Summary: Rosalie is looking for HER happily ever after, but her prince charming just won't show up for her. She's hunting in the mountains when she encounters a young man being mauled by a bear; she knows she must save him somehow. Bringing him home to Carlisle he does everything in his power to save him, but ends up having to do the one thing no one ever wanted.
Alrighty then, here is my second story. I don't know how this is going to work, so please leave a review for me! (:
I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY CHARACTERS! ALL ARE OWNED BY STEPHANIE MEYER.

Discovery

I glanced at my parents, Carlisle and Esme. You may search the ends of the earth and the tips of the skies, and never find two better people. They were curled up on the couch, just as in love as they were when they first met, scanning through Esme's sketch book. Carlisle complimented her wonderful art constantly, while looking deeply into her golden eyes, it was sickening, and I couldn't take it anymore. They had one another and they would never need to search for the one to love again. Unlike me, my search seemed endless, day after day, year after year.
"I'm going to go hunt." I stated, lacing up my boots and getting up to dash out our front door.
"Oh, Rose?" I heard Esme call. I spun around and raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"I left my pencils out by the swing, would you mind getting them for me, love?"
"Of course, Esme," I said sweetly, inwardly cursing her for ruining the mood I had set for my hunt. Running out to the swing and carefully picking up her fragile metal pencil case, I could hear the pencils rolling around inside, feel the vibrations tingling through my hands. One of the few things I enjoyed about vampirism was our over-developed senses, which allowed us to be the real top of the food chain. Bringing it back in I saw Carlisle slip a grin to Esme who smiled back lovingly, my muscles tensed as the anger grew inside me, threatening to explode. And me going on another one of my signature temper tantrums, a rampage through the house would definitely spoil Esme and Carlisle's happy day.
"Why don't you invite your brother to go with you?" she said, opening her box and taking out a black charcoal pencil. She started to lightly sketch a picture, I could see the outlines, and the picture was of a man. "He hasn't been out of the house for a few weeks. He must be dying of thirst."
I rolled my eyes. "He'll be fine, Mom. I want to go alone anyway."
She looked at my disapprovingly "Rosalie Hale, you barely spend anytime with your brother. Now, why don't you go upstairs and ask him if he wants to tag along?" It wasn't a question; it was more of a statement if you asked me. I sighed, but walked to the foot of the stairs.
"Edward!" I shouted, not having any reason to, knowing very well he could hear me even when I wasn't speaking.
He poked his head around the corner. "Yes, Rosalie?" he sounded annoyed. Good. I ran up and stood next to him.
"You want to come hunting with me?" He let his full body come into view, his hands behind his back.
"No, I'm having problems with,"
"Problems with your piece?" I asked, cutting him off.
He laughed once, "No, problems with my pen," he said, holding his hands up in front of his face, they were covered in splotches of blue ink. "It… kind of exploded." He said softly.
"Okay! Well, see ya!" I said, pleased, flying down the stairs and out the front door.

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I ran around aimlessly for a good deal of time, nothing was appealing today. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I was so anxious. I don't know why because I have nothing planned for today, but I can feel it. Something important is going to happen today. Suddenly I caught a scent of blood, fresh blood…human Blood. I heard the roar of a bear, an extremely aggravated and annoyed one at that. They must have been a good ten miles away, but thanks to my vampire senses I could hear them plain as day. I ran as fast as I could, dodging the trees and halting at a clearing.
There was a man lying helplessly on the ground, he had gashes running along his body, I could see some of his bones twisted into un-natural forms, and he was completely soaked in blood; his blood. Jumping into action I ran into the path of the bear as he was about to deliver the death swing towards the man. Dancing around the clearing, a game for me, the bear stupidly swung at me, countless times, until he finally hit me; tearing my shirt.
I looked at it, then at the bear. "This is my favorite shirt, and you ripped it. Do you see how bad this looks for you? " I jumped on its large shoulders and grabbed the neck, twisting it lightly, but cracking it fully. The bear fell limp towards the ground in a furry, moronic heap. I looked at the man on the ground. He was bleeding horribly.
'I can't let him die.'
That was the thought rushing through my head over and over again as I slowly approached him. If I took a breath I would surely drain him, so I couldn't breathe; he can't die.
I brushed my fingers through his dark brown curly hair, loving the texture. His eyes fluttered open weakly and he brought a bloody scarred hand to my cheek. He brushed it across my jaw bone, in an act of kindness.
"Angel…" he whispered to me. If my heart was still beating, it'd be slamming against my ribcage. I knew my search was over. Carefully looking his wounds over, I knew he would die soon unless I could get him to Carlisle fast. Picking him up in my stone cold arms I ran back to our house as fast as I could. Bursting through the door I found Esme still in the living room.
"Rosalie, what on earth?" Esme exclaimed, jumping up and helping me get him situated on the couch.
I looked at the white suede fabric. "What about the blood?" I said, carefully adjusting his broken leg.
Esme shook her head. "Forget the couch. I'll get a new one. Right now, I'm concerned about this boy right here," she said, fetching Carlisle's doctor bag. "Rosalie, get you're brother. He may help us get some answers."
I dashed up the stairs and into Edward's piano room. He was in the middle of composing a piece, my loud entrance made his pen slip and he shot me a death glare. But quite frankly, I didn't care. My love was downstairs, bleeding out on our couch. His piece could wait.
"Edward, we need your help."

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Alright guys, so this is a really TwilightCrazed95's story, she didn't want it. So she chose to give it to me, I am re-writing the first six chapters she had posted, and hopefully continuing it from there. If you think I'm plagiarizing her story or anything, bring it up to her on her new account: WeAreTheFuture . I hope nobody needs to do that, because she has given me the story to continue for her. Ok, so now that that's covered, what did you think? ;) Please leave a review so I can know how you guys like this story! (: Because I can't know, without your help. So please, please, pretty please with the cherries on top, press the review button! (: A few words can mean a million to me in how I need to write this, so please. (: Thanks for reading, guys!
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