Yo,

This is a collection of "songfics" kinda, I probably won't ever mention the lyrics or anything, but the stories are still based on the songs. Songs by a favorite band of mine, Panic! at the Disco. (The album A Fever You Can't Sweat Out.) These are most-likely all going to be non-canon pairings (RosaliexCarlisle, AlicexEmmett, JacobxLeah. ect...) I don't know if there will be any Breaking Dawn spoilers, I hope not, in any of these stories. (And to those of you who haven't read it yet, shame on you. xD I've already read that whole 768 pages twice. xDD)

!!OH YEAH: I'm not Stephenie Meyer, nor do I have any rights to P!atD's music. These storylines are mine, though. -hisses-

love,kai

Okay, so this first story is RosaliexCarlisle. Rah, rah, rah. It's short, because the first track on this album is 37 seconds long. How much story could you possibly pull from 37 seconds? I listened to this 37-second song about eighty times. xD

This takes place before Rosalie saved Emmett, so the only vampires there are Edward, Rosalie, Esme, and Carlisle. Remember, this took place a long, long time ago. (Kinda. xD)

And last, but really not least. See, I put this last because people usually read what's last.

A big THANKS to my beta, Sarah the Confused.

THANK YOU.

And on with the story...

Introduction: RPOV

Who did that Edward think he was? How dare He reject me. I'm the prettiest, most amazing, fabulous, dirty... tainted... unwanted person... in... the world...

Tearless sobs ripped through my chest as I relived my worst nightmare.

Royce's hands, traveling my body, his... friend's hands following suit, pulling at my hair, coming closer as I screamed for them to stop, entering me in a way I had never wanted...

My mind jolted back to reality as I heard a fuzzy screeching coming from the second floor of our house. No, it was Carlisle's house. I couldn't belong here. Everyone here had a purpose, a reason for living. Edward had Carlisle and Carlisle had Esme who had her child, Edward. A full circle where I could not fit in.

I noticed the iron grip I had on a throw pillow I had grabbed from the couch I was sitting on. I choked again, pressing my nails into my skin, anything to suppress the memories.

It only made them worse.

I felt the couch move slightly under me, and my wide, frightened eyes found Carlisle sitting beside me. I shuddered slightly, the loud, fuzzy noise roaring again as it has moments ago, and then dying down.

"Edward is trying to fix his radio." Carlisle explained, and his eyes searched mine as I nodded. I think he was looking for what I wanted, for what I needed...

"Are you alright?" He asked me quietly, and I nodded swiftly.

"Even though I killed them, Carlisle, even though I have their blood on my hands, they still haunt me! How is that so? Why couldn't I lose that memory, too? Why can I not forget?!" I was yelling at him now, and Edward's cursed radio flared again. This time I recognized the static like sound of trumpets.

"It's never going to get better!" I exclaimed, "I will always, always remember! This is just the beginning of my suffering!" My tearless cries echoed off of the walls, and Carlisle grabbed my hands, his eyes trained on mine.

He gently pressed his lips against mine, but my body completely shut down and rejected him. Carlisle was for Esme. He pulled away slowly, a slightly confused and apologetic look on his face.

"It will get better, Rosalie. Give it time, this is only the introduction."

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