I'm such a douche...

Rated: T ( I haven't really changed this in a while so...Boom. Changed it.)

Disclaimer: Don't own the Twilight series. Ya know always cry myself to sleep just because of the fact that I don't own the Twilight series. Haven't updated this either...but some things don't change. ( Sigh ) Yeah I'm gonna stick with that for the rest of the story.

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. Yep updating them all...tell me what other couples you'd like to see make an appearance.

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She lets out a breath of air. Her eyes scan over his appearance, and she can feel the corners of her mouth drop in protest. It's then when she sees a glare being directed to the rooftop of her childhood home. She wants to swallow the thick lump she can feel forming at the bottom of her throat, because she knows. She can see it — feel — the change. He's not the familiar guy she had once known. This wasn't the boy that used to sit with her in the backyard and imagine what type of animals could fit into the large forest. Who would come home with her after they've dirtied themselves with the mud from the constant rain that fell over the town. The one who had teased her countless times when her mother forced her into a of the sundresses when the sky was clear of clouds, and the sun shined. This wasn't the guy who told sat with her by the campfire while Billy Black told them stories of his ancestors.

His features weren't soft anymore. The corners of his lips weren't lifted into an easy smile, brightening the dark skies. His hair wasn't long anymore she couldn't tease him of the shaggy look anymore. The light brown irises that were once open to the world, weren't soft, they didn't ease Bella of the worries that presented themselves her second grade bully. They were guarded. Hard as steel, full of the stress that was the supernatural. He isn't the Jacob she once knew. His jaw was set, eyes cold. She had never seen the expression of pure hatred on him, and she didn't like it. Not one bit. The look didn't fit him. No matter how much he's changed. It made her chest clench when she realized the look was sent towards the blonde silently watching from above. She stared his way, closing her eyes when she realized what she'd have to do. She turned to face the house, eyes falling to the figure sitting on roof.

Rosalie flipped her gaze from the native boy to the brunette and her face instantly softened. Bella welcomed the soft fog that overcame her mind. She didn't object when the blonde sent her a small smile — slightly holding back the grin. It was then that she felt the guilt from yesterday starting to make its way into the pit of her stomach. Rosalie hadn't mentioned it, but the blonde started to hesitate slightly when speaking to her. She had been so gentle with Bella, as if she would break with one touch. The guilt only intensified when the blonde had complied to everything Bella had wanted. The bitter tone she had used on the vampire still burned on her tounge. Her head still ached every time Rosalie stared at her with her head nearly hung, eyes crowded with sadness. She hated that she soaked up the look Rosalie sends her.

How Rosalie looked at her like she would do anything to not have Bella direct that tone of voice towards her again. She hated how she could still practically feel the hurt emitting from Rosalie. Or how the blonde would look at her as though she'd run towards the depths of a burning inferno to keep her safe. The brunette didn't like the way she'd catch the blonde stealing small glances her way. She hated how she loved when Rosalie stared at her like she was the moon and stars. How the blonde silently watched her like a dejected puppy whenever Bella would break their gaze.

Bella hated that she would swarm with emotions whenever Rosalie sent her one of these looks. It didn't help she was positive she stared at the vampire the same way.

"Rose..."

Her voice caught inside the wisphers of the wind, and she swallowed when Rosalie sent her a concerned frown. It intensified the guilt of what she was about to force herself to do. She forced herself to look away, but she heard the soft landing. A lingering buzz filled her, and she knew Rosalie was standing beside her.

"Didn't know you needed protection from me." She flinched and shifted her eyes to the boy in front of her, before shuffling them back to the ground.

"Watch your tone mutt."

The three fell silent and the air felt tense. Setting her hand on the blondes forearm, she heard a soft sigh followed by a low apology. The native descendent stared at the pair perplexed by the interaction. Catching the stare the boy was sending them, Bella slowly let her hands fall limp to her sides. She didn't need him asking questions she didn't even know the answer to herself.

"She's here because I want her to be," It wasn't a complete lie.

