A/N: Hey there! I'm back with a new chapter! I thought, the previous chapter was a bit too Edward-centric. So it's only fair if we find out what Rose was up to while Eddie is gone xD So here it is, hopefully you'll like it!

-Where is Edward?

She struggles to keep her voice casual, distractedly (or so she wants Carlisle to think) playing with Emmett's shirt's collar. Carlisle looks at her with his piercing eyes, and she suddenly feels insecure, as if he can see right through her. But even if he does, he doesn't let it on. He merely answers her question.

-He went to north. He said he needed some time to himself.

North. Carlisle's word choice is so careful that she tries very hard not to roll her eyes. Instead she nods softly and runs her hand through Emmett's curls. She knows what north means. She is not stupid. For Cullens, north means Alaska. And everybody in that room knows what (or who) Alaska means (except Emmett, but he doesn't know that much). She bites back a bitter laugh and tries to shut down the images rushing to her mind. Oh the happy memories.

Rosalie first met Tanya the week after her change, her eyes like blood she had never tasted. They took Emmett there too. Far from the scent of humans, it's easier to deal with the bloodlust, find which animal they want to hunt.

Rosalie's first few days were mostly blurry. She remembers little of arriving, but she does remember finally leaving.

Tanya smiled up at Edward, a light kiss on his lips that he pretended not to respond to.

-See you soon.

Her voice was so sultry, that it made Rosalie gag.

She didn't know why she had such a harsh reaction. Not at that point, at least.

Rosalie despised Tanya from the beginning. Eventually, she learns to blame reasons other reasons: her cocky stature, her beauty that nearly outshines her own, the way she looks down on her. Or perhaps she will claim sisterly protection, getting angry at the way she throws herself at Edward.

The short story, though, is that Rosalie has always hated Tanya.

She bites her lip to keep from screaming. Emmett is saying something, she nods, distracted. She can't waste her time by listening to Emmett, she has to remember every tiny detail about Tanya. She doesn't know why she has to do it, she just has to. She vaguely wonders whether she's considered a masochist for this or not, before focusing on her next bitter memory.

Tanya gave a too-sweet smile, eyeing Rosalie's clothes with that glance Rosalie herself used to give those she looked down on (aka nearly everyone).

-You're adorable!

Tanya's laugh was like tinkling bells. Rosalie waited, knowing there was more to come.

-You try so hard to look cute, you forget that in a few years this entire fashion will be gone. You learn that when you've been around as long as me.
Rosalie sweetly smiled right back at her.

-I guess it's easy to learn these things when you've been around since the Stone Age. I can see you left your fashion sense back there, too.

That was a lie, of course. Tanya wore the finest dresses, but Rosalie knew how to read people, knew how to make her grit her teeth

-Tanya.

Edward interrupted with his usual charming voice, hearing the conversation between the two women in their minds.

-How have you been?

Tanya smiled widely, resting her hand on Edward's forearm with a toss of her hair.

Rosalie scowled, glaring at the point where their skin touched. She was surprised their marble skin didn't start burning (Her eyes were burning instead). She walked away.

-Rose? Rose! Are you OK?

She looks at Emmett's concerned face hovering inches above hers. She shakes herself mentally for letting herself drift away. But instead of answering, she keeps looking at his face. His dark curls, his dimples, his perfect teeth, his cute little nose, his (even in his vampire paleness) almost red cheeks, his innocent topaz eyes and his intimidating yet perfect muscles... She looks at each tiny detail as hard as she can, as if to memorize them. Her eyes slowly move to his pouty lips. She closes her eyes and presses her own lips to them. His lips are surprised but eager. He tastes like everything nice: sunshine and honey and summer. Just like him, the kiss is light and carefree and surprisingly, full of love. She smiles against his lips.

-I'm fine.

She whispers into his lips, but she knows even Carlisle can hear her. She also can see, out of the corner of her eye, that he thoughtfully lowers his eyes, pretending to look at the papers in front of him. Emmett pulls away, she looks at him, surprised and hurt. He lets out a thundering laugh. He leans in and whispers in her ear.

-Let's go outside.

She kisses him again in answer. While they are going outside, she sees Carlisle smiling softly to the papers. She smiles again. (But she can't help trying to desperately remember how Edward's lips tasted. It's just slipping away, the harder she tries to remember, the less she can. She panics. All that comes to her mind is the vague memory of a bittersweet taste. She kisses Emmett again, to soothe her panic.)

A/N: What do you think? I personally don't think it's so bad. Let's see what you guys think! We'll be moving forward in the next chapter, I promise. But I just had to do the last chapter from Rosalie's POV. So yeah. See you at the next chapter! Oh & please review because I really, REALLY don't want to write stupid things nobody likes. Even if you don't like it, review and tell me. If you say you like it, I'll go on. If you say you hate it, I'll stop. But if you say nothing, and just don't review, I have a really hard time deciding whether to stop writing or not, and basically can't update sooner. So please =))