Chapter 6: Rosalie Hale

"My story is a little harder to tell." Rosalie said, I looked up at her and smiled softly at her.

"Take your time Rose." I said she smiled sadly at me and nodded.

"I was born in Rochester, New York, in early 1915; I had two younger brothers, a housewife for a mother, and my father worked at a bank. My father's job helped keep the family wealthy during the Great Depression. I was born beautiful and constantly praised, making me vain and self-centered as a result. My parents took pride in my looks, which I enjoyed. I also enjoyed my father's pleasure in buying me beautiful clothes, my girlfriends' envy, and the admiration of every man I passed. The result of all this attention was that I tended to be self-absorbed, shallow, and materialistic. However, unlike my social-climbing parents, who always wanted more out of life despite their already elevated status, I was just happy in the knowledge that I was Rosalie Hale, and that I was very beautiful. I was, however, bothered by the superior beauty of the members of the Cullen family: Carlisle, Esme, and Edward, but because I hardly saw them, I did not let that get the better of me. One day, my mother had me dress up to deliver my father's forgotten lunch to his job, in the hopes that the son of the bank's owner would take notice of me, and it worked. Royce King II sent roses to me and, after making a comment that my eyes were like violets, I began receiving them, too. Our relationship was solely based on physical attraction, as Royce was often too busy at the bank. We became engaged and one week before the wedding, I visited my good friend Vera, who I envied for her baby boy. At one point, when Vera's husband kissed her, I finally noticed the lack of love in my relationship with Royce that was so obvious in Vera's. While walking home, shaken by my thoughts about my loveless relationship, I stumbled across my drunken fiancé and his equally drunk friends; Royce bragged about his fiancée's beauty which eventually led to me being brutally gang-raped and beaten before being left in the street to die. I was found by Carlisle, the scent of blood having attracted him to me dying. He carried me to a room where he turned me into a vampire, worsening the pain I was already in. I awoke to the voices of the Cullens arguing with Carlisle about him saving me. Edward was unhappy with the idea that Carlisle had changed me in the hopes that I could be his mate: I was furious at Edward's rejection, even despite my own lack of feelings for him as well. My vanity still needed feeding and I was surprised and hurt that Edward wasn't attracted to me. Upon seeing my reflection, my unhappy mood increased with my now improved vampiric beauty, because it meant I was no longer human. I soon avenged my death by killing Royce's friends one at a time. Having saved Royce for last, I donned a bridal gown for dramatic effect and found him locked in a windowless room with a thick, vault-like door guarded by two men. Killing the guards, I entered the room where I tortured Royce to death. Though I killed seven men, I was very careful to not spill even the smallest drop of their blood, knowing that I wouldn't be able to resist and repulsed by the idea of having any part of them inside me. After my revenge, I begrudgingly joined the Cullen family. Carlisle had intended for Edward and I to be like he and Esmee were, but Edward only loved me as a sister." She finished, I went to her side and held her while she sobbed, Bella joined us as did mom and dad, her mate was kneeling in front of her trying to help her.

"It's alright Rose, we will fix this." I said as I healed her mind and what damage was left in her body so that when she was changed she would be able to have children.

"How?" she asked, I smiled at her.

"Dad will explain after everyone's story. I swear you will be happy with your life again." I said smiling at her, she grinned back at me and nodded.