AN: You will get to meet THE Rosalie Hale! I'm excited to write that! Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Chapter three was the most entertaining to write, and I hope you liked it.

Disclaimer: The only characters I own are the secretary and Ms. Brenda Harding. Though I'm not particularly proud of them...

Chapter Four: Banker

I hunted the night before, having to leave town to find big enough game. I was relieved to have the taste of human blood out of my mouth, and I no longer felt so eager to lock my teeth around a real throat.

Esme was so pleased with the house that she was always going into the city–weather permitting– to find furnishings. She was also baking, and seemed to think that the neighbours would enjoy eating her brownies, even if we didn't...or couldn't.

"Oh, Edward, would you run across the street and give these to the Hales?" She tried to hand me the plate.

"No! Well, not unless you and Carlisle come with me." I really didn't want to hear the shallow thoughts I'd only been able to sense so far.

"Alright. I'm going to get my jacket, and I'll call Carlisle down." She pulled her coat off the rack–for appearance rather than function–and softly said "Carlisle!" just loud enough for him to hear.

"We're going to the Hale house to deliver some brownies," She said to him. He looked a little exasperated, but still agreed to come.

I felt myself swear in my head that I would say nothing to them when I got there. Not for anyone. The people in Corn Hill were slightly...different than any people I'd met before.

"Hello," the man said at the door. He seemed slightly protective of his home, as if he didn't want intruders. So these are the ones who moved in across the street, he thought, I hope they're not here to try anything with Rosy. I've had it with those boys!

"Hello," Carlisle said cheerfully. "I'm Carlisle Cullen, and this is my wife Esme and her brother, Edward."

The man donned a fake smile, though it was a slightly disapproving smile. "I'm Mr. Hale." no first name. "I work at the bank." They're obviously not the same class of people as us. Though they are beautiful. Especially the Esme one.

I hated these people. Hated them. How on earth could he judge us so quickly, disapprovingly, without even knowing us? He took the plate of brownies, studying the shape of them as if looking for imperfections.

"Rosy? Marcus? Brent? Lillian? We have guests!" There were more of them? I felt my stomach wring with disgust.

Rosy? I wish he would just call me Rosalie like everyone else! Doesn't he know that I'm an adult? Those were the thoughts of the oldest daughter, Rosalie. Her thoughts were slightly purer than those of her father, but she was still as vain.

The youngest, Brent, had quiet thoughts that had very little to do with our arrival at all. Though he was only eight or nine, so what could I expect? Still, I could feel the strong ambition in his thoughts, and the desire to grow to be rich like his father.

Another boy to steal the girls from me! Marcus was an envious child. He looked up to his beautiful sister quite a bit, and looked down on his brother respectively. His father was his role model. They must be important for Father to invite them. I wonder if this has something to do with me...Maybe he's for Rosalie.

Lillian was the mother and wife, beautiful in evening wear despite the fact that it was only eleven o'clock in the morning. Her hear was swept up into a piling arrangement on the top of her head, strawberry blonde hair outlined by the rose colour of her dress. The same could be said for Rosalie in her elegant sun dress, gold hair carefully positioned around her shoulders.

"I didn't know you were going out," Carlisle said, responding to the clothes they were wearing and the way they carried themselves.

"We're not," Mr. Hale said, rejecting us again. "Rosalie, could you lay these on the counter?"

She didn't say anything, just took the plate from his hands and swept into the kitchen. He seemed afraid that Rosalie would have some kind of effect on me with her beauty, not wanting me to get involved. He also seemed upset that I wouldn't be dazed by his daughter soon.

The thing that disturbed me most about this family was the way they seemed to be judging our character. Our flaws. It was if we were either not good enough to be their neighbours, or that we would be too good, and draw the attention from them. That was exactly the problem, they were attention-seeking people.

And there was absolutely nothing wrong with Rosalie or Lillian, just Mr. Hale and the obvious was he had raised his boys. To be sportsmen, or to be the heirs to his banking throne. To carry on the tradition of perfection, even if it meant knocking some Cullens out of the way.

"Well it was very nice meeting you, Mr. Hale. And your lovely wife and children. Perhaps we could plan an outing soon?" Esme smiled hopefully in their direction.

"I don't think that would be best," he responded curtly. "We are a little busy these days."

"Oh." Esme frowned. "Well it was a pleasure meeting you, anyway. Come on Edward. Carlisle."

We walked back across the perfect lawn, and I had to resist the urge to dig my feet in and crush some of the squares of grass beneath my feet. "They're horrible," I mumbled. "Well not all of them, just Mr. Hale."

They both nodded agreement, and then pulled me inside the house. "We need to be friendly to our neighbours, Edward. Once you get the control, I want you to meet with Rosalie. Maybe she'll be a very nice friend." Esme's radiating smile only made her seem more oblivious to their attitude.

"You can't make me," I hissed. "I'd rather..." after the recent experiences, I realized that nothing really would be better than visiting Rosy.There was nothing worse than what I'd been through in the past years.

"They're so shallow," I continued. "So superficial. 'Daddy's the best banker in town!' 'I want to be just like Daddy when I grow up!'" I mocked the voices of the children. "Don't they have an idea of what's going on out there?"

"Of course they don't. They've been told that this is the way the world works. And it's wrong, I know, but they can't help it." Only Carlisle could be so accepting of those people.

"I will not!" I broke free of Carlisle's grasp on my arm. "I don't want them to think those things about us again! If you even knew...If you had any idea..." I felt the pressure build inside of me. "I'm going to find something to do tomorrow, but it's not going to be with the Hales."

"Edward..." Carlisle took a deep breath for emphasis. "I took you back into this house. Think of this as the same situation. Just months ago you were no better than them, so don't think yourself too high to associate with them."

"Too...I never ever thought I was better! I just think that they're taking advantage of the situation they're in! They're oblivious, living in an alternate reality." I couldn't meet his eyes. "My ability doesn't allow me to make judgements, I just know it's the way they are."

I went upstairs to put my things away, but I just couldn't take my mind off of the Hales. Were they really that privileged that they could think themselves better than everyone? I hope Mr. Hale had a heart attack tomorrow, and that Carlisle was working in surgery. Then he would owe his life to us. I knew it was very wrong to think things like that, but I continued thinking about various unfortunate accidents that meant the Hales would depend on us. Couldn't they see that we were only being friendly?

But they weren't all bad. Other than Mr. Hale, their thoughts were of approval, not of their exceptional lifestyle. The children only wanted the same as their parents, and Lillian only wanted to please her husband. Still, they were likely beyond redemption at this point.

And Mr. Hale had thought I was making advances on his daughter. Adorable Rosalie probably had enough suitors to make her happy for a lifetime. As if I of all people would want her! All I wanted was for her to stop thinking about her reflection in the mirror so that I could think my own thoughts.

If I had to go back again, I didn't know if I'd survive. At this point I was seriously considering getting a job so I could escape the madness. So far I had crossed real-estate agent and banker off my possible career list. If only I had the control of Carlisle I could learn surgery.

But that was tomorrow, and I still had all of today to do things that didn't involve the Hales.

AN: Done again! Rosalie is one of my favourite characters, and I really don't think she's like that. First impressions can often be wrong, remember! Anyway, what do you think of how I wrote Rosalie? There's probably not going to be much more about them, unless I write up to the part where she gets engaged to Royce King. Which I doubt I will since that's two years from this point in the story. Why don't you...REVIEW!?