I've always wanted to know exactly what Rose did to Royce and his friends who raped her... so I've decided to write my own version of events.

It should be as in character as possible but I'm not Stephenie Meyer so... deal. Plus I don't have Eclipse with me so I can't be sure all these facts are 100 true.

Also, remember that she's in the crazy newborn stage so she's going to be a little wild and bloodthirsty.

Of Hate And Plotting

Carlisle was very careful me. Too careful. My new body and mind were enraged, filled with the desire for revenge... blurred, imperfect images shone dimly in my vampire mind clouded and almost forgotten of Royce and his friends; their drunken faces enraged me and I broke so much furniture in my uncontrollable anger that Carlisle and Edward spirited me out of town and into the small pine wood on the outskirts of Rochester. There I stayed, savage and filled with such hate I thought it would overflow and consume me and for a while it did. My vivid ruby eyes glowed long after I was thirsty enough to slaughter the entire town and gorge myself on the sweet, crimson life blood as I watched their horrified faces pale. I wanted to rip Edward and Esme to a thousand pieces when they refused to leave me alone for fear I would go wild.

But they were wrong, I had already gone wild. I was sick with it.

I couldn't die of disease Carlisle told me but I shook my head at this and snarled. My new body throbbed with the heat of my anger, hate and bloodlust. When I closed my eyes to the red tinged world around me I saw myself doing horrific things to the bastards who stole from me my most precious gift, my very innocence. I watched myself twist their limbs slowly until bone and muscle tore the flesh and skin and emerged from shredded shoulder blades. I wanted to grab the very weapons that stole my virginity and crush them, cripple them, torture them in my strong, white fingers until the beasts were retching in agony.

So much torture, so much bloodlust, so much anger, so much hate, so much pain... Carlisle came to us every evening to check if we could return to town yet but I remained locked in my mental poison, rotting and shaking with the fury. He tried to tell me how my hate would destroy me and was just a shield against the pain, but I roared and lunged for him, needing the three of them to restrain me until I regain what shreds of sanity I still owned.

So here I sat... to powerful to be caged in metal, to wild to be left alone, to thirsty to rejoin society, held prisoner by these three beautiful phantoms.

"We'll need to hunt soon," I heard Edward mutter to Esme from several paces in front of where I huddled between the roots of a towering oak tree. Their clothes had slight tears in them from the effort of restraining me, I didn't feel guilt but scorn for their discomfort and pain when they came too close.

Esme nodded tiredly and stoked his handsome, bronze hair. He glanced back at me briefly, his expression hardening somewhat at my rocking form; that my clothes were in tatters, my hair a mess in front of a man still embarrassed me but the weak humiliation was soon engulfed again in the never ending emotion inside me.

"No, I don't think she will." He murmured gently, turning to face away from me again. Esme sighed and brushed some dirt from his shoulder. I frowned and recalled with perfect clarity what Carlisle had said about Edward's gift, mind reading. A freak. If he didn't look so perfect I would have mocked him.

My head snapped up as the wind blew strongly through the trees with a sweet scent on the air. A pain so intense it brushed my anger to the back of my mind ripped into my suddenly aflame throat, causing a pooling of saliva – no venom now, into my mouth.

Without knowing how, I felt my body jerk up so I was standing in a ready crouch. I was hardly aware of Esme and Edward similarly poised just feet away, watching me.

The scent wasn't as appealing as that of the humans I had smelt in town the short while I had been there in my vampire life, but it was irresistibly tempting.

I didn't resist.

Edward and Esme followed me carefully as I stalked through the trees and bushes, letting the scent of blood pull me forward. The sound of heavy hearts beating thick blood around bodies drew me on faster; I sniffed again... something big and heavy.

I passed the trunk of a gnarled tree and I saw the three bears laying in the little hollow, the mother resting lazily whilst the two black cubs pounced on her, biting playfully at her ears. Their black fur was sleek and plump, just out of hibernation, I would say. The mother would be pissed.

But if I couldn't now have the family I'd once dreamed of then neither could she. I'd kill her cubs first, just to make someone else feel an inch of the pain that acted as my blood and life force.

I sprang faster than the mortal eye could follow, arms outstretched, lips pulled back in a contortion of my white, glistening teeth.

The first cub fell without incident, its whining shrieks and harmless paws ignored in the urgency of my thirst. I latched onto its pulse point under the thick black fur and I sucked and swallowed, but it didn't quench the flames as I had expected. Rather, the warm blood had a similar effect to throwing gasoline on fire. My aching throat burned for more as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful.

Before I was done the mother had roared her fury and charged me, we fell in a tangle of coarse hair and tattered clothes.

I snarled at the bear, spitting and hissing like an animal in my desperation to smother the hate inside me, to no avail. I fed from the bear quickly, feeling and hearing the sloshing of the blood inside me as I disentangled myself from the seemingly weightless corpse. I kicked it aside in disgust and it flew several feet to land with a sickening crunch against a brace of trees.

"Rosalie?" I heard a kind female voice call from behind me; I spun around into my hunting crouch and bared my teeth at Esme who had approached me with her hands raised peacefully. Her face was gentle, her gait slow and measured, her butterscotch eyes newly golden. "Sweetheart, it's ok. Calm down."

I blinked and straightened abruptly, folding my pale, slender arms across my chest and glowering at her. "What?"

"I came to give you this... um you may need new clothes but for now this should do." She raised her hand and offered me her jacket; I just glared at her scornfully. When I was human I had managed to bring men to their knees with the intensity of my gaze, I wondered if, now I was... inhuman, I could do the same.

"I don't need your coat." I sneered bitterly, tossing my hair over my shoulder. Esme's face tightened in what I refused to believe was pity. I would kill her if she pitied me.

