We Own The Night

Four: Withering Rose

Rated: M(For Language, Violence, and Sexuality)

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer takes the credit. If I owned the series, however, Rosalie would have been with Bella or Leah Clearwater would have imprinted on her in New Moon. As you can see, I'm simply Team Gay Bella. :D

Author's Note: Seriously, to everyone who has expressed interest in this story, you guys are amazing. I may or may not delete Waking Up in Vegas, I just have to build up enough confidence to continue it or maybe rewrite it. In this chapter, it's both in Angela's and Rosalie's point of view. I LOVE Rosalie, and I hate tormenting her but that's how it is for now unfortunately. :( Oh and excuse the excessive language in this chapter. Just a warning, I was really frustrated so Angela may seem OOC, only because she's angry. Once again, I apologize for it being super long. I'm on a roll!

Rosalie Hale's Point of View; Venezuela:

It had been a few hours ever since I lost track of her scent yet it still lingered fresh in my memory. That red headed wench needed to be found, but I have to admit, she was quite talented when it came to evading me. Victoria. The enraged vampire must have sworn revenge against my family after she learned of her mate's well deserved end. A small smirk quickly contradicted the permanent frown I wore on my face at the memory, but it disappeared just as fast. I dare not explore the part of my brain that contained recollections of Bella as thinking of that beautiful angel would tear me apart. She was safe, happy, and would go on living a human life. She will find happiness with somebody normal one day. The bitter thought caused me to snarl in either annoyance or jealousy.

Enough of that! I will not break the current streak I was on since I refuse to succumb to weakness as I am Rosalie Hale. My focus should remain on my current goal which was to hone my skills as a Tracker. Victoria must perish at all costs and I would not rest until it was I who drained her of the undead life she led. "Your determination is quite an admirable trait, Rosalie, but do you honestly believe you're going to pull this off on your own?" A familiar velvety voice broke the silence that surrounded me in my current environment and I couldn't help the annoyance that built up within me. Edward. Why, of all my beloved siblings, did it have to be him to come after me?

I turned around only to find Edward casually leaning against a tree, laughing after he must have read the current thoughts that ran through my vulnerable mind. We were up in the mountains of Venezuela, only a few miles away from a small village that I visited not too long ago. So much for privacy…"Edward, if you don't mind, I would greatly appreciate it if you left my sight. It would be rude to disrespect me otherwise. " I reply back with every intention of sounding angry. He knew that I would never forgive him for what he did many tragic months ago yet here he was mocking me with his presence.

The irritable boy sighed, a frown replacing the cocky smirk on his face as he met my gaze. "Rose, believe me when I tell you that I did not intend on bothering you once I found you since that is a childish game we've played for far too long now. I came here to simply deliver a message from the family." His tone was soft but hard at the same time, a scowl forming as he said 'family'. So it did bother him as much as it did the rest of them that I left the family. How odd. I raised an eyebrow at him, not concerned in the least on what the Cullens had to say.

He rolled his eyes and ran his hands through his messy bronze hair impatiently, greatly disliking the fact that I had not offered some kind of vocal response. Good, the more riled up he was, the sooner he'd leave me alone. "For Christ's sake, Rosalie, do you not care about the fact that you have broken Esme's heart twice in a row now? First, you abandon the girl that you loved and that alone tore her up as she considered her to be part of the family and now this? You left the family in order to gallivant about the world, searching for some heartbroken whore who could easily be taken care of? You dishonor us!" He screamed in my face, the tip of his nose almost touching mine and I easily became even more irate than I had been five seconds ago. Let's face it, I was very well known for my temper and that alone enhanced my strength.

My eyes flashed dangerously, growling in order to let him know that I would attack him if he did not get out of my face. This was my business now, and he was not going to sway me by drowning me in guilt. Not again… "I dishonor you? Oh please, Edward, as if you cared about my place in the family in the first place. I am better off without them, I do not need to be continuously lectured on how I made the biggest mistake of my life by leaving her! I already am aware and I am paying for it with daunting loneliness but you still refuse to understand the reasons behind it all!" I replied back with just as much ferocity but Edward wasn't having that.

