Rosalie was frozen. Stock still in the middle of the corridor. It had been quite a few years since she had been surprised by the sudden appearance of another vampire. Alice was usually around to warn everyone. Failing that, she could normally scent them from miles away.

But this encounter was a complete shock. It felt like she had lost her footing despite both feet being firmly planted on the ground. The dynamics had shifted and Rosalie was reeling to regain control of the situation.

The woman in front of her looked to be in her mid to late 30's. Though that was no indication for how long she had actually lived. Her skin was vampire pale but Rosalie had a feeling that she had probably been quite pale as a human too. Her hair was a light blonde. It was very short and feathered around her head. She wore a deep blue jumpsuit that seemed to be vintage.

"Ah, you must be Rosalie," the woman said.

She seemed to be exceptionally cheerie. Her smile was very motherly and kind. The type of face one might open up to.

"I'd shake your hand but they're a bit full at the moment," she said.

Her arms were filled with several files and, strangely enough, a potted plant. She breezed past Rosalie towards one of the unopened doors. After a bit of reshuffling, she piled all of her items into one arm and unlocked the door.

"Come through, come through. Sit wherever you like. I haven't had the chance to sort through this office yet" she said, while switching the light on.

Dust motes swirled in the air as she entered. "I don't think this office has been used in a while." she said, mostly to herself. "I'll need to give it a dusting at some point."

Rosalie had made no indication that she was going to move. Only her eyes had moved as she followed the woman's path. She was debating with herself whether or not she should make a run for it. Was this newcomer a threat?

What the hell is going on?

The woman dumped most of her files on the desk and placed the potted plant in the window. Then she turned back towards the open door and motioned for Rosalie to come through.

"Come on in, dear. I don't bite" she said.

Rosalie raised an eyebrow. Then the woman seemed to realise her mistake. "Ah, wrong choice of words. But I mean it though. You are perfectly safe in here."

Rosalie did not quite believe that but she was not about to let this woman know that she was affected by her presence. Curiosity was also rearing its big head too. Just who was this random vampire?

So she conceded and made her way into the room. Once again she chose the chair that was closest to the door. Ensuring that her back was never exposed.

The woman closed the door behind her. The click of a closed door had never sounded so ominous.

"Right, Introductions," the woman clapped as she made her way over to the seat opposite Rosalie. "I am Dr Gillian Miller and it seems that I am your new counsellor."

Dr. Miller slid into the chair with a fluid grace. She faced Rosalie with an expectant air.

"Are you seriously a therapist?" Rosalie asked, finally breaking her silence.

The corners of Dr. Miller's mouth ticked upwards ever so slightly. As if she saw Rosalie finally speaking as a success. "I am indeed. I've done this for over 30 years now. And you may be surprised to hear this but you're not even the first vampire I've had as a client."

She sounded genuine and Rosalie could not detect any insincerity in her face. Rosalie's eyebrows shot up. "Seriously!"

"Well as you can probably expect, being a vampire comes with its own unique trauma's" Dr. Miller continued.

"Yeah, no shit." Rosalie whispered underneath her breath.

"I expect you probably want to know a bit more about me before we start. Therapist's don't usually tell our clients about ourselves but I feel like, in this situation, it would be more beneficial."

Rosalie nodded. The more she knew about her the more relaxed she would feel

"Right so, I was born in 1945 just as the war in England was ending. I studied to become a therapist while I was human and I think I was quite good at it." She somehow managed not to sound smug. More like it was just a fact. "I was changed in 1982. By one of my own clients actually. He had only just been changed himself and he didn't know what was happening to him. He came looking for me for help but he lost control. I don't blame him, though."

Well I freaking would. If the person who changed her had been someone she was supposed to be helping, Rosalie doubted she would ever forgive them.

"I never wanted to hurt people though. I love humans. All the weird and wonderful. It's part of the reason I became a therapist anyway. I've seen people at their darkest, at their happiest and all shades in between. I never want to take that away from somebody.

I think it was that mindset that helped me. It took quite a lot of work but I found that I could resist the temptation to drink human blood. Obviously, I've had my own share of slip ups but I've been mostly human free for over two decades."

Rosalie didn't want to admit it but she was actually impressed. Finding vegetarian vampires was so rare. Even rarer still that they had discovered the lifestyle on their own. Most never even thought that there could be another way of life. That they didn't need to kill humans. The thought never even crossed their minds.

Rosalie found herself relaxing her rigid posture somewhat. Letting herself sink more into the seat. She no longer felt threatened by Dr. Miller. Yes, she was a strange, new vampire but she was also someone with a very high degree of control. Not like the irrational and impulsive nomads that she had come across in the past.

"I imagine you have got your own story but you can choose to share that if and whenever you please." said Dr. Miller.

Rosalie's grip tightened on the arms of her chair. The wood groaned ever so slightly against the force. A move which Dr. Miller definitely noticed but did not comment on.

Dr. Miller leaned over to a small side table and picked up a file. Rosalie caught a brief look at the writing as she flipped through it. Her stomach dropped when she recognised the messy scrawl of Dr Stevens.

