Most of this chapter was copied from Eclipse but some things were changed and the last few paragraphs were mine.

I do not own Twilight I only own this plot!

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Rated: M

Bella/Edward

Careful What You Wish For

Rosalie stood in the doorway of her and Edward's room. "Bella can I talk to you?"

"Of course," She replied, sitting up on the bed in suprise, she certainly hadnt been expecting Rosalie to be standing there.
The familiar feeling of being nervous twisted its way through her system. She sat looking at Rosalie trying to find a reason why she would be there to see her but she couldnt come up with any reasons. She watched as Rosalie slowly made her way over to the bed and sat down next to her, taking an unnecessary deep breath.

"I dont mean to interrupt your nap but I needed to find a time when you were away from Edward." She looked nervous, which was strange because she had never seen Rosalie that way before. She was actually being nice to her.

"It's no problem I couldnt really get to sleep anyway." She laughed but it sounded high pitched and the fact that she was extremely nervous was very clear.

"He so rarely leaves you alone," she said. "I figured I'd better make the best of this opportunity."

Why couldnt she say what she needed in front of Edward? She felt her anxiety increase. There was something different about the way Rosalie spoke, she sounded more vulnerable than she had ever heard her before.

There was a long pause and then Rosalie spoke. "I came up here Bella to tell you why you should change your mind. Bella please hear me out and take what I say to you into consideration." She sounded slightly desperate, the way she was acting worried the human girl.

"Oh. I'll listen to what you have to say, but please know that my mind is already made up on this topic."

"Has Edward ever told you the story behind why I became a vampire?" She asked quietly, looking down at her hands.

"Not really. He just said that you had a more tragic story than he did. He made it very clear that it was your story to tell, not his." She said this with a slight bit a curiousity in her voice. Rosalie searched her face, looking to see if she was telling the truth, she had honestly expected Edward to tell Bella her story. Well maybe he wasnt as bad as she thought he was.

"He is more trustworthy than I originally thought." She gave a small smile, it didnt reach her eyes but it was still there.

"Would you like me to tell you my story, Bella? I can promise you it doesnt have a happy ending
but really do any of us have one? If we had happy endings, we'd all be under
gravestones now."

All she could do was nod her head to let her know that she did in fact want to hear the story she was about to tell.
"I lived in a different world than you do, Bella. My human world was a much simpler place. It was nineteen thirty-three. I was eighteen, and I was beautiful. My life was perfect." She said in a voice that sounded distant, like she had let her mind go to another place while her body went on auto pilot. She wasnt looking at anything in particular, just completely zoned. "My parents were thoroughly middle class. My father had a stable job in a bank, something I realize now that he was smug about — he saw his prosperity as a reward for talent and hard work, rather than acknowledging the luck involved. I took it all for granted then; in my home, it was as if the Great Depression was only a troublesome rumor. Of course I saw the poor people, the ones who weren't as lucky. My father left me with the impression that they'd brought their troubles on themselves.

"It was my mother's job to keep our house — and myself and my two younger brothers — in spotless order. It was clear that I was both her first priority and her favorite. I didn't fully understand at the time, but I was always vaguely aware that my parents weren't satisfied with what they had, even if it was so much more than most. They wanted more. They had social aspirations — social climbers, I suppose you could call them. My beauty was like a gift to them. They saw so much more potential in it than I did.

"They weren't satisfied, but I was. I was thrilled to be me, to be Rosalie Hale. Pleased that men's eyes watched me everywhere I went, from the year I turned twelve. Delighted that my girlfriends sighed with envy when they touched my hair. Happy that my mother was proud of me and that my father liked to buy me pretty dresses." Her life did sound pretty perfect, like the life that most women would kill for. One without financial worry and with good looks to get you anywhere you wanted, a life full of envious stares from other women and lustful stares from men. Most women would think that she had it all.

"I knew what I wanted out of life, and there didn't seem to be any way that I wouldn't get exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be loved, to be adored. I wanted to have a huge, flowery wedding, where everyone in town would watch me walk down the aisle on my father's arm and think I was the most beautiful thing they'd ever seen. Admiration was like air to me, Bella. I was silly and shallow, but I was content." Another small smile graced her face, like the idea of leading a shallow, vain life amused her.

