Yeah this chapter might shock ya. Or not, I don't know. Hopefully, that's what most writer's want to do. Shock the reader. Right?

Rated: T ( I think I've already stated that I'm only 14 so many times, so let's leave it at that yeah? )

Disclaimer: Don't own the Twilight series. Sucks I know. Though I might buy it when I'm older then make some remakes. Ha- Nah I'm not going to be that rich.

Summary: White Roses were the purest of them all. They symbolize love, peace and promise. Yet Bella just didn't understand how this white Rose had been tainted black.

Pairings: Bella/Rosalie, Little bit of Bella/Edward, Emmett/Casey, Jasper/Alice, Esme/Carlisle, those are just the main ones for now.

One

Bella Swan was never one for complication. She liked to see her self as simple, her clothing, look, personality; put it short she liked everything simple. Life was better when everything was short and sweet, that way everything went smoothly. You didn't have to worry about when the next big party was, if this guy liked you or not, whether the girls in school were talking behind your back, or if you were the most popular. She never was one to care for those things. Bella believed that if you kept it simple then there would never be any arising problems you had to face. That way you were just living in peace, and contentment. Complex things were what you should avoid, she tried to steer clear of the word itself. It only served to bring undying headaches, confusion, and no doubt misery. She found that the most unhappy people were the ones that had decided to complicate even the most simpler things in life. It was plain and simple; keep away any complexes that everyone on a daily basis made. Don't go near anything that even looked out of the ordinary. It was her number one rule she withheld most of her life.

Yet she had broken the one thing she abide by. In a moment of weakness she had let her curiosity get the best of her. Hearing the rumors of the so called 'Gods' and 'Goddesses' that were the Cullen she had ignored them like she was supposed to. She had decided that in no way would she get involved with them; not that she could was Jessica's warning. She had heard of the adopted teens that all seemed paired off together with the exception of two. It was obvious with the way that everyone around he spoke about them. How they basically ignored everyone outside of their family, the way they were all abnormally beautiful. It was clear as day; the moment she heard the rumors, when she laid eyes on them; they were a group of complete complications.

No one understood that they may just didn't like to converse with anyone other than their family. That they might have shared some bond that only they felt comfortable with one another. No one understood that they all had a past deeper than everyone else, that they shared a bond that cut deeper than blood. They all had there own complexities. Whether it was assuming that, if it was the tense atmosphere they all shared in the presence of anyone outside of their family, or if was just the plain in humanly factor that surrounded the group that drew Bella's attention. She couldn't exactly pin point what had struck a cord in her the moment her eyes locked on them.

They had managed to get Bella to break her number one rule. Stay away from anything and everything that is out of the ordinary. They drew her in. Her rule didn't stand a chance the moment her curiosity spiked when she laid eyes on them. She didn't even think twice about it; she just knew she had to in some way become involved with them. They meant something to her with just one look. The Cullen's wormed their way into hher mind, had given her a sense of priority with just one look into each and every pair of their eyes.

She didn't care for Edwards persistent excuses as to why she could never get involved with them. Bella had ignored each and every one of his warnings. He stated himself that they were complicated, and she ignored it; something she could and never would regret doing. She could only thank to whomever gave her the courage to stay so bold to ignore the alarming bells that sounded in her mind. Yes it's been nothing but problem after problem after them becoming a factor in her life, but she didn't care. They were in her life and that's all that mattered. She didn't even want to think about one of them ever being ripped away from her. It hurt too much.

So she instantly recognized the feeling of fear that overcame her when she had seen Edward being dragged away from the den. The aching in her chest when had to watch Rosalie pin Edward to the wall by his throat; the burning sensation that poked at her eyelids, as she hesitantly followed Rosalie into Carlisle office. She didn't want to loose them; any of them. Yet tonight felt as though this would be the last night with everyone of them.

"Stay."

