What if Royce had been unsuccessful on the dark street that night? What if Rosalie had actually married him?

This is my version of how it could have gone for Rosalie, a character created by Stephanie Meyer.

Rosalie's Story Chapter 1: Dark Shadows

I had been at my best friend Vera's home discussing my upcoming wedding. She had been married for almost two years and was so happy. We discussed every little detail as we watched her 6-month old laugh and play. Her little Henry really was adorable, all smiles and dimples – he was just sitting up on his own. Vera walked me to the door with her baby in her arms and her husband Raymond at her side, his arm around her waist. He kissed her on the cheek when he thought I wasn't looking. That bothered me. When Royce kissed me, it wasn't quite the same – not so sweet somehow. But Royce was my prince, I smiled to myself – soon I would be princess.

I hadn't realized how late it was. The lamps were already on in the streets. It was cold too. Very cold for late April. The wedding was only a week away, and I was worrying about the weather as I hurried home. I hugged my arms to myself as I walked down the empty sidewalk. I had asked my father to escort me home but he had had a long day at work and just wanted to put his feet up. "Make sure you leave Vera's before the sun goes down and you'll be fine," he had said without even looking at me. No one anticipated a spring shower bringing with it grey clouds and dark skies.

"Look at her. Would you just look at her, Felix? She's all mine." Royce slurred sarcastically as he motioned toward a petite blonde walking toward them.

Felix whistled as he took his time measuring her up with his eyes. He licked his lips. "She's a looker alright." Felix had to lean against the doorframe so he wouldn't fall down. "What'd you have to go and ask her to marry you for?"

"Good ol' dad wouldn't have it any other way." Royce drank from his half-empty bottle. "I've got some plans for her." He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Bank on it." Royce laughed at his own joke. His father owned the bank.

"Let's scare her" Felix chortled then finished off the contents of the bottle. In a low growl he said "Ro-sie … oh Ro-sie!"

I was a few streets from my house when I heard them. Two men under a broken streetlamp, laughing too hard. Drunk. I thought I heard my name from the dark shadows. With my hand to my neck I peered at the faceless strangers. There was a threat in the voice that had leered my name

I stayed close to the buildings, trying to appear nonchalant. I thought I heard my name again. My feet were like weights inside my shoes making it impossible for me to move forward or backward. A scream was developing in my throat. If only my father had been willing to escort me home.

"Rosalie? Rosalie!"

Royce and Felix seamlessly melted into the anonymous darkness.

"Rosalie!

It was Vera's husband. I turned to see him walking toward me in an easy gait.

"A lady should never walk home unescorted." He held his arm out to Rosalie.

"May I attend you safely home?" He said as he bowed deeply.

He was being playful. I exhaled loudly and fought back tears. When I didn't take his arm he looked into my face.

"What's wrong?" He asked alarmed.

I tried to speak but no sound would come out. I pointed to the spot where I had heard the voices. Raymond looked to where I pointed, squinting into the doorway. He started to walk across the street to investigate.

"Raymond, please."

I desperately wanted to get away from this place. I called out to him. "I thought I heard voices ... I'm sure it was nothing." I said as I smoothed out my hair and then my clothing. I held out my hand to him.

Raymond stopped, an equal distance between me and the place where I had heard the voices. He was clearly torn between investigating further and comforting his wife's good friend. Finally he retraced his steps and held his arm out to me.

"Thank you, kind sir, I would love an escort." I said to him.

"Shall we?" He said clearing the distance between us.

I took his arm, shaking off the incident and putting it behind me. We walked quietly. There was something very comforting about walking with Raymond, I felt safe. My mind wandered. Soon I would have someone who loved me like Raymond loved Vera. A smile stretched across my face. I looked at the clouds shrouding the twinkling of the stars. It surely wouldn't rain on my special day.

I exhaled in satisfaction. On my special day everyone in town will watch me walk down the aisle on my father's arm. They will think I'm the most beautiful thing in the world. I lifted my chin a little higher as I thought of the flowery wedding to come, confident the day would be sunny. After all, I was Rosalie Lillian Hale – soon to be Rosalie Hale King.

Royce and Felix stepped into the moonlight to watch the shapely figure of Rosalie Hale walk away. "What are we going to do with this one, Royce"? The two men paused as they watched her round a corner out of sight. "I hope she's not a screamer like the last one."

Royce finished his bottle and smashed it against the ground. "At least I didn't have to marry the last one."

My head was filled with plans for the biggest event in the history of Rochester. I smiled to myself as I imagined the flowers and the guests and the stares as everyone beheld me on my special day.

I frowned at the thought of my dress. I had a very specific idea for my wedding gown and the seamstress just couldn't seem to get it right. Three times my father had to go in and talk with the woman sewing the garment, just to make sure she really heard the instructions. I couldn't see what was so hard about it. Isn't this her job after all?

I was going in for the final fitting the next morning. My father had assured me the dress would be perfect. I had utmost confidence in him. I was his one and only daughter. He wanted my happiness.

As we continued walking in the silent dusk, I went back to daydreaming of my perfect day. Vera was going to be my matron of honor. She would be wearing a dusty pink dress with an empire waist and buttoned sleeves that came just below her elbow. A slightly darker color pink beading came down in points to the waist of the dress. I had asked her to wear her hair down, with only the front pulled back in a matching pink comb. She would be wearing pink faux pearl earrings and carrying a bouquet of red roses.

My two little brothers would be the ring bearers. They had been fitted for matching tuxedos. They were black, with a white shirt, black bow tie, red cummerbund and shiny black leather shoes. They looked very handsome.

In no time at all we arrived home. Raymond opened the gate and ushered me across its threshold.

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