"My parents' influence had been such that I also wanted the material things of life. I wanted a big house with elegant furnishings that someone else would clean and a modern kitchen that someone else would cook in. As I said, shallow. Young and very shallow. And I didn't see any reason why I wouldn't get these things.

"There were a few things I wanted that were more meaningful. One thing in particular. My very closest friend was a girl named Vera. She married young, just seventeen. She married a man my parents would never have considered for me — a carpenter. A year later she had a son, a beautiful little boy with dimples and curly black hair. It was the first time I'd ever felt truly jealous of anyone else in my entire life." She couldnt wrap her mind around the concept of Rosalie Hale, the gorgeous blonde that most women spent their time envying, would be jealous.

"It was a different time. I was the same age as you, but I was ready for it all. I yearned for my own little baby. I wanted my own house and a husband who would kiss me when he got home from work — just like Vera. Only I had a very different kind of house in mind. . . ."

It was hard for me to imagine the world that Rosalie had known. Her story sounded more like a fairy tale than history to me. With a slight shock, I realized that this was very close to the world that Edward would have experienced when he was human, the world he had grown up in. I wondered — while Rosalie sat silent for a moment — if my world seemed as baffling to him as Rosalie's did to me?

"In Rochester, there was one royal family — the Kings, ironically enough. Royce King owned the bank my father worked at, and nearly every other really profitable business in town. That's how his son, Royce King the Second" — her mouth twisted around the name, it came out through her teeth — she seemed angry, angrier than I'd ever seen her before. "saw me the first time. He was going to take over at the bank, and so he began overseeing the different positions. Two days later, my mother conveniently forgot to send my father's lunch to work with him. I remember being confused when she insisted that I wear my white organza and roll my
hair up just to run over to the bank." Rosalie laughed without humor. "I didn't notice Royce watching me particularly. Everyone watched me. But that night the first of the roses came. Every night of our courtship, he sent a bouquet of roses to me. My room was always overflowing with them. It got to the point that I would smell like roses when I left the house.

"Royce was handsome, too. He had lighter hair than I did, and pale blue eyes. He said my eyes were like violets, and then those started showing up alongside the roses.

"My parents approved — that's putting it mildly. This was everything they'd dreamed of. And Royce seemed to be everything I'd dreamed of. The fairy tale prince, come to make me a princess. Everything I wanted, yet it was still no more than I expected. We were engaged before I'd known him for two months.

"We didn't spend a great deal of time alone with each other. Royce told me he had many responsibilities at work, and, when we were together, he liked people to look at us, to see me on his arm. I liked that, too. There were lots of parties, dancing, and pretty dresses. When you were a King, every door was open for you, every red carpet rolled out to greet you.

"It wasn't a long engagement. Plans went ahead for the most lavish wedding. It was going to be everything I'd ever wanted. I was completely happy. When I called at Vera's, I no longer felt jealous. I pictured my fair haired children playing on the huge lawns of the Kings' estate, and I pitied her.""I was at Vera's that night," Rosalie whispered. There was a new emotion in her voice, sorrow. "Her little Henry really was adorable, all smiles and dimples — he was just sitting up on his own. Vera walked me to the door as I was leaving, her baby in her arms and her husband at her side, his arm around her waist. He kissed her on the cheek when he thought I wasn't looking. That bothered me. When Royce kissed me, it wasn't quite the same — not so sweet somehow. . . . I shoved that thought aside. Royce was my prince. Someday, I would be queen."

"It was dark in the streets, the lamps already on. I hadn't realized how late it was." She continued to stare almost blankly, taking her mind to someplace else. "It was cold, too. Very cold for late April. The wedding was only a week away, and I was worrying about the weather as I hurried home — I can remember that clearly. I remember every detail about that night. I clung to it so hard . . . in the beginning." Her voice was cold and her face was hard, she could tell that she was about to reach the hardest part of the story. "Thoughts about the wedding were running through my head. I wanted everything to be perfect. I didnt notice Royce until he called my name from across the street, he was standing there under the lamp light with a bunch of his friend. I remember the smile that I gave as I hurried my may across the street to him." The bitterness in her voice showed that she clearly regretted that choice.