She didn't even try to hide the fact that she was on the brink of crying. Her throat hurt, and ached from the lump that didn't seem to go away. She watched through slightly blurry eyes as Rosalie froze and met her eyes. Yes she was angry, and confused as to why the blonde had blindly attacked Edward, but the fear of losing her overshadowed them for the time being. She would question later, but now. Right now she needed to make sure that the blonde wasn't going anywhere. She needed assurance that Rosalie wouldn't pack up and leave due to her actions. It was in Rosalie's nature to run instead of facing the big issue; and Bella had understood that when Rosalie had shown up just a few hours ago.

When Rosalie nodded slowly Bella shook her head blinking back a few tears. That wasn't enough, she needed more assurance. She needed something that the blonde couldn't break.

"Promise me Rosalie. Tell me you won't leave."

Rosalie paused and pushed out a heavy unsteady breath. Bella stared waiting for the response she needed to hear. Rosalie stayed silent for an moment longer. The silence was suffocating and her throat closed up; everything was buzzing.

The confusion, pain, fear of losing someone that meant so much to her. It was all becoming too much. She desperately wanted to question Rosalie, but now was notwas not the time she didn't think she could handle anything else at the moment. She needed to speak with Edward, make sure he was okay. Physically she knew he would be but he would be self loathing his response to her blood. More than anything she wanted to believe that this wasn't happening; She hadn't stupidly cut herself in a room full of vampires, Edward hadn't all but thrown her into a table, Rosalie hadn't attacked Edward, and most of all she didn't feel so confused.

"I'm not going to leave Bella. I promise."

Her eyes searched Rosalie's face for truth, only when her expression stayed indifferent did Bella let her eyes lock with those usually guarded honey brown orbs. She didn't shy away from the intense gaze like she usually does. It was then she noticed just how different Rosalie's eyes seemed from everyone else. They held some odd glow making the color just a little bit brighter than her siblings. For the first time she caught a glimpse of just how warm and inviting Rosalie could be, and for a second; a small second. Bella felt her head spinning she felt as though she could drown in Rosalie's gaze. The sincerity that was clearly evident was enough to provide Bella a moment of peace. A moment were she didn't feel the pain of almost losing Edward, were her confusion subsided into nothing, a moment were her fear of losing someone dear to her was completely erased.

She flinched. It took her only seconds to realize what had jolted the reaction. It all came rushing back to her. Her eyelids felt very heavy and she didn't even try to swallow back the unshed tears; her hand fiddled with the large bandage wrapped carefully around her arm. She blinked letting the tears fall freely as she watched silently stared at the bent over figure slowly gathering up the wrappers that littered the desk. She withheld the need to reach out to the blonde, instead trying to quickly wipe away the tears. Bella sat and blankly watched as Rosalie cleaned up the area. She didn't know what to think of the blonde. For the first time in her life Bella felt the complications she swore to herself she would avoid. She was confused, hurt, and in desperate need to see Edward.

Her legs were brought as close as possible to her chest, and her grip tightened with each heart wrenching sobs that came from the room below. Bella had chosen to wordlessly make her way into Edwards room, no one had heard a peep until midnight. Low sobs, and pleas for Edward had escaped Bella's lips quite loudly. Alice, and Esme had long since gone in to comfort Bella; it had been successful,and they had managed to get the brunette to fall asleep once again. It had calmed down until the resounding pleas were heard only minutes later. It had been happening repeatedly for over three hours. All the while Rosalie had been clutching the wood of her bed. Once the wood split in two Rosalie couldn't bear being inside her room any longer.

It was obvious that the previous days events still had its effects on everyone. After Casey and Emmett had returned without Edward and explained he said he would be gone for the night, the tension had increased. Carisle hadn't so much glanced her way, Esme had sent her a small smile before returning to her room. Alice had tried to comfort her with resolved in Rosalie asking her to politely leave. Jasper had been trying to send calming assurance to everyone it was clear that the mixture of everyone's distress was getting to him. Emmett was unusually quiet, and Casey had seemed to all but disappear. No one had questioned Rosalie yet; and she would have been grateful that they thought she needed time alone, but now she wished they would ambush her with questioning eyes and confused voices. She didn't want to be alone. Not when her mate was distressed six feet below her, and she was to afraid to even be in her presence.

