Bella Point of View

I was sat on the counter looking at several newspapers, looking for updates like Edward and Carlisle asked me to. It disgusted me all this death. How the humans were playing this off in the media was absolutely appalling, how dare they say this was random chance, don't they care that people are dying?

"It's just a small fracture. You're all set Rose." I hear Carlisle tell Rosalie once he'd finished playing doctor. Edward and Jasper suddenly appear by the kitchen table and I glance up quickly to check if they were hurt. Edward sees my quick assessment and rolls his eyes but he sharply looks away after I made him.

'Bugger off. If I want to see how my husband and brother are then I'll damn well look!' I look down at my papers again and give him a quick run down on what they've missed .

"Trying to walk and chew gum at the same time Rose?" Edward asks me with a massive grin on his face.

"Punched a werewolf in the face."

"Bad ass. You're gonna be one tough little newborn."

"Tough enough to take you on – " I couldn't take it and threw down the newspaper, jump off of the counter and abruptly walks out throwing Rosalie as nasty a glare as I can on my way out.

"Don't worry about it." I hear Edward mutter from behind me and throw a quick 'traitor' to him in my head. On the deck the sun was setting over the forest and river at the edge of the vast Cullen estate the last rays breaking through the cloud banks and softly hitting my face, the conversation inside didn't stop once I'd gone outside but I heard the vast glass doors open behind me and the unsteady rhythm of the humans' heartbeat behind me.

"We already covered the entire Southern Peninsula down to Quinault." Jazz states inside.

"We'll search the north western trail..." Then the door shut softly again. The railing of the deck seems to hold me up as I place all my weight upon it. I don't turn around to face her though. How can she be so selfish? How can she throw away her entire future: for this?

"Go blather to someone else about the joys of being a newborn." Why won't she leave me alone, I don't want to talk to her. She sighs.

"I know how bad it will be." Rose tries to sound strong and confident but her voice quivers in fear. I shake my head slowly.

"You don't even have a clue what it'll be like." I watch from my peripheral vision as she straightens up and squares her shoulders. This should be fun looks like the human is growing a backbone. I hide my smirk by looking down briefly and schooling my expression into one not unlike Jasper's calm mask.

"Bella, I'm trying here. I've been trying with you. But I can't figure out what I did to make you hate me -" I turn around startled and feel the shock on my face. How the hell did she come up with that!

"Hate you? I don't hate you. I don't particularly like you but... Rosalie, I envy you." I look at her and read her expression almost like watching the thoughts run across her face. How can she envy me? She is absolutely perfect. She has a husband who loves her more than his life and a family as well as her perfect beauty that made like anyone want to cry. It's plain as day that's what she's thinking I didn't need to be Edward to know that. That's all that anybody sees.

"That's... Ridiculous." Rosalie finally spits out.

"No it's not. You have a choice. I didn't. None of us did and you do and you're choosing wrong. I don't care how miserable your human life is -"

"My life isn't miserable. It's not perfect but no one's is – "

"Mine was." I tells her but I can tell she doesn't believe me.

"Maybe you forgot all the bad things –"

"No" I say shaking my head and turning to look back out at the river. "It was perfect. Until the end." I could see the memories being bought to the surface. God, Bella you can be so stupid I scold myself, now she's going to poke around for an explanation.

"Did Emmett ever tell you what led to this?"

Rose moved slowly to lean on the railing next to me and slowly nodded her head. "He said it was close to what happened to me that time in Port Angeles, only no one was there to save you." I nodded and went to say that Emmett had been too kind on me for my treatment of him but shook my head and carried on with the 'story'.

"I had... almost had... everything even though it was the Great Depression. I was seventeen, beautiful – everyone in Rochester envied me. Everybody gave me what I wanted. But there was one thing I didn't have. I wanted a child badly. A home of my own, a husband to kiss me when he comes home from work. And I thought I was going to have all of that..."

I feel my eyes glaze slightly as my last weeks as a human flash through my head.

"In Rochester, there was one royal family-the King's ironically enough. Royce King owned the bank my father worked at, and nearly every other really profitable business in town. That's how his son, Royce King the Second"- I spit out "-saw me for the first time. He was going to take over the bank, and so he began overseeing the different positions. Learning the ropes you would call it. Two days later, my mother conveniently forgot to send my father's lunch to work with him. I remember being confused when she insisted that I wear my white organza and roll my hair up just to run over to the bank."

