Hello. This is an AU of Twilight and, just in case I get some things wrong, Titanic.

This is femslash, Rosalie and Bella. No like? No read.

Also, cause I know some who don't like this...Bella goes by her middle name, which is Gabriel in here. Why she doesn't go by Isabella/Bella is explained in the first chapter and hinted at throughout the fic.

Bella looks like my Avatar Image.

Also, possible G!P. Don't know if there will be, just a warning in case I decide to do that.

Hope u enjoy, don't forgot to R/R


The sun shined brightly, it's rays breaking through the clouds and soaring towards a mammoth of a ship. This was The Titanic, the greatest ship that has ever been made. It looked like a mountain, rising from the depths of the sea. Crewmen moved across it's deck, but they looked like ants compared to the size of the steamer. A massive crowd was on the pier, waiting to climb aboard the ship. Touring cars and other vehicles were swung onto the ship via crane. Horsedrawn carriages slowly made there way through the crowd, it's atmosphere one of giddiness and excitement. All around, people said heartfelt goodbyes. One of the carriages came to a stop at the foot of the stairs that led up to the ship. The driver scurries about and opens the door.

Out steps a young woman dressed in a snow white and deep purple outfit, with an enormous feather hat atop her head. Long, blonde locks cascaded down her shoulders. She was stunning, looking no more then seventeen and yet appeared to be the regal of beauty. She had piercing brown eyes, with specks of gold swirling about. Those eyes look upon the Titanic, taking it all in with cool appraisal. "I don't see what all the big fuss is about." She said, her voice sounding like velvet. On the other side of the carriage, a man steps out. His hair was a bronze like color, his eyes sea blue. He was the heir of the Cullen fortune, Edward. He was a very arrogant, yet rich, man. "You can be blind about a lot of things Rosalie." He tells the blonde haired woman. "This is the Titanic, over hundred feet long. Home to squash courts, a Parisian cafe and even Turkish baths." He told her, his voice showing his smirk. He turns around and offers his hand to Judy Hale, Rosalie's mother. "Your daughter is very hard to impress, Judy." Edward says. Judy just rolls her eyes and gazes at the mammoth of a ship. "So, this is the ship they say will never sink?" She asks, her voice skeptical. "It will never sink, even God himself couldn't sink this ship." Edward tells Judy, his voice full of arrogance.

Behind Judy, two servants step behind her. Edward's driver, the one who drove the carriage, stands by his master.

An older looking gentleman comes up to the group. "Sir, you'll have to check your baggage at the main terminal." Edward just shrugs and hands the man a fiver. The older man nods, "I have faith you seek no ill. Good day sir." He says. Edward just nods. The man whistles and cargo handlers come running. Edward breezes by, leaving them to scramble to grab there bags. "We had better hurry up. This way." Edward said, motioning his hand over his shoulder to follow him. They move through the crowd, going to first class.

Jane, Rosalie's maid, hustles behind them. Her hands holding bags of her mistress's things that were to delicate for the baggage handlers.

Edward leads the small group, shoving the people in front of him to the side. He didn't care though, since they were the lower class and therefore..below him. He gets startled, however, by two smalls boys running past him. And a second later, an older gentleman runs past him as he tries to catch up to the young boys. Edward holds his nose, "Seems that swine forgot to take a bath." He joked. Judy sighed, "Well, if you didn't take forever with booking everything at the last instant, we'd be on board by now." She pointed out. "Not running along the dock, like some sort of immigrant family." Edward just shrugged, "All part of my charm." He said. He looked over his shoulder, "Beside's, it's your daughter who made us late with her beauty rituals." Rosalie huffed, "You told me to change." She argued. "Well, you were wearing black hun, and that's bad luck on a ship." Edward said back. Rosalie just shrugged, "I was in a black mood." That didn't sit well with Edward. "I pulled strings, a lot of strings, to ensure we get to be one of the first people on the grandest ship in all of history. And yet, you dress like your going to your own execution." He said, a sigh escaping his mouth when Rosalie just rolled her eyes.


The Titanic was seen several blocks away, towering above the smaller buildings like the skyline of a big city. It's steamer's whistle echoed off of the buildings, flooding the street with a beautiful noise.

We enter a pub, crowded with dockworkers and peasants. They were all crowded towards the middle of the pub, were a poker game was taking place. Four men, sorry three men and a woman, were playing for two tickets to get aboard the Titanic. Two of the men were arguing in Swedish, both looking to be middle aged. The other man was a bulky gentleman, who looked like he could punch a hole through a wall. He had short, brown hair and grayish blue eyes. His name was Emmett.

His partner, at first glance, appeared to be a man whom was twenty. With reddish orange hair that reached the base of her neck, which was currently flattened and covering the black glasses she wore. Her clothes, a loose black shirt covering her upper region while baggy green pants and mens boots covered her lower region, were all rumpled up from sleeping in them. It was only when you looked for it, that you noticed that she didn't have an adams apple or that she had medium sized breasts. Her name was Isabella Gabriel Swan, a drifter that went all over the world with no home. She was an artist and has adopted the bohemian style of Paris. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and went for it.

Gabriel, her preferred name since Isabella was her mothers name and she hated the woman for kicking her out, smirked as the two Swedes were still arguing with one another. Even though it was in Swedish, she could guess on what they were arguing about. Arguing about how stupid it was to bet there tickets and whether or not they could win them back. "Hit me again." Gabriel says, smirking. She takes the card as her eyes, hidden from view thanks to her glasses, lock with the Swedish guys. The one she locked eyes with refuses his card.

