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CHAPTER 8

Rosalie burst into the bathroom and comes over to me taking my left arm and examining it. I bury my face into her chest and cry while she strokes my hair.

"Oh sweetie. Shhhhhh its okay." She says "Carlisle" she doesn't even raise her voice when she calls for him. He appears at the door seconds after she calls for him and sees my bloody arm.

"Bring her to my office." He says before disappearing. Rosalie picks me up and begins to carry me out of the bathroom.

"Where's Elizabeth?" I ask looking up at her from where my head is laying on her shoulder.

"Esme has her. She's fine." She tells me and stops walking. I then realized we had come to a large oak wood door. She opens the door and walks in. I had been in this room once and that was after Rosalie attacked me in the meadow. She sits down on the sofa with me in her lap. When I try to get off she just tightens her arms around my waist and lays her head on my shoulder. Carlisle walks in and sets his bag on the mahogany desk. He pulls out some disinfectant and some gaws. He walks over to me and Rosalie before kneeling on the ground in front of us. He takes my arm and wipes the blood away with a washcloth before rubbing disinfectant on the cuts. I jerk my arm towards me from the sting but Carlisle has a tight hold on my wrist and it doesn't move. He looks up at me before grabbing the gaws and wrapping them around my arm from wrist to elbow. When he is done he stands up and walks over to his bag putting everything away. He sits down in the chair behind his desk pulling out a huge leather bound book as Rosalie stands with me in her arms.
"Thank you Carlisle." Rosalie says and I nod toward him giving him a small smile as I bury my face in Rosalie's neck. She walks out of the room and up the stairs before walking down the hallway and stopping at a mahogany door. She opens the door and walks inside the room. She sets me on my feet and steps back biting her lip as I look around the room. The walls were light gray and there were dark hardwood floors with a red rug. The bed was HUGE! It had a gray comforter with a red square trim with plain gray and red pillows. There were three decorative pillows. I look around the room and notice a vanity that is covered in makeup and hair products. I turn around and look at Rosalie and see how nervous she is.

"What's wrong?" I ask taking her hand giving it a reassuring squeeze

"Do you like it?" she asks not answering my question. My eyes narrow at her but I don't bring it up right now instead I answer her question.

"No I don't like it" I say and she looks so disappointed and looks toward the floor. I grab her chin and make her look at me. "I don't like it, I love it Rosalie. It's a beautiful room." Her smile is so bright it is almost blinding.

"Rosalie." I say looking at her sorrowfully "What's your story?" I ask. Her smile immediately drops and she sighs before leading me to the bed.

"I will warn you my story is not pretty." She says taking a deep breath. I just nod for her to continue. "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 l 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 my 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 the alleyway. 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 was 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 Esme were, but Edward only loved me as a sister.

Two years after my transformation, in 1935, I stumbled across Emmett being mauled by a bear outside of Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Emmett's features reminded me of Vera's young son Henry, and, because of this, I chose to rescue him. I resisted the urge to drink Emmett's blood and carried him over one hundred miles to Carlisle, who then turned him into a vampire at my request. Edward and Emmett got together soon after and I realized why Edward didn't feel for me romantically." She was looking down at the bed and wouldn't meet my eyes when she finished with her story so I reached over and tried to tilt her chin up toward me so she would have to look at me but she wouldn't budge. I sigh and crawl over to her on the bed and climb in her lap straddling her waist. She looks up at me surprised and I put my hands on either side of her face holding her gaze with my own.

"You are so strong to have gone through that and survived." I say

"I'm a vampire I didn't necessarily survive." She points out interrupting me

"I meant mentally. There are people who would go through what you did and they would shut down completely or gone insane. You didn't you continued to live as normally as possible when you had just been turned into a vampire." I tell her hoping she can see the sincerity in my eyes.

"Is that why you stood up for me that first day at school even though you didn't know me?" she asks me throwing me completely off guard

"What?" I say tilting my head in confusion

"On the first day of school when Jessica was telling you about us and you stood up to her for me when she was talking about me being mean. Did you say that because of what happened to you?" she asks me

"Yes. I knew what it was like to have people talk about me behind my back. When I had Elizabeth someone somehow found out and was telling people. I don't know who it was but before I came here when I went out in town people would look and point at me and whisper and sometimes I would catch them saying stuff about me being a slut or that I was a teen mother. One girl came up to me and asked who the father was but I didn't say anything back to her so she decided to tell people that I didn't know who the father was. Another girl asked me if I told him and he just up and left because he didn't want to be tied to me. I hated it and I hate when people talk about others badly. I also stood up to you because I felt there was something special about you." I tell her blushing

"You're so kind and caring. You care so much about other people and it makes me love you that much more." She tells me and I stare at her frozen


So what did you think? Please please please please please please please please please please please review.

Who wants Rosalie to leave like Edward did and something happen? Like maybe Bella gets changed or hurt or Elizabeth's father comes around while she is gone. Or these things could just when Rosalie is there. Either way it would be later on in the story. What do y'all think? Let me know