Chapter One: Past Becomes Present

"Miss Rosalie Hale. Wake up" an annoying voice rang out.

Rosalie felt herself awaking, which made no sense. In order to wake up, one must first sleep, and she didn't sleep. Not anymore.

Rosalie opened her eyes to see a short, severe-looking women standing besides the bed Rosalie found herself lying in. The women was wearing a typical maid uniform. Rosalie's eyes quickly scanned the room. She was lying in an obviously expensive sleigh-style bed, and the room was decorated tastfully in pale pinks accented by creams. It was her room, the room she had lived in when she was human. The maid was Kendall, her personal maid from before she was changed. Everything was like it was before the change. It was her past, but it felt like the present.

Rosalie, needless to say, was utterly confused. Kendall, the maid handed her a glass of water. Rosalie slowly took a sip, testing herself. She felt the water slip through her parched throat, and she didn't have the immediate vampire-reaction of throwing it up. She looked up, and glanced across the room. There was a large mirror opposite the bed. Rosalie looked herself over. Her eyes were a sparkling blue, instead of the golden of the immortal. They were the color of sapphire's instead of topaz. Her skin was still pale, but not nearly as pale as a vampire's. She soon noticed that there were no dark circles under her eyes. Could it be? Could she be human? That seemed to be the only explanation but it made no sense . It was impossible. She must be having a hullucination or something. She wasn't human anymore. She was a vampire. She lived with the rest of the Cullen's now. She drank blood, not water. However, her present surroundings all seemed to be pointed in one direction. She was human, and she was living her past life.

Quickly, she drowned the glass of water. She still didn't feel the need to spit it out. Slowly, she turned towards Kendall.

" What day is it?" she asked.

"Sunday, Miss Hale" Kendall said..

" And what date?" she asked, still looking at her shockingly blue eyes in the golden-gilded mirror in disbelief.

"May 25th , 1933 "

Rosalie didn't know what to do. She just sat there in shock. Then the door to her room opened. It was her mother. Not Esme, her human mother Elizabeth.

" Good Morning dear. You sure slept the morning away. Now hurry along, Rose. Royce will be here in less than three hours to visit." Elizabeth said.