The Titanic's whistle blows once more, it's final call for all aboard. Gabriel smirked, "Moment of truth fellas." She says, her voice low and rough..but in a sexy way. Emmett placed down his cards, followed by the Swedish. Gabriel clicked her tongue. "Let's see here, you guys got niente and squat." She told the Swedish. She glanced at Emmett, "Two pair..mmm." She said, sighing. "I'm very sorry Emmett." She said, patting his shoulder. The Swedish men grinned, think that they had won. Emmett was about to lose his marbles, when Gabriel sets down her hand. A full house. "I'm very sorry that your not going to see your mama for a long time." She shouted. The Swedish started to curse, as shouts were heard all around the pub.

"Sorry boys, maybe next time." Gabriel said, grinning to herself as she raked in the money and tickets. She laughs as Emmett hosts her over his shoulder and prances around the pub, like they won the lottery. "Hey!" The bartender yelled, stopping Gabriel and Emmett in there tracks. "The Titanic leaves in five minutes." Gabriel's and Emmett's faces paled, and then they scrambled out the door.

Everything that the two owned were in the kit bags that were thrown over there shoulders. The two weaved through alleys, groups people and milling crowds. People shouted behind them, telling them to slow down. Charlie yells sorry behind her as she and Emmett burst onto the pier. Charlie came to a dead stop as she took in the mountain of a ship. "Wow." She whispers, amazed at the ships monstrous size. Emmett runs back, when he saw Charlie wasn't behind him, and grabs her. The two sprint towards the third class terminal.

The make it to the bottom, when an officer at the top starts to detaches it. "Wait! Were passengers." Emmett yells, his voice booming all around as he and Gabriel waved there tickets. The officer sighs and motions them to come forward. "Have you been through the inspection queue?" He asks, glancing at the two. Gabriel smiles and nods her head, "Of course." She says, lying through her teeth as she combs back her reddish orange hair. "We don't have lice, and were both Americans." She says, glancing at Emmett who nods. The officer sighs and motions them to enter. "Well then, welcome aboard the Titanic." He says. Emmett smiles as Gabriel grabs his arm, the two rushing past the officer.

When they get a bits away from the front, the two laugh. "We have to be the luckiest people in the world right now." Gabriel says. Emmett nods, grinning as he slings his arm over Gabriel's shoulders. They go up towards the poop deck, were people were waving goodbye to there loved ones. They leaned over the railing and Gabriel started to yell and wave at the crowd on the dock. "You know somebody down there?" Emmett asks her, nodding down towards the crowd. Gabriel shook her head, "Nope." She says. "But, that's not the point." She says with a grin. "Goodbye! Goodbye, I'll miss you!" She yells. Emmett shrugs his shoulders and joins in the yelling, his booming voice echoing with the rest.

The Titanic was getting tugged by tug boats out of port, which were tiny compared to the massive hunk of metal. When they got out to open sea, the ship started to gain impossible speed.

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Gabriel and Emmett walked down a narrow corridor, doors lining both side. Everybody was confused, people arguing over luggage in different languages and wandering in confusion. The two passed several emigrants, whom were studying the signs over the doors and looking up the words in there phrase books. Gabriel and Emmett find there room, a modest sized cubicle that was painted emerald white. There were four bunks in the room, with two of the bunks already occupied. Gabriel throws her bag on one bunk and Emmett on the other.

"Hey, how's it going?" Gabriel asks, shaking both of the guys hands. The two guys were both confused and perplexed, wondering where the two Swedish guys were.


By contrast to the small room, the so-called "Millionaire Suite" was in the Empire style. It contained two bedrooms, a bath, WC, a wardrobe room and a large sitting area. In addition to that, there was a private fifty foot promenade deck outside. A waiter, dressed in all black with a white vest, poured champagne into a glass of orange juice and handed the drink to Rosalie. She accepted it with a thanks and flipped through a book on paintings. A Monet of water lilies, a Degas of dancers and a couple of abstract works. All of them were lost works of art.

Edward was out on the deck, which had a retractable cover to block out the sun. He was talking to Rosalie through the doorway. "Those mud puddles were certainly a waste of money." He said, talking about the book of art. Rosalie rolled her eyes as she gazed at a cubist portrait, "You're wrong. They're fascinating. It's like i'm in a dream." She said. Edward sighed as he strolled in, "Well, at least the book was cheap." He said with a small smile.

A crewman comes in, with Edward's safe on a cart. "Put that in the wardrobe." He said, motioning to the wardrobe.

Rosalie gets up and goes into the bedroom, where Jane was putting her things where they were supposed to be. "The room smells brand new. Like they built it all just for us." Jane said, a smile gracing her face. "Just to think, tonight when I crawl between the sheets..I'll be the first-" She got cut off by Edward, whom entered the bedroom. "And when I crawl in between the sheets, I'll still be the first." He said, smirking as he looked at Rosalie. Jane ducks her head, a blush on her face on the aspect of what Edward intended to do. "S'cuse me, Miss." She said, making a quick exit.

Edward came up behind Rosalie and put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them with a rough touch. He saw it as an act of possession. "The first and only. Forever." Edward whispered into Rosalie's ear.

Rosalie tightens her hands into fists, wishing that she could just punch Edward and be done with it. But, she was a woman and he was a man. It wasn't her place to do or say otherwise.


The Titanic stood, silhouetted against a purple sky. The sun setting down. She was lit up, looking like a floating palace. Her image was reflected in the calm waters. The image was beautiful, almost like a postcard image.