"I didnt realize he was drunk until I was standing right in front of him. He made a comment to his friends about how good I looked and one of them said a crude comment that made me uncomfortable, I clutched my coat closer to my body. I told the that I wa on my way home and then turned to walk away but then I fely a cold hand grab my arm, the tight grip that he had on me sent a sharp shooting pain up my arm. I turned and he yanked my body closer to him, so close that I could smell the terrible odor of alcohol on his breath." She could see that this was hard for her even though she tried to cover it up. "More rude comments were made by some of the men and I started to panic slightly. I tried to yank my arm away but he had an iron grip.""They were laughing, all of them. They just stood there and laughed. My temper chose that moment to get the best of me and I spat on one of them. Looking back now that probably wasnt the best idea. He threw me back into the group of disgusting men and they grabbed me all over, I had felt one of them roughly grab my breast and it had hurt so badly that I wanted to cry but I wasnt going to give them the pleasure of seeing my tears."

"I tried to get away but they were all getting more and more forceful. By then my clothes had started to rip and my dress was beyond repair. My hair had fallen from the intricate swirls and curls that it had been in earlier but I didnt notice. They had circled me, I could barely make out anything they were saying to me. That when everything got so much worse. I thought that them roughly pawing at me was pain well that was nothing compared to the terrible excruitiating pain that I was about to experience. Royce fell roughly on top of me, his weight fell on me and made it hard to breathe. His hand moved its way up my stomach to angrily squeeze by breast and his other made its way down to his pants. When he forced himself inside of me it was like a thousand knives stabbing into me in that one spot. It hurt so bad that the tears that I had worked so hard to keep them from seeing slid their way down my face."

"When he was finished I wanted to curl into a ball and cry but that didnt get to happen because the next man was on top of me ready to have his turn. I screamed and tried to wiggle my way out from under him but he started to hit me. He hit me so hard in the face that I tasted the irony taste of blood fill my mouth. One after the other they all had their fun and took turns beating me. When they were finished they just left me there to bleed to death on the street. After what felty like hours but was probably only minutes I saw a man standing above me. His platinum blonde hair and pale skin made me think he was an angel and I guess in a way he is. Carlisle had smelled all the blood and came to find the cause, I was almost too far gone to help so he didnt hesitate to bite me."

"He thought he was saving my life and for that I have to truly thank him but in another way he also damned me. He took away the only thing I ever wanted, a happy normal life with the ability to have children and a husband that truly loved me. It would have been better if he just left me there to die but he didnt and I woke up a few days later after experiencing the gut wrenching pain of the change to the vision of myself fully healed with a pair of scary demonic looking eyes. For a moment I was even frightened of myself but then I was too distracted by the memories of what Royce did and then anger overtook me."

A large smile spread its way across her face but instead of making her look happy it made her look cruel and evil. "I got revenge though. I hunted down each and every one of those men and made them experience as much pain as I had. Of course I saved Royce for last. He had holed himself into a room and had guards at every door but none of that mattered to me, I was practically invincible. When I got to him I made his death the worst of them all but eventually as the years went by and I watched everything around me change as I stood still, frozen in time the happiness of my revenge wore off and was replaced by the terrible bitterness and anger." She turned to look at her then, staring right into her eyes. "Bella please think about this carefully. You have an opportunity that I never had, you have a choice. Make the right one." With that she grabbed her hand in between her two ice cold ones and then stood up and left.

She lay there in bed unable to rest as she replayed Rosalie's story in her head over and over. What had happened to her was terrible. Words could even begin to describe what she thought of those vile and disgusting men. Rosalie may have been a bit vain but she definately did not deserve that. The more she though of it the more she would toss and turn in her bed to get comfortable but it was useless. She sat up and pulled the covers from her body and pushed the button on the stereo. Soft music from the CD that Edward had made her filled the room and she felt a wave of calm drift over her, a few minutes later her eyelids began to droop.

"Thank you Jasper." She mumbled before she began to drift off to sleep. But before she dropped off into the deep sleep that awaited her one last thought flashed through her mind.

I wish she didnt have t experience that, that there was some way I could help her.

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