Disclaimer (For entire story): I unfortunately do not own anything that is Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse, because they belong to Stephenie Meyer.

I love the Cullen girls, so a lot of the perspectives at the beginning will be from their point of views.

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The Cullen Family (+1) Chronicles

Chapter 1

"Edward, go to hell."

He chuckled, which he knew would only anger me further. "You know I'm already there, Rosalie."

I started running faster to ditch him, and being a newborn I took satisfaction in the fact that I was faster, stronger, and prettier than Edward could ever imagine.

After three months of my new isolated lifestyle hunting was by far my favorite part. Apparently Carlisle told me that I was natural at it, and I enjoyed flaunting that fact to Edward every chance I got.

Honestly though, I don't know how Carlisle – who turned out to be a very nice vampire despite my doubts about him – could ever have thought of me as a mate for Edward. He was so sarcastic, and depressing, and most of the time I didn't even have a clue what he was talking about. Woops - Carlisle says I'm not allowed to think about that so close to Edward. I need to think of something else quick! I began thinking about my dresser, and how I would sit at it for hours staring at my flawless perfection...

I had never really cared much for the woods around Rochester when I was a human; there were no beauty salons, no stores, and definitely no men out there, so there was really no need for me to ever venture out into them. I laughed darkly to myself at the irony of my situation. Since my changing Esme bought a house right in the middle of the forest, about twenty miles outside of the city, and I was restricted to a mere ten mile radius that stretched around the house. Edward, who had been a vampire much longer than me, was free to come and go as he pleased.

As my situation transformed itself into fury – as it usually did these days – I saw a grizzly bear trying to hunt for fish out of the stream. Aha; I was the hunter hunting the hunter, perfect. I was about to pounce when Edward's annoying voice entered my ears again, which I thought I had managed to block out. I don't know why he was even hunting when he had just killed a mountain lion two days ago. Probably to just irritate me as usual.

"You are so egotistical, do you know that Rosalie?"

I wasn't going to let him get to me though, and I continued my attack. I lunged at the grizzly bear, snapping its neck clean off of its body before I even landed on the ground. I stuck my face into the crevasse I had created and lapped up the blood that I needed to survive. For some reason bears just tasted so much more enjoyable than any other animal. I relished in the smell, the feel of the fur, the sense of fulfillment that accompanied the warm liquid down my throat, and of all of my emotional stress that was slowly seeping out of me as I continued to drink.

"You need to stop hunting bears, Rosalie. Carlisle has told you twice already that there aren't many of them left, and they can't all just suddenly disappear. Or did you forget again?" he asked sarcastically.

"Shut up. Why don't you go practice your stupid piano some more? You've gotten really good, playing that one song over and over again," I shot back.

"If you had the capacity to appreciate music the way I do – let alone comprehend it – you would understand. But you can't so you don't," he concluded sadly, not as happy with his retort as he usually was, and I had to admit it was one of his better ones.

But it didn't matter what he thought anyways, because tonight, after two months of waiting, two long months of creeping around the city that I knew so well. But I was forced to hide in its shadows, because even though I had become infinitely more beautiful, no one was allowed to see me.

Except them, and now there was only one of them left. I knew that Edward was aware of the secret killings that I had been doing, and I think the only reason he had yet to tell Carlisle was because he knew that I refused to drink their blood. After what they had done to me, how they had destroyed my dignity in a way I had never even dreamed of, they deserved their deaths. But they did not deserve to have their blood flow through my veins. That was something I was sure of. Never would that happen. Especially with Royce.

I grinned to myself as I imagined how I had planned it out meticulously in my head. He was working late at the bank tonight. This was good because there would be no one else around, and I had noticed that he had picked up a new fiancée since my "unexpected disappearance", so she wouldn't have to be involved. As badly as I wanted to kill her as well, the more I thought about it I realized that she didn't deserve death. I had seen her once and knew that she was exactly like me: young, beautiful, innocent, and she had two parents who were only concerned with their social status in the city.

As I approached the house that was much too big for a coven – woops, Carlisle demanded we be called a family, no matter how unrelated we were – of four I heard Esme planting her geraniums in the gigantic backyard. As much as I hated my new self I had to admit the enhanced senses were extremely useful.

"Welcome home, Rosalie, my darling." Esme's beautifully melodic voice drifted across the lawn without even turning to look at me. I sat down and crossed my legs beside her in response. "I need to talk to you," Esme continued indifferently, but her tone implied that it was important. "First off, if you kill one more bear I will have no choice but to tell Carlisle, and you know that is the last thing I want to do to my daughter." She looked at me and smiled as that last word came out of her mouth, and I couldn't help but return the expression.

I had learned very quickly that there was nothing in this world Esme wanted more than a happy, loving family, and considering her situation, I felt like I needed to humor her. Plus, I was winning her favor over Edward, who was nothing but moody and brooding these days, as he had been for quite some time apparently. Not only was I a daughter, I was always willing to talk and accept any favors Esme did for me with gratitude. Edward was a different story, and Carlisle told me that he had just recently returned after running away for ten years.

"Are you going to be sneaking out again tonight?" she asked as she turned back to the hole she had dug in front of her, the dark soil contrasting greatly against her soft white skin. I was taken aback as her words sunk in. She chuckled lightly at my surprised expression. "You've been leaving at night, once every week for the past four weeks, around one a.m. you leave and five a.m. you return, always wearing a white wedding dress stained red. Who is it this time?" she pressed further.

"There's only one left," I whispered.

I was brought back from my daze as the dirt that fell off of Esme as she stood up landed on my skirt. "Well don't have too much fun my dear." She paused to collect her tools. "But try and make it a bit quicker than last week, because Carlisle was a tad curious as to where you were. Oh and I've already washed your dress," she called back to me, already on the back porch steps.

I smiled; she might not have been my real mother, but she was much more understanding, didn't overreact, and when me and Edward didn't work out she didn't continue to try and push us together in hopes of a higher social status or money. I wasn't sure if I believed in love anymore, but if it was still out there I doubted I would be finding it any time soon. After all, look at Edward…

"Go to hell Rosalie!" I heard Edward shout from a third floor window.

"Serves you right for constantly being in my head! And what was it you said before? 'I'm already there'?"

Satisfied with the growl I received in response I headed inside.

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