I knew they didn't want me really. They wanted to make me one of theirs. They wanted me to "hang" with them, to "get to know them". They only cared for my body, nothing more, and nothing less. I refused. That's when they flipped. That's when one of their fists connected with my face. I fell to the ground heavily, waiting patiently for the attack to end.

I let them kick me, causing me to get a split lip and have a nosebleed. They punched me and hit me constantly, causing me to stop breathing properly. The skin on my forehead eventually gave in, and I could feel blood oozing down my face. I waited for the men attacking me to stop. Eventually they stopped. They stopped abruptly; something I wasn't expecting.

One man let out a scream that sounded very much, like that of a five-year-old girl's. I heard their screams of agony, and whispers of wind, and then it was silent. I wanted to open my eyes, to see what was happening, but a black curtain was starting to cover my eyes, abolishing my eyesight completely.

Then I heard the whispers of the wind again. A deep, booming voice, echoed off the trees, "Rose, we should get her back to Carlisle."

"Yeah, I know Emmett." This voice was like…like delicate bells.

"He'll have to change her."

"No. She could still be saved." I wanted to be saved, I wanted to tell my rescuers, but I could only manage a quiet groan.

"Shhh honey, you'll be as good as new, you'll see." A cold, stone-hard hand, removed the blood drenched hair from my face. Then two bigger, cold, stone-hard hands, cupped around my face, lifting my head and then letting my head back down slowly. My head was now on someone's lap.

"She's really young." The delicate voice whispered. "I wonder how old she is." I managed a groan, slightly louder. They thought it was of pain. "She's in a lot of pain." The delicate voice assumed. I managed to shake my head ever so slightly. "She can hear us." The delicate voice was strangely comforting to me. The booming voice had figured it out; "She's trying to talk to us!" My hand did not want to be

co-operative with my brain, it only twitched. It wouldn't let me tell them my age, I wasn't going to try and talk, it hadn't worked so far.

"If we get her back fast, Carlisle will probably be able to talk to her somehow."

"Rose, what if he doesn't change her?"

"I will look after her, she'll be fine."

"Okay, I suppose she'll have to be changed one day."

"I know, but we don't have to waste her life now."

"What if the others-"

"Lets just get her back to Carlisle, she's dying she needs to be helped."

Then I was swept into huge, muscly arms. I was getting used to the cold feeling, it was almost comforting. Then the wind was whipping through my hair. I think we were flying. I couldn't be sure though, because the black curtain finally covered my eyes completely.