I do not own anything. I'm not that good of a writer anyway. Stephanie Meyer drew me in and now Fan Fiction is a drug to me. First FanFic. I don't know the lingo but this is a Bella/Rosalie story in all its citrusy glory.

Bella POV

There was something about small towns that I loved, even though this one rarely let the sun shine, Forks was just what I needed. I knew moving here would be a big adjustment, but the slow pace was what I craved. Now that I was settled in, I was looking forward to the first day of school. My last High School had more students than the entire town of Forks. I knew I would be the topic of conversation here for a long time to come.

I pulled into the parking space not caring that the truck would backfire any second. I loved my present and could stand the looks it generated. Gathering my things, I looked around at the students passing time in the lot before the first bell. Everyone was staring at me, so I shrugged and took off for the office.

I must have looked pretty lost trying to figure out where my first class was because I heard a voice behind me. "You must be Bella." I turned to see a brown haired girl with horn rimmed glasses smiling at me. "I'm Angela," she said. "What's your schedule?"

I told her I was trying to find English Lit. "With Mr. Bannon? I'm in that class, I'll walk with you," Angela offered. As we took off for class, she welcomed me to Forks and said if I had any questions to just ask. I was relieved and let her know I appreciated the help.

As I entered class following Angela, my eyes swept over the students. All eyes were on me as I looked for an empty seat. As I was about to take a seat in the back row, the most beautiful girl (woman really, you couldn't call anyone who looked like she did a girl.) blocked my way and said "That seat's taken." I looked at her startled by her bluntness and the heat rose to my face. Her voice was low and forceful, yet it was like a caress at the same time. I quickly looked away and moved to a seat that was empty next to Angela.

"I should have warned you Bella," Angela whispered. "Those seats are reserved for the Cullens and the Hales. No one can sit there but them." I asked her about them but she just said "later."

All through class I could feel eyes on me. I kept shifting in my seat trying to get comfortable. I wanted to know who was looking at me so I dropped my pencil in the aisle and as I picked it up, I glanced quickly around.

The "girl" who stopped me earlier was staring at me with undisguised hate. Even with the revulsion evident in her eyes, she was the most alluring person I had ever seen. Her blond hair fell around her face like a movie star. And, her eyes were almost glowing.

My hands began to shake as I rose to straighten up. I didn't understand why she seemed to hate me on sight. The adrenaline was coursing through my system making me jittery. I wasn't sure if I would be able to walk steadily when the bell rang.

Right before the bell rang, she bolted from her seat walking up my aisle. I bent down to pick up my backpack and turned to wait for the inevitable confrontation. I turned away from my desk and braced myself. She came right up to me, stood inches from me and just looked at me. I felt my face flush again and a heat spread from my stomach down, realizing that I wished she would kiss me. Instead she took in a deep breath through her nose and smirked as if she could read my mind. With that, she took off, followed by the rest of her group, who all glanced my way as they passed.

"Angela, who is she, who are they, what was that about?" I asked, running my questions together.

"Rosalie Hale, Dr. Cullen's foster kids, and I have no idea. I've never seen her go near anyone other than her brothers and sisters before. They don't talk to anyone. She looked like she was going to attack you. If she hadn't taken that deep breath, I don't know what she would have done," Angela said concerned.

I didn't tell Angela about the effect Rosalie had on me. I was confused about it and didn't know Angela well enough yet to divulge something so personal.

From now on, I vowed to stay away from Rosalie. There was no way I was going to provoke her, even though I had no idea what I had done in the first place.

It turned out Angela was in my next two classes and then it would be time for lunch. She promised to go over the rest of my schedule with me and write down directions to all my classes. I was feeling so relieved. "Thanks Angela, I'm so glad I met you," I said. "Me too," she replied.

