Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight…

I have always wanted to write a story with Rosalie in Bella's place. Honestly, I'm not too sure how this story will turn out… but we'll see.

Rosalie Hale was unhappy. She scowled as she stared out the window, watching the scenery of Rochester blur right by her. This was possibly the last time she would see the lovely city she had grown up in.

"Stop scowling, Rosalie." Her mother snapped, glancing over her shoulder to look at the backseat where Rosalie was seated with her younger brothers, Alexander and Jameson. "It is unbecoming of you."

"I don't want to move." Rosalie voiced her opinion yet again.

Her mother's tone hardened. "Stop complaining. Your father is overseeing the opening of a new bank – this is a wonderful opportunity for him."

"All my friends – Vera, Genevieve, Savannah – live here!"

"You –" Her mother began angrily.

"Cordelia, my love, it is okay." William Hale interjected smoothly, using the rear-view mirror to glance back at his daughter. His cold, piercing blue eyes bore into Rosalie's violet-coloured eyes. "I am quite sure that Rosalie doesn't wish to disappoint me. Am I right?"

"You are, sir." Rosalie mumbled, lowering her eyes. This was something her father always did to her and her brothers; he made them feel like they were horrible people for having their own opinions, as though they weren't meeting his expectations and were letting him down.

"Then I shall be expecting you to have a more positive outlook on this move." William continued on. "In fact, maybe this small town of Forks will help you with your attitude."

Rosalie nodded her head. "Yes, sir, I will."

William smiled pleasantly and readjusted the rear-view mirror. "Good then."

Rosalie simply opted to be quiet for the remainder of the dreadful journey to their airport. As they boarded the plane, her brothers chattered eagerly and her mother kept droning on and on about how fabulous their new house was. Rosalie, of course, didn't care – she tried to tune out her family and their insistent talking as she sat down in her seat.

All Rosalie could think about was everything she was leaving behind. Her life had been perfect in Rochester, New York. She was beautiful, popular, and had all the friends. She was the one all the boys wanted and the envy of all the girls. Rosalie had walked through the school halls, having no problem flaunting her wealth and beauty.

Now all of that was being taken away from her.

Rosalie was being forced to move to the cloudy and rainy town of Forks… all because her father was more interested in opening a chain of new banks across the United Stated than he was in his own family.

Her brothers, Alexander and Jameson, didn't seem to have any problem with moving. Rosalie thought that if they had been on her side – against the idea of moving – there might have been a slim chance the move wouldn't have happened. But they had let her down.

The only benefit about this move was finally being able to get away from Royce.

Sighing, Rosalie leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. She had a long six hours ahead of her until they landed in Seattle…

OKAY! That's it for the first chapter of Midnight Dusk.

In case you're curious for how I named this story: dusk is a synonym of the word twilight. I then took the midnight part from Midnight Sun and combined it with dusk… hence the story name Midnight Dusk. A bit lame in my opinion, but I couldn't think of anything else.

I'm going to try and keep Rosalie true to her character. She is described as being narcissistic, self-centered, shallow, and naïve (as a human); though she is also extremely loyal to her friends and family.