Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Saga or any of it's characters, though, I wish I did. (:

This story is about Rosalie Hale and how she was transformed into a vampire in Edward's point of view. I might change the POV if I write more, I'm not sure. So, read on!

Edward POV

My legs carried me through the forest, my eyes sweeping the area for any signs of movement, but so far I hadn't seen any such thing. The snow crunched underneath my feet as I slowed to a brisk walk, I had to return soon. Carlisle and Esme are probably worried, for I haven't been home in three days.

The house approached, and I stepped onto our land. A hint of blood filled my nose and the smell was coming from inside Carlisle's house. There were spots on the ground. It was . . . human blood?

I made it to the door, opened it, and stepped in the door. The aroma grew stronger; it burned the back of my throat.

Esme was the first to notice my presence, and near Esme, was Carlisle, and he was hunched over Rosalie Hale. Why would a Hale be inside Carlisle's house? As I neared, I noticed the blood. Her body was battered, and her breathing was labored; like the way Esme was when Carlisle brought her home.

"What the hell happened here? Why is a Hale in our house?" I all but yelled.

Esme walked towards me, and put a small hand on my shoulder.

"Edward, she's been attacked. Royce he . . . he raped her. He beat her, and left her to die. Carlisle came across her when he came from the hospital," Esme said, her voice cracked from her choking back dry tears.

"How long does she have, Carlisle?"

"I have no choice Edward, I'm going to . . . change her," Carlisle said. His face was the same as Esme's, full of sorrow.

"But Carlisle . . . it's Rosalie Hale. You'd have to be . . . insane. She isn't fit for this life. This is absolutely absurd. She would be better off dead." I quickly regretted my words, and I could feel Esme's glare.

"Fine," I paused, "Just do it. Get it over with."

Esme took Rosalie's hand into her own, and Carlisle leaned over Rosalie. He bit her neck as gently as he could, and his tongue sealed the wound off with venom. He repeated the action to her wrists and ankles.

It took less than ten minutes, and I could smell the venom spreading through her veins. He body convulsed in pain, and deep groans came from deep in her chest. A shrill scream escaped from her mouth. Esme grimaced.

"I'm sorry," Carlisle murmured.

Her screams became louder and louder, her face was twisted with pain and agony. I shook my head. I had to leave.

"I'll be back when this is over; I can't bare it."

I ran out of the door and into the cold night's air. I ran until I couldn't hear her scream, and I soon came upon the ocean. The moon reflected off of the water, and it was beautiful.

My throat was now on fire, and I couldn't imagine how black my eyes were. I ran until I crossed the Canadian border. I ran into the thick forest, and I spotted some type of bear. And at this point, I didn't care what type it was.

I collided with the bear, knocking it straight onto the ground. It roared beneath me, and struggled to get up. I snapped it's neck, and it stopped moving. I fed out of the biggest neck vein, and the burning was almost gone completely. I smiled, and wiped my mouth off. Esme would be mad; I ruined another shirt.

I continued walking in the woods, and it got deeper and deeper. And I got lonelier and lonelier. I came across some Canadian town quite a few hours later. The sun was just rising.

There was a music shop nearby, and there were some grand pianos. I rolled up my bloody sleeve, and did the same to the other one. The shop was just opening and I stepped inside.

I could smell the aroma from the wood and the wood polish. It was a bit dusty in the room. And I could also smell tea that the owner was holding.

"May I help you with anything this morning, sir?" The owner said with an accent, which sounded like French.

"No thank you, sir. I'm just browsing through pianos here and there. I'm going to make a purchase soon. But I am not quite sure what I should buy."

The old man smiled, and led me over to a very shiny piano. There was no dust on this one. The black polish shined and it looked to be fairly new.

"We got this one in a few days ago, it plays beautifully. Why don't you play something?" The man said.

I nodded and sat on the bench. My fingers lay on the keys, and I started playing away. I finished the song, and looked over to the man.

"What composition is that?" He asked me.

"I wrote it myself for my mother, Esme. It's her favorite." I said to the man.

"Ah, I see. You can stick around and play for a little bit longer, or you can look at our other selections," The man said and retreated to behind a desk.

I played a few more songs for the man, and we talked for a bit. By that time, it was a little past noon. I dismissed myself, and began walking again. I entered the same woods I came from, and walked until I came across a lake. Which I guessed was one of the great lakes. I sat on its shores and skipped rocks until sundown.

I spent the rest of my night walking through the woods. I reached New York around noon the next morning. And I continued until I reached home.

I didn't hear any screaming. So, I walked inside.

"Edward! You're back," Esme said and walked up to me. She wrapped her arms around me, squeezed me tightly, and then placed a light kiss on my forehead.

"Where's the girl – Err, Rosalie?" I asked Esme.

"We moved her upstairs to one of the extra rooms, Carlisle is up there now with her. The transformation should be complete soon within the next few days," Esme said and smiled.

I shook my head and walked up the stairs. I walked down the long hallway and entered my room.

