I Have always been facinated by Rosalie and wondered why she hated Edward so much before she was changed. So heres my theory.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the wonderfully talented Stephanie Meyer. Unfortunately.

RPOV

I woke up, rolled over on my comfortable bed, and squeezed my eyes closed.

I twisted lightly off the bed and walked over to the gilt-framed mirror to admire my reflection. My ivory skin, framed with thick gold curls, was as stunning as ever.

My thoughts wandered to Royce, my fiancé, and I began painting mental pictures of our lavish wedding. 'White roses', I murmured to myself, 'With violets; to match my eyes.'

I reflected on how lucky I was, the depression was a distant thought to me, but I knew it was happening. I thought of those poor people who didn't have the beauty, nor the money that has got me to where I am today.

After putting on my mauve silk gown, I wandered downstairs, my hand running down the cold, smooth banister; it was strangely calming. The house was relatively silent, aside from the occasional banter of servants in the kitchen, or my younger brothers, bickering upstairs.

I sat at the rich mahogany table, and waited, impatiently for my breakfast. Charlotte, my favorite maid, brought out a plate of scrambled eggs and steaming cocoa, which I took quickly, without a word of thanks. I was pre-occupied, and in rather a hurry to get down to the bank to see Royce.

After eating, I hurried upstairs to dress, picking out a lavender day dress, which made my cleavage rather pronounced. Charlotte helped me into my dress, and I strode briskly over to the mirror again, to approve my appearance.

I eyed my locks with a critical eye and rolled a stray curl around my finger, tucking it behind my ear. I looked very well indeed, breathtaking even, but I took by beauty for granted too much that I didn't appreciate it as well as I could. It was merely a tool I used for getting what I wanted and without a doubt, it worked quite well.

I soon remembered my hurry, and rushed out the door to the waiting car. I was very lucky to own a motor car; it had been a present from Royce's family and was very fine. As my chauffer drove me down to the bank, the wind rushed through my hair, it was exhilarating.

Suddenly and out of no-where, another car came careening around the corner, colliding with ours. It rolled, and we skidded down the main street, my neck snapping with the force of the moment. My head hit the windscreen and I blacked out.

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'Rose? Rosie!', my mothers terrified voice echoed in my ears, as I struggled to open my eyes. I was aware of a piecing pain above my eyebrow, but apart from that no-where else seemed injured.

'Oh Rosie', my mother sounded relieved as my eyes fluttered open. 'I was so worried.'

'I'm fine Mum, what happened?' I was aware that I was in a brightly lit room, too bright, with over cheerful orange and white walls. Rochester Hospital.

'The car was hit. It was so lucky Dr. Carlisle was close by; he brought you here and stitched up your head. I think he will be coming in soon to check on you', her voice sounded strange as she talked of this Carlisle. Admiring somehow, but also, nervous? Who was he?

As if on cue, the door swung open and two of the most glorious looking men I had ever seen glided gracefully into the room. They both had pale skin, and brilliant topaz eyes. The younger one's eyes were darker, almost black at the edges, and he had purple bruise like shadows underneath them.

'Hello Rosalie', the older man said kindly. He looked too much like a movie star to be a doctor. No wonder my mother was intoxicated by his presence. 'How are you feeling?'

'I'm fine', I choked out. They were somehow intimidating. 'My head hurts a lot', I groaned, unable to be elegant and poised. I stab of jealousy shot through me. I hated seeing people who were more beautiful than I, and they carried it off with a style and decorum that threw me.

I glanced over at the other man. He was scarcely that, he looked barely older than me. 'This is Edward, my brother in-law' said Carlisle smoothly. 'He was the one who alerted me of you accident'

'Oh? Nice to meet you', I stammered. I reached out my hand to shake his. He edged further away, his eyes seemed to grow darker as he sucked in his breath and nodded slightly. How odd. This was the first time since I was about twelve that a young man didn't try to make a move on me.

I thought of possible reasons for this as my eyes traced over his flawless body. What did I look like? Perhaps I looked a sight from my accident and he was repulsed by me.

I quickly excused myself and walked down the orange hall to the bathroom. I gasped when I saw my reflection. Well no wonder he didn't want to touch me.

My usually neat blonde locks were matted and untidy. I had a thin trickle of blood running from above my eyebrow to the middle of my cheek, and there were dark circles around my eyes from smudged kohl.

As soon as I began trying to untangle my hair I stopped myself. Who was I trying to impress? I had a beautiful fiancé who would someday make me a queen, and I was happy. I was also too vain to walk back into a room full of gorgeous men looking like I did, so I continued unknotting the tangles and slashed my face with the cold water, scrubbing of the dried blood.

When I was a little more decent, I walked back to my room, seeing my mother staring unashamedly at Carlisle, who was writing on a clipboard, and Edward, looking like he hadn't moved a muscle since I had left. He was looking out the window, but he had a slightly amused expression, and I wondered if he was as distant to his surroundings as he seemed.