They were notes about her, she realised.

Dr Miller had picked up a pair of glasses of all things. They had been on a string around her neck. She placed them onto the bridge of her nose as she skimmed through the papers. It was a move that drew Rosalie up short. She's a vampire what the hell does she need glasses for. Her eyesight was no doubt perfect so it was a strange action to take.

Dr. Miller finished reading and turned back to Rosalie. There was amusement clear in her eyes and a barely restrained smile.

"So," she held the file in the air "Am I right in thinking that most-if not all-of this is quite frankly bullshit?"

"Are you even allowed to say that?" Rosalie said with a pointed laugh.

This whole situation was just beyond bizarre. Rosalie didn't even know what to think anymore.

"Say what? Bullshit?" she asked. "Of course I'm allowed to swear, we're both adults here. It's not the case of it being allowed in a professional sense either. It's about what we feel a client will respond to better. I once knew a therapist that would shoot foam darts at his patients whenever they said something bad about themselves."

"Obviously, if you prefer I refrain from such profanity, then I shall" she added onto the end.

"No, no it's fine. Just unexpected I guess" It was also quite refreshing to hear. Most people treated her like a kid and it was beyond frustrating. Especially considering she was old enough to be their grandmother.

Dr. Miller nodded. Then she twisted around and threw the whole file into the trash can by her desk. Well over six feet away. It would have been considered a trick shot had she been human. Rosalie flicked her eyes between the trash can and Dr. Miller.

Dr. Miller was just so completely different than what she expected. Even if she had been human Rosalie felt like she still would have been thrown off by her. She was loath to admit it but Dr. Miller was quite a fascinating woman.

Dr. Miller got out a new pad and pen. "Let's start from the top shall we. You can tell me a bit about yourself and why you are here in the first place."

Rosalie tapped her fingers against the arm of the chair. Where would she even begin? She knew she had to at least mention her family. Dr. Miller was bound to bump into one of them at some point. Or just their scents. It was best that there weren't any surprises on that front. The last thing they needed was for this new vampire to start snooping around and find out about Edward's dirty little secret.

They would have to be extra careful that they were not discovered. If Dr. Miller found out and went to the Volturi they were screwed. She was not about to lose everything just because her idiot brother couldn't stay away from his precious Bella for two seconds.

"Well I've been a vampire since 1933. I was changed by a man called Carlisle and I've been with him and his family ever since." Rosalie started.

"When you say family, what do you mean by that?" Dr Miller inquired. She looked genuinely intrigued.

"There's seven of us in total. We consider ourselves a family rather than a coven. Five of us were either 18 or under when we turned so we're considered the 'Kids'. We all go to Forks High to blend in. Carlisle and Esme are older so they're considered our 'Parents'. I have a mate called Emmett and two of the other 'kids' are a mated pair as well."

"That is amazing. I don't think I've ever come across such a phenomenon amongst vampires. I thought I was rather alone with my ability to control myself among Humans yet here you are with a whole family of you blending in." said Dr. Miller.

Rosalie did nothing to smother the smugness blooming on her face. You're damn right we're amazing. It felt good to have another vampire recognise that for once. Most of the time they would just look at her family with pity or scorn.

"We are pretty unique, I guess." Rosalie smirked.

"And are they all like us?" Dr. Miller pointed to her very gold eyes.

"Vegetarian? Oh yeah we all are. I've never known anything different."

"Vegetarian?" Dr Miller laughed. "You know that is rather a good way of putting it actually. I might steal that one."

"It's all yours."

Dr. Miller straightened up a bit in her chair, positioning her pen at the ready. "Right, now in your own words can you describe to me why you are here."

"Because my principal's an asshole," Rosalie said with a quirked brow.

"That may be but I doubt that is the whole reason"

Rosalie sighed and crossed her arms. "One of the disgusting little High School boys raped his girlfriend and was bragging about it. I may have shoved him into the lockers and rendered him unconscious for several hours."

"I see." said Dr. Miller, her face remained annoyingly neutral.

Rosalie narrowed her eyes. And what exactly do you see? Dr. Miller scribbled a few notes down onto her paper. When Rosalie tried to peek at them she couldn't understand a word. Either it was written in a language she wasn't familiar with or it was some kind of shorthand. Either way it irritated her that she didn't know what Dr. Miller was writing about her.

"Are you normally prone to acts of violence against humans, Rosalie?"

"No, this was the first time." she shook her head hard.

But that was not entirely true though. Rosalie bit the inside of her cheek. The deaths of seven different men flashed across her mind. Every single one of them was a wretched monster and deserved what they got. But her jaw tightened and her hands curled into fists when she thought of them.

Dr. Miller nodded and wrote a few more notes. "Was there anything about this situation that caused you to act uncharacteristically? A trigger of some kind? I doubt someone who can blend in as well as you can, would become aggressive over nothing."

Rosalie glared at Dr. Miller. She could tell that she was fishing for something. "He raped his girlfriend. That's not nothing."

