Rosalie knew she could be vindictive. Especially when it came to being embarrassed or hurt by someone. Hadn't she proven that right after being turned into a vampire by her parents? She had only killed once — well, technically five times, but it was all the same night. She didn't even drink their blood. In fact, human blood had never graced her lips and she planned to never let it do so. She had killed solely out of vengeance and nothing else. They had taken her life, so she took theirs. Only they were not turned. She had made sure of that. Rosalie had made sure that those men would never hurt someone else as they had hurt her. Once a predator, always a predator. At least that applied to men like them.

She had saved Royce King II for last that fateful night so long ago. She was betrothed to be married to him when she turned 18. But he hadn't wanted to wait two more years for her. He had been 20 and would have been 22 before they were married. Waiting was not something he wanted to do, and being drunk had fueled his wants even more than usual. He had been used to getting his own way and being told no was not acceptable to him. Hadn't his parents told him he could have whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, his entire life? Being told he would have to wait for Rosalie had infuriated him. But he had gotten what he deserved in the end.

Oh yes, the look on his face when she waited on him in his room, sitting on his bed, when he came out of the bathroom after bathing that night. He had, somehow, known about the other four men being killed, though Rosalie was never quite sure how he had found out so quickly. He was last and he knew it. Royce King II knew he was going to die that night. And even better, he had known why.

Rosalie had wanted to make it a slow death. A tortuous death. What else could be said of her own? Royce had left her for dead in the streets, broken and bleeding in the cold. Her blood had already started to freeze in the chill of the night. Thank goodness Carlisle and Esme had been taking a walk around Rochester that night.

At first she had been so angry. Her humanity was gone with two bites, one from each of her parents, given at the exact same moment. But the truth was, in the end, she was better for it. She was so much better for it. But, in the early days, she had been bitter. So bitter.

The night she killed the five men who had raped her mercilessly, one right after the other, she had gone home and crawled between her parents and cried, venom pouring down her cheeks. It had been pure instinct. She had been a vampire for a year at that point, and had already thought of Carlisle and Esme as her parents in her mind, but had fought them at every turn and refused to call them as such. She had told them for so long they weren't her parents even if they were the ones who had birthed her into this world. The night she killed Royce and those four other bastards, she changed though. From then on, they were Mom and Dad. Mama and Daddy. Mother and Father. Oh she had had her moments when she would yell at one or the other and tell them they were not her parents. She still had those moments at times. But their love never wavered. Not once. No matter what she said or did. They were always there to love and guide her.

Vengeance was, though, her safety net, and it had been since her rebirth. It was how she handled things — though it was often the thing that lead her into trouble where her siblings were concerned.

She couldn't do anything about Jacob, Edward, and Emmet tonight — despite not being punished further, she had been sent to her room by her mother and was told, in no uncertain terms, that she needed to stay in her room the rest of the night. She had felt her eyes darken at that, but she knew better than to push any buttons right now. Especially after she had gotten away with so little punishment. Oh, she was definitely sorry she had behaved the way she had in front of her mom, but Edward, Emmet, and Jacob would be sorry eventually, too. She just had to make sure it was not tonight, nor obvious.

So she had to think, and she had to think hard.


The night was long and Rosalie was going stir crazy in her room. She had taken her hair down and brushed it out, just to give herself something to do. Emmett knew better than to come up, or had been told he needed to leave her alone for now, so it was quiet. She would have watched television except Esme had taken the cord connecting it to the outlet for denting the wall earlier. She wanted Rosalie to have time to think about her actions. It was, however, getting to the point of having too much time to think. She truly wished she had her phone or something to help pass the time.

Her back was facing the door as she did the closest thing to sleep possible for a vampire, so while she vaguely heard her door open and someone come in, she wasn't aware enough to know who it was until Carlisle came around the bed and sat beside her, running his hand softly through her hair and tucking it behind her ear.

"Kitty, do you want to talk about it?" Carlisle asked softly. He had talked to his wife at length, so he knew what had happened. He could not believe they had been so oblivious to what was occurring right under their noses. It was pure stress, and he was glad Esme had gone easy on their daughter.

"No, Daddy," Rosalie whispered, with a tear falling down her cheek.

Carlisle wiped the tear away from his daughter's cheek and then waited. Rosalie was always on her own time. It was often why disciplining her took longer than with their other children. It took her longer to see reason. But it also took her longer to open up, to admit she was hurting, and a plethora of other things. Carlisle was glad they had an eternity to wait.

"Mom said I have to stay in my room until she comes to get me."