I was feeling better when we arrived at the next class that I was actually smiling. Again, every person in the room was looking at me. I was relieved to see the Cullens/Hales weren't in this class and went to the teacher to hand her my slip. Chemistry was really easy for me and I knew that I would enjoy this class, especially now that Rosalie wasn't here.

At that thought the door swung open and I was bumped from behind by someone who was rushing in right before the bell. I could smell perfume on the breeze that was created and would have been really angry if it had been a guy because it had felt like whoever bumped me put a hand on my ass.

I turned to look and Rosalie was now sitting at a lab table with that smirk on her face again. I glanced around to find Angela and noticed that all the seats were filled except for the open spot next to Rosalie. She seemed to realize it at the same time, glancing at the seat then me then the teacher, who directed me to the only open seat.

I looked at the floor as I approached not wanting to see the anger flare again. If I couldn't keep my distance, I would simply act as though I was not there.

We were directed to review the syllabus for the year while Mrs. Phillips assembled our chemistry kits that we would use throughout the year for our assignments. Rosalie didn't say anything to me while I sat there and read and reread the first sentence over and over. I could feel her looking at me, but didn't want another confrontation on my first day, so I ignored it.

Mrs. Phillips walked around the class placing two kits on each table. I went to grab mine and my hand brushed against Rosalie's. I noticed two things. Her hands were as cold as ice and at the same time, I felt a red hot electrical current as we touched. Rosalie and I both gasped and pulled our hands away.

It felt like the current went right down to my core, warming my center and making all the blood rush to bottom. If I was a guy, I would have a hard on right now. I looked over at Rosalie to see her reaction and her eyes were on me. They were no longer the golden discs I had noticed earlier in the day. They were darkened and she raked them over my body.

It was like I could feel her touching me, making me tremble.

"What are you doing after school today," she demanded.

I told her I was going over to Angela's, praying that Angela would be available. I didn't know what I was feeling. I had never felt this way before and I was scared. It was like she had a hold on me that I couldn't break. I wanted to know more, but was terrified. She made what sounded like a growling noise, grabbed her books and walked out of the class without a word to the teacher.

As Angela and I walked to our next class, I asked her if she wanted to hang out after school. She smiled big and said she would love to. We decided to go to my house to hang out.

At lunch, I met more of Angela's friends. They were nice and welcomed me with open arms. Even though I had somehow created animosity with Rosalie, I was sure I had made the right choice by moving to Forks to live with my dad.

All during lunch, Rosalie and her family kept their heads together talking, punctuated by glances my way. It looked as though they were arguing about something. I looked away. I nudged Angela and said "tell me about the Cullens."

"The one you had a confrontation with today is Rosalie Hale; the other blond is her brother Jasper Hale; The big dark haired guy is Emmett Cullen, the one with the golden mane of wild hair is Edward Cullen and the other girl is Alice Cullen. They're foster kids who were taken in by Mr. and Mrs. Cullen. Alice and Emmett are together and Jasper and Edward are together," Angela whispered.

"Who is Rosalie with?" I asked.

"No one. She is one tough girl and as I said earlier, until today, they have never spoken or gone near any other student. They keep to themselves mostly," she answered.

I wasn't sure why the news made me smile. I had a big shit-eating grin on my face and looked up. Rosalie was staring right at me. Instead of smiling back, she looked like she got punched in the gut and got up to leave. Her coven (as I now thought of them) followed on her heals.

My afternoon classes went by quickly and I only had to endure the barely disguised venom of Rosalie's hatred in one more class. I ended up sitting directly behind her in French class and was relieved that she could not turn to me with her evil stare. I took the opportunity to memorize her back. I ran my eyes over every curve and angle. I sucked in my breath at one point when she raised her arms above her head and arched her back to stretch in her chair. As soon as the noise was out of my mouth, she twisted her body to stretch it in another angle.

I had never been attracted to anyone, guy or girl before today. I thought there had been something wrong with me --that perhaps I didn't know how to feel. But in that moment when she twisted like a feline, I felt the wetness pool at my center.

