Authors note: Hey, it's been a while since I updated this story, and I wanted to let people know that I will be continuing writing this. It's been a tough month, I lost my mum a couple of weeks ago so things haven't been great. Updates will appear, but they might be fairly random. I appreciate the support I've had so far, so thank you for that. If people have ideas or suggests, send me a message, I'm still not quite clear on what's going to be happening in this story yet :L This chapter wasn't exactly what I wanted, but I wanted to get something out. I hope it's alright! Also, I will be trying to write longer chapters when I've sorted myself out a bit more.

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As soon as Beca walked through the front door of her aunt's house, she immediately attempted to retreat to her room. The ride home with Jessica had been full of silence, their previous conversation seemingly over. Considering it was the first day of a new school year, it had been unexpectedly intense, what with the constant death glare from a certain hot blonde. Her initial plan for the evening, therefore, consisted of hiding out in her room doing as little as physically possible, working on her music. Her aunt, Laura, however, seemed to have a different idea.

"It's not that we don't want you in the house, but you need to get out and do something. Explore, hang out with your friends, I'm sure you met people at school today you can go and do things with."

Beca stared, "Yeah not really. People, not for me. I just wanna work on my music, I don't want to go and 'do something'."

Laura sighed, "At least go and do that outside somewhere, you can't just keep yourself shut in your room."

Deciding that it was probably better to stay on this woman's good side, Beca relented, "Fine, is there a park or field or something I can go sit in around here?"

The smile that appeared on Laura's face was worth it. Despite not really knowing her aunt very well, she was still family, and she had taken her in when Beca needed her. That was something Beca would do her best to repay one day.

After being instructed on how to get to a quite park not that far away, Beca gathered her things and set foot outside the house willingly for the first time since she arrived.

Thankfully the walk wasn't long, and the directions were easy enough to follow. The park itself wasn't really a 'park', it was more of a few benches and tables dotted around a relatively large clearing in the woods. It wasn't far from the roads, so there were no serious creepy vibes going on, and it was actually pretty nice.

Beca set up her laptop on one of the nearby tables, plugged in her headphones and placed them over her ears. The track was coming along nicely, the instrumental components were finished, it just needed lyrics and it would be good to go.

Lost in her own world, Beca hummed along to the track, sounding out the melody.

"I won't let you down, I will not give you up, gotta have some faith in the sound…" She trailed off, thinking of all the times her mom would tell her to have faith in the sounds she was creating, in the music she was writing. Her mom was her biggest supporter, her biggest fan, and whenever she got frustrated or things weren't working like she thought they would, her mom would be there to help her sort it out. They were a dream team, singing duets at random, improvising lyrics, they even had their own go-to song.

Beca paused the track after writing down her ideas. It had been too long since she'd heard their song. Glancing around, deeming she was still alone, Beca pulled up a recording. It was a present for her mom's last birthday, her and Beca singing their song. Her eyes welled up with tears as she listened to their harmonising voices. Memories flooded back and the tears fell faster. Times when they would just sit and watch their favourite films, weekend vacations to the coast, concerts they'd go to for a sing-a-long.

The music had long since stopped by the time Beca calmed down, but the numb feeling that accompanied the break down lingered. Not feeling like packing up just yet, she closed her laptop, rested her head on her arms, and closed her eyes.

Rosalie didn't know what to think, do, or say after Carlisle's revelation. The idea that she found her mate had initially filled her with a warmth she hadn't felt since she was human, before the blinding panic took over. Her mate was human. A weak, short-lived human. She'd given Edward enough grief over getting involved with Bella and now she was destined to be with one. Talk about irony.

Without another word, she left Carlisle's office and headed straight out the front door. With a simple, "I need space," muttered, she ran off into the woods.

After the traumatic ending of her life, Rosalie never thought she would meet someone she would want to be with. The thought of finding someone that she would feel an inescapable pull towards was something she was keen to avoid. The fact that she had now found that person, and she was a she, was not what she expected upon moving back to Forks. I knew I should have suggested somewhere else, she thought as her legs took her in a random direction.

Without warning, her legs stopped moving, her head snapped to the left and her nostrils flared. There was that smell. What's it doing out here? She frowned at that idea that her supposed mate would be careless enough to go wondering through the woods, and by the smell of it, alone. Great, not only is she human, but she's an idiot as well. With a sigh, Rosalie took off at a slower pace, headed towards the smell. As she approached, she made sure to stay hidden in the shadows, no need for her to think I'm a creep as well as a bitch.

The sight that greeted her was not what she expected. There were a few clearings in the woods, and the one she found the girl in was one that wasn't often frequented. Glancing around, she found she had been correct in thinking she was alone, but she didn't anticipate finding the girl resting at one of the benches, the steady rise and fall of her shoulders indicating she was sleeping.

The unfamiliar warmth that Rosalie was introduced to earlier flooded back at the sight, the girl looked so young and small, and the protective urge of a newly mated vampire emerged with a vengeance. It caught Rosalie off guard, earlier in the day all she felt was confusion and slight distain towards the human for causing the confusion, and now all she wanted to was hide her away so she would be safe. The fact that she could see tear tracks along her cheeks was definitely not helping that urge.

Why was she crying? She'd known the girl for a day, and the only words she'd spoken to her weren't exactly the nicest, so of course she knew next to nothing about her. Rosalie knew that the curiosity she was feeling right now was down the mating bond, and she struggled with the unavoidability of it. She knew that the attraction to the girls scent was also due to this, and the thought made her slightly anxious.

She knew that fighting the bond would be nearly impossible, but the idea that she was going to be forced to want to get to know, become close with, someone she hadn't consciously chosen herself wasn't pleasant. I want a choice.

The human mumbled in her sleep, before jolting awake, wild eyes unseeing as they stared forwards. From Rosalie's position to the left, she could see the girls eyes glistening with new tears. Bad dream, she thought as she watched her mate shake her head slightly, wipe her eyes and take a deep breathe.

"Come on Beca, you've gotta be stronger than this." The girl said to herself, before rising from the bench. So her name's Beca, how didn't I catch that at school? For all their good hearing, apparently vampires could be quite selective when it came to teenage gossip.

Realising that she had been watching her for way too long already, and seeing her packing up to leave, Rosalie inhaled the scent one last time, before turning and silently heading back home. I have no clue how to handle this.