He wrapped his fingers around my throat and gripped it tightly, slamming me against the nearest tree, which thankfully did not fall over yet. His eyes were smoldering with irrevocable fury, snarling like a wild animal as he continued holding me up. "You ungrateful, blind bitch! You belong with us, you're family and these games that you play shall no longer be tolerated by the rest of us! How dare you say that you are better off without us when in reality you are a mess! You suffer because you choose to during this time that you can be comforted with the presence of the people who LOVE you! Goddamn you, Rose!" His cracking voice betrayed him, displaying weakness I never knew he had.

Instead of allowing him to calm down, I stubbornly denied defeat though it was an error of judgment on my part as I learned later on. I kneed him directly in the stomach, mustering all the strength that I had and kicked him as hard as I could which resulted in him flying across from me and crashing into a few trees. He hissed in pain but I only roared back in return, challenging him once more though there was no need to. I had already lost the battle. Using his natural gift of super speed, he launched himself towards me before I could prepare for an onslaught of attacks that never came.

Instead, he pinned me to the ground and I writhed beneath him, protesting the soothing words that I had been wanting to hear for awhile now. "Hush now, Rosalie, it's perfectly okay now. You can trust me, I am your brother and will be for all of eternity. We love you, and when a Cullen is in need because of the overwhelming hurt she's going through, we'll be there for you. Please, just come back home." He whispers into my ears, and that's when a flood of memories begin to fill my head. The sorrow was just too much to handle…

"Bella, I want you to look at me and tell me what you think I am. You have your theories and I am willing to listen to them but first, I want you to look at me!" I demanded, cupping her chin and lifting up her head roughly. The defiance shone brilliantly in her light emerald eyes and it thrilled me knowing that she come to me in a fighting mood. It made the hunger between the both of us ache with desire and the anticipation of our first kiss was killing me. She unsuccessfully attempted to swat my arm away but I held her in place, causing her to huff out in frustration and embarrassment. She knew what I was but she refused to say it out loud because she was afraid that she would sound crazy. Believe me, she was everything else but crazy.

My eyes must have been coal black because she quivered in my grasp, but I was certain it was out of excitement since a light hint of her arousal was present. God, if she didn't say anything now, I was going to have my way with her already like I had been wanting to for awhile now. "Rose, I-I think you may be…or you are a…vampire. There, I said it. You're a fucking vampire, are you happy now?" She breathed out nervously, violently shaking though she showed no signs of wanting to break the comfortable embrace.

Was I happy that she had finally figured me out? No, only because I was a monster and I was capable of hurting her though I held more self control than she thought I did. I was happy, however, because she was courageous enough to follow me out into this beautiful meadow that surrounded us. Bella wanted me and that was evident in her eyes, despite the fact that I had just admitted to being a monster by nodding my head. She wasn't running from me, she wasn't kicking or screaming to get away from me; she simply stood there observing the want in own my eyes. Bella, you're absolutely the most divine creature I had ever had the pleasure of knowing.

"Are you afraid?" I ask, leaning down closer to her so that our foreheads were touching. She gasped at the contact but did not move away. She was breathing heavily now and her lips were fighting to reach mine at this point. She shook her head as she responded, "No. I'm not afraid, you…make me feel safe." From hearing her confession, I couldn't take it anymore. I crushed my mouth onto hers and our lips clashed for dominance, though it was obvious that I held more power over her. Electricity could be felt between us and it turned me on even more, her lips parting slightly in order for her tongue to swipe itself across my lower lip.

My mouth opened and her tongue immediately sought comfort massaging my own tongue, and the little human held her own for awhile before she submitted herself to my kiss. Our tongues danced and swirled around for awhile, until it was time for the both of us to pull away so she could breathe. The both of us were panting at this point and a smile broke out across Bella's smile, which in turn inspired me to smile as well. I placed both of my hands on either side of her face and said, "I love you, Bella Swan, I'm so in love with you…"

I didn't realize I had been sobbing until I was rocking back and fourth against Edward, who was looking into the most fond memory I've ever had the honor of carrying. I didn't mind, however, and neither did he as he hugged me in a way only a brother would when his sister was hurting. The blood red tears kept falling down my face and I had no control of my sadness at this point but I allowed my youngest but most caring sibling calm me down. "You still love her, Rosalie, and I can see why now. I understand the reasons you wanted us to leave and I respect that, but please never forget that we destroyed her emotionally. She may never forgive us and we may never cross paths again, but at least we can keep an eye on her from afar with Alice. She'll move on and once she does, so can you. You need to be strong, this was your decision after all."

