A/N: I really can't stand Rosalie, so I just kind of made her disappear...I had to put someone in there. Its very AU but I don't really care. I have to have some kind of artistic license.

Disclaimer: You probably should be glad I don't own Twilight. If I did everyone would have a pronounced southern accent.

They were talking about me again. Not that I blamed them. I'd be worried too if Ed or Jazz hadn't left their room except to hunt in nearly a year. One would think they would be quieter about it though. Even now, the only reason I hunted was to keep myself from hurting Charlie and Nessie. If it wasn't for that I would be fine to stay in my room and wallow. The only people I would talk to were Edward and Bella-I didn't have a choice with Edward; he could hear what I was thinking anyway. Bella, I just talked to because she knew how I felt. She had dealt with the same thing when Ed had left her. The only difference was Edward had abandoned Bella for her own good. Rosie abandoned me because she had fallen for someone else.

Vampires aren't actually supposed to change. Even Carlisle had only heard of anything like it once or twice. Rosalie had picked me. She loved me at first sight, same as I loved her. When vampires mate, we mate for life…or death…eternity or whatever. Apparently that's not always the case.

Rosie, Alice, Jazz, and I had taken a trip to Milan. It was fashion week there or some nonsense. The girls were going to get new ideas for their closets. I knew I should have just stayed at home with everyone else, but Rosie and Alice were so excited, and to see my Rosie happy was my greatest joy. Jasper was going because he hardly ever left Alice's side. End the end it was good that he and Alice had decided to tag along. They were the only reason I came home.

Alice saw Him coming before I did. We were at a fashion show wrap party, in the ballroom of some prissy hotel. I wanted to leave and hunt whatever was local, but Rosalie was in her element. All of a sudden Alice, who had been talking to one of the models, materialized at my side.

"We have to go, now," She stated. She looked bewildered, and slightly pissed. I wondered what she had seen.

Rosalie wasn't having any of it. "Do you think for one second, I'm leaving now?" She asked. Not for the first time did I wish she wasn't so bigheaded. She liked having people ask her if she wanted to model.

"What's going on Alice?" Jasper asked, worried. "Are we in danger?"

She looked uncomfortable, and still she was trying to hurry us. Rosie had walked off to powder her nose again or something. "Not exactly," she told us. "But we should still get Rosie and get out of here before-" Her words cut off and her face fell. "Oh no…" She was looking over to the other side of the ballroom.

At first I thought she was having another vision, and I wondered what could be happening; then I looked to Jasper and realized that he had the exact same look on his face. I followed their eyes and saw what the problem was. Rosie was dancing with someone else. Not just someone…another vampire. That was what Alice had seen? I couldn't believe it-not my Rosie- but I could see the change had been made. Besides, Rosie hated dancing with me. She said I lumbered too much. This guy was totally not lumbering. He made Edward look clumsy.

What did Alice see happening though? Surely Rosalie was coming home with us? The look on her face told me something different. What I wouldn't give to have had Edward there with us, so I could at least hear Rosie's thoughts. I steeled myself for what was coming next. I had never dealt with someone leaving me.

"What do I do? I cause confrontation, humans could die…" I trailed off, looking at Alice.

She nodded glumly. "We go back to the hotel, and pray she follows us soon."

"Sounds good to me," Jasper agreed. The look on his face was relieved. He had been uneasy there from the start.

So, that's what we did. We waited, and waited, and waited. I paced holes in the floor. And she still didn't come back.

Finally, about five o' clock in the morning, she retuned. With the guy. I was pissed.

So, it seemed, was Alice. She dragged Rose out on the balcony and was cussing her for all she was worth. And she was worth a lot to me. I was glad she was doing it quietly so we couldn't hear. The only problem was that she left the offending vampire standing here with us. At least he was looking uncomfortable. To add to the issue, his eyes were red. Very red. He had been hunting recently. It made me wonder, how many Bellas had he killed?

Jasper was the first one to speak. I could feel him trying to calm me, but it wasn't quite working. "And you are?" He asked, giving the stranger an appraising look. I could tell that he was thinking along the same lines as me.

"I am Giovanni," he said with a clear Italian accent. Great. Smooth looking and an accent. How the hell was I supposed to compete with this guy?

Thankfully Rose and Alice chose this time to make an entrance, Alice looking frustrated and Rosalie furious. Rosie looked at me and sighed. "Could we have a second, please?" She asked, looking at the others. Jasper nodded, dragging Alice out of the room. He glared at Giovanni until he had no choice but to follow. My Rosie looked at me and put the nails in my coffin. "I'm leaving," she said simply. "I'm tired of having to blend in. I want to stand out. I'm tired of having to play a part. I'm tired of ignoring my nature. I just want to be me."

"And you can't do that with me?" I asked. She looked aggravated. She obviously wanted me to take this in stride. I was tired of doing as she asked. I had always given her anything her conceited heart desired. Then when she was done, that was it? No way. Not cool. "I'm leaving if you like it or not, so you might as well like it." She looked at me scornfully. Still, I could see the hurt in her eyes. Did she truly want to leave me? I couldn't let her go without a fight.

"You're just gonna leave me like this Rosie? What do you want me to do?"

She steeled herself for what she was about to say, like it was actually going to hurt her. "I don't care." She stated, like she was talking about what shoes she was wearing. "Just as long as you do it without me."

And with that sentence, the coffin was shut.