His comment wasn't too far from the truth. Bella wanted her to here. She was terrified of the boy that stood before her. She knew no matter how much of his anger boiled over he wouldn't harm her. It wasn't physical abuse she was worried about, she just knew what the boy was capable of. Jacob was capable of causing hurt by guilt trading. By using his words to strip her bare. He would undoubtedly speak poorly of the Cullen family. Bella had heard him done it before, and it had hurt her at the time that he didn't trust her enough to let her follow intuition. Though she had been able to control herself the first time around. She didn't think she could this time, because the family was already hanging by loose threads; Edward was gone, and it would with a doubt involve the blonde vampire of the family. Bella knew she wouldn't be able to calm herself if her down talked Rosalie. Which would cause him to grow angry, and it seemed Rosalie would attack anything that seemed threatening towards her.

"You wanted to talk and I do too. Not when that leech is looming over you."

The faint hiss made her think of a rattle snake threatening to attack, and she couldn't have that. Rosalie couldn't loose all her patience, because she didn't think she could handle that. Seeing the blonde so lost, deep in a slumber of anger. That wasn't Rosalie. It was the monster that she had promised herself she wouldn't become. Bella would make sure that the self-proclaimed promise would be fulfilled. Bella wouldn't let the Rosalie loose the stars in her eyes, to be snatched away by the black darkness.

"Your stench doesn't seem to be the only barbaric characteristic. It's a shame humans tend to find your dog bond admirable." Rosalie snarled, and Bella is starting to think it was a bit selfish to ask the blonde to be here.

"As if the blonde hair isn't a turn off. You had mantain the snobbish reputation. Sorry to hand it to you but some people find it hard to do a blonde with a stick already up her —" He smirked and Bella puffed out a breath keeping her anger at bay.

"Both of you stop." He sighed.

"You know how I feel about them Bella. We can talk just not with one of them near. I...I miss you is all." Bella averted her eyes in guilt.

She could feel the blonde tense beside her, and she wondered if the cause was the soft voice he had used. Either way she knew she was being unfair to him, but before she could even shut down the hanging question Rosalie beat her to it.

"You're right," And Bella almost let a small smile break through her lips when the vampire straightened her posture — A sign of pride.

"While the dislike is mutual. I agreed to be here and I stand by my decision. There just might be a possibility that me being here isn't needed." Her lips parted slightly in shock and before she could interject a pair of golden eyes met her own.

"I should hunt now." And Bella did nothing to hide the concern watched onto her features.

"Alice will be over shortly tonight she will keep you company."

There was a small silence that passed over the three. Watching the pair intently the native did nothing to interrupt the stare the two had. He waited flinching slightly when the vampire took the brunettes hand into her own. They were close; very close and he could do nothing as the pair enveloped themselves in a hug. He could see it. The care, how gentle the vampire the was. He noticed she never hesitated. Not once cautioned herself when tint of Bella's cheeks grew darker. She was unfazed...and he closed his eyes holding his anger at bay, because he knew. He wanted to curse that their earlier suspicions were confirmed. Their voices were slightly muffled by the wind and he sighed when the blonde turned her gaze to him eyes shinning in warning.

"If you so much as harm her in anyway," He made move to object but she continued. "Verbally, emotionally. Either way I get to tuck your tail behind you ears." She glared.

He tensed but kept silent. Choosing to watch as the pair continued to speak. He could feel the reluctance when they broke the embrace. A smile was shared between them and he frowned noticing that there was disappointment shadowing their faces. Once the retreating blonde was out of his vision he relaxed, breathing out a puff of air. Bella shifted her eyes to his and he instantly tensed. The curiosity clouding her eyes did nothing to hide the bit of lingering fear.

"They're important to you. I'll keep my thoughts to myself. For now at least." He sent her an easy smile, one that widened when she relaxed mirth reflecting her eyes.

"She's...in a forest a clearing." The dark haired girl frowned in concentration.

"The tree's they are to talk for her to be in Forks. There's snow and a mountain behind her. Someone is with her a male no there's two of them. One is female a brunette. It isn't clear —"

They took mental note of the small vampires words. Soaking in the detail, monitoring her tone of voice. Her expressions as she forced her self to try and relive the vision she had received a few moments prior. There was tension that overshadowed the room, each of their shoulders risen with stress. Rosalie turned away from the group back meeting the edge of the loveseat. Mind working feverishly to process the new knowledge.