Fear was a feeling that the blonde wasn't accustomed to. Feelings in general were completely out of her elements. By all means Rosalie was no fool, intelligence did not fall to far from her father. Yet it even baffled her that she could not grasp the full meanings of her own emotions. She had chalked it up due to the uncaring family she had while still human. While most vampires could not remember one moment of their previous lives; she had ironically been plagued with the memory of her human life. She had not been graced with loving parents, by all means they weren't abusive physically. She had only been attention neglected.

While to the eyes of onlookers they seemed as though they had given her more than enough attention, it was behind closed doors did they choose to ignore their daughter. Her child hood could be considered very fulfilling seeing as she had been given everything she had asked for. Her mother had always spoken to her with kind words as she brushed her hair in front of her room vanity.

'Gorgeous...you will have men falling at your feet before you even reach the age fifteen. You will have a variety of choices, but you will choose the man that will bring fortune to this family. A beautiful woman like you only deserves a man that will spoil you.' She could remember countless times she had asked her mother what it felt like to be in love. 'It does not matter. A wealthy man, and a beautiful woman. That is a healthy relationship.'

Rosalie had never believed her mother of course. She had asked the question more than once hoping for a more reasonable answer. Her mother wanted one thing from her, nothing more. Marry into wealth. She couldn't care less what Rosalie had done when she was not in her lessons her mother had deemed she needed for becoming a proper wife. Unless it didn't involve tainting the family name, her mother had completely ignored Rosalie.

With her father it was short and sweet. He didn't care for her well being other than her looks. He spent most of his time at work, or searching for a well off man for her. It didn't exactly shock her when he came home bearing news that he had found the perfect bachelor. Rosalie knew they were worried when they heard news of her disappearance; for all the wrong reasons. If she knew anything about her parents then it was they were worried what would exactly happen to their reputation, once word got around that there first born had vanished without a trace.

She had choked down her own feelings to make her mother and father happy. She wanted them to approve of her actions. She had kept her secret of wanting to fall in love with the right man; who she didn't care what his financial status was, get married, and in time have a family with. In all truth she had forced herself to fit the perspective of her peers. For years she had disguised her own emotions for the sake of her family, and it seemed that she had grown accustomed at hiding her feelings. It had become a second nature. So used to creating false feelings; she could not grasp whether what she was feeling was true or false. Her own emotions had become foreign.

She had made up numerous scenarios where she could possibly avoid the conversation that she'd soon be having with Bella and each and every one of them did not have a fairy tale ending. The reaction was just inevitable. Bella would be shocked and hurt; possibly in denial. How exactly do you tell your brothers girlfriend she's your mate? It was simple to Rosalie. You don't. As much as she would love telling Bella she was her mate, now was not the time. Edward was still in the picture. She didn't know for how long, but of course there would lingering feelings Bella would have. Rosalie had all but given up on trying to plan out her future.

They were meant to be together. At some point it would be Bella and Rosalie. It was unavoidable;why fight something that will only bite you in the ass later on. It would happen, but Rosalie wanted it to happen in a way for Bella's benefit. She didn't Bella to feel obligated to have a relationship with her. Bella deserved to fall in love and Rosalie would let it happen; at a humans pace. They had all the time in the world to start a relationship, but now was not the moment it should be started. As much as Rosalie hated to admit it the feelings Bella felt for Edward were pure. She really did love Edward, and in some odd way he was her first real love. Those feelings would not just dissappear over night. They shared a bond, it may not be deeper than a mates, but it was a bond that connected the two. They valued each other, realistically they hated the thought of either of them being hurt. Rosalie sighed.

