Hi everyone! Here's a brief summary of what this fan fiction is based upon:

My favourite character from the whole of the Twilight saga has always been Rosalie, I have no idea why but I always seem to be drawn to the bitchy/badass characters who are on the good side! Rosalie Hale, Johanna Mason, Isabelle Lightwood etc. I notice in one of the books ( I don't remember which one, maybe eclipse) Rosalie said something about being offended that Edward didn't want to be her partner and lover, because a man that doesn't fall immediately in love with her was very uncommon (as she is ridiculously vain). However I pondered on the thought of what it would be like if Edward had fallen for her and broken it off many decades prior to meeting Bella and the real reason Rosalie "doesn't particularly like her" is because Rosalie is also, unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Edward Cullen. This story is from Rose's point of view and based upon Rosalie's struggles and devastations with her new vampire life and love for Edward Cullen. I've also decided to give Rose the power of insight and retro-cognition, giving her the ability to know anything she wants to know about anyone or anything, the retro-cognition gives her the ability to see into their memories and know everything about anyone or anything in those memories and so on. At the end of some chapters I will explain any messages and symbols that occur as they are quite reflective of the situations. Anyway, let's begin!

This chapter is her transformation :3

Chapter 1

Visions of a fire

I was sitting in a dimmed room, completely empty...no windows, no lights...nothing but me and an aging brown chair. How did I get here? My heartbeat and breathing started to rapidly pick up. How did I get here?! Why can I see? There is no light source anywhere!

I tried to stand up out of the creaking chair but I was stuck, I couldn't lift my feet or raise even a millimeter off of it. While my anxious state and panicked breaths took over my sanity, a single drop of deep, crimson blood fell into my lap, staining the silky white dress I was wearing. I paused, my breathing slowed but I started to shake, staring at the tiny pool of gradually spreading blood seeping through the fabric. I hesitantly looked up, eyes tightly shut to the only place it could've come from, the ceiling. I was dreading what could possibly be above my head, and I knew it couldn't be good.

When I finally had the courage to open my eyes, my heart almost stopped, a breath caught in my throat and my mouth turned dry. Blood...Just blood. It was growing, covering the whole of the ceiling and dripping down the shadowy white walls.

My stomach turned and a sudden rush of nausea enveloped my body. I couldn't move, even if I could I would still have this cold, dark blood continue to fall on me. There's nowhere to go.

I looked down and swallowed, desperately trying to hydrate my parched throat, but it didn't work, if anything it got worse, it stung...it burned.

My hand rushed to my throat and I flinched as the pain became more and more unbearable.

I hadn't even noticed the roaring fire that was blazing in an open fireplace that suddenly appeared about 6ft in front of me. I blinked repeatedly, confused. I was suddenly enshroud with cold, icy air and reached out in aid of warming myself up, but the fire wasn't giving off any heat, not even smoke. But something else caught my eye, next to the fire was a glass filled with water sitting on an small, antique looking table. The burning desire to get up and grab the glass was too much to handle, but I physically couldn't. I shoved my head in my hands and sulked, even my tears burned, like acid or venom.

I wiped my eyes back into focus and quickly gasped out of surprise. There was a girl, a beautiful girl. She was an average height with pale skin,chocolate brown eyes and long, curly, mahogany brown hair that softly fell around her heart-shaped face, and for some reason...I really envied her, but not the fact that she was stuck dangerously close to the fire.

That's when I noticed she was carefully hiding a transparent, cylinder-shaped object that seemed distorted when you looked through it. The glass on the table, was gone. I tried to ask her for help but a only a dry, husky noise sounded from my quivering mouth. She made a confused face and I jumped again as the fire spat flames at the girl and she winced slightly as they touched her slim legs. She lightly lent forward and handed me the object, it was the big, tall glass filled with water, almost enough to put out a fire. I sighed with relief and grabbed the glass from her fragile hands. I greedily started to drain the glass of water, occasionally choking, just trying to desperately extinguish the fire that was burning in my throat.

I heavily gasped, trying to catch my breath after I had inhaled the water, when another wave of sharp flames engulfed the girl's legs. I looked at her to tell her to move when I observed the disappointed look on the beautiful girl's face. What had I done? She took the glass from my hands, carelessly dropped it and didn't break contact with my eyes as it smashed on the white, wooden floor. She didn't do it with anger but with a sense of reluctance. She looked me in the eye and something flickered, almost like a flash of red, and before I could even blink, she was engulfed by the orange flames of the fire. I tried to scream but just like the girl, I didn't make any noise. I just looked pained.

The burning in my throat returned just as more blood from the ceiling started dripping, I looked up again and a few drops fell onto my face and slid down into my eyes. I tightly squeezed them shut and squealed at the unstoppable burn that spread not only through my throat but now into my eyes. I tried opening them, tears streaming down my face from the irritation.

The fire remained but the fireplace did not. Instead, amongst the fierce blaze stood a tall, gold framed mirror. The reflection was me, but something wasn't quite right, my eyes they were-...Red?! The intense flames rose up and surrounded me, burning at my skin, I took a gasp of air and let it out in a glass-shattering scream.

The wooden floor collapsed and I fell, deeper and deeper into the darkness. Falling. My scream continued to shriek into nothingness. Still Falling.

The burning sensation ignited more than it had before, yet I was still falling. Everything happened so fast. The memories of what happened replayed through my mind when I finally understood. The girl didn't just give me the water to drink. She was giving me the choice of greed or saving not just me, but someone else from the fire. But I was too selfish, I was vain...I was a monster.