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Rochester, New York-1933

Esme had done a really good job decorating this house. Even five years later, I was still impressed at her architectural abilities. We were living in an upscale neighborhood on the outskirts of town. Our house was quite large, and there was more room than we needed, but we all loved it. Carlisle and Esme were like my parents, which was proved by graciously accepting my back after my little rebellious phase.

Suddenly, Carlisle's thoughts pounded into mine. He was bringing someone else in to be saved. A young woman by the looks of it. "Esme, he's bringing someone in. She looks pretty bad."

"Have Carlisle bring her to the guest room upstairs. I'll go get it ready." She was gone in a flash, and Carlisle appeared. I pointed him upstairs and followed. He laid her down, and I saw her face.

"Isn't that Rosalie Hale?" Yes. We all heard her weak pulse and knew what was coming next. Carlisle bit her neck. I was still amazed that Rochester's own royalty was here. And she was a screamer. Thankfully, Esme had made this house soundproof, otherwise our neighbors might have gotten a little suspicious.

Esme showed more concern, "How did this happen?" She gestured towards Miss Hale's battered and bruised body.

"I'm not sure. I just found her like this on the sidewalk. I couldn't just leave her there." Carlisle was checking her for injuries. Three broken ribs, a broken cheekbone, two missing teeth, bruises on her face and forearms, and probably some internal bleeding. It sounded to me like she had been beaten. I had read in the newspaper that she was going to be married soon, and I wondered what her fiancé would do if he saw her like this. He only liked her for her looks and money. I didn't have to read his mind to know that.

She was indeed beautiful, but the beauty was probably only skin deep. Many women those days with beauty were as shallow as a puddle on the sidewalk. That's probably why I hadn't found someone yet. Most girls were too self-centered or only saw my face and wanted me for my looks. I wanted something deeper than that. Something I probably wouldn't find this century.

Esme and Carlisle were trying to guard their thoughts which alarmed me. Normally, I would just give them their privacy, but now I was curious. A couple things slipped that I knew they didn't want me to hear. She's beautiful. I wonder what Edward thinks. That came from Esme. This one from Carlisle: Maybe she could be Edward's mate. Esme and I think he may be getting lonely. I wonder if she could mean as much to Edward as Esme does to me.

I couldn't believe they were turning this into a matchmaking opportunity! I never had any interest in Rosalie Hale, and that didn't change even then. Maybe she wasn't as bad as all the stories, but I highly doubted that. All I had to do was look at Royce King, the man she was marrying, to doubt that. He was an uptight, proud, rich man who loved money, beautiful women, and himself. I couldn't imagine Miss Hale being any different. Maybe I was just stereotyping, but I didn't think so.

The screaming ended two and a half days later with her heart. I couldn't say that silence had ever sounded better. Well as silent as it could be in my case, what with the mutterings in my ears. She shot straight up and looked around wildly. She focused on Carlisle and I and instantly started to smooth her already perfect hair. Her mind was as shallow as I had thought.

"Who are you people, and how did I get here?" her blood red eyes scrutinized her surroundings and decided that she must be in the presence of the rich. I groaned inwardly at her thought process. She seemed to sense my repulsion. Her eyes narrowed in malice. If I had been human, her whole appearance probably would have frightened and dazzled me simultaneously.

"I'm Carlisle, this is my wife, Esme, and our son, Edward. I found you severely injured on the sidewalk not far from here. Can you remember what happened?"

"Yes, my fiancé and his friends did it after they drank too much that night. What a bastard!" I could see her running scenarios through her brain of how best to deal with him. I felt sorry for this guy but was somewhat impressed by her devious mind. Esme was shocked at her vocabulary but was also concerned by what she had said had happened to her. Miss Hale just took it as a chance to make him pay for wronging her.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, except for my throat. Do you have a mirror? I want to freshen up before I go home." Of course her appearance was all important.

On the vanity was a small, silver mirror that Esme handed to Miss Hale. She shattered it from gripping it too hard, but not before she screamed at her reflection. "What did you do to me?"

"I changed you into a vampire. You almost died, and that was the only way I could save you."

"What about my eyes? Why are they red?"

"They will be for now. If you follow our diet, then they will look like ours."

"Diet? You mean like blood?"

"Yes. Human blood will keep them red, but animal blood will turn them gold."

"What comes with being a vampire? Are there any advantages?" I saw what she was thinking. That was a girl who only did things to her benefit. She wanted to know if this life could suit her.

"Enhanced senses, speed, agility, and the thirst. Also, you have eternal life."

"What about youth and beauty? Will I always look like this?"

"Yes, unless you willingly change your appearance."

This girl was disgusting me. Her mind was only focusing on herself and how things affected her. Also, she was starting to consider how best to use her new abilities to punish her ex-fiancé. I had to say one thing for her, she was very intelligent and cunning. It was a good thing I could read her mind or else she could have made my life a living hell.

"I'm guessing I can't go back to my family?"

"No. I led people to believe that you had run off with another rich, dashing man.. I thought that was more believable than telling them you died without being able to produce a body."

"You're right. That was the best thing to tell people. I was sick of my family anyway, and my friends are boring, too." She shrugged all of those people off without a second thought. All of them besides her ex-fiancé. Her obsession with killing him was starting to unnerve me. I was really going to have to talk to Carlisle about that. I mean, I thought the guy was horrible for treating a woman that way, but her killing him could jeopardize our living here.

"Carlisle, may I talk to you for a moment?" Sure, Edward.

"Excuse us for a minute, ladies." We left and went to a secluded room in the house where they couldn't hear us.

"She's planning revenge on Royce King. She's planning on killing him."

Has she decided what she wants to do to him?

"No, she's decided to see the extent of her abilities first and then plan."

We can't let her. She'd turn into a regular, unguided newborn.

"Yes. You need to talk to her about it."

I will when we go back.

"Are you going to tell her about my ability?"

Not until she agrees to stay with us.

"Don't worry, she will. She sees that we can offer her the most."

Okay, we should go back now.

We headed back, and Carlisle talked to her. Even though Carlisle never mentioned my gift, she somehow knew I was the one who had tipped Carlisle off. She glared at me the whole time. Although she was acting like a brat, Carlisle and Esme were holding on to that earlier dream. They were blaming her behavior on the trauma she had experienced. Fat chance.