They had obtained little information on the whereabouts of the red headed vampire. From what she could peice together the woman was moving up north with two others. Victoria would never keep humans on her journey so the inferred that the male and female were of their kind. The descriptions of Alice, and the time laps of the last spotting from the wolves Rosalie was positive the vampire had passed the Canadian border. The mere thought that the woman was so far and traveling with others made her instincts run wild. She slightly hoped her intuition of the situation was wrong. If we're right she knew there was a plan formulating — One Alice could not see, that involved others. Meaning Rosalie would have to worry about more than just Victoria. Would have to worry about other vampires who were out to hurt the Bella.

Bella.

Her chest heaved and she let the strings of growls and hisses stew from her lips. She would protect her with her life. Become an armour of protection in the battlefield that would present itself. Yet the burning truth that spit acid in her mind was she couldn't take on more that one of them at a time. The truth sent a bitter wave of pain through her and she wanted nothing more than to be relieved of the engulfing pain ringing in her chest. If she failed, or even seen the slightest bit of defeat — She knew she'd have to take Bella to safety. To leave her with someone who she trusted to defend her with their lives while she erased whatever threat there was to ensure her mate's safety. The need to protect Bella would force away all want to stay— It wouldn't come to desperate measures. There was no allowing the red head to gain an even better advantage. She would force herself to stay true to herself. Keep her head instead of following the fog of rage.

"She couldn't be gathering newborns. That would bring to much attention...Unless she's drawing in help from others. Though the questions of who and if she has any allies." The crease drawn onto his forehead started guilt to pool inside her stomach.

They were still searching for Edwards location. Her family was still coping with the idea that he may not come back. He wouldn't leave for three months without assuring them that he was fine. Even when he grew tired and started feeding off of gunman criminals he had consistently made sure they knew he was in one piece. Yet they haven't heard word from him. There was something wrong, and she knew it. They all did, but he could hold himself for now. Until they were positive Bella was in no danger. Then all eyes and minds would be on him. It pained her know that he could possibly be somewhere in need of help...

"She knows Bella isn't his mate,"

Her frown deepened words still new to her own mind. Before she could stop herself a bitter snort rumbled through her chest. It made sense that the red head would attend to Edward as soon as his scent was no longer in the area. She was no longer looking to kill the human — not at the moment.

"His scent is no longer lingering in the area. She's watched us all over a period of time. From afar because she knows she wouldn't last if one of us found to her. Instead of using the house to confirm he's left the state she used Bella's home. The last time she was here his scent was everywhere in Bella's room. She isn't after Bella. She wants Edward. Wants him to kill Bella himself."

"She's a master of manipulation." Jasper muttered eyebrows drawn in thought.

"Edward would never succumb to her plans."

She wanted nothing more than to believe the comment. Yet his bloodlust for the human would be the temptation that breaks him. They couldn't rule anything out. The nervousness that edged itself inside the forced statement had spoken volumes. One where the entire family had heard ringing in their ears.

"Yet we know nothing of his whereabouts. We will not give him the benefit of the doubt his lust for her blood has grown. It's a fact that when your singers scent no longer feels familiar that need for their blood will intensify. It's been three months. Long enough for anything to be the key to trigger that need for her. If she doesn't get to him that drive will continue to grow until he resistance runs dry. We cannot rule him out."

There was a slow silence that passed over. She promised herself— taking the scene and implanting it into her memory. That the frown of devastation looming in the eyes of the coven would never be the cause of that would ultimately sever the bond between them. She would fix this. Bring back the missing piece that completed them as a whole. She would bring Edward back, while still staying true to her instincts. She wouldn't let him harm Bella, but she wouldn't let him be the reason the family was slowly falling to shambles.

It's a mystery. One that could never truly be solved. To decode the way in which humans interact with one another. Like science there are theories — contrast to math the equation is one that has been existent for centuries. It's different for everyone. Rosalie is sure of this that the surreal fact is it is dependent on who exactly it is trying to searching for the answer. The rules are very simple; Break down the person of choice how they act, find what makes them tick, their mannerisms, the weakness that they try not to exploit. Discover the tendency of how their thought process works. Provide Intel that gives you the advantage on their next move. It's very critical to try to dominate the other. Yes it seems a bit dramatic. Though what most do not tend to notice is that their is that one person that comes into your life. The one that would be able to crack your coding. Who would be able to understand what no one else can.