When I walked in however, the whole atmosphere changed. Carlisle looked as calm as ever, but Edward stiffened, and he seemed not to be breathing. He was staring intently at my cut, still brimming a little with blood, with hate filled eyes.

It made me uneasy, and rather hurt. I couldn't believe that he was that repulsed by me that he wouldn't even breathe the air that I was in. I knew I was being silly, but I was so used to being the most beautiful and now I was being surpassed by men, who also seemed to find me revolting.

My mother's reaction was quite entertaining though. She snapped out of her slumber and then fainted. Carlisle rushed to her aid and she came to, with a sheepish expression that made me wonder if her fainting fit was all an act.

Edward took this chance to rush out the door, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him shudder and take a long, deep breath. That was the moment began to hate him.

EPOV

I wandered down the main street, thinking about my life. Some life it was. I felt uncomfortable. The burning at the back of my throat was annoying, but unavoidable if I wanted to live a 'vegetarian' life.

The sky was a dull grey, so I was able to walk through the street conspicuously, but fear of sudden breaks in the cloud had me paranoid, and I stayed close to the safety of the shops.

I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a shop window. My eyes were darker than usual; I needed to hunt. I decided to go tomorrow with Esme, she was fun to hunt with; supportive. I continued to stare at the think grey cloud that hung over the city.

My eyes left the sky for a moment, to watch the children on the play equipment. I loved watching their little faces light up when they slid down the slippery dip, or swung high on the swings. In that moment, the sun popped over the edge of a grey cloud, and I ran for cover without thinking, across the road, causing cars to swerve violently.

I saw one careening down the street, colliding with another. I recognized the second as the Hale's car. In an instant, I ran to the hospital, as fast as my legs could take me, avoiding people's eyes.

'CARLISLE! Carlisle there has been a car accident. I'm hungry and couldn't stand the blood, but you could help them.' He walked swiftly, a little faster than human speed. 'Down on main street', I called after him. He nodded as he got into his car.

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'She's awake Edward' Carlisle muttered to me.

'I know, I can hear her.' I didn't know why I wanted to see this girl so much. Perhaps it was because rumors of her beauty flew around the town like wildfire and I wanted to see for myself. Would she be as beautiful as the flawless perfection of the immortal that was Me, Esme and Carlisle?

Carlisle opened the door of her room and strode in, me at his heels.

'Hello Rosalie. How are you feeling?' I chuckled to myself, not at Carlisle, but at Rosalie's mother, sitting by her bed, looking awkwardly at him.

Oh god he's gorgeous. If I wasn't married and he wasn't married…ooh. How could I get him to talk to me…

Ok, gross. She sounds like some love struck teenager, not a married mother of three. I turned my attention back towards Rosalie, holding my breath. She had a trickle of blood running down her face and it took all my strength not to rip her throat out right then and there.

'This is Edward, my brother in-law' said Carlisle smoothly. 'He was the one who alerted me of you accident'

'Oh. Nice to meet you', She reached out her hand to shake mine. Crap. If I touch her it will be far too hard to resist. I tried to edge away from the uncomfortable situation without being rude.

Why isn't he hitting on me? That's strange. Oh I don't even want to think about what I look like. That must be it. I must look hideous.

She was breathtakingly beautiful of course, but she knew it. That detracted from her beauty more than messy hair or smudged make-up in my opinion. She quickly excused herself to go look in the mirror. I was horrified. Tenacity combined with vanity. Not very attractive.

I tried to focus on simpler things. I looked over at Rosalie's mother who was staring at Carlisle with an adoring expression. Her eyes were glazed over and she was caught up in her thoughts.

I wonder what he would do if I fainted. If I held my breath long enough I would faint. Ill give that a try…I wonder what it would feel like to have him hold me…

Even grosser. I wonder what she would do if she found out Carlisle was more than 150 years old. She probably wouldn't mind.

I could hear Rosalie's thoughts getting louder and louder as she walked back toward to room. I was still holding my breath and it was getting uncomfortable.

I wondered how much longer until I could quietly slip away. Perhaps when her mother faints I can slip out of the room, I need some fresh air to calm my thoughts.

As she entered the room I felt my body automatically become rigid. Even though I was holding my breath I could still feel the extra presence of blood, slowly trickling through the stitches.

My thoughts traveled back to Carlisle and I wondered how he managed around all the blood in the hospital. Experience I suppose. I doubt ill ever be that disciplined.

Rosalie's eyes flickered towards me and then settled upon her mother who was still gazing at Carlisle, holding her breath intently.

Rose and Carlisle suddenly jumped as she fainted onto the floor, her face draining of blood. I took one last glance at Rose before I walked briskly from the room. She was still thinking about herself. Argh, I shuddered as took a deep breath. That was the moment I began to hate her.

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Love Bella. xx