Standing she hesitantly let herself land on the ground without sound. The heartbeat slowly picked up speed, announcing Bella's waking. Crossing through the house she ignored the somber looks her family sent her. The door slightly open, she knocked softly; not receiving any response she slowly walked in to find Bella leaning against the headboard, eyes closed. The heavy purple tint under her already puffy eyes showed just how little sleep she had received, small hairs sticking to the small sweat that drizzled her cheeks. Rosalie's chest ached at the sight; she had to fix this. For Bella.

"Bella."

The small wispher was enough to gain the brunettes attention. Bella swallowed the lump in her throat.

"I need to see him, Rose."

She croaked the lack of liquid evident in her voice. Rosalie nodded showing a pain filled expression.

He hadn't moved from the spot in over five hours, staring blankly towards a half fallen tree. He look almost statuesque like the only indication he wasn't completely frozen was the occasional breath he would take. His face void of any emotion, mind playing the events of the previous night thoroughly. It didn't bother him that he was close to his near final death. He had come to a decision that the possibility of death wasn't entirely frightening. If that was what it took to end the burning pain he felt then it was what he would do. His mind had flicked to scenarios of visiting the Volturi, vividly playing visions were he would finally meet death. Yet the picture of someone instantly halted his imagination.

Bella.

It was very foolish of him. To persuade a relationship with a human; who was not his mate never the less. There was a pull, Bella had him in a trance the moment he locked eyes on her. He had thought it was the mating pull, she was magnificent. Her blood had called to him like no other; the smell of her like a forbidden fruit. One that he would never get a taste. She was a mystery, he couldn't read her mind. It should have been a sign from the universe that she was meant for him. He had thought she was his true mate. She had easily gained his attention; that had to mean something. Right? He should have noticed things sooner; paid more attention.

Yes he fell in love with Bella. She had managed to even make him believe that maybe vampires weren't entire monsters. She would do anything for him; a vampire, he should have seen it. The moment her blood met his nose he wanted to do nothing but sucks her dry. He had almost attacked her despite her fragile state. He wasn't protecting her from James for her safety; even he couldn't grasp the anger when James made obvious signs of killing her. No he wasn't keep her safe, he was protecting his prey. He didn't want James to taste her blood, he wanted her to himself. Had Carlisle ripped him away from Bella he would have sacked the life from her.

He could remember the sweet taste of her blood, how he had nearly killed her. Her blood was like his personal drug, his own brand of heroine. He didn't care for anything but her blood in that moment. How her blood was sweetened even more than the rapist, and murders he had fed off of. It was like none he had ever tasted. He had let the need for more take control. His love for her wasn't enough. All that mattered was her blood.

He realized she wasn't his mate. She was his singer; the one made for him to kill, not to love. Yet he loved her, and let his selfish need to care for her take over logic. They were never meant to be and last night was a reminder that they couldn't be together. His fist clenched in frustration.

He should have noticed sooner, the small glances, the mistaken anger; the pain. He had taken away the one thing Rosalie needed. He had put her through unimaginable pain. It amazed him that she was willing to put aside her own happiness for his. She had never been one for happiness, one that seemed to be the exact definition of selfish. Only proving to be the very opposite. He was always so positive she wouldn't hesitate to throw everything away for her own needs. Only to find out she had put herself to the worst pain imaginable for what? So he could get a taste of something that would never be. His lips twisted into a painful smile hearing the thoughts a mile away.

Edward turned fighting off the aching burn in his throat. His eyes met Rosalie's first almost begging for permission. She nodded for once dropping her defensive wall that blocked her thoughts. He frowned looking almost as if he would cry at any moment. His hhead shook in disbelief almost missing the bittersweet smile she sent him.

"Edward."

His eyes slowly trailed to Bella trying to send her an assuring smile. He frowned realizing he only managed a grimace. She looked so fragile, as though she would break under his touch. How it pained him to see the dark tint under her eyelids making it seem as though she hadn't slept in days. Yet to him she hadn't looked more beautiful than ever.

"Bella."

He murmured calmly. Though he was trying to fight the deep urge the call of her blood. He nodded when Rosalie took a small step towards Bella without any notice to the brunette. Edward took a noticeable step back as Bella slowly drew closer. He purposely ignored the hurt frown she was sending his way.