The tears still kept flowing but I did stop wailing, feeling a wave of calmness wash over me. Jasper was near and so was Alice, who gently placed a small hand on my shoulder. "Rosie, please come home. We miss you so very much. If you want, I'll try to tune in to Bella more often and we'll let you know how she's doing." She offered politely as she knelt down beside me. Jasper approached us carefully and joined his wife as he wrapped both of his arms around us. I was going to ask where Emmett was hiding until Alice interrupted. "He's with Carlisle and Esme. They're waiting for you at the airport back in France." I scoffed playfully, laying my head against my sister's shoulders. Stupid big bear of a man, he was probably trying to surprise me in order to please his own need for suspense.

What was I thinking when I separated from them for so long? I needed them now more than anything, aside from needing Bella more. "Okay, I'll come home. I think I'm ready." I say, earning a gentle squeeze from everybody who surrounded me. Yes, I decided in the end that it would be best for me to reunite with my family. Even though Bella was far away from me now, making a life for herself, I decided keeping an eye out for her from afar would be best until she moved on. I figured I wouldn't kill the other person who would become Bella's significant other one day. It would be difficult restraining myself but like Edward said, it was my decision and I had to be strong and happy for her. I just wish though that things could have been different…I still love her with every fiber of my being.

Angela's Point of View:

A few days have passed after the bonfire celebration over at the reservation and something peculiar was happening to me. It certainly wasn't good. I could feel physical changes taking place within my body and it was hurting like hell. I stopped growing after reaching five foot four and that was a few years ago yet in the last few days I felt the familiar growing pains consuming my entire body. This morning, in particular, had to be one of the worst days so far because I was experiencing the worst possible agony a human being could ever feel. I was thrashing about on my bed, fighting the aggressive migraine that made me want to put a gun to my own head. It was that terrible!

I was staying home today, there was no way I could go in to school feeling especially violent so I was having a very difficult time staying put in bed. It was the thought of Bella that really made me want to get out of bed but I was worried at the same time. The moment an image of her face ran through my mind, my body jerked up and a voice I could not recognize spoke up in the back of my head. "We must see her, please! I can't stand being away from our mate!" Well, after hearing that non-sense, the only natural reaction was for me to scream out loud because it was an actual voice that did not belong to me. It was raspy and contained an animalistic quality to it…where the hell did it come from?

Instead of trying to handle this normally, like staying in bed and telling myself to calm down which clearly wasn't working, I shot out of bed holding onto my head since it felt like it was being torn from my body. It was really strange standing up again for some reason and I looked down to my feet only to find nothing wrong with them. So why did I suddenly feel like I went through a really random growth spurt and felt taller than I was before? Oh shit, shit, shit! I ran over to my bathroom and flicked on the switch of my light only to be met with a startling reflection. The girl in the mirror was definitely me, but I was once small, puny, and lacked muscles at the time. This new me? Well, it wasn't bad at all but right now, the unexplained changes are really freaking me out.

My hair and face remained the same but the rest of my body…I felt like I mutated overnight. My breasts definitely improved, growing one cup size so instead of remaining a flattering B cup, I was now a C and I couldn't help but feel a little smug at that. My fingers lifted the suddenly snug large top I had worn last night and my fingers traced the lines on my stomach, revealing woman-friendly abs in the making. Yes, my stomach was very hard now and I still managed to look very feminine and sexy. I sighed worriedly, looking over my naturally toned arms, flexing involuntarily only to gasp at how physically strong I felt. My god, am I freak of nature or what?

My height was definitely the most shocking for me and as I looked over the marking I left on the bathroom wall to display my previous height, five foot four, I found out that I had to look down at it. I easily shot up five inches miraculously and it was beginning to terrify me. I started shaking, no longer ignoring the pain that throbbed against my skull and I cried out for help. Oh god, why did my skin feel really hot right now? It was like I was being seared by intense heat that was caused by my own body and it was absolutely horrid. That voice in the back of my head earlier spoke again and it was…attempting to appease me.

"This is only temporary, the pain shall subside soon, Angela. I promise that you'll be okay, but please, may we go see our mate today? She'll make everything go away, our Bella." My heart was now beginning to clench at the idea of staying away from my friend, and maybe that voice was right, perhaps there was something Bella could do that would make me feel better. I held onto my stomach and began breathing heavily, hoping that could stall the immense pain I felt throughout my entire body. I eventually made it out into the hallway, clutching onto the walls as I pushed forward. I was ready to pick up my cell phone that was in the living room until I heard my mom's familiar voice. It was laced with hurt and I could tell she had been crying. What happened!?