She stretched so that she was almost facing me and took another deep breath. She raised her eyes to mine and licked her lips before turning back around to face front. I gripped the sides of my desk as the most amazing feeling came over me. Had I not been in class I would have screamed. I was pulsing at my core in waves of the most pleasurable feeling. I had no idea what was going on. All I knew was that Angela was looking at me and her face was flushed. Rosalie was giggling in front of me.

Rosalie got up before the bell and took off, glancing back at me and smirking again. Angela ran over as soon as the bell rang.

"Are you okay. What was that all about." She asked with concern.

I said I would talk to her about it after school. I tied my sweatshirt around my waist making sure it covered my ass, just in case. "Why don't you come by around 4, you can eat over if you want to," I told Angela and she agreed.

When I got to the steps that led down to the parking lot, the "coven" was lined up on both sides. As I approached, Rosalie stepped in front of me. "We need to talk Bella, Now," she said.

"As much as I'd like to talk with you, Angela is coming over tonight and I need to go. I don't want another confrontation today Rosalie, I can't handle it. If you want to kick my ass, can't you do it another day?" I said as I pushed my way passed her and ran down the steps. I heard them laughing, after Rosalie shouted "That's not exactly what I had in mind for your ass Bella."

In the relative safety of my truck, I went over the days events. As I began to pull out of the lot I glanced at Rosalie, who was leaning against her car following me with her eyes.

It was so unnerving to be the center of attention. When Rosalie looked at me I felt naked, like she could see through me. Not understanding why she picked me to torment, I moved my eyes back to the road and drove home.

Angela arrived right on time. I introduced her to Charlie as I grabbed a snack. We went straight to my room and shut the door.

"Bella, what happened in class earlier?" Angela demanded the minute the door was closed.

I told her about the entire day. I told her how it made me feel. That as the day went on each confrontation felt like it was bringing me closer to some truth I was supposed to know. That I hated Rosalie and was so hot for her at the same time. About how I have never had a relationship and was so confused.

"Wow, " Angela said.

We spent the rest of the evening talking about Rosalie and her crew; I learned about everyone at school; Angela's friends and family.

By the time she left, I felt I had known her my entire life. I felt so content and knew that my decision to move to Forks was ok. With friends like Angela, I could get through anything.

Pulling into the lot the next morning, I could see Rosalie leaning on her car. Her eyes followed me as I parked in the spot farthest from her. As I went to grab my bag from the passenger seat, she was sitting there.

I screamed.

"How did you get in here…You were across the lot…I didn't hear the door open..." I asked her, feeling like I was in an episode of the Twilight Zone.

"Drive." Rosalie ordered.

"I have to get to class." I answered stubbornly. I didn't want to go anywhere alone with her.

She looked into my eyes, leaned towards me until her mouth was right by my ear. I was shaking as she whispered "Now."

Obeying, I asked, "Where do you want to go?"

"Your house. Your father is at work." she replied.

I didn't want to be alone with her so I lied, "No he's home."

"Silly human. Your father is a creature of habit. He leaves for work every morning at 6 a.m. and often does not return until late." She stated.

I dropped my head in defeat, not knowing what would happen once we were truly alone in my house. I drove slower than I needed to but still arrived in less than 10 minutes. It felt like a death march as I jumped out of the truck and walked to the door, followed by Rosalie.

Once inside, she brushed passed me and I felt the electricity flow through me. With my back towards the door, she turned and walked towards me slowly. I backed up until I felt the door and knew I had nowhere to run.

I felt the blood rush to my head as my hands began to tremble. I was halfway between fear and anticipation. Again she leaned in without touching me and took a deep breath. I was powerless to do anything. She smirked and moved even closer.

I expected to feel her body heat, but it was like standing next to a block of ice, radiating cool air. "What are you?" I asked, realizing instantly that she could not be human. "You called me human in the truck, implying you are not; your skin is like ice; you're incredibly fast too." I said.

