A/N: Ok, I revised the story, obviously called, "Fire In My Soul". I hope you guys will give me a second shot.

ROSALIE POV

"Edward," I said, walking into the living room and interrupting his book,

Wuthering Heights. He looked up at me with his I'm-trying-to-read-your-mind

face. I smiled, and started thinking about cars. I stepped in, and his frown

deepened. He was suspicious of me. I normally never came in his room.

"Yes, Rosalie?" he said, clearly angry I was blocking my mind. He hated

when I did that. I stepped closer and closed my eyes, praying for a positive

reaction.

" I love you," I said, and opened my eyes, smiling. But what I saw killed

me. He was frowning and rubbing his temples.

"No, Rosalie. No, you don't love me. You're just upset because I

don't want you." He stood and went towards the front door.

"NO!" I cried, locking my arms around Edward. "Why? Why don't you

want me? Oh, Edward…" I whispered. Edward's glare wrapped around me. I

felt disapproval leaking through him into me, and every single piece of me

felt ashamed. I loved him, but he didn't want me.

What was wrong with me? My looks? No… my blonde hair swirled in my face,

reminding me of my beauty. My attitude? That was a possibility … but I had a

strong feeling it had something to do with Bella Swan. Such a plain girl, but

pretty in a small way, I suppose.

But… he loved her. That was clear. Anger and sadness flooded my face, and I

released him. I couldn't hurt him. I had locked these feelings up for years,

and now, even if he didn't love me back, I couldn't cause him harm. He

left the house, walked away to his car, and drove out towards the sunrise. He

was heading towards Bella's house.

I heard a whimper; it was so quiet that at first I thought it was my

imagination. But, turning and seeing Emmett, whom I did love, just not as much

as Edward, made me crack.

"Why?" his voice said; it was quiet, hurt, unbearable. His hands shook,

his face withdrawn like a hit puppy. His voice grew.

"Why, Rosalie? WHY?" he roared, tearing past me. The front door was

ripped open, and when he reached the end of the front yard he whispered

something so quietly I could barely hear it.

"Was it all a lie?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned and walked

away. I didn't follow, just took deep breaths so I wouldn't crack.

I walked into my room and closed the door, scanning the room. Every

possession screamed idiot: my designer clothes, stupid magazines, and makeup I didn't even use. Angrily, I smashed a lamp.

The next day I packed my things. I was unable, for many reasons, to stay

here. One, Edward. Two, Emmett. Three, I just wasn't that strong.

Always mistaken as mean and dumb, I had been less than ecstatic when I was brought to the family. Being with them made it worse, especially since, as I can admit, I was only being cruel because I felt that since I was a monster, I might as well be a full-fledged one. Edward had hated me, well, that was how it seemed, yet… I wanted him to love melike I loved him. But, soon I just locked the feelings up. For some reason, that made me seem mean and dumb. I hated it. Then, Emmett came. He loved me, and I loved him. But no one could compare to my first true love, Edward.

I left in the afternoon. I had packed agonizingly slowly, hoping for… well,

a miracle. When nothing had happened, I'd hung around the house until I had

to accept that one wouldn't materialize. As I hefted my last bag over my

shoulder and brought it out to my car, I knew that today would probably be my

last time here. But at least I knew where I was going- the Volturi. My initial

sadness had turned to a craving for revenge. I was going to ruin Bella Swan.

And a plan was beginning to coalesce in my mind. All I needed to do was spend

a few more minutes here…