"Angie, oh my God, look at you…so what they've been saying is true. You've changed so much, are you people sure she's going to be okay?" She cried out, dropping everything she'd been holding and ran over to me. When she walked me over to the living room, I noticed that every seat that was available in our home had been occupied with friendly familiar faces. Quil, Embry and Paul sat on one of our larger couches while Emily and Sam sat closely together on our two-seater. Leah and Jacob were the only ones standing across from me, both of them giving me sympathetic looks. It became clear to me now that they understood what I was going through. "Mom? What are you talking about?" I ask weakly, suddenly falling down to my knees.

Leah was the first to rush over to me and she helped me up immediately, wrapping a comforting arm around my waist before leading me to our backyard, which was fairly private since it we did live near the woods. Everybody followed us outside and I felt myself being gently pushed onto a bench we had outside and I was very confused at this point. "Don't worry about what's going to happen next, Angela. We're going to show you what you're becoming and we're going to be there for you every step of the way." Jacob assured me, his firm grip on my arm causing me to worry with fright though my mother looked like she was expecting something out of the ordinary to happen. Seriously, what the…

I couldn't finish that last train of thought as I watched Leah walk away from me and by now, she was thirty feet away from me. She was concentrating on something as she stared at me, a confident smile complimenting her beautiful features. "I'm so glad Emily and I aren't the only females around here who are capable of this transformation anymore. Just sit back and relax, Angie, you're family now. We'll take care of you." With that said, she took one deep breath and crouched momentarily before launching herself up into the air. What happened next left me utterly brain dead for the moment as my screams were muffled by my own mother's hands. Leah flew gracefully into the air before I saw her body literally explode into something else entirely.

In one moment, she was a beautiful human being and the next, she was an intimidating creature that looked completely powerful. She was a huge, muscular wolf with silky gray and white fur that coated her entire body and mesmerizing black eyes with golden irises. What. The. Hell!? "OH HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT!" The elegant words spewed out of my mouth before I could stop them and my heart was racing at this point. I was desperate to run back into my house and dial either animal control or the cops! As I attempted to jump off from where I was sitting, both Jacob and my mother restrained me forcefully. Jacob, was looking down at me with a sad smile on his lips while my mother was avoiding my gaze. I was scared shitless and they were feeling all emotional right now?

The dangerous creature before me was Leah and she was still breathtakingly beautiful as she had ever been. She approached without a hint of danger lingering around the air and I was trembling. I couldn't believe that she had just shifted like that. This has got to be a dream, it just has to be! "Angela, please relax, Leah is your sister and she will not harm you, I promise you that. What you just witnessed is the power of transformation from human to wolf, it runs in her blood just as much as it does in yours." Sam spoke, his eyes never leaving mine and I gulped. What…where was he getting at? My mother carefully lifted me up from where I was sitting and looked at me lovingly.

"Honey, there's something I've been keeping from you. It has everything to do with my heritage and the legends of the Pojoaque are quite similar to those of the Quileute. All that I ask for you is to remain calm as both Sam and I speak to you about these legends." She tells me, a few tears flowing down her cheeks as she told me this. I was frightened, hopeless, and alone at that moment, my eyes perfectly aware of the large group surrounding me. At the same time, that same nagging voice in the back of my mind spoke up again. "This is your pack, stop behaving like a child and allow the alpha male and his guest to speak! Show some respect, Angela!" Well, if I hadn't gone insane by now, I'm pretty sure I'd be heading over to the mental institution by the time all of this is over.

My mother spoke first and told me her story about how and where she grew up in New Mexico. That much I knew, but I was never aware that she had ancestors who were born with the gift of shape shifting. When she was born, her parents were worried that she would inherit the same genetic traits as her mother did so they gave her up for adoption. She was blissfully ignorant of her heritage until she got married to my father, where she began to search for answers from a woman who called herself Nessie. It turns out that this mysterious woman who showed up at their doorstep was my grandmother and according to my mother, she was only twenty eight when she had given birth to her and not once had the woman aged since then. Renesmee revealed that after finally accepting who she was and what she had become, she was discontent with the fact that the shape shifting mutation skipped over a generation and transferred right on to me when I was born.

