DISCLAIMER ::: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS. I DID NOT CREATE THEM, EXCEPT FOR ROSEMARY, SHE IS MINE. THIS IS MERELY A STORY WRITTEN BY ME WITH THE INSPIRATION OF STEPHENIE MEYER'S BOOK "TWILIGHT" NO COPYRIGHT INFRIGEMENT IS INTENDED. THIS STORY IS ONLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES, NOT FOR PUBLICATION FOR ANYTHING OTHER THAN THE ENJOYMENT FOR FELLOW TWILIGHT/STEPHENIE MEYER FANS TO ENJOY READING.

Rosemary

It was just another cloudy day here on First Beach. I loved coming here, my dad says he should just build me a shack so I can be here all day long. I just laugh him off, he knows the real reason I'm always here, always with pain in his eyes, he lets me stay for as long as I like, reminding me he will always be my daddy and I will always be his little girl.

I come here to be close to my mom, hoping to feel her, catch a memory or something. You see my mom died twenty minutes after giving birth to me. I have spent my whole life without her, a 16 whole freaking wonderful years. My aunt has tried her best to be the perfect mother figure for me, and I truly loved her dearly, but it ... well it just wasn't the same.

Daddy says I look just like her, although my skin is darker. I think that's just merely because of my obsession with tanning. I always thought I looked so pale against my family, daddy just said it was because mommy wasn't Native American like him. My hair was dark brown and silky smooth, that is something I got from my daddy, but I have her eyes. I hate them.

He doesn't even have any pictures of her in our home, I don't understand. I refuse to ask him anymore, after the last time of him freaking out, shaking badly all over, and screaming at me, I was terrified. I never did ask again. I don't even know who her family was, daddy says she didn't have a family, she was all alone. Kind of like how I feel now, alone with noone who truly understood me.

To set my self straight, I wasn't some crazy depressed teen, who thought of nothing but death and ways to kill myself, now I wasn't stupid. I just feel alone. My best friend in the whole world is everything to me, without him I would be shattered to pieces. Without him, I empty. I wouldn't have been able to deal with an extremely over protected father, who thought I should be sheltered from everything in the whole. That's why we moved away right after I was born, so I could be protected. But from what?

My best friend, who started off as my brother has been with us since day one. I know you must think I'm crazy, but trust me I'm not. My family isn't like the normal HallMark families out there, we are different. My father, best friend, nor my aunt has aged since as long as I can remember. I did question it once when I was 14, and I was finally told the secret that bonded my family together.

Shaper-shifters. Yea, don't worry I about shit myself too when they told me. I thought it was all a joke, until my best friend showed me. I can remember it so clearly still to this day. He stood about 10 feet from me, and started shaking all over before his body burst, with mind blowing crunches he was a freaking werewolf. Huge, may I add. Not like the ones you see in movies. Surprisingly I wasn't scared, I went him laying down at my feet with his goregous black eyes starring into mine, I reached out and ran my fingers through him fur and cooing over him like a big puppy dog.

That day I learned I was his imprint. Daddy says one day I can learn what that truly means, but for now it just means he will never leave me, will always want to protect me and do what is the best for me. Which I'm very thankful for. I don't think I could deal with the pain of not having her around without him.

I was on a mission today, a mission of truth. Today was her birthday, and I didn't care if daddy liked it or not, I was gonna be damned to know how she was, and everything else in between.

"Daddy! You home?" I said breathlessly running into our home, searching for my father. Today was the day I was gonna find out the whole truth about my mother, I am sure of it.

"Rosemary, there is no need to shout. Now what do you need, I'm busy."

Doing what? Sitting at the table shoveling food into the endless pit also known as his body. Egh, my daddy is so gross sometimes. You'd think he was the 16 year old and I was the parent.

"I need answers, I can't take it anymore. Everything you've been hiding I need to know it now!" I yelled in one breath. My frustration of so many unanswered questions creeping up.

As if sensing what I wanted, he leaned back from the table, his face so unreadable, he was tense I could tell. He got up and walked in to his bedroom, coming back with a box I've never noticed before. He sat it on the table and pulled out a picture. His eyes began welling with tears as he studied the picture.

"Rosie, this ... this is your mother." He choked out, handing me the old tathered photo. My hands were tembling as I took his from him, not breaking away from his pained face.

Come on, girl you can do this. Just look.

And I did. She was beautiful, I did look like her. Warm pools of tears began filling my eyes to the brim, I couldn't take it anymore. I lunged myself to my father holding him for dear life as I stared at her picture.

"What's her name?" I whispered against his chest.

His hold loosened, sitting me on his lap while soothing my tears away he finally spoke....

"Baby, your mom's name is ... "