"I didn't notice Royce watching me particularly. Everyone watched me and nothing was denied to me. But that night the first of the roses came. Every night of our courtship, he sent a bouquet of roses to me. My room was always overflowing with them. It got to the point that I would smell like roses when I left the house. After a week we were in courtship. I met Carlisle, Esme and Edward whilst walking to the market with my Mother. I remember feeling self conscious and that thought made me self-conscious." I paused to see how she took my story so far and nearly laughed at her incredulous face, "I know. I, Isabella Hale, was feeling self conscious. Then I looked into Edward's eyes and I felt connected with him. I didn't know that it was because he found his mate in me."

"Even though we were engaged I barley knew Royce – we were never alone. But I was young and I was in love with the idea of love. On the last night of my life I was leaving my friend Vera's house late at night. I can remember being jealous that she had a child and I didn't but then feeling smug that my children would be even more beautiful than hers. With my golden hair and Royce's pale blue eyes. Then I saw Edward and it hurt to think about a life without him. I know he feels guilty that he didn't stop and offer to walk me home, it wasn't his fault of course. I wasn't far from home when I saw them. Five men stumbling and laughing. They were drunk. When I got closer I realised they were very well dressed and then they noticed me."

"'Bells!' He shouted. I turned around and found Royce. I walked up to him not knowing that I should have ran while I still had the chance. He was drunk. He told me he didn't like champagne when we attended social functions together but I had no idea he liked the stronger stuff. He turned to his friend John who was visiting for business. "Isn't she lovelier than all of your Georgia Peaches." The way he looked at me. It was unnerving. "Hard to tell. She's all covered up." He told Royce. They all started laughing and I cleared my throat ready to leave. Royce pulled of my jacket and popped all the brass buttons off. "Show them what you look like Bells" He told me pulling the hat out of my hair. The hair pulled my hair from my scalp and I screamed. They laughed. They were enjoying the sounds of my pain. They wouldn't stop no matter how hard I begged them to."

"I didn't see who he was until that night. Who they all were..."

"They left me in the streets thinking I was dead. Believe me, I wanted to be. Carlisle and Esme were the ones who found me. I had only met them once before but I was jealous. They were more beautiful than me. Me. I was vain enough at the time that I minded. Now I've come to see the flaws that my beauty has. It was the reason they did that. Carlisle took me to their home and bit me. The pain. It was excruciating. Edward heard my screams and came to me. He held my hand throughout the change and restrained me when the pain was to much. Royce had put out a search for his beloved fiancée. The police found my ripped dress and blood all over the thought I was dead. No one in Rochester thought the person who killed me would be my fiancée."

"I'm... so sorry Bella." Rose all but chokes out. It nearly made me smile.

"I did get my revenge though. " I smiled slightly at that because I couldn't stop myself. "I saved Royce for last so he knew I was coming. I was a little theatrical back then and just getting to grips with my particular gift." Flashbacks of the embarrassing things I made my family do before I could control myself: especially Edward. "Things got better after I realised I had Edward and that he wouldn't hurt me like him. We instantly clicked. Even when I was human. But we'll always be... this. Frozen, never moving forward. That's what I miss the most... the possibilities. Of sitting on a front porch somewhere, Edward gray-haired by my side, surrounded by our grandchildren, their laughter..."

"That's why I saved Emmett. With the dark curls and the innocence showing even when he was grimacing in pain. He reminded me of Vera's little Henry. And even though I hated this existence, I asked Carlisle to change him so I still had a link to my human life. Edward thought I was in love with him at first." I say laughing a little. "No, I'll never love anyone besides my Edward. Besides he's annoyed me from the first moment I heard him speak."

"Did you know I wasn't always like this? I was the adorable innocent little girl who would never get into trouble. Then my mother saw how the opposite sex noticed me. She moulded me into this. The vain, shallow girl everyone else sees. I didn't want to be like that. I still don't..." Trailing off into silence and you could feel the tension in the air as she absorbed the entire 'story'.

"Bella? If I can ask what exactly is your gift?" What more do I have to say to make her get it! Is she actually stupid?

"Can't you figure it out Rosalie. I always get what I want. Literally. I can make you feel uncomfortable with one glance, I could turn those men in Port Angeles into functioning lunatics, I can charm my way out of anything by making the person simply forget what they were doing. The only thing I'll never get is what your throwing away so callously. Then you wonder why I envy you."

"Bella, I understand that's what you wanted but... I'll never want anything more than Emmett" She tries to deny it but I could see the hesitation in her eyes.

"Your wrong again." I inform her quietly. "After you've been changed, there's one thing you'll want more, the one thing you'll kill for, the one thing you'll turn on this family for: Blood."

I look into her face again and saw that my job was done, so I slowly turned around and walked back through the patio doors to go and seek the comfort I knew I'd find in Edward's arms.

Hope you all liked it, I thought I'd do something different than the normal Rosalie POV. There is a lot of 'I' in this chapter so I hope you don't find it boring because of that.

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