

A car's smooth engine, thanks to yours truly, came up their long, gravel road. She inhaled lightly. Carlisle. His speed was faster than it typically was, more frantic and worried. Right behind his car she heard another, more guttural engine. Edward's Volvo. Well at least she wouldn't have to explain herself twice.

The garage door opened and Carlisle pulled in, careful to park perfectly, as always. Edward drove like a maniac down the road - she knew he was the driver because he never let anyone even touch the keys to his precious Volvo - and didn't bother parking in the garage. Doors slammed and heavy footsteps approached the house.

The first one to come in was Carlisle. "Rosalie, what is-" He cut himself off as he caught sight of Isabel on the couch. Incredulous, he turned to her, a million questions behind his eyes. "Wha- Ho- Why?" She had never seen Carlisle speechless before, and she would've found it funny had it not been for the staked Original on their couch.

"She was at school. Alone."

He jerked, moving at once to kneel next to Isabel's prone form. Carlisle looked at her as she came to his side. "Are you sure?"

Rose nodded. "I didn't catch any of their scents."

By now, the rest of her siblings had come inside. She felt Jasper's projected trepidation and she hissed quietly, not one to ever appreciate having her emotions manipulated.

"Rosalie," Carlisle sighed, his gaze still on Isabel as he stood up. "Why did you bring her here?"

Rose rolled her eyes, the answer obvious in her mind. "She could've been a danger."

Carlisle's eyes snapped to her. "If she is? We have no means to stop her. The only thing that could possibly detain her is a dagger dipped in the ash of the White Oak tree. Only a handful of the daggers exist and I can say without a doubt that they are in the hands of the hybrid." He ran a hand through his neatly styled blond hair. "This act alone," he said, gesturing wildly behind him, "is enough to incite a war."

"A war?" Alice exclaimed, eyes nearly bulging from their sockets. "We have to put her back. Put her back and run and never look back."

"Uh- hate to interrupt," Emmett said, not sounding abashed in the least. "But um...care to fill us in? White Oak tree? Daggers? Hybrid? I'm lost."

Carlisle walked to the other side of the room so he could face his family as one. "You all know we are officially called, 'Cold Ones'. We need blood like vampires. We're fast, strong, and impenetrable, and we are not without our weaknessess. Just like vampires. But we are not. This girl," he said, waving a hand in the general direction of Isabel, "is."

"Is she dead?" Emmett asked, his gaze falling onto the unconscious Original.

"No," Rose answered. She glanced at Carlisle, who nodded, and she began the story. "A thousand years ago, a witch named Esther created the vampire species. Over time, the specific details have been lost, but the overall story remains. She created five vampires with the blood of a human. They were strong, fast, and deadly. What Esther didn't account for was their immediate need for blood."

"What sets them apart from us?" Esme asked.

"For one, they are truly immortal," Carlisle answered, taking over for Rosalie. "Unlike the vampires they later sired, they do not burn in the sun. Their only known weakness is the wood from the White Oak tree. However, the first thing they did was burn it to the ground. That's why the ash will render them unconscious but won't hurt them; it's not the tree in its purest form."

"I've heard rumors of these vampires before, from a man named Damon, whom I had met in the Civil War. He had contacted me decades later after finding out what I had become. In his letter, where he caught me up on his life, he had written how his brother, Stefan, had fallen for an Original. Then he went on to explain just what an 'Original' was. They're a family," Jasper revealed.

"A family?" Alice repeated.

The blond nodded. "The five original vampires are siblings. Esther was their mother."

Emmett visibly blanched. "So we have a thousand year old vampire lying unconscious on our couch? And you're saying she's," he pointed to Isabel, "one of these 'Originals'?"

Jasper nodded again. "Holy Shit!" Emmett exclaimed, his shocked eyes landing on Isabel's body.

Rosalie couldn't have said it better herself.


Clallum County, Washington

The Mikaelson family stood just inside the border of Clallum County. Mikael looked down at the map in his hands, squinting as he tried to find a more accurate location. Nothing. He sighed and folded the map, tucking it into the pocket of his dress pants. "We have three cities to search," he said, gaining the attention of his wife and children. "Sequim, Port Angeles, and Forks."

He was slightly hesitant to say the last name, and as expected, he heard a snort from Kol. "Forks? That's right up there with Condom, France."

Rebekah rolled her eyes. "A thousand years and you're still as immature as you were when you were eight."

"What can I say? It's my specialty."

"Annoying us? You couldn't be more right."

Elijah's lip quirked, threatening a smile but he forced it down. "Enough. Our focus should be on finding Isabel."

"For once, I agree with you, brother," Klaus said, walking forward.

"Where are you going?"

Klaus looked over his shoulder, grinning at Elijah. "To find our sister." Before anyone could blink, he sped off.

Mikael sighed once more before pulling out and unfolding the map. He looked up, and down, then up. Then down again. "He's headed to Sequim. Someone should-"

"I'll go with him," said Rebekah, and before anyone could argue, she was gone.

Mikael thought for a moment, pairing up the children of his that were least likely to fight with each other. "Esther, Finn, and I will go to Port Angeles. Elijah and Kol will search Forks."

They all nodded, Kol albeit reluctantly, and set off.


A/N - I really hope to get to some more action and the juicy bits soon. I know that's what you're all here for.

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- Alruix