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Old Summary: Rosalie comes back to Forks to check on Bella. What she least expects happens. How will Rosalie & Bella deal with their new friendship? What about the family? And Bella's new found attraction for another Cullen boy?

Updated Summary: With her life a disaster, Bella tries to end it, only for Rosalie to intervene. With a vengeance in her heart Bella seeks justice, only to be delayed. Unforetold events occur. Vampires Vs Newborns. Abilities Vs Experience. Hate Vs Love. Who will prevail

Rosalie POV:

I continued pacing in the hallway of the house I used to call home.

What am I doing here? Why am I here?

I sighed and slid down the wall and hugged my knees.

I missed my family.

Esme is trying to pretend that she hadn't abandoned a daughter. She's spending all her time in her garden or cleaning or doing interior designs. She's always done that but she always had time for us. But now it seems as if she's too guilty. As if, if she can't treat one of her children with love and tender then the others shouldn't be given any special treatment.

Carlisle is spending all his time at the hospital. He's saved more lives then normal these last six months. I'm proud of that. My father figures a hero. A life saviour. But he's not doing to well as a father at the moment. He's hiding from the pain and using his work as a cover to avoid his pain. He's been going there that frequently that I'm surprised that they are not suspicious of his over working hours. But it's New York so I can't say much. It's a gigantic city and it's a huge hospital.

Alice hasn't been as perky. She still goes shopping and keeps up with the latest fashion designs but she's not as enthused. Once upon a time ago if a new season section came out she'd be in Paris or something. Now she travels no further then Chicago. Sad, huh?

Jasper, he's depressed. He confided in me that Alice hasn't looked at him the same since he attacked Bella at her birthday. It's not like she resents him but more like she can't trust him. He said he can feel it in her emotions. He's losing her. And it's eating him up inside. He's trying all he can to make it up to her. But nothings working. He's breaking. It's killing me to see him like this.

Emmett is trying his best to cheer everyone up but is failing quite miserably. He's starting to give up. I hope he doesn't. Jasper said he feels the amusement coming off everyone but they just don't have the strength to laugh anymore. He's still the man I love, cherish and need but he's melancholy. He abandoned his baby sister. For some unknown reason Alice was always the older sister and Bella the baby. It's taken a lot out of him. He told me once that losing your older sister is like being left behind or abandoned. But losing your younger sister is the guilt of knowing you lost them and possibly could of helped them with your extra years of experience in life.

Edward. He came back about a month ago. He's done nothing but hunt since he returned. Hunt, mope, hunt, mope, rise, lather, repeat. He moans for Bella constantly. I don't think he even knows that he's doing it anymore. He says he has no idea what were talking about when we bring it up so we don't anymore. I think his subconscious is trying to tell him something but he refuses to admit it. I can't say I blame him. If I was in his situation I wouldn't have lasted as long as he did.

As for me. I'm losing it. I'm very family orientated you see. My family means everything to me. If someone ripped my arm off I'd probably shrug and reattach it but if you so much a glared at my family all hell breaks lose. Which is why I'm so worthy of my name 'Ice queen' everyone glares at us. So therefore everyone's an enemy.

Except one.

Isabella Marie Swan.

A kind hearted girl. She un-judgemental, selfless, sweet, kind, generous and surprisingly not a snob or up herself. She beautiful and she doesn't even know it. She would sacrifice herself without a second thought if it meant someone else could survive. Friend or foe. I could see her as being one of those people who hit the headline for taking a bullet for someone or saving a child from being hit by a car.

But I can't stand her.

She has everything. Beauty, love, intelligence, morality, kindness, selflessness and above all; humanity. She can live a long fulfilling life having children and being a grandmother. Growing old with her husband the man she agreed to spend the rest of her life with. Watch her children grow up from adorable children to independent and strong individuals.

But I can't hate her.

She has a sort of aura and atmosphere. You can't not like her. Your drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Like Edward, you can try to avoid her but only the impeccably mentally strong can avoid her. Or those like me who believe it's in their best interest to leave them alone.

I wanted to know her. I wanted to see what made this girl so amazing and fascinating. She had her humanity. So what? The are how many people in the world and she just so happens to catch our attention more then most. Everyone in the family loved her. She was the first and only human we had ever let into our lives. She had to be special. Otherwise we never would have accepted her.

I was brought from my thoughts by the front door being slammed shut.

I internally cursed myself for thinking. It always took up one hundred percent of my concentration therefore leaving me extremely vulnerable.

I stood to flee from the intruder when I paused.

This scent…

It was completely destroyed.

I heard blood moving through it's veins but it smelt contaminated. As if drugs had been forced into it's system more times then once.

I smelt flesh decaying from lack of notorious necessities. It was also stained with alcohol. Vodka was stronger then most but I also caught a whiff of whiskey. Or maybe scotch?

But above all which shocked me the most was the familiar scent that was covered by these revolting scents.

Freesias.

I was momentarily stunned.

Holy shit.

I heard her stumbled up the stairs and I hind into the sanctuary of my room. She walked into Alice and Jaspers old room and entered their privet yet useless bathroom. I heard her turn on the tap and I approached the door cautiously.

She rattled around in her bag and grabbed something and sighed in contentment.

She stripped and slid into the bath gasping as the boiling water washed over her frail skin.

After a minute of wondering why she was here and listening to her drink some vodka I decided to leave her.

As I left the bedroom a scent hit my nose.

Blood. Icky smelling blood.

I shrugged it of and continued moving.

It's Bella, she's clumsy and drunk. Not uncommon for her to be hurt.

As I walked further and further away I smelt more and more. I made it as far to the door when I got frustrated.

I was walking away from the scent not towards it I should be smelling less of it. Right?

Unless…

Oh dear God.

I raced to the bathroom Bella was occupying and banged on the door praying for some sort of response. The door nearly split from the contact.

I heard nothing. Only the slowing of her heart.

I kicked the door open and saw dust fly everywhere. But I wasn't concerned with that.

What I saw would scare me for life.

In the bathtub laid a naked Bella. She had a glass of Vodka in one hand. A empty pill bottle floating in the water and shaving blades in her cut up and bleeding hand.

Her body was nearly cut to ribbons.

What do I do?