I wanted to see if I could write a Emmett and Rosalie story. This first chapter isn't all that good, but I just like showing how Edward might've treated Rose when they were "younger". I thought he might've teased her a lot since she's so caught up in her appearance. Please read and review! It will help me get my motivation to continue this story!

Motivation

(Rosalie)

Perfect. I thought, glancing every few seconds at the mirror that hung on the white wall, seeing my stunning golden eyes and how they matched my flowing blonde curls. Of course, what else was to be expected when being undead meant perfection. Oddly enough, the scary stories that were told to me when I was little weren't factual. The undead or living dead (whatever you might call them) weren't decaying creatures that kidnapped innocent people in order to get what they had been lusting after for so long, no matter if it had been blood or pure revenge. The living dead were lovely creatures. I was one of them. Beautiful and perfect.

Of course, I had always been beautiful. But being turned into a vampire had made me even more so. I never could understand why Carlisle had turned me, but slowly I was beginning to pick up on the peculiar glances that he and Esme had taken to giving Edward and I when we were together. And suddenly, I began to unravel the true mystery of my transformation. All I had been made for was to be a companion for that arrogant boy. He felt that since he had been the first "child" Carlisle had created that he was always right. He was wrong; dead wrong.

How they had even considered us compatible was beyond me. He hated my so-called "self-centered" personality and I hated every little thing about him, period. He was the problem. Not me!

"Oh please." came his smooth, velvety voice. I rolled my eyes.

Leave me alone. Get out of my head. I screamed the thought.

"Do you think I like being in your thoughts, Rose?" he asked, walking into my room like he owned the place. "I hate it. But I can't really shut out the voices I hear. They just…stay. There's no blocking them out."

I groaned. "So for once, you can't do something?" I felt hope.

"I didn't say that. I said that I can't block them, but I can ignore them. But sadly, you have the loudest thoughts out of anyone in this house. They are rather hard to ignore." he said, a chuckle following his explanation.

My anger began to build. As soon as someone insulted me, it was over. Too bad it was impossible to rid the world of Edward's egotistical charm.

"You know that's not true. There is one way to get rid of me." he grinned crookedly.

"Stop that!"

"Stop what?"

"Reading my thoughts."

He laughed. "Oh please, Rose. You shout insults at me even when I'm not near you. You'd be easy to read even if I couldn't read your thoughts. Loathing is quite easy to pick up on, you know." he said as he walked out, leaving me alone. Finally. I thought. I heard Edward laugh again, and I groaned once more in annoyance and anger.

With a deep, unneeded breath, I looked back at my glorious reflection. I smiled, showing my straight, pearly white teeth; if anyone ever had perfect teeth, it was me.

"I beg to differ." Edward shouted, then walked by my door flashing his shimmering grin.

"Ugh. Leave me be!"

He laughed. "Not likely."

I growled fiercely, my lips curling into an ugly snarl. I instantly thought of tearing all of Edward's limbs away from his "perfect" body and burning them until the air was filled with the disgusting smell of his flesh. The thought made me smile slightly, keeping my lips curled up.

"Rose, honestly, do you really think you could catch me?" Edward was in my doorway in the blink of an eye; if I had been human, it would have terrified me. "I'd be out of sight before you could even begin running. Especially since you can't leave that mirror." he chuckled as he shot a glance at the elaborate mirror I had been looking at before he had disturbed me.

"Don't pester me, Edward." I growled.

"You're my sister. This is my brotherly love for you." he said sarcastically. Then his face turned sincere as light footsteps tapped on the stairs leading up to our rooms. Then, just as fast as Edward, Carlisle appeared.

"Rose…" he scolded. "What do you think you're doing?"

I straightened up and relaxed my lips. "Sorry, Carlisle."

He smiled his brilliant smile and then disappeared, most likely into his study. I waited for a few moments to speak.

"Edward!"

"Yes?"

"Why do you always do that?"

"I do that so that you can see that the only person who is in the wrong here is you. If you would take what I say and do as jokes, you might actually be less annoyed."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please. Your jokes have been bothering me ever since they began."

"Its not my fault that you're not clever enough to get me back." he smirked.

"Maybe I just choose not to."

He rolled his eyes. "Rose, I know what you're thinking. You try so hard to be clever but you're just incapable of achieving such humor."

"Ugh! Get out of my way!" I exclaimed as I ran out the door and down the stairs. I had to hunt. Even though I wasn't thirsty, I was desperate to kill something since it'd be noticeable to Carlisle if Edward went missing, and I knew he'd see me as the cause. Hunting will be great. Anger is the best motivation.

"Hope you have fun out there! Would you mind catching me something while you're at it?" Edward called. I ignored him as I ran out into the surrounding wilderness, listening closely for the sound of my prey.