A/N: I do not own the characters. At all. In any form. I ust borrowed them, and expanded their worlds a little. enoy!

The wailing stopped. She took in a choked breath, her eyes still unopened since Carlisle made the decision. Her chest subsided, and didn't rise again.

"Rosalie" Carlisle stroked the blanching forehead of the young girl, brushing the perfect golden waves from her face. "Rosalie…" He muttered her name again.

Esme squeezed my elbow in a small, tense, human gesture, as the young girl didn't respond.

Carlisle looked at me, as this Rosalie didn't respond. I tried not to care. What was she to me? She had never once shown an ounce of common etiquette to any of 'The Cullens'. But I would forever be full of gratitude for Carlisle, and so with a slight final confirmation from the hopeful, waiting look on his face, I agreed with a small nod.

I looked at the classic beauty on the couch, more out of habit than need for my gift. I let in what I had blocked out months ago, sick of hearing vain thoughts of this social climber every time I happened to pass her in town.

After a moment of silence, I heard it and nodded toward Carlisle. "She is coming to… changed…" I muttered. "Vague memories of you… and a group of men… and a baby… the men again…. it's all jumbled…. Really vague…"

Esme's free hand moved to rest on Carlisle's shoulder, and his hand met it with an appreciative squeeze as he visibly relaxed at the outcome of another good deed.

I had come to learn the vast amount of love, and compassion shared by Carlisle and Esme. Esme almost belonged to Carlisle, and he to her. They were made for each other… missing pieces of the same puzzle. no cliché could express the relationship shared between these two.

I have never envied nor resented Esme, for taking away any connection I have to Carlisle, but have embraced, and grown from the love that this woman has shown towards me. I have done all within my means, from the day she joined us to welcome Esme her into our small… family as it became. And as Carlisle hopes, will be strengthened with the addition of this Rosalie.

"Stop it" I mumbled to Esme.

Carlisle and Esme looked up at me. "Edward…" she pleaded.

"I can't Esme. I know you want the best for me, want me to be… happy. But surely you should let me… let me find my Carlisle, so to speak."

"But Edward…"

I hated interrupting Esme, it was against all decorum to interrupt when a lady is speaking, but I couldn't bear her match-making schemes.

"Esme, dearest. I can't. She is self absorbed, and has never once said 'Hello' to any of us without a cold thought in her mind. She resents us, Esme..."

"Now is not the time" Carlisle's calm voice rang over our disagreement as Rosalie pulled in her first redundant, staggered breath.

The golden blonde opened her eyes, and the colour shocked Esme.

"What…" Rosalie croaked, and pulled her hand away as Carlisle went to touch it. "What have you done to me?!" she cried, scanning the pallid skin of her hands and arms with the dark crimson in her eyes.

Rosalie let out a shrill cry, and my muscles contracted, pulling me into a crouch before she had even finished her lament.

"Edward" Carlisle spoke softly, his hand out in a preventive gesture.

For the first time in my new existence, I ignored him. She was a new Vampire. All she wanted was to hunt, to feed, and to remove any object that stood in her way.

Did Carlisle not remember the long wailing screams, and the tearless sobs that emitted from Esme's lips for days on end? Every new, venomous creature was unpredictable, and Carlisle knew this more than any of us, but still put his faith in the better outcome - always the optimist.

"You." Rosalie growled through ragged breaths, one beautiful, slender finger extended to Carlisle. "Doctor Carlisle Cullen!" she spat. "What have you done to me!" she yelled.

Esme put a forceful hand against my chest the second she heard my weight shift.

"Rosalie," Carlisle began in his ethereal voice. "You were left for dead. I tried all I could to save you, and keep you…" He hesitated unsure at how she would take the next word.

"Keep me what?!" She demanded, her eyes widening alarmingly.

"Human" he finished.

Rosalie screeched again, and flew from the couch, quicker than she imagined it would be, and found herself making an awkward, stiff dance to balance herself.

Esme had grabbed my wrists, her back pressed against me. She knew I would not hurt her, so I remained, fuming, locked in her protective stance.

"Human" Rosalie muttered again and again as she found her balance "SO what am I? WHAT AM I? TELL ME!" her voice echoed around the old house.

Carlisle remained composed as per usual, and stood in good manner. "You must understand first, Rosalie, that I did this for you; You did not deserve to die because of Royce and his friends. And I tried all in my expertise to save you, and let you remain human. But it was impossible, Rosalie. You were so badly beaten. I did what I thought was right. Yours was not a life to be wasted Rosalie"

"But what AM I!? This is no life… you are outcasts, social misfits! Am I one of you?!"

"You are like us, yes. But you are not bound to us, Rosalie - you don't have to stay. You can go your own way, but there are rules – which I will go into detail of later…"

"Just tell me!" She cried, almost squirming in discomfort.

"We are Vampires" Carlisle made the statement calmly.

"No…" she tried to yell, but it only came out in a small whisper. "I am a monster. Why didn't you just let me die!" she growled as her muscles contracted.

I jumped from behind Esme, and pinned Rosalie against the wall a millisecond before she pounced.

"Carlisle did a very noble thing, Rosalie Hale. He decided, - though I can't see why myself – that your existence need not end. We have all been through this." I spoke to her firmly, quietly - pointless since they all could hear me as clear as if I were shouting. Rosalie squirmed beneath my grip. Newborns were strong; it was almost a struggle for me to keep her there.

"I will release you if you promise not to attack my family. You must LISTEN Rosalie. We are not monsters."

"Not monsters" she scoffed. "So you can just jump across a room and pin me to the wall in seconds and it's normal!"

"It doesn't make us monsters. It is part of being what we are. We are fast, and strong, and inviting…"

"And disgustingly beautiful." She growled, her burgundy eyes darting across my face. Not the first time I had heard that from her.

"One of the inviting traits we inherit." I replied, letting go of Rosalie. Her feet touched the floor without a sound. "You listen to the rules. You listen to every word Carlisle has to say to you, and I will show you to a mirror."

Rosalie let out a small hiss as I exited, shocking herself with this new animalistic noise.

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