"You're not well, Rosalie, believe me I understand what it feels like when a man abuses you but please, please let us help you. Edward has heard the turmoil in your mind and-"

"Stay out of my head!" I growled abruptly angry again, I nearly shook my head in surprise. They had warned me that I would be unpredictable even to myself as a newborn but these mood swings were more violent than the most severe pre-menstrual syndrome.

"Of course he tries not to hear any of us, Rosalie, but he can't turn it off." She smiled faintly. Took a step closer. "Rather like you can't just turn your beauty off, dear." She gestured to the small puddle beside me, a consequence of some unnoticed rain.

I glanced between her and the puddle, studying her caramel framed face for deceit; I found only compassion and empathy.

Almost reluctantly I bent over the little pool of water, to check my appearance. I couldn't stiffly the gasp that escaped me.

I was the epitome of beauty. This face that stared at me from the surface of the water made my human face look like that of a gnarled, old witch. The almond eyes and full lips both puckered in surprise, the golden hair was tangled but fell in attractively, messy curls around my high cheek boned face.

I was ethereal.

I heard a snort from above, but otherwise ignored the ever scowling Edward's amusement at my astonishment and superficial self admiration.

"You see, Rosalie," Esme said quietly, placing one hand lightly on my shoulder, "not everything is bad. You look positively divine, sweetheart, if only you would smile rather than glare." I let her pull me into a motherly embrace and for the first time in weeks felt vulnerable and hopeful.

Edward obviously believed me petty for myself worship of my beauty but he didn't understand what my beauty meant to me. I prized it above all of my other traits. It was my defining characteristic. To see that which I thought was perfect improved on, returned me somewhat to a more reasonable state of mind, I could now see past my hazy hate and crippling fury. I could feel my limbs stop shaking and my chest stop aching. I breathed deeply and calmly, not needing to but appreciating the familiarity.

The raging emotions were still there of course but they were simply bottled and pushed to that back of my mental shelf.

"Esme?" I began cautiously, still somewhat uncomfortable with this renewed calm.

"Yes, Rosalie?" I decided not to discuss with her what I had planned, instead gave a forced smile.

"You can call me Rose, if you'd like." I muttered staring at the ground when I felt her eyes on my face. "And I think I need some new clothes, and a hot bath would be heaven." Well it would be the closest I would probably ever get to heaven.

"Of course, Rose, I'm sure you're sick of being out here. Would you like to return to Rochester?" She asked in a content tone, I nodded, feigning submissiveness.

"Yes." I let her lead me up the embankment to where Edward sat by the two dead bear cubs; his eyes, too, were deep gold.

"You seem more in control, Rosalie, but I'm not sure it's safe for her to be so close to the humans, Esme. We should wait until Carlisle gets here and see what he thinks." I wasn't surprised that he knew what Esme had offered.

"She would benefit from something familiar and civilised," She disagreed gently, her arm still around my waist. "It's very late, there will be few people out, and if Rose promised not to breathe while we run I'm sure it'll be alright." She looked at me and smiled again, I returned it and nodded. Edward sighed.

"Fine, you go ahead, Esme and warn Carlisle, I know you're desperate to get back to him anyhow." I felt the slightest twinge of guilt at his words. It was my fault this kind lady was out here guarding me, away from her husband. It was clear to any who saw them how deeply in love Carlisle and Esme were.

"Thank you, Edward, run safe." She squeezed my hand and pecked Edward on the cheek before flitting away through the trees. I watched her go as my mind turned over my ideas and plans for my murderers... refining and polishing them up.

"Castrating them? It would hurt, yes, but that's not very original." Edward muttered from just behind me. "I'm not going to give you any ideas but I won't stop you, what those men did to you is inexcusable." I stared at him in mild surprise, I would have thought he'd run off to Carlisle and tell him what I was planning.

"You're not going to tell on me?" I asked him suspiciously as we made our way back through the forest to its fringe, I heard Edward chuckle darkly.

"Do I look like a rosy cheeked five year old, Miss Hale?" He asked condescendingly, I sniffed but didn't respond. He could be so insufferable.

We ran in silence for a few miles more, going so fast we couldn't be followed by the human eye. I could imagine how we would have looked if they could see us; my blonde hair snapping wildly in the breeze, my body prancing and graceful as I danced along the ground. Edward beside me all subtle muscle and dishevelled, beautiful hair; just as graceful as me but more aggressive in his stride. I watched him move from the corner of my eye, appreciatively. His clothes pressed tightly to his front from the speed of our run, his traditionally handsome jaw relaxed and his eyes oddly calm, almost happy.

Suddenly he glanced over at me and raised his eyebrows; I cursed internally and wrenched my thoughts away from his body.

As I saw the town near I inhaled deeply before ceasing the rhythmic flow of air to my lungs, Edward and I slowed our pace until we were simply walking. I tugged Esme's sweater over my head so it looked like a shawl, I was too well known around Rochester.

We quickly made our way to the Cullen house, but just before we entered Edward grabbed my arms and stopped me for a moment; his eyes showed some sort of confliction.

"I know I said I wouldn't help you but... if you want to really hurt a man... there, make it slow. Shin's, too, are particularly painful." He told me almost silently, so I knew the two vampires inside couldn't hear. I felt my mouth twist in a grimace when I thought the word 'vampire'.

"You'll get used to it soon, Rosalie, and truly I am sorry for your loss. You mustn't think badly of Carlisle for saving you though, he always strives to do what is right." He said kindly but with a defensive edge to it; I snorted scornfully with the remaining air in my lungs and entered the house.

Ok, hoped you liked it!
Next chapter should be up in the next four days to a week... roughly.
That's if people like this. I'm not going to beg for reviews cause that bugs me when people do that but it would be nice.

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