To the foreigner your brain and emotions would be like mere numbers smudged on the porcelain paper. It would be useless for them to try and break a code they weren't meant to — like exerting too much energy to move a force with the weight tripled of your own. In a way she understands. Why it is so important to never solve an equation meant for another. It would cause the destruction of your own mind in the process. It may seem like joy in the beginning. Finding something so hard to understand, to feel the rush of the unknown. It's exhilarating and your body works in a frenzy aching to discover the alien. She knows now.

That it's apart of the mystery. It's an unspoken law one that settles its punishment to the ones who dared defy it. It strikes it's wrath tenfold when someone is so courageous enough to try to sneak peaks of another. While consistently maintaining care enough to bring the one soul you were meant to have found in the first place. Yet still people go on lost searching to understand the human interaction. When they know that it's a mystery until the one who comes along the missing piece to the key. After years of trying to figure how to manage any information on how to interact with the humans they were forced to interact with through most days, she's positive she's done with solving the and decoding the mystery. Instead of watching the humans around her she scoffs amused that she would have never found the answer years ago.

Bella was the answer that shined through the cracks and hints. It had taken her mere seconds to notice that the brunette was the one she was supposed to understand on a level others could never. Truly fascinating that she has found the one many in past lives had never gotten to find. Her hands fiddle with the wires that she knows the burly man of the family mangled on purpose. Exchanging them with one's that would act as a replacement. Ones that would stand strong as their predecessors. When a familiar scent seeped through her nose she instantly felt relaxed, ignoring the foul smell mingling with her mate.

"Bella you're wet." The scent of the darkened cheeks invaded her nostrils.

Rosalie smiled softly when the image of the human shoving her hands inside the pockets of her jacket — bringing the dampened fabric closer to her body filled her mind. It was a habit one that didn't ever go unnoticed by the blonde; Meaning she was either nervous — or she hoped the spotlight would soon be placed on another. She heard shuffling and she continued to work through the car while maintaining the conversations her family had. There was a few minutes and she concluded that Alice had managed to convince the human into the spare clothing when the voice no longer ring in her ears. Bella had changed her course of direction and Rosalie smirked when the whine of Emmett played through the house.

"Would you call me foolish if I said that before I used to think you were incapable of attracting dirt? That you had an ability to deflect the tiny specs of germs?"

She turned around and her eyebrows shot up in mild surprise when she found that the brunette stood wearing a pair of her sweatpants, and shirt. Chest instantly filling up with warmth, mind reeling at the sight she had to avert her eyes when the emotions became to much. She had to bite back the comment of the clothing looking adorable on the human. The pants were just a bit baggy pooling at her ankles because of the height difference, and the shirt reached just a little below her waist. She fought the urge to sneak another peak when the image of Bella's slightly dampened hair invaded her mind. She could smell the blush and her gaze snapped to the brunette. There was a hesitant smile adorning her lips, and Rosalie sent her a look of confusion when understanding registered in the doe Brown eyes.

"I wouldn't dare," She smiled and her stomach twisted after receiving one of her own.

"Good."

Her hands wiped at her overalls and before she could register the footfall she heard there was a pair of arms wrapped around her torso. Oddly put off by the speed the brunette had taken her by surprise once again she let her shoulders slowly relax into the embrace letting her arms fall around the humans shoulders. She let her lips upturn into an adoring smile when she realized that Bella wasn't going to let go just yet. Letting her chin rest on soft brown hair she closed her eyes. Savoring the steady heartbeat that managed to beat so slow and still rung loudly in her ears. Breathing with the beat she felt the figure lean slightly bringing them centimeters closer.

"I would pull away but I'm still debating if I want you to tease me about the oil stain I can feel on my cheeks — Or maybe I don't want to let go of you get." Rosalie let out a soft laugh fighting the grin off as Bella tightened her grip at the sound.

"Latching yourself onto me while I'm nearly covered in the substance...I would never dream of teasing you. Not when I don't feel that I could let you go either."

Bella nodded waiting a few seconds before letting her grip on the blonde slack and taking a step backwards — with just an arms length of space between them. Rosalie smiled when her eyes caught sight of the smudge of oil staining the cheeks of the brunette. Bella gave her a blush and a frown of mock disbelief.

"You said you wouldn't tease," She muttered softly.