Carlisle nodded. He knew this, but it was not for the reason Rosalie probably thought. Esme wanted to keep Rosalie away from the boys to give her time to calm down. Had they let Rosalie back downstairs with the three boys, they would have, more than likely, had a bigger fight on their hands. The boys would have continued to tease her and she would seek retribution for their teasing.

"Yes, Love, I know. Mom told me. She thought it best that you spend some time alone away from the boys after what happened," Carlisle said.

"I wish Alice and Jasper were home," Rosalie whimpered. She missed her brother and sister. She and Jasper were passed off a twins so much that they honestly felt they were. Alice was her best friend. And they were gone.

Carlisle nodded. He knew the feeling. His two missing children, who he had no idea where they were, had a lot to answer for when returned home. He knew they would return. Had the circumstances been different, he would have tracked them down and had them home already. However, the problems with the wolves made it difficult and Alice and Jasper had used their powers and quite a bit of deception to leave. He still wasn't quite sure why they had left.

"I know, Kitten. We are all ready for them to be home," Carlisle said.

"You want them to come home so you can murder them," Rosalie said, tearing up.

Carlisle stared at his daughter. Murder? Really? That was a bit dramatic even for Rosalie.

"I don't think your mother will let me murder them, Kitten, so there are no worries about that."

"It's Mama they need to worry about. She's really upset with them," Rosalie whispered.

Carlisle had to stop himself from nodding. While he was upset with the two, Esme was furious, though Carlisle had not yet been able to figure out why she was so angry. He was also wondering how Rosalie knew Esme was upset with Alice and Jasper. Esme was the epitome of calm in a hurricane of emotion. He honestly would, more than likely, not have known she was upset had she not spoken to him about it.

"How exactly do you know Mama is upset?" Carlisle asked.

Rosalie looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Daddy, Emmett and I snuck out of the house last week and Mama was furious. We came back after eight hours. Jasper and Alice have been gone for a while, plus they haven't called either of you. You're not happy, but Mama is pissed," Rosalie said nonchalantly.

Carlisle quickly tapped his daughter's backside very lightly and said, "Language, Rosalie."

At least his teenager looked sheepish.

"Sorry. Please don't tell Mama. She is already in such a foul mood with me. In hindsight, I probably should not have fed Jacob from a dog bowl of my own creation. But, Daddy, he is just as nasty and vile to me. This is my home, not his. It's not fair."

Carlisle did have to agree. He hated that he had been so wrapped up in Bella's health that he had missed the torment his child had been living through by having Jacob here. Rosalie had enough trust issues with people, males especially, that she should never have been in the situation in her own home.

"Kitty, I know it's now okay. I will be speaking to Jacob, Emmet, and your brother. They are not helping matters by laughing at Jacob's antics. I ask, though, that you leave this to me and do not seek vengeance on any of them," Carlisle said.

Rosalie looked away and said nothing. She didn't want to lie and say she wouldn't do anything to them. She didn't want to be completely honest and say she would not get back at the three guys.

Her saving grace, in that moment, was Edward shouting through the house that Bella was in distress.

"Go, Daddy," Rosalie said, hearing the urgency in her brother's voice.

Carlisle leaned down and quickly kissed the top of his daughter's head and then ran downstairs. Rosalie sighed deeply, thankful that she had not had to lie to her father.


It was early morning before Esme came back into Rosalie's room and sat beside her on the bed. Rosalie looked at her with questioning eyes.

"Bella is stable," Esme answers, knowing well what her daughter wanted to know.

Although Esme knew Rosalie did not care for Bella for reasons outside of Bella's control, Rosalie respected what Bella was doing for her unborn child.

Rosalie nodded and then looked away from her mother.

"Are you here to free me?" Rosalie asked quietly. She was so tired of being stuck in her room.

"Are you going to behave if I do?" Esme asked back.

Rosalie looked up at her mother, stared at her darkening eyes and nodded. At least her mother's eyes were dark right now because of hunger and not because Rosalie had pissed her off.

"Then yes, Rose, you may leave the confines of your room," Esme said.

Esme was surprised when Rosalie didn't jump up and run out of the room.

"What is wrong, sweetheart?" Esme asked, moving to run her fingers through Rosalie's hair much as like the child's father had earlier.

"I don't want them to tease me, Mama," Rosalie said, a tear slipping down her cheek.

Esme quickly wiped the tear away from her daughter's cheek and pulled Rosalie into a hug.

"Sweetheart, your father and I won't let that happen. We will be paying much closer attention now, I promise," Esme said, kissing the top of her daughter's head.

Rosalie hugged her mother tightly, a smile spreading across her face.

The seeds of revenge were now planted.