As y'all know by my other story, I love OCs! There's endless possibilities with OCs and I got this idea a few days ago and wanted to start writing it. I know it's ambitious and not that good (I think?) to be writing two stories at once, but I will continue to update both! I will try to update 'An Obstinate Addition' every other Sunday starting next Sunday and this story every other Thursday . All depending how busy I am with school and basketball, which means I may not be able to stick to a schedule. So, I apologize if you were looking forward to more consistent updates of my other story or whatever, but I think you guys will enjoy this one too! I hope :p

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-Rosalie's POV, 1935-

I halted to a stop abruptly, satisfied with the distance I made from the house. I gazed to the sky above me, seeing the sun shining bright whilst there were only a few clouds in the sky. If I wasn't so thirsty, perhaps I would've stayed a bit, sat in a tree somewhere to enjoy the sun.

I smelled bears nearby, which meant I was deep within this unknown forest I was currently in, in some unknown state. I was probably a few hundred miles away from Carlisle, Esme, and Edward. The thought brought a smile of relief, as my distance meant that my thoughts were safe from Edward.

Now I could curse at them freely.

Well, not curse. That's a bit harsh.

Now I could...think about other things without them having to worry.

I didn't want to curse them; at least not anymore.

Two years ago I wanted to, and did so almost every day.

However, my stubbornness and bitterness towards them has slowly started to subside, as I think I have finally truly come to accept them.

It was either truly accept them or be alone, and I couldn't bare the latter.

There was no way I could handle myself alone with humans. I was still relatively young, although not a newborn. That didn't matter, though, since I had nowhere near the same self-control as Esme, Edward, or Carlisle.

Not to mention that I would not be comfortable in a new coven. Although I was still a bit upset at Carlisle for changing me and destroying any authentic humanity I had within me, he was my creator and I felt this innate bond with him. Not to mention that the three of them were vegetarians, which was I wanted to be.

If I were to be stuck in this life for all eternity, I was not going to hunt humans and risk doing this same deed to them.

My thoughts were interrupted, my nose crinkling up as I caught an appetizing scent. This scent was not bear...it was something else, something even more delicious.

I felt my stomach drop a little when the scent was followed by an agonized scream of pain.

My feet moved without my permission; headed towards the scent and screams.

I had found the source within less than a second, and the scene was grim.

A man before me was being attacked by a large grizzly bear. I froze, simply watching the scene before me and listening to his screams.

Those eventually drowned out as I focused on his face; on his features.

He was large. Not simply muscular and above an average height, but from the looks of it, he was extremely sturdy and tall. His dark hair was a curly, sweaty mess. His forehead showed even more sweat, as well as some blood, and my eyes trailed down to his cheeks. Dimples were present upon his cheeks, as he was wincing in pain from the bear on top of him, mauling him. He was a stranger, yet for some reason, his innocent face and boyish features reminded me of someone I once knew.

I felt my mouth slightly open in awe as it came to me.

Henry; Vera's little son.

Oh, yes—Henry! Oh how I missed him and Vera…

"Someone!" the man in front of me cried, his voice breaking. "Please! Help!"

He had yet to see me. How could he see me? He was obviously preoccupied with trying to pry the hungry, angry beast atop him off, but was failing miserably.

The smell of his blood filled my nose and my mouth watered, venom running down the sides of my inner cheeks. My throat burned: bad.

As bad as my first few minutes as a newborn. My instincts and throat compelled me to move forward, to taste his blood. He was in front of me, already dying. All I had to do was get rid of the bear, and then he was all mine…

My little bit of humanity, however, compelled me to do something else.

I was a vampire; I could travel extremely fast and could carry anything—even this large man before me. I could take him to Carlisle within seconds, Carlisle would change him, he would…

He would become just like me.

If I took this familiar stranger to Carlisle and asked him to change him, Carlisle would not try to talk me out of it. That I knew. He would just do it. Without a single moment of hesitation, Carlisle would bite this man and subject him to even more pain.

Who was I to make this decision for him? To turn him into the monster that I was once turned into? To ruin his life?

My feet were planted to the ground as I watched the man in front of me continue to get torn apart. Each scream brought me back to my transformation, to my own screams; I flinched each time the man in front of me cried out.

I wanted to look away, to stop watching this brutal execution. On the other hand, I couldn't. I couldn't look away from the man's pained face. It was too similar to Henry's for my gaze to break. This moment was almost bittersweet to me; I was watching this poor man get mangled by this bear, but this was a moment of remembrance for me. Of the life I used to have.

I felt a ping of guilt for being selfish—using this man's suffering to remind myself of my own life, but quickly pushed the guilt away. It would be more guilty if I were to bring him to Carlisle and trap this man in eternity forever.

I almost took a step forward, thinking that maybe he would take it well. Maybe this familiar stranger before me would be alright with this life.