"I simply smiled. Amusing myself with jabs at your expense isn't my intention."

Rosalie took the clean towel and gently wiped at the small blemish. Unconsciously letting her thumb trace after the cleansing of the cloth she frowned in question when her fingers met with a small incision. Bella shook her head covering the pale hand with her own, blush returning to her cheeks.

"How do you do that?" Bella whispered lowly. Raising an eyebrow of confusion Rosalie lifted her shoulders letting them fall without care that the gesture was highly frowned upon in the times of her human years.

"I know you can smell it but you don't bat an eyelash. You're in control of yourself."

Rosalie stared gathering as much information as she could from the innocence in the brown eyes she's sure she could get lost in when in exploration. She debated on her next words searching endlessly for the answer in which she should utter the next words. If she would be able to withstand the amount of pain that would reflect and over throw the innocence she's become accustomed to, but Bella would want that. As much as she would disagree she had been slowly decoding the human and she knew Bella would want to endure it.

"I've withstood the force of the scent. The intolerance to allow myself to hurt you over powers whatever desire I have in tasting the forbidden fruit. My lack of ever feeding on human blood plays a part." The frown occurring on the features of the human makes her freeze.

"You hesitated. You don't want me to find something in your eyes. So you looked away." Rosalie raised an eyebrow at the observation cursing the truth.

"Bella. I'm not — Being a vampire that has never tasted human blood. It doesn't mean you're innocent." Bella nodded.

"Say it. I want you to tell me. What you're afraid to speak in my presence."

There was a moment of silence. Rosalie shook her head letting her hand fall to her side while taking a hesitant step back. Bella followed suit giving the blonde the needed space.

"I've killed Bella."

Bella nodded in content. Confused that while the statement should have created a fear inside her instead she felt relaxed by the confirmation to her newly found suspicion. Taking a step towards the blonde who in return took one back she sighed in frustration. Her hand shot out to stop the vampire from putting any further distance between them. Tugging the taller girl closer she put her hands on the respective sides bringing the blonde a few inches so that their eyes were close to level. Gazing up she let the pain she knew that had pooled inside her chest through her eyes. Rosalie averted stare to her right, resulting in Bella forcing her head her way.

"No. You don't get to do that. You're not a monster Rosalie. I know you don't regret killing. It was for a reason one that you knew you had to do. Don't hide from me. I don't think of you any different. You're still you." Rosalie stayed silent staring at the brunette in slight awe.

"I know who you are now. That's all that matters. What you did in the past doesn't define you. Your history is meant to be told with confidence something you tell proudly because you know it's a piece of you that's shaped out the life you have now. Relieved with pain that that only a few can understand because you hold the memory close in fear that it will somehow manifest into a form that can cause you physical harm. Told to only those who will bear the pain with you. What you did Rosalie doesn't make you a monster."

She sighed relaxing her forehead against the blonde. Letting herself dissolve in the warmth she could feel against her skin. She watched the vampire close her eyes. Her heart picked up speed and she tried to fight off the tears as the pain simmered away. Vanishing and being replaced with an all too familiar feeling — One that was now stronger, deeper than what she had intended. Swallowing the lump, she opened her eyes to find the pair of golden orbs that she noticed the first night of her birthday left was brighter than the rest. Searching for the answer she wished she had seen much sooner. The hidden pain masked behind the efforts of watching her be with someone else. Months of masked emotions pent up inside.

Her hands trembled and Rosalie frowned covering them with her own to steady. Bella forced the tears back when she decoded the meaning. She hated that she hadn't noticed sooner, she was too wrapped inside her own world to see that she was the one causing the vampire so much pain. She wanted to scream in frustration because Rosalie was showing her all the pain hurt, the emotions she felt towards the brunette without knowing. There was concern, adoration, warmth, and a look so pure Bella couldn't hold back the free falling tears. She hated herself because Rosalie shook her head quickly swiping away the water that strolled down her cheeks. She hated that Rosalie panicked because she knew she could hear the loud thumping of her drastically beating heart. She hated that she was selfish enough to want to end her own the pain. Bella hated that she had caused so much pain, because she had tried to decode someone that she was never meant to.

She loathed herself, because she had fallen for the vampire that had fought so hard to make sure that Bella didn't decode her own feelings.

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