"No, no, you are quite right. It's very much not nothing." said Dr. Miller. "Could you tell me what you were feeling at the time?"

Rosalie thought back to that moment. The boys and their smug voices. It sent a wave of revulsion through her even now. Too reminiscent of her own experience when she heard her attackers congratulating themselves. She remembered the way her notebook exploded in her grip. The way that Drew tried to leer over her. She remembered how for a split second it wasn't Drew's face she was seeing but Royce's.

The fact that he could still pop up in her head after all this time disgusted her deeply.

Rosalie's lip curled. If she had been human her hands would have been shaking. It was only her vampiric instincts that kept them steady. Not that she would ever admit that for one second. In her mind she was not affected by anything.

"I felt angry," Rosalie put simply.

Dr. Miller scribbled down a few more notes. "What about after you pushed him?"

"I didn't feel anything," Rosalie frowned and looked away.

"Really? I imagine the situation could be quite frightening. Especially if he was knocked unconscious like you said." said Dr. Miller.

"I'm not scared!" Rosalie said abruptly.

Her eyes snapped back to Dr. Miller's. How dare she. Rosalie was not scared. Nothing scared her. Nothing. Least of all those weak human boys.

"Feeling scared isn't a bad thing."

"I never said it was." Rosalie bit back defensively. "Anyway, I was perfectly in control. I knew I hadn't killed him so there was no need to be scared."

That wasn't entirely true. In fact it was mostly false. She had not been in control of her strength at the time. And for a brief second she wasn't sure whether he was dead or not. The seconds between his heart beats had been some of the longest Rosalie had experienced.

But she was not about to tell her therapist that.

Dr. Miller could see that Rosalie was building up more walls around her and decided to switch up tactics. "Well, let's move onto some easier topics for now. Tell me more about yourself."

Rosalie was infinitely relieved with the topic change. She told Dr. Miller about herself. Only superficial things mind you. Rosalie was not someone who shared easily. Especially not to a vampire stranger that she was still unsure of.

So far though, she did not think that she would be a threat to her family in any way. In fact she felt like Carlisle would have a field day. He would want to get to know her immediately. Rosalie wouldn't be surprised if he offered her a place among them.

That man had some seriously strong familial instincts.

So Rosalie only told her things like what her favourite animal to hunt was and what places she had lived in before. They shared a bit of a moment as they both recounted living through the twentieth century. It wasn't often that Rosalie got to speak with someone about it outside of her family. It was refreshing to get a new perspective.

Rosalie was a little confrontational when the topic of her vampiric status came up. Dr. Miller wanted to know if she missed being human or if she had fully embraced the vampire lifestyle. Of course she wanted to be human! She didn't think she had ever wanted anything more. She had to control her voice to stop herself from shouting that out loud.

Dr. Miller gave her a weirdly attentive look when she said that. Something that Rosalie was not comfortable with.

Thankfully she managed to steer the conversation back to Dr. Miller. It turned out that Dr. Miller had cut her hair back in the 80's for some trend and now she always despaired that it would never grow again. She was on her toes for when short hair came back into fashion. Rosalie laughed at that but she did sympathise with her. She had no idea how Alice coped with short hair either.

When Rosalie inquired about Dr. Miller's glasses she laughed and took them off her nose. Apparently they were a part of her 'human' disguise. People felt more at ease with her if it seemed like she had some kind of flaw. Poor eyesight was just one of the easiest ones to display.

By the end of her session Rosalie was quite happy. Despite the rough start it turned out to be a good chat. It felt good to speak with someone who actually knew what she was talking about. No veiled sentences with double meanings, just facts.

"Well it was nice talking to you, Rosalie. I haven't had a proper chat with another vampire in ages." Dr. Miller flipped her notepad closed and began to put things away. "I guess I will be seeing you in a couple of days."

Rosalie had been getting out of her chair but she froze. "Wait, what?"

"For your next session."

"Aren't you just going to sign the paper and say that I'm free to go. Surely you know that I don't actually need to be here." Rosalie was standing now with her arms crossed.

Dr. Miller got to her feet and moved about at a completely carefree pace. She was not ruffled by Rosalie's demeanor in the slightest. "Just because you are a vampire doesn't mean that I won't do my job, Rosalie. I'm still a therapist at heart. And anyway I think you would benefit from some counselling sessions."

Rosalie was dumbstruck, staring at as if she had three heads. I don't need therapy. She was perfectly fine on her own, thank you. Who was this person to say that she needed therapy?

Her mind seemed to neglect that fact that the person in question was actually a therapist.

"I can't believe this," Rosalie huffed before quickly leaving.

She hurried down the corridor as fast as was physically possible while retaining a human speed limit. The further away she got from this insane situation the better.

"See you friday." she heard as she left the building.

Rosalie didn't bother to reply and made a mad dash for home.

I see Dr. Gillian Miller as Gillian Anderson's character Jean Milburn from sex education. Hence the very creative name choice lol