Not moving away, but slowly moving her head from my left ear past my face to my other ear. I gasped, thinking she would kiss me. Instead, she said, "you have three guesses, better use that straight A brain of yours."

She pulled her head back slightly and moved so she could look directly in my eyes. Her lips were inches from mine. My heartbeat sped up and my knees buckled slightly. She grabbed me so I would not fall to the ground. The feel of her against me took all coherent thought away. She pushed me back to the door and put one hand under each of my arms to hold me up, removing her body from me.

"Well…I'm waiting," she said impatiently.

Going over everything that happened this week; what I had observed and heard from others, I had three guesses that could possibly explain it.

"Super powers?" I asked.

"No."

"Witch?" was my next guess.

"No, but your getting warmer," she teased.

"Vampire."

"You're smarter that I thought, Bella. You figured it out," she said with a smirk. Instantly she was against me, her mouth hovering over my neck. As a tear slid down my cheek I asked her to kill me quickly.

"No, no, no Bella. You will be mine in many ways. I will not kill you… yet," she said suggestively.

My heart raced with anticipation and fear. She could kill me at any time, yet she wanted something from me first. It was a reprieve.

I gasped as she put her mouth on my neck and sucked, surely making a mark and licked my neck up to my chin. I was on fire, torn between wanting to run and wanting her to have her way with me. We were face to face now as she hovered mere millimeters from me. Rosalie was intoxicatingly beautiful.

She took my hands, never looking away and brought them over my head against the door. Grasping them in one hand, still staring me down with her now infamous smirk, never breaking the glance, she ran her hand down my body until it was resting at the small of my back. She pulled me to her still staring into my eyes. I couldn't look away, only feel what she did to me, not knowing what was coming next.

Her face moved closer as she ran her tongue across my lips. I couldn't help myself and I whimpered. At the sound her eyes grew darker and she claimed me with her mouth. I never had a chance. She would have her way with me and I would ask for more. Never had I felt like this.

She explored every surface of my mouth, dancing with my tongue for what seemed like hours. Pulling away, she said "keep your hands above your head. Do not let them fall." I nodded that I understood.

Attacking my mouth as if it were the first time, she moved her hands down, stroking my body as she went. Not the gentle caresses of lovers, but with strength and yearning, her touch was filled with desire. As her hands met the sides of my breasts, I moaned. With Vampire speed she grabbed my shirt and ripped it off me. I wanted to cover myself, but she had warned me not to lower my hands.

She gazed at my exposed breasts and licked her lips. I could barely stand. The lust was coming off her in waves, making me wetter. Her mouth came crashing down on neck as she licked and sucked. Slowly she dragged her tongue over my collarbone to the valley between my breasts.

I shuddered as she took my nipple in her mouth flicking it with her tongue. Her hands were everywhere at once; cupping and squeezing my breasts together so she could get both my hardened nipples in her mouth. Teasing them back and forth with her cold, wet tongue.

I was writhing and moaning. Before I knew it my pants were shredded and she had two fingers inside me. She curled them up and fucked me, pounding my G-spot, while her thumb circled my nub.

"Oh….God..Fuck!" I screamed.

She moved her mouth from my nipples to my ear and growled, "Not God. Rosalie."

It took me over the edge and I came hard, pulsing around her fingers. It was the strongest orgasm I'd ever had. Trying to catch my breath, I leaned my head against the door and closed my eyes.

"Open your eyes Bella," Rosalie demanded.

I looked at her as she pulled her fingers out of me, dragging them over my nub, sending aftershocks through me. Staring into my eyes, she placed her fingers, covered with my wetness into her mouth and sucked. She moaned as she licked them and then pushed them into my mouth.

I could taste me and her mixed together. It was amazing.

Leaning in, she licked my lips and trailed her tongue to my ear, sucking along the way. The last thing she said to me before she disappeared was "you're mine."