A:N/ Thanks for coming back! Here's the real Chapter 14. I hope you enjoy it. I'd really appreciate some feedback on here, because I think this chapter is lacking a little something. If you would like to help with suggestions, please leave it in a review!

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Three days after her disappearance, Rosalie Hale was part of the Cullen family. Two months after that I found myself sitting outside of a bank in the getaway car, wondering just what I had gotten myself into. I felt like I owed something to Rosalie. Helping her get her revenge was just one way of paying her back. When Carlisle decided to change her, I am sure this is not what he had thought he was signing up for.

Rosalie's introduction to our family was anything but pleasant. She was very suspicious of us and rude when Carlisle tried to explain our histories to her. But it was also the first time I could say she was vulnerable. Her brilliant red eyes were cloudy with sadness.

She accepted our vegetarianism without spoken protest. In her mind she questioned it, wondering what kind of silly monsters we were, thinking we were humanitarians.

"We want to be as normal as our circumstances allow. There is no reason for us to feast upon humans when there is a humane alternative." I answered her. She raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow at me. In her vampire orientation, Carlisle had explained my gift to her.

And have you ever tasted human blood?

"Yes, it is not something I am proud of."

She contemplated this silently. I should have been tipped off then. She was stubborn. Everything we taught her, she seemed to think she needed to be the best at it. While hunting, she would bring down her prey first and be the cleanest. In my wildest dreams I couldn't have realized that this was all in her plan. She hid it from me, catching on quickly of ways to keep me out of her head. Whenever she would start to analyze her looks in the mirror, bringing her vanity from her human life, I would tune her out, switching frequencies to the more intellectual thoughts of my parents.

"I need a favor from you," she approached me. It was two months after her change, and she had adjusted quiet well into our lifestyle. We moved to the mountains of Virginia, far from civilization to help her tame her thirst. Her eyes were slowly becoming a murky burgundy. I stopped playing my piano and met those eyes.

"I do not believe I owe you any favors," I said coldly. We got along as well as fighting frogs.

"Oh, but I believe you do." She started to replay the florist scene, how I had convinced her to change her wedding flowers, then flashed to while she was on the desk in our Rochester home, how I had offended her once I realized it was her that was being changed. The scene shifted again, but it wasn't a memory. It was what she was planning all along. Her revenge. I tried to close my mind from her, but there was nothing around to distract me. Esme and Carlisle had left for some "alone time", both complaining of imaginary headaches from Rosalie and I constantly bickering.

"Why do you want my help? Carlisle will not approve."

"Let us call it a family bonding moment. Esme filled me in on your history with that human girl in Charlotte. You got your revenge, why should I not get mine?" Her smirk was cruel and sadistic.

"But killing all of those men?"

"They defiled my body and left me to die. I do not plan on draining them of their blood. I would never allow that foulness to touch my lips." Never again will their fluids enter my body.

I bowed my head while I let her words and thoughts absorb my mind.

"Why do you need me to go?"

"While I believe I have been quite successful as a newborn, I want someone there with me to make sure I do not stray off the beaten path." Her words didn't match her thoughts. She was afraid she would get the sudden urge to visit her family. She pictured herself crashing dinner and scaring her younger brothers, or heaven forbid, bite one of them.

"Fine."

We drove through the night and into the next morning to Rochester. Along the way, Rosalie acquired a wedding dress. In her mind, I saw what she was planning on doing with it which saved me from asking the question. Once in town, she left a dozen roses on his doorstep with a note letting him know that his death was awaiting him.

I sat in the car while she enacted her revenge. I listened to every one of their dying thoughts and saw Royce cowering in his safe. She was very…dramatic, each step by been meticulously planned in her mind. One by one she killed her rapists, slowly building up to the suspense of getting the ring leader. I closed my eyes and tried to block this one from my mind. I felt like it needed to be a private moment for her. I didn't open them until I heard the car door shut.

"Ready to go back to Virginia?" I asked, starting the car.

"Can we make one more stop?" She asked in a quivering voice. She started to picture a house up the street, one I was quite familiar with.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

I've killed enough people tonight. I won't be any harm to them.

"I'm not worried about you harming your family. I'm worried about you exposing yourself to get closure."

"I wasn't planning on leaving the car. I just want to hear their voices one last time."

Against my better judgment, I complied. I pulled out front of their house, turning the engine and lights off before coasting to a stop. True to her word, Rosalie stayed in the car. She watched the house silently, listening to her mother tell her younger brothers a bedtime story. I thought back to the stories I had eavesdropped on a long time ago. I wondered how Anna's siblings were doing without their sister.

"Alright, we can go now." Her voice broke in sobs as we left Rochester.

We sat silently in the car, I staring straight ahead, and Rosalie watching out the passenger side window. Her thoughts were replaying the deaths of her attackers, but there was no sense of satisfaction. She still did not want this eternal life. It had made her powerful, but it could not replace what she lost. Her virginity, her family, her future.

"Rosalie," I whispered, trying to get her to say something.

"What?" It was an emotionless response. She still wouldn't tear her eyes away from the river running parallel to us. The moon was glistening on the broken surface of the waves. Turmoil.

"I want to apologize for the flower incident. I was being cruel, and self righteous. You must realize that this special talent of mine is very hard to live with, and has made me a jaded individual. But what I did was uncalled for. I'm sorry."

Rosalie gave a little laugh and shook her head. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the seat. "Why are you bringing that up now?"

"Because now that I can see what you're capable of I never want to be at the receiving end of your fury."

And that was the first time I had seem Rosalie smile an honest smile since she had been turned into a vampire.

"Just take us home, Edward."

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