But I stopped myself; I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he wasn't alright with this life. I didn't want to do to him the thing that made me so cold and bitter.

I had to plug my nose after a few seconds of watching this, as the smell was becoming too much for me to handle. His screams only continued and I became angry—why was this taking so long? How long does it take for an imprudent bear to end a life? I can easily take down a deer in less than five seconds.

I sighed, stopping myself.

I suppose this was better than Carlisle changing him. That would be a three day process to end his life.

I almost took a step forward again, tempted to end the man myself. If I couldn't bring him to Carlisle, why not just end it quicker for him?

However, I knew that if I got close to the man with the appetizing human scent, I don't know if I'd be able to control myself.

The man screamed for help again, causing me to flinch again. I continued to watch the gruesome picture in front of me; the bear was not letting up and the man's agony was only increasing.

I fidgeted, the itch to want to bring him to Carlisle returning and causing my face to scrunch up in pity.

Alright, oh goodness, alright.

I was going to bring him to Carlisle. This man would survive the trip, we would be there in almost no time. He had already been here, being attacked by the bear, for a minute or so. He would survive another few minutes.

I would tell Carlisle about how I find him and beg him to change the man. Not that I would need to beg; Carlisle would do it without the pleading. But I would be so frantic and shook up that I would beg desperately, maybe causing Carlisle to act faster than he normally would, making sure that he would save the familiar stranger in time.

Sure, the man would be in pain for a few days, but I wouldn't leave his side. I'd stay with him, caress his soft cheek, run my thumb over where his dimple was, and calmly explain what was happening to him. Maybe he would listen, maybe he wouldn't, but it wouldn't matter. Once he changed, I'd explain again—like Carlisle did for me.

I would take this man on his first hunt. Perhaps we'd come back here and get some revenge on nearby bears. Hopefully, we wouldn't come across any humans.

I smiled at my thoughts, his screaming drowning out once again as I thought of the possibilities with this man.

It was decided, then.

I focused back to reality, hearing the man's screams again, and tried to walk forward.

My legs wouldn't move, however.

I was stuck. I once again felt completely planted in the ground. My mind was made up, I now wanted to help this man.

Nevertheless, I still couldn't move.

My mind was made up, but my humanity now had a different stance on the situation.

This was selfish. A pure, selfish act.

If I were to bring him to Carlisle, it would be the most self-absorbed act I would ever make.

I couldn't do it. This man; he wouldn't be able to consent. He was only focused on the bear on top of him. Anything I said to him would simply go in one ear and out the other.

If I could cry, I know I would be bawling right about now due to the situation.

There was no way to win. No matter what I chose, there was a con to it.

However, if I chose to not help this man, at least I could say I wasn't selfish.

My feet finally moved, but only when I moved to turn around. My back turned, I walked forward; headed in the opposite direction of the familiar stranger and his attacker. The screams were still present and they caused my to shudder. In response, I ran forward, putting as much distance between myself and the scene that caused me such headache. I could still hear the screams which only forced my body to strain harder, running even faster. I didn't dare stop and turn around, knowing that if I did, I would want to bring the man to Carlisle.

It seemed like hours, although it was a few minutes, before I reached the house. My swarm of thoughts must have been heard by Edward a minute or so ago, since Carlisle was waiting for me when I returned home.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice dripping with concern and his brows slanted in worry.

"Nothing," I mumbled, brushing past him and heading inside. He quickly followed behind me and sighed.

"Rosalie, Edward told me you were worried about a young man," he said and I stifled the urge to groan, my eyes darting towards Edward. He was standing in the dining room, watching. "Where is he?"

"It's nothing. He was just a human I found while hunting," I said, my throat still burning. I didn't even feed while I was out. I was too caught up with...

I looked to Edward again, his eyes carefully on me. He was reading my thoughts right now.

"Is he ok?" Carlisle asked.

"Yes," I lied shortly.

"No he's not," Edward interjected.

"Stay out of my head!" I hissed at him, my anger beginning to simmer.

Carlisle put a hand softly on my shoulder, rubbing it lightly. "Rosalie, if you want-" he started, but I stopped him quickly.

"No," I said, pointing a finger dangerously at him. "I'm not going to do that to him."

"You know I would for you," Carlisle said, his eyes docile and worried. "Maybe it would be good for you to...have someone."

I stared at Carlisle for a little bit, my throats beginning to tighten in a different way. It was no longer tight due to thirst; it was tight due to my somberness.

"No," I repeated, choking out the word with difficulty. "I may not be able to change what happened to me, but I can change what happens to other. I'm not going to make someone into this!" I shouted, motioning to all of us, including Esme, who had appeared next to Edward when she heard the commotion. I left them abruptly, going to my room and shutting it behind me with force.

A/N: I'm probably going to update this chapter to make it a bit more descriptive and a little longer, but I just wanted to get out the first chapter to see if you guys would like it or not. Please give feedback, thanks!