Disclaimer: I assure you, while we share the same first name, my broke butt doesn't own Twilight, that's Stephanie Meyer's rich tush. Lucky girl.

Nothing against Emmett, love him like a brother (everyone does), but for this there is no Rose and Emmett action.

It's been a long time since I read the books, but I watched the movies the other day (Kellan Lutz induced marathon, yum), and thought how great Rosalie would be in Esme's role. That of course led to the realization that for that to truly happen Rose would need to be away from Esme. Then came the question, who would she be mother too? Bree, no, too late and Rose would be with the Cullen's by then, so it would automatically be Esme. Jane and Alec? Very plausible, in fact if you throw in some drama here and add a pinch of human blood there, well it becomes very possible.

Rose is with the Volturi and playing mother to Jane and Alec (and yes, in the books they are 12 because Aro waited for them to be old enough because they'd already made those immortal children laws, but for my purpose they're 6, a mob began to burn them at the stake and Aro saved them and turned them sooner than he'd have liked), so I asked myself, who'd make a good father? And then I thought of the game hide-and-seek. How cool would it be if their father always cheated when playing that game? Suddenly Demetri was the dad.

But seriously, nothing against Emmett, Rose just took a different path before she met him.

Chapter 1

I honestly never thought my life would lead to this. I always saw myself dying surrounded by my children and hordes of grandchildren. Maybe if I was really lucky there'd be a great-grandchild in there as well. Instead I died bleeding out on a sidewalk because my fiancée and his friends raped and beat me.

Or so I had thought.

I woke, what I later learned was three days later to the sounds of an argument. Three people were standing around me arguing. I barely remember their words only that it was about me. It had hurt at the time.

Esme, the only woman in the room, welcomed me with open arms. Literally. She was so much a mother, so much wanting to be a mother. But I didn't need a mother.

Carlisle was the older of the two men in the room. He spoke to me, explaining what had happened. Explaining that I was now a vampire. Dead but never able to die. A cruel joke really.

Edward was the other man in the room. He was about my age, and despite being beautiful, I hated him. He'd been arguing with Carlisle about me. He didn't think I should be here. He assumed Carlisle had turned me to become his mate and he wouldn't have it. Neither did I. Two things we agreed on but I didn't care, I didn't like him.

He didn't like me, he didn't want me. Everyone wanted me. That was when the memory of my death flashed before my eyes. I was across the room and cowering in a corner before I even realized that what I had remembered was my death. Esme was instantly at my side, trying to comfort me. I may not have needed a mother, but I couldn't not let her comfort me. I was raised to be the center of attention and letting her worry was me getting that attention. I was selfish and spoiled.

Three days later, I started my revenge against those responsible for my death. Royce's best man was my first victim. I made sure not to spill any blood. Carlisle and Esme would be so disappointed if I were to drink from humans, even though they smelled so good.

I wasn't as successful with my second victim. He'd tried to fight me and his hand broke on my face. Blood dropped to the floor of his apartment and all I saw was red. The next thing I remembered was a room painted in his blood and a taste in my mouth that was like honey covering marshmallows despite my brain saying that it should be copper I was tasting.

I tried not to spill blood with the third, but if he crashed into a table breaking skin, it wasn't on purpose. I swear. But he tasted so good in the end.

I stopped pretending by the fifth guy. And when all six of Royce's friends were dead and he remained, I knew I couldn't stop. Sure I tortured the bastard, emotionally, mentally, maybe even spiritually at one point. But in the end, I drained him dry and then I went out and ate his maid simply because I felt like it.

I cleaned up after each kill. I didn't want Carlisle to be disappointed in me. And I'd heard his tales about the Volturi. If they found out a vampire was hunting and not trying to hid it they might try and kill me. But mostly it was because of Carlisle.

But the night after Royce, there was a look in his golden eyes. Esme couldn't look at me, and Edward. I knew he didn't like me but did he really have to take it that far. Did he really have to mind rape me and then tell Carlisle I liked eating humans.

It had been easy to hide, I was only a couple of weeks old, no matter how many animals they had me eat my eyes were staying crimson, something Carlisle said was normal. And I was determined to stop drinking humans after Royce. But instead he threw me out of his so called family. Said that I had a choice: stay and stop drinking humans or leave and continue. I never even got to answer, instead Edward said that I liked it too much and wouldn't be able to stop.

I wandered for a while, making my way up into Canada and then into Russia. Eating humans the entire time. After all, that was what I was expected to do, and I was never one to disappoint.

Eventually I made my way to Italy. I'd always wanted to go there, I'd fought Royce about that being where we went for a honeymoon, but he refused. Instead we were supposed to go to Germany; he was probably a secret communist. After all they're all about what one has, everyone else has, and that did kind of lead to me dying.

I visited Venice, Rome, hell I saw every major city in Italy before making my way to Volterra. Carlisle had talked so much about the Volturi, making them seem like gods, but also the darkest things that could inhabit our world, and I kind of wanted to know which was true. I thought that maybe they'd take me in.

I can still remember the day I finally met the leaders as if it were but an hour ago. Aro sat between Marcus and Caius, and just a little in front of them; Marcus was on Aro's left, Caius his right. I'd been both terrified and giddy. And oddly it was Aro that scared me the most. I'd heard Carlisle talk about how cold hearted and ruthless Caius was, but he looked bored more than menacing, he always has. But Aro terrified me, he had on this obviously fake smile and his eyes said that he wanted nothing more than to be someplace else. Marcus looked as if he weren't even there.

Aro had stepped down from his throne and greeted me kindly, he almost seemed to want to hug me, and that creeped me out even more. Caius chuckled, "She's a scared little weak thing."

Aro's smile grew and he asked me who I was and why I'd come. I told him my name, told him that his friend Carlisle had sired me. His smile seemed to become more genuine when I said my maker's name, he asked how Carlisle was. I told him as best as I could, but I admitted that it had been almost a year since I'd seen him.

Caius, I could tell, was growing more and more bored with our conversation and asked why I'd come. I answered that I was hoping to join their guard. Caius laughed; it was the cruelest thing I'd ever heard. It's wasn't irritating like nails on a chalk board could be, but it was heartless and was pure malice. It made me want to cry and slap him, his laugh made me angry more than anything.

"And what gift could you offer us, sweet Rosalie?" Aro had asked.

I remember looking nervously around the room before raising my head high and looking Aro dead center in the eye, "I have a heart."

He'd laughed then, cold and emotionless. Nothing like Caius' and I vaguely remember wishing that he had been the one to laugh. Instead Caius smirked. Marcus looked at me though. I remember that most of all. Marcus seemed to have woken from whatever dream or memory he's always taken away by. Aro laughed, Caius smirked, and Marcus looked at me.

Aro waved me out of the room saying that the guard had no use for me and that a heart was weakness and the Volturi guard was never weak. No one was allowed a heart, and despite wanting to be part of a family, I refused to give mine up. My heart was all I had.