I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while. I just didn't know how to write in Vampire Rosalie's point of view so please let me know if it's good or bad. And also, my Aunt is visiting with her kids so I've been kept busy since last week. I really hope you love this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or any of its awesome characters. Stephanie Meyer does.

Rosalie's Pov

I don't know why we came to the park, but I'm glad we did. I was finally away from all those humans. They took everything for granted. None of them realized just of precious life could be until it was ripped right out from under them.

The way they acted so selfishly reminded me of when I was alive. When I was human. I used to be self-centered. Everything had to be about me, the gossip about me, and all the eyes had to be on me. I was very selfish, I didn't care about others expect myself, because I only loved my beauty.

And then I met Royce King.

He was perfect. Handsome, he had money, and had the one thing I had always desired for. Love. I wanted love. I wanted to have a family with him. I wanted to have many children and spoil them and live in a beautiful house surrounded by those I loved.

But I was eighteen and naïve. I didn't understand the full concept of the word love. But I saw it with my best friend and her husband and baby, and I wanted it too. I wanted to love Royce, not love him because I loved the idea of the word.

But, I realized I had made an awful mistake choosing to try to love him the night he and friends attacked me. It was only in the face of death that I realized love didn't want me because I was selfish with it. Had Royce actually loved me, drunk or not, he would've never harmed me.

But three days later, when I woke as a vampire, I realized life had given me another chance. But unlike most who would want a second chance, I didn't. I didn't want to try to find love when it was clearly avoiding me. I wanted to be human. And being this vampire took away everything I wanted. I couldn't have any children.

I was sure I would never find love. And soon, I had turned bitter. But then I met Emmett. He'd been mauled by a bear, but something about him reminded me of my best friend's child. And the way his wide, frightened, innocent blue eyes bore into mine gave me the strength to carry him to Carlisle.

After he turned him, we spent time together. It didn't take me long to realize I was falling in love with me quickly. Faster than when I thought I had fallen in love with Royce. But with Emmett, this love felt different. It felt real.

And then, we just sort of, like humans, dated. Then we got married. Multiple times. But I found love once again, and this was a love I wasn't letting go of. And it wasn't letting go of me.

"Rose, you okay?" Emmett's deep voice broke through my thoughts.

"Just thinking." I said wistfully. Smiling at him, I pressed my lips against his. It was a quick little peck, but it still sent shivers through me, even after all these years. He nodded, his face melting into a sweet, yet mischievous smile.

Suddenly, Edward gagged, looking absolutely repulsed.

"Emmett, why would you think that?" He sounded horrified.

"Well Eddie, I can't help it if my blond goddess gives me wild thoughts." he laughed.

"But why?" He still sounded horrified.

I couldn't help the bubbling laughter that escaped my chest. Alice joined in, our laughter seeming to annoy him. Which pushed us into another round of laughter. All the while, he just glared at us. Oh well, it's his fault that. If he doesn't want to be repulsed by vivid images, he shouldn't read other people's' mind without expecting some consequences.

Our laughter and joking banter was cut off by the sound of someone's small, yet loud voice.

"Mommy!"

Looking over, I saw a little girl, no older than four or five, with beautiful chocolate-brown hair, wide brown eyes, porcelain skin, and a big smile on her lips. She was sitting on swing, moving back and forth.

"Yes sweetie?" I looked over at the sound of the person's voice.

The woman seemed to be in her mid-twenties, with shoulder-length light brown hair and worn light brown eyes. I was sure I knew her. I just couldn't detect where I had seen or met her.

"That's Renée Swan. Chief Swan's wife." Edward said, replying to my questioning thoughts.

I was usually very good at remembering faces, considering that I, like all vampires, had a perfect memory. But I seen her on once or twice, around town. But I never saw the little girl.

"The girl is her four-year-old daughter, Isabella Swan." He answered my silent questions.

"I'm still kind of hungry." She replied.

I didn't even hear what the woman said. I just stared at the beautiful little girl. She looked so delicate. As if one touch would break her. I could tell the others were staring at the little girl, trying to find out why I was staring at her.

"Huh." Jasper said quietly.

"What?" Edward's voice was filled with anger, though why he was angry I didn't understand.

"The girl. She was curious. But's she's scared now. She feels like crying."

His words broke my cold dead heart. Why was she scared if she was curious just seconds ago? Did she realize that us being there was dangerous? Did she somehow know we were murderous creatures who could kill her in a heartbeat?