I flung myself onto the small bed I had simply for thinking, for I had no other use to it. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds around me. I heard a faint heartbeat, and it was coming from the room next to me. Carlisle's mind was racing, he was thinking about what he was going to do with Rosalie Hale.

I think he should just let her go, and we should move.

As I concentrated a bit harder, I heard Esme's pleasant thoughts from the kitchen. She was wiping down the countertops, a job she did about every two days. She was humming a steady melody, a song I presumed of which was just coming from her mind.

After listening for a bit, I sat up quickly and entered the room that Carlisle and Rosalie were in. Carlisle's head snapped up from his book and he looked at me, a small smile played on his lips.

Rosalie lay in the bed, her eyebrows moving together and she would wince in pain every so often.

"How are things going, Carlisle?" I asked him,

"Rosalie is fine, I presume. She stopped screaming a while ago, but she moans in pain every now on then."

I looked at her. Her once rosy cheeks were now turning pale as all of her blood disappeared.

"Ah. I see," I said and I turned on my heal and left the room.

I walked downstairs, and Esme was on the couch looking out the window at the new falling snow. I sat next to her, and she smiled at put an arm around me.

I smiled wryly, and leaned against her. She was thinking about Rosalie and I. Specifically, Rosalie becoming part of the family.

"You know, she isn't really going to want to live with us, right?" I asked Esme.

I knew she wanted Rosalie to live with his, I've read her thoughts many of times to know that she wanted more children as if to replace the one she once lost. She's probably also tired of being the only female in the house.

Esme sighed, a painful expression on her face.

"I know, Edward. But I want to make her as welcome as possible. I hope this doesn't bother you or anything, I really hope it doesn't… I just. I just don't know," She said, looking to me. Her gentle features were still hurt, but she'd lightened up a bit.

"She doesn't like us, Esme. I've read her thoughts too. She is jealous of us I suppose. She thinks we're more attractive than her, and that kills her," I said, looking to Esme.

Esme shook her head. "You know that could all change, right?"

"It's not. This is Rosalie Hale, Esme."

With that, I got up and left Esme sitting on the couch, her expression was confusing. She didn't know what to say, so she said nothing to me.

"I'm going out for a while. I'll come back tomorrow."

I walked out of the house, and Esme was at the window watching me when I looked back, and I took off.

A while later, I arrived back at the ocean. I sat at its shore, and watched as the waves came towards me, but never quite touched. I shook my head, and I stripped of my shirt, leaving my chest exposed to the ocean.

I ran to it at full force, the water splashing at my feet and hitting the tips of my fingers. I was waist deep and I stopped. It wasn't cold, and it was kind of pleasant feeling to my body.

After a while, I was at least one hundred feet down. I didn't see much, a few fish here and there. I sat on the ocean floor, but only ended up floating back towards the surface. I closed my eyes and floated for a long time.

I had a lot to think about, and not a long time.

The next time I opened my eyes, the sun was high in the sky. I had drifted closer to shore, but defiantly not close enough to touch.

I swam towards the shore, and it looked to be about noon. My shirt was still lying on the rocks, and I picked it up. I buttoned it back up, and tried to make myself look presentable.

I ran towards the house at full force so no one could see me, and by the time I got there, I was just about dry.

I opened the door, and sure enough, Esme was in the kitchen. She was sitting at the table, reading some sort of book, or maybe a magazine.

Esme glanced at me, and a warm smile spread across her face.

"Welcome back, Edward," She paused, "Why do you smell like… fish water? Have you been in the ocean?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah, I guess I was."

She smiled, "Go upstairs and change. Hand me your clothes when you are done with your shower and I'll wash them. Dress your best, Rosalie should be waking up soon."

I nodded and ran up the stairs, and into my room. I shed my clothes in the bathroom and turned the shower on. Waiting for it to heat up, I examined myself in the mirror. My hair was matted to head, and part of it was frozen from running so fast and it being wet.

I stepped in the shower, the warmness enveloping me. It felt good, and because of the coolness of my body, I began to steam. I grabbed the soap, and lathered myself up.

I quickly finished, and dried myself off. I put on some gray pants and a white shirt.

Esme was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, and I handed my clothes to her. She smiled and headed towards the washroom and I headed to the room that Carlisle and Rosalie were in.

Carlisle looked up at me and greeted me with a warm smile. I smiled back and kneeled on the floor next to him.

"How much longer until she wakes up?" I asked, looking at him.

He studied Rosalie for a good minute, his forehead creasing with thought that I didn't read.

"I would say at sundown, her heart has completely stopped as you can hear. She hasn't moved much, but I can defiantly tell that she is changing," Carlisle said.

I looked over Rosalie's small frame. She was pretty tall, but slim. Her blonde ringlets curled around her face, and her red cheeks were shaped in a slight frown. Her eyes closed and her long black eyelashes swept her face. For a minute, she looked peaceful.

Then, Rosalie Hale opened her crimson eyes for the first time.

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