Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Twilight

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Twilight. K guys, this story is about to wrap up. I'll give you one more chapter, and I think I'll do another Rosalie story soon, maybe a one shot. I really, really like her character! I'm glad you stuck with me to the end, even when I didn't update in forever. You guys are so loyal. You all get a cookie. 

"I'm alright, Edward. I'm just… I can move on now. Let's go home," I said. We turned and ran, leaving the house and arriving home just as the faint pink of sunrise touched the sky. As I was closing the door, I could have sworn I heard the scream of discovery across town as Royce's family arrived home. But even my ears weren't that good. I smiled and closed the doors.

It's been fifteen years since the night of Royce's death, since I'd left my home and everything I'd known and moved with my new family. Carlisle had come home that night and reported that an investigation had been launched to find Royce's murderer. Carlisle himself had preformed the autopsy. No evidence had been found at the scene except for one strand of long, blonde hair. I'd panicked, worried I had endangered them and that they would cast me out, before Edward patiently and somewhat smugly reminded me I was supposedly dead and that I was grossly over-reacting. Since those five nights, Edward has distanced himself from me slightly. He informed me that, one week after he'd helped me with my revenge from beyond the grave, Carlisle had secretly hoped I would be for Edward what Esme was to him. I was surprised Carlisle had managed to keep it from him for so long. But after that week, Edward had become less like a friend and more like a brother, which I appreciated. I wasn't ready to make myself so vulnerable as I had been again, especially to Edward. Since that night, I'd never done anything that would alert anyone to what I was. I'd never even slipped up. There was a small dark period two years after I was born, when Edward, tired of trying to commit to Carlisle's idea, went off alone. Esme was distraught, as though she had lost one of her children. She was so happy when he came back one year later, finding it impossible to live that way due to his special ability and uncontrollable guilt. But he'd come back, and we were a family again. But my greatest blessing was yet to come. I was hunting one day in a wood, supposedly camping, in an area that had a bear problem. I was alone, seeing as I'd never had much of a problem containing the monster inside me. Sometimes was harder than others, but I'd always pulled through with Edward here to help me. But I was ok, so I was alone. That's when I heard a yell, and a bear growl. I streaked to where I'd heard the noise, in a copse of trees. Bursting through the braches, I saw a man lying on the ground, his ribs and face bleeding, a bear standing over top of him. Without thinking, I attacked the bear, breaking it's neck, killing it, then went to expect the man. However, what I'd forgotten was that he was bleeding. The scent of his blood wrapped around me almost tangibly, pulling me in and I felt the monster inside me beginning to take control, telling me to end this mans life, to rip and tear, to finish what the bear had started. And I wanted it so badly.

'Henry,' a voice in my head said. That stopped me cold. I looked at the man more closely, past the blood, to the face beneath. He did look remarkably like Vera's Henry. I was suddenly over-whelmed with the need to protect him, to save this man, rather than kill him. I began walking closer to him again, and again the monster began to drag me under, to become a slave to it's whims. But resisted, and started forward again. I was right beside him now. There was only one thing I could do that would prevent me from killing him. And so I held my breath, bent down and picked him up. At once, I the over-whelming need to kill him washed through me at the sight of all the blood, and I almost tore into him then and there. But I didn't.

'Henry, think of Henry," I thought over and over again. I began running back home. It was a good twenty minutes away, even with vampire speed. I was so afraid he would die before I could get him to Carlisle, so afraid I'd be the one to kill him myself. Finally, after twenty laborious minutes, I made it home. I threw open the doors and ran inside.

"Carlisle!" I screamed, "Carlisle come quick, I need help. Please!" He was down in seconds.

"What is it Rosalie?" he asked, before acknowledging the man in my arms. "Oh. Bring him to your room at once. I will do what I can for him"

"Carlisle wait," I said. "I don't want you to save him. I want you to….I want you to change him. For me." He looked at me for one moment before rushing up stairs to my room, me closely behind him. I laid him down on my bed, and watched, hypnotized as his still flowing blood stained my white sheets. I moved closer to the bed, drawn in by the scent, tired of trying to resist.

"Rosalie, you will have to leave," Carlisle said, "If you can't control yourself."

I nodded and quickly left, closing the door behind me. I leaned against the door until I heard him begin to scream. I began to move down the hall, to Esme's room. I needed to talk to someone right now and she had acted like a mother to me the moment I'd changed. But Edward came out of his room, no doubt drawn by the screams and smell of blood.

"What happened?" he asked me, barring my way.

"It was a man. I asked Carlisle to save him for me," I answered, trying to continue to meet his gaze evenly.

"What? Why would you do that?" he asked. "After what you've been through, after what I've been through, why would you ask Carlisle to put him through the same thing?"

"I don't know, Edward. I just..I couldn't let him die. Don't ask me to explain myself."

With that I turned away fro him and continued down the hall to Esme's room, where I told her what I had felt, the inexplicable need to save his life, the mans screams echoing throughout the house the whole time.