A/N: This is a work of fanfiction. I did not create the characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. This idea came from a tiktok by fanonstar. They also write on all fanfiction platforms under the same name. Please check them out. I am headcanoning that this takes place in their world for "Princess Isabella Volturi."

Every Rose has a Singer

Blonde hair surrounded a pale face in the wind. She had to get away from Edward's whining. I miss Bella. It was so hard to lie. I'm the one that's not good enough for her. As if the permanently seventeen year old man could have any other thoughts from his mind come out. Rose hadn't liked her brother before he had met that insufferable human, but now? Now she'd give anything to go back to almost any other point in her history. Almost.

The rain didn't bother the vampire one bit. It was a nice change to just the cloud cover that she was used to in northern Oregon. They hadn't even moved that far away from Forks, and Edward still found time to complain, even when he made weekly trips to watch Bella, until he couldn't. According to Alice, the human had gone on a backpacking trip to Europe, but that was all that her sister could see until all visions of Isabella Swan disappeared. Rosalie had expected her brother to run after his precious human, his singer, but he hadn't. He stayed in the attic of their little house, and she had only grown more annoyed with his presence.

Esme and Carlisle had put up with the eldest brother's shit for too long. They didn't even try to get him out of the house, to go to school like the rest of the children. Letting him live in that depression, it would only hurt him more in the long run. Rose wanted to give him a swift kick in the ass as good sisters might, but things only got worse when Alice and Jasper left the week prior. They had said they were going to live on their own for a while, but she had overheard Edward telling their parents that their siblings were going to stay with the Volturi. Edward couldn't discern a reason from either of their thoughts, but her sister, her best friend, was gone.

That had been what led Rose to go to Portland for a week. The last few days the summer sun had been poking through the blonde's hotel room curtains. Rain had finally come over the city, and the vampire was thrilled. She went out into the city, an umbrella shielding most of the water from ruining her hair and the ridiculous dress Alice had bought her before leaving. It was so impractical to wear wandering around the city, but it was the only thing she had brought that she wanted to wear.

Through the rain and the wind, a strong, sweet smell found its way into her nostrils. She followed her senses as the scent became stronger. Rosalie had never smelled anything so exquisite in their life. Venom pooled in her mouth, and that was the moment that she realized what the scent was. Human blood. The smell was so enticing, but she tried to tear herself away from it. She had never in her life had a pull like this, even as a newborn. Her control had been strong. This was different though.

The blonde found the source of the scent within minutes. She watched the woman for a moment, following behind at a distance with her phone out. She had thought about texting Emmett, asking him for help, but the hunger was too strong. Venom kept building up in her mouth, wetting her lips as she took more steps towards the stranger. Each step towards this woman was another step further from who she had always tried to be. It would be so easy to pull the stranger into an alleyway, bite down on the woman's tanned neck, and drain her. She could picture it in her mind. No one else was out in the rain, so easy to hide what she wanted to do so badly.

It felt like hours following the woman with a burning in the back of Rosalie's throat. Her golden eyes were likely turning black with thirst the longer she trailed behind the deliciously scented stranger. Without any warning from her mind, Rose's body reacted. She jumped, pushing the other into a nearby alley. No sooner had she latched her jaw around the other's throat had the brunette's screams turned to bloody gurgles. The taste was so much better than what she had expected. It was so sweet, dedicant. Nothing in her life had tasted better. Animal blood was disgusting compared to this, and she wasn't sure that she could go back.

No more blood came from the stranger's body. It had been so short-lived, and the burning was still there. She had never tasted human blood. She had never wanted to before. Even with Royce and his goons, she had killed them without spilling a drop of their blood. She had been the only one to never taste it, and now that she had, she knew that she couldn't go back. Rosalie Hale-Cullen had expensive, decadent tastes, and human blood would now tempt her for the rest of her undead life.

Not caring about what was left in her hotel room, Rosalie sprinted back to the Cullen house. The woman's blood still covered her dress. As she approached the door, she heard Edward's smug voice talking.

"Rosalie found her singer." What the hell did that mean? The word seemed so familiar, but she couldn't place it. Walking into the living room, the blonde approached her brother and pushed him against the wall. Blood not only staining her own clothes, her skin, but now Edward's as well.

"You should have stayed in the fucking attic." Thirst begging for her to go hunt. Her instincts telling her that she needed more of the blood she now craved. "We don't want to hear-"

Rosalie was torn away from the copper haired man kicking and screaming. The arms were comforting, but not enough. "Rose." Emmett's whisper left her still as he carried her up the stairs to her room. "What happened tonight?"

"I became a monster." Rose looked into her mate's eyes. She knew that they had turned red, the change was almost instantaneous when a vampire switched from animal blood to human blood. She had killed before, but never had she succumbed to her vampire cravings, never had she drank from a human before that night. "I drank from a human."

"We all have. You're not a monster." His hand reached out, grasping for Rose's, but she pulled it away. The red liquid had now dried onto her icy skin. The sight reminded her of what she would always be.

"I couldn't control myself, Emmett!" Rosalie screamed, not caring if their family heard her. She deserved to be ousted for what she had done. She deserved to never be forgiven by Carlisle or Esme for becoming the monster she had always feared. "She just… smelled so good. The temptation, I couldn't control it, the thirst. I didn't even think. I just reacted, launched myself at her. I had drained her before I even had the chance to think about how terrible it was."

"You met your singer." Emmett repeated Edward's words. "Do you not remember whenever I killed mine? The woman putting up her clothes? I lasted fifteen seconds before I attacked her." The word finally had a definition in her head. She had always considered herself intelligent, but she couldn't remember the word until he reminded her of what it was. Her singer. The person whom she had no control over drinking from. The person that Bella was to Edward.

"I can't get the taste out of my mouth. I want more. I need more." More human blood. Her eyes stayed locked on Emmett's. A silent plea to let her succumb to her monster thirst. Begging to become what she had always feared. "I want to join Alice and Jasper."