Author's Note: I'm sorry for the late update. Procrastination plus first year of high school equals very long time between updates. I sent this to my beta a while back and she got back to me on it, but she didn't send me the chapter back, so I'm just going to assume that it's all cool.

Kind of strays from canon, not that it already hasn't. My beta pointed out to me the way I wrote this chapter, it made vampires too human. Stephenie Meyer's vampires were more indestructible than Captain America. Who's a supersolider, if you didn't know. So...Like...Her vampires took too many doses of supersoldier serum. Vampires are still human, you know, they're just dead humans. Who have a liking for blood.

So...Anyway, I hope you like it! Your reviews give me lots of motivation, so I'm sure once this chapter has been up for a couple of days, I'll begin the next chapter. I might forgo betaing next chapter for a quicker update. What do you guys think?

Sorry that it's so short for how long it took.


What happened next passed in a daze, or as much as a daze could be for a vampire.

Her eyes were blurred with tears, her cheeks hurting from the continuous wipe of her hands. She couldn't see much, and she was too emotional to do much. Rosalie did everything. She pulled her to her feet and towards the bathroom, where she wiped blood away from her visible skin with a soft washcloth. Her hands were gentle and Bella couldn't help but idly think she would be a great mother. Once her face and arms were clean, Rosalie washed her hair in the sick, her fingers kneading her scalp and pulling at the tangles of clotted blood. Then Bella was ordered to take a shower and Rosalie left the room.

Bella tore at the clothes, knowing they would be thrown away and not really caring to take the time to pull them off. The shower made her feel better, the rhythmic pounding of the water against her skin, where it shed the blood. It swirled down the drain, along with any evidence of what had happened earlier.

Rosalie had a cup of cocoa waiting for her, and while they didn't eat human food, it still smelled good and she liked the heat. The warmth was welcomed, especially with her wet hair making her shiver. Rosalie left the room and returned not even a second later, and then she heard the furnace kick on. She smiled gratefully, her hands curled tighter around the mug, her nose bent close to the rim.

They were lucky enough to have the house to themselves. The boys and Alice had gone on a hunting trip earlier, while Carlisle and Esme had their designated "Get Away Day," having gone to a nice restaurant far away from the town of Forks and rented a hotel room. Bella didn't really care to know that last bit of information, having disgusting images run through her head.

They sat in silence, until Bella couldn't take it anymore. "You know I don't regret it, right?"

"Of course," was her automatic response.

Bella seemed surprised. "How do you know?"

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I'm not stupid, Bella. Contrary to what you might think, I have gotten to know you."

"Oh yeah?" Bella questioned. "What could you possibly know about me?"

She raised an eyebrow challengingly. "Do you really want to do this?" When all Bella could do was nod, Rosalie continued. "Your favorite clothing choice is blue, your favorite color varies, you would do anything for you brother, you're stubborn, you stand up for what you believe in, you like to read..." Her voice trailed off and Bella wondered if she had ran out of things to say. Just as she was about to voice a smart ass remark, Rosalie continued in a quiet, hesitant voice, "And you were probably abused as a child."

Bella froze, but recovered rather quickly, laughing lightly. "Why would you say something like that?"

"You mostly go after abusive humans," Rosalie answered honestly. "I don't know how you do it, but you somehow seem to pick them out in a crowd. They seem to be your first choice, rapists and murders coming in at a close second. When you were arguing with Carlisle about your diet, you had this expression on your face...Not to mention you sometimes jump when people touch you, and if you don't jump, you get really uncomfortable."

Bella said, her voice even, "You're reading too deeply into things."

"No, I'm not," Rosalie said, unintentionally harsh. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes before opening them and resting them on Bella. "I was raped."

Taken aback, Bella asked, "What?"

"I was raped," she repeated. "It was when I was human. He was my fiance. I was on my way back from a friend's house and I passed by him, he was drunk. His friends were drunk, too. They started to take off my clothes a-and they all took turns. They left me there, on the brink of death." Her voice barely shook as she spoke. "I used to see his face when I closed my eyes, until I couldn't take it anymore. I took his life, wanting revenge, and his friends lives. But that was it, my revenge stopped there, but you keep going. You keep killing, and yeah, it may be for a good cause, but is it really up to you to decide?"

She was angry. "I already told you, they deserve it!"

Rosalie tried to set her hand on Bella's shoulder, but she shook it off. "Just listen to me, please?" When Bella didn't leave, she continued. "You need to get pass this, you need to deal with it. You've spent the past four-hundred years repressing this. Just tell me, what did he do to you?"

Bella's eyes started to water again, and when she spoke, her words were wobbled. "He was a good man. He was acting in the name of God. It was my fault, I was a whore and I needed to be punished."

Rosalie shook her head vehemently. "No." She forced Bella to look at her, her hands placed on her cheeks. "It's not your fault."

Confusion swept across her features. Through tears she asked, "Why are you quoting Good Will Hunting at me?"

Rosalie sat back, her hands dropping from her face. "What? Is that a movie?" she asked.

Bella stared at her in shock. "You've never seen Good Will Hunting?"

"No..."

"Really?"

"Yes, really!" Rosalie snapped. "Stop changing the subject!" She stared at her dead in the eye, which made Bella uncomfortable. "What he did to you was not your fault. He was not a good man, he was bad. He hurt you."

"It was my fault," Bella whispered. "I was a whore and God wanted to punish me. I wasn't learning, he was just trying to help me—"

Rosalie kept insisting no, while Bella kept saying yes. It ended in tears. Bella crying into her hands and Rosalie wrapping her arms around her shaking shoulders.