"Bella, please. Stay close to Rosalie." She shook her head taking long strides his way. He tensed when a low breeze blew giving him a nose fill of her scent.

"Edward I love you."

Her eyes were shinning with unshed tears. His frown faltered at this, allowing his hand to slowly reach out for her. Rosalie flinched keeping her eyes solely on Edward. She didn't like the idea of him being so close to Bella, but she reminded herself that this is what was needed. For all three of them.

"Bella there isn't anything in this world that I love more than you, but - "

"D- Don't say that. No buts, I love you and you love me. Tell me that it's enough. Tell me you won't leave me. Promise me Edward. "

Her fist took a full amount of his shirt tugging him closer. He sent Rosalie a pained frown before letting his arms wrap around her waist. She dug her face deeper inhaling his scent. They stood in silence as if trying to savoir the moment.

Rosalie frowned. She desperately desperately wanted to rip her eyes away but her body wouldn't allow it. Her protective need to make sure that her mate was in no deep danger over powered the painful burning at the sight of her mate in the arms of another.

"Bella I wish...I can't promise you anything." Her throat closed up and all but cut off the oxygen circulating. Edwards grip tightened just a little causing Rosalie to shift her feet uneasily.

"Then don't. Don't promise me anything. Stay with me." She cried into his chest words slightly muffled though her heard her loud and clear.

Tell her.

His eyes snapped to meet Rosalie's burning gaze.

Tell her why you can't, she deserves to know. He nodded, prying Bella an arms length away.

"I can't, Bella. I'll hurt you if I stay." His voice was strained.

"You'll hurt me if I don't." She wisphered trying to catch small breaths.

"Bella that's not enough. I'll never forgive myself if I hurt you again,"

He muttered tracing over the bandage wrapped around her arm. She yanked her arm away wrapping her arms around his torso squeezing as if he would dissappear at any moment; which was a possibility.

"Don't do this - Edward, please you can turn me, I don't care. Turn me. You won't have to suffer anymore. It'll take the pain away. You won't need to hold back, turn me. You don't have to leave."

Edward sent Rosalie a small nod. This wasn't getting them anywhere; Stalling the inevitable. He needed to get away before her scent took control over him. Rosalie held back her own disagreement. He was her brother she loved him, it hurt her to see him go.

"I love you Bella, promise me you'll stay safe."

"N- No I won't. I can't. I need you." Her voice panicked as he slowly retracted himself. She clawed at his shirt desperately trying to keep a grip.

Don't do anything stupid Edward. He sent the two a bittersweet smile.

"Take care of her Rosalie." He commented, meant only to reach her ears.

Bella shook her head eyes trying to focus, he was gone before she could even bilnk. Her chest hurt, head spinning, her eyes searched wildly. Her feet moved on its own accord only getting a few feet before cool arms stopped her movements. She thrashed, kicking as if she was being held by someone unknown. Though the arms felt familiar she wanted nothing more than them gone so she could find Edward. Her vision blurred and her breath began to shorten making Rosalie tighten her grip just by a bit. She shook hands grasping at her arms trying to pry them away.

"I need to find him. Let me go, stop." She screamed. Every second she was trapped the further away he was getting. Her head shook furiously as Rosalie turned her into her chest.

"Bella...it's going to be okay. I promise." Hard sobs racked through her body and she clutched at Rosalie's jacket.

"B-Bring him back Rosalie! Find him. Don't let him leave. Please bring him back." Rosalie gently lowered them to the ground, lowly cooing to Bella making her sob harder.

"Make it stop. Make the pain stop Rose." She cried. Rosalie choked back her own sob nodding furiously, rocking them slowly.

"I promise. I'll make it stop Bella. I promise."

Oh my God! It took so long and it was so fricking hard writing this chapter. Please tell me if I messed it up, or rushed the whole leaving thing. Dang, I don't even know what to say. Ya know what I'll just shut up.

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