A/N: Sorry for the delay, but yay! Finals are over, happy winter break to me! Unfortunately, I still won't have a whole lot of time to post, but I'm going to do my best to start a schedule. I'll post it on my profile as soon as I get it figured out. I'm thinking I'll update my story "Like Mother, Like Daughter" on Tuesdays and this story on Fridays. Yes, that was promotional information for my new story. I only have like, 100 hits and that's a little sad compared to this story's hits. So guys, please read it! I'm not asking for reviews on it, just read it.

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13. Anecdote

Bella POV

I knew Edward was just acting, but the thought of him actually being…dead was something I didn't want to imagine.

The second we all heard Charlie's cruiser pull out of the long driveway, Edward stood up and we all congratulated him on a job well done.

"Alice had the vision of Charlie shooting me, that's why I had us come back to the house." Edward explained to me.

"Oh."

Emmett bent over and picked up the little silver bullet from the hardwood floor. "Ah, memories." He fake-reminisced. "Here Bella, take it." He held it out for me, but I shuddered away from it.

"What's wrong, love?" Edward slapped Emmett's hand away from me and gave me a concerned look. "It only felt like Alice poked me in the stomach." He winked at Alice then looked back at me.

"It's just…the thought…" I turned my head away.

"Oh, quit being a baby." Rosalie scowled and stalked off. Edward hissed at her back as she faded out of sight up the stairs. He gestured for Emmett to follow after her. Emmett obeyed.

"She's still mad at me." I guessed.

"Furious is the appropriate word." Edward corrected.

"I should talk to her."

"Bella, you don't have to."

"But I should. And you agree."

He didn't answer me. I turned around and walked upstairs to Rosalie and Emmett's bedroom.

I knocked on the door gently twice. "Rosalie?"

Emmett opened the door, "Sorry Bella. She's a little, ya know…"

"I can hear you, Emmett." Rosalie snarled and stepped up to stand by his side. "What do you want?"

"Can I just talk to you for a minute?" I pleaded.

"Sixty seconds." She agreed. "Emmett, why don't you go downstairs?"

He kissed her on the cheek and left. He swerved around me as he walked down the hallway to the stairs, leaving me alone with Rosalie.

"Talk." She commanded.

"Look, I know the reason you resent me is because I—originally—had the choice of staying human, the choice of being able to live for a lifetime rather than live for an eternity. But you have to understand that it wasn't something I chose. When Edward came back, that wasn't what I was thinking about. I truly was dying when Edward changed me, and I will be forever thankful that he saved me."

"No you won't! You'll hate him eventually. You'll hate that he didn't just let you die. You should have told him no, to let you die, to not change you. You would have been thankful."

"Uh yea. I was sort of just barely passing for conscious. I wasn't really in any state to talk. So even if I wanted to object, I couldn't have."

She didn't respond.

"Rosalie, I just don't want you to be angry or frustrated with me. What can I do to make it better?"

"Hate him." Her jaw clenched. "Hate him for doing this to you."

I shook my head, "I can't."

"Make him feel sorry for changing you into a monster."

"I won't."

"You obviously don't understand this. You're a killer now, Bella. It's his fault. Innocent creatures will die because of you."

I swallowed hard, "Spending forever with Edward is worth it. He's worth the price paid."

"Get a hold of yourself! You're a monster. Tell me, what is more prominent to you right now, your desire to hold Edward's hand or your thirst?"

She had made her point. Right now, my throat burned with need for the sensation of warm blood.

I looked down, hanging my head in shame. "I'm sorry, Rosalie."

She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room, shutting the door quietly behind us. "Bella, I have reason, you know."

"Reason for what?"

"Why I never wanted you to be like this, to be like us."

I stared at her with wide eyes, signifying for her to continue.

She told me about her human life in New York, her fiancé Royce King II, her friend Vera, Vera's little Henry, and about the night Carlisle found her dying in the street—credited by Royce and his cohorts.

"Edward hadn't liked the fact that Carlisle saved me. When he asked Carlisle why he did it, he said my name like it was the filthiest word in the dictionary.

"When I was finally able to subside my thoughts on my agony and the pain faded from my fingertips, I listened to what they asked of me—they being Carlisle, Edward, and Esme. They told me about their life as 'vegetarians' and I agreed to join them in their hunting animals rather than humans.

"I've always hated the idea of killing a human. It's a disgusting abstraction. Though I did murder seven humans as revenge. I killed Royce's four friends that were with him that night, his two guards, and Royce himself. Why would they deserve to live? I did the world a favor by killing those men. They were vile.

"I even dressed up in a wedding dress when I slain them." She shook her head as she laughed at the memory. "Sorry," Her head shot up and her eyes stared at me, "Am I scaring you?"

"No."

She caught me on my lie. "I apologize. I see how my story can be a bit…masochistic."

I chuckled. "Hey, it's better than mine: I was on a date while trying to get over my ex boyfriend, who shows up at the date and taunts the new guy. They fight, I step in the way, and I nearly die. Then, boom! He changes me. End of story."

Rosalie laughed and I was thankful. "Bella, I'm sorry I've been so vexatious with you, but I hope you understand why and except my apology and promise that I won't treat you the same again."

"Apology excepted, and I trust your word." I smiled at her sincerely.

To my complete surprise, she pulled me into a hug, my arms stiff and unsure under hers.

"What about Emmett?" I asked.

She released me. "Oh, he came years later. I was off hunting when I found him, he had just been mauled by a bear and was losing a lot of blood. I held my breath and carried him the entire way back to Carlisle and begged him to change Emmett. It was a miracle that I was strong enough to save him, but he had just reminded me so much of Vera's little Henry..."

"Bella?" I heard Edward call.

Rosalie opened the door, revealing my favorite forever-beautiful face. Edward.

"Hey!" I said happily.

His face was indifferent.

"What's wrong?"

"Alice had a vision. Your father is coming back, so we need to set up a scene."

"What kind of scene?"

"A death scene."

A/N: Sorry that I didn't get into more detail about Rosalie's human life, but I didn't want to be stealing from the book. For the full version of Rosalie's story (Stephanie Meyer's writing), it's on page 154 of Eclipse in the chapter called "Unhappy Ending."