She was going fast on her swing, and I suddenly feared that she would fall off and break something. I heard her mother scream something but I wasn't paying any attention to her. I honestly didn't give a fuck about her. My eyes were set on the human girl who I suddenly wished was my daughter.

I watched with worried eyes as she stopped swinging and ran on her small legs toward her mother, apologizing with tears. I nearly cried myself when I heard the words she had spoken. Who would be mad at her? She seemed like a perfect little angel.

Her mood seemed to shift again, and I heard Jasper's small huff of annoyance.

"What's wrong?" Emmett asked, confused.

"The girl, she keeps shifting her emotions. She sees her mother isn't mad at her, so it just faded away. She's excited now." He explained.

I watched as she conversed with her mother. I never got the chance to have a child.

"Mommy, can you throw the ball for me?" She asked in her sweet little voice.

"Sure sweetie." Her mother answered with such love in her voice, I was shocked. I had heard many parents speak with their children over the years. I had heard parents lie to their children that they loved them, and saw their children's eyes sparkle as they believed the lie they were fed. I heard love in parents' voices but it never rang as clear as this. She sounded as if she didn't reassure her daughter that she loved her, her daughter would believe her mother didn't love her.

As she threw the ball, I followed the fluid movement with my eyes as it landed at my feet.

"Well, go get it." I heard the mother say.

I saw the girl run around, looking for the ball till her eyes landed on the mud it landed in. As she began to crawl toward it, I grabbed it before she could pick it up. I felt the Edward's heated glare on me and heard Alice's small, almost nonexistent, squeal of excitement. I had a feeling she was excited because of her vision, but I wasn't paying attention.

I watched as the little girl lifted face, fear-filled wide dark-brown eyes staring directly at us.

I let a small smile draw itself on my face, hoping it would delude the fear and tears in her eyes. She slowly stood up, cautious, and in a quivery voice, whispered,

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, little one. Here you go." I let a rare genuine smile appear on my face as I handed her the small ball.

"Thank you." She whispered softly and ran away.

I could hear the tears as they softly landed on her pale cheeks. I saw as she made her way to her mother, explaining what happened. I felt my dead heart-break when she softly explained that she thought we were angry with her. Who could ever be angry at such a sweet little girl? I looked at her, forlorn as her mother began to pack up and leave.

"Alice, you can't be serious." Edward snapped harshly.

I finally tuned in to the conversation.

"Edward, I'm not sure what I saw, but I saw blood. And I saw her mother's face." Alice explained.

"Well, if her mother dies, she had her father. You can't think that she'll come with us." Edward began running his hands through his hair, a sure sign he was agitated.

"I know you picked out some things for her thoughts." Alice snapped, pointing a finger at his forehead.

"I did not. If anything, that woman is blocking something, but it's not our business to get involved in their life." He growled.

I felt someone's eyes on us and turned, waving when I saw the brown-eyed angel. I felt the others do the same. I saw a small blush color her cheeks as she hesitantly raised her small hand to wave at us. She turned and hugged her mother's leg as they walked away.

"She's adorable." Emmett laughed.

"She's not adorable. She's beautiful." I whispered, watching them disappear around the corner.

"Well, we better get home. You Esmé worries." They laughed as they ran, blurring into the green scenery that was Forks, Washington.

I stayed behind in the park when I noticed a small bear where the little girl and her mother had been sitting. I slowly walked toward it and picked it up, plucking away the dirt that clung to its chocolate fur. I breathed in deeply and sighed. It smelled like the girl. It was a sweet smell that would become more pronounced as she grew older.

I made my way toward the house, wiping my shoes on the rug. We may be decades old, but Esmé would kill us if we tracked dirt or mud into the house.

"Hello Rose. What do you have there?" Esmé asked curiously.

"Um, found it in the park," I said absently.

"It was the little girl's bear." She said it as a statement. Noticing my confusion, she said,

"They filled me in. Alice told me about her vision. And while Edward didn't want to say anything, she explained that the woman had blocked out something. And I have a feeling something is going on." She explained.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I can tell when someone is being abused." A simple statement was enough to color my vision red.

"We don't know that." Edward growled from the living room.

"Well, I'm going to return this tomorrow. I'll listen in. No child or mother deserves to be abused." I stated, and ran out, leaving the bear behind to go hunt.

If someone was hurting the brown-eyed angel, they were going to die.

I know, I know, I went a little forward. But Rosalie already feeling as connection to Bella because she views her as her child. But don't worry, because soon, things are going to change. For the better. Your just going to have to be patient and wait for the next update that will come soon, hopefully today.

I hope you loved this chapter and let me know your thoughts and feelings for the chapter. :D