It was killing her knowing that her only daughter would continue to age while raising a child who was capable of living an almost immortal life. That's when Nessie stopped phasing and started living a human life again, making a promise to never barge into our lives again until I was ready to phase. I wasn't sure if this was all some sort of sick joke that they all wanted me to fall for or if this was undeniably the part where I asked "What's the point of having the ability to shape shift into our inner animal? What other dangers could there be in the world that would provoke us into transforming into wolves?" I was truly curious about this and this made the others shift uncomfortably from where they stood.

Sam kindly took over for my mother and did not hesitate to answer both of my questions. The Cold Ones, creatures also known as vampires, were abominations who unfortunately were created for the extinction of the human race as he strongly believes. He went on about their weaknesses and their strengths, and how we were born to protect human beings from these soulless monsters who were overpopulating this planet. It was in our nature, our instincts to preserve humanity and to kill any harmful thing, living or not, that would pose a threat either to our kind or to the humans who lived in our area.

Not only did I have to wrap my head around the fact that I was damn near close to phasing into a wolf myself due to the fact that mutation ran in my blood, there were mythical creatures known as vampires who also existed as well. It was not making any sense to me and it was pissing me off, but the only evidence I had to believe that this was all real was the fact that Leah had phased right in front of my own eyes. I couldn't make that shit up if I tried. I try not to swear as much but when I'm terrified or downright angry, I can't help myself. The rage building up within me wasn't healthy either, I had to suppress it because I had to deal with the painful changes taking place within me.

I rubbed my temples for quite awhile now, not knowing what to say next. My mind and body were merging with the wolf that was becoming me, and as much as it hurt, it didn't hurt quite as much when I thought about the reaction Bella would have if she found out. Not meaning to talk out loud, I say, "What would Bella say if she heard all of this rubbish? She'd think I'm insane and never talk to me again." The wolf spirit residing in me howled in pain, convincing me that she would never do that to us.

"Angela, there's something else that we need to talk to you about. We know who your soul mate is, and you've known it for a long time now. You're actually beginning the process of imprinting as we speak." Leah's voice said, wrapping her naked body around in a towel as she casually sat next to me, like she just didn't transform into a muscular wolf right now. I looked up at her fearfully, my heart once again pounding against my chest as I anticipated the name of my soul mate, though I knew who it was already.

"Your imprint is Bella Swan, she belongs to you just as much as you belong to her. When the strong feelings the both of you have been harboring for awhile now have been realized, you'll fully imprint on her. It just depends on you, Angela. Do you want her?" Leah cautiously asks, everybody's attention now completely focused on me again. My heart fluttered at the thought of Bella having feelings for me, and I certainly knew that I felt exactly the same for her ever since I met her. Was she seriously asking me if I wanted Bella? My god, that answer was so simple yet I couldn't bring myself to say the words right away. Both Jacob and Leah looked at one another and they smiled crookedly over at me. They knew. Bastards.

"Yes, I want her. I think…I think I need her more than anything. I just don't want her to fall for something quite as dangerous as me. Can't I wait until after I transform or something to decide?" The question had caught them all off guard and for the first time since meeting me, Jacob looked really disappointed in me for suggesting such a thing. He placed a hand on my shoulder again and squeezed gently. "Um there's something else that you need to know and it involves Bella. I think you're not going to like it though."

I braced myself for the worst. First, my body changes overnight and there's a crazy voice in the back of my head that practically owns me and it's all because I'm becoming a werewolf. Leah phases in front of me and Bella is my soul mate, which is a good thing, but still, what about the other things? What more is there for me to know that's going to royally piss me off more than I am right now?

"She dated a vampire and you happen to know her as Rosalie Hale. If you ever took notice of that scar that's on her hand, the one shaped like a crescent moon? It makes you wonder how she got that."

Oh…I was definitely beyond infuriated right now. Out of possessiveness and jealousy, I growled angrily and the wolf within me howled once more, releasing all the hatred I ever felt towards that bloodsucking leech. No one was allowed to mark My Bella.

Author's Note: Holy crap, that too came out longer than I wanted it to be. I greatly disliked the end of this chapter only because I felt like I didn't provide enough information. Ugh. What's going to happen next now that Angela knows what she's becoming?