Carrying my soulmate in my arms, I walked into the Cullen home, forgetting any of my manners, especially when my mate looked so frail and ill. I didn't give any of them time to argue with me before whisking my girl away.

Sitting here on the couch, I sat beside her as I cupped her face in my hands and my eyes filled with venom. "Oh god, what have I done?" I sobbed as Rose gave me a weak smile as her hands held onto mine. "I didn't know. I promise I didn't."

Pressing kisses into her hand, I continued to grovel for forgiveness as I noticed the gray color was beginning to seep out of her skin the longer I was holding her. It was like her soul was starting to heal after everything I had put it through.

"Geneviève," A familiar voice calls behind me. Still, I don't turn around to acknowledge my Coven, not when my priority was sitting in front of my eyeing my bright red ruby eyes with concern.

I had to make things right.

I would follow Rosalie to the ends of this earth and grovel at her feet if she wished for it.

"What happened? Alice tried to pinpoint her, but she couldn't. We thought she might have been-" Esme began until Rosalie let out a slight hiccup, and I knew what she thought had happened.

I felt even worse now, knowing that my love believed me to be dead.

Their footsteps trailed away, but it was more of a formality than anything in a house filled with vampires. Privacy was non-existent when you could hear everything, especially in Edward's case.

"We had no idea what happened. We found her on the edge of our property covered in blood," Juliette explained with a motherly tone that rivaled Esme's. I had a feeling that the two matriarchs were going to get along amazingly.

"Yes, it appears that the accidental rejection of their bond had two opposite effects on them," Henry mused as I continued to watch over Rosalie. "It seems whereas Rosalie began to emaciate, Geneviève's hunger grew to a level that was uncontrollable."

My eyes lowered from my mates. I knew she never had drunk nor wanted to drink from a human, and yet here was the person, the other half of her soul, gorging themselves on the blood of innocent beings.

"It's okay," she whispered to me gently as she began to pull her towards me. Her strength seemed to be returning, as is the golden hue to her hair. If I breathed, I might have let out a sigh of relief seeing the smile on her lips, the small beauty mark shifting as her mouth turned up.

"I still hurt you" my french accent came out thicker with the more grief I felt. "I burned you, Mon amour. I won't forgive myself for that." Rosalie tried to argue with me, but I shook my head defiantly. "You don't understand. My 'gift' has a way of hurting or taking away everything thing that I love".

My soulmate took my hands into hers as she looked into my eyes with the sincerest gaze I had ever seen on her. "Then help me to understand more" I know I told her the basics of my human life, but I've never gotten into the details of what happened during the start of my vampire life.

"I don't think I can," I whimpered, my voice sounding unlike what it usually does. The fearful tone taking over the usual confident lull, it was somewhat childlike, and the sorrow in Rosalie's eyes told me she disliked the tone.

"Why not?" The blonde begged as the voices from the others began to simmer down. I knew they were listening to us. Obviously, my Coven was keeping a watchful eye on me, as were the Cullen's.

My mouth turned down, knowing that even with my fears out in the open, Rosalie would still push me to tell her the traumas that led me to this kind of lifestyle. After all, she told me the one thing that still haunts her to this day with the knowledge that I would never judge her.

"You'll hate me."

I noticed the twitch in her jaw at the mere thought of being able to hate me. It was entirely impossible to hate your soulmate; I knew that, but the fear was always there.

"Never. I could never hate you, my love" the softness of her hands stroking my cheek did little to stop the hatred for myself growing in my heart. The obsessive ruminations of knowing how I destroyed my family and any future generations that were planned in the stars.

Sniffing the venom tears away, I turned my head away from my soulmate to see the leader of my Coven and 'father figure' watching me from the doorway with a sad expression, he nodded at me once, and I knew it was time.

Taking Rosalie's hands, I pulled her up off the couch and led her into another room where both covens sat in respectful silence, seemingly now calm that Rosalie was looking more like herself.

Rubbing my hands together, I waited until my love had sat down in between her sisters before I began to think how to start. Edward's eyes squinted at me as if he was already running through my thoughts and figuring out what was about to happen next.

"You can't blame yourself for that," His voice called out in the silent room as I clenched my jaw, not in anger but in need of keeping myself calm. Technically it wasn't my fault. I didn't ask to become a vampire, nor did I want to brutally murder my entire family, but it still happened.

Golden colored eyes all moved towards the telepath as his face showed noticing but remorse and sympathy towards me. It was times like these when I hated having my mind read "sorry" he grimaced, but I guessed it was hard for him not to hear everything.

Maybe he couldn't control it, just like I couldn't control my 'gift.' Edward's nod and small relieved smile made me realize that I probably wasn't far off the truth.

"Mon ange?" Henry's voice pulled me back into the room as I gazed at all the eager faces staring back at me. "It's okay, we're here for you" he gave me a meaningful expression as he and The Cullen's all made eye contact, "all of us."

"I told you my family was murdered," I whispered, barely glancing at the woman I had come to love, "and I didn't lie, but I also didn't fully explain the truth" Rose's eyebrows pulled downwards as she listened in confusion.

"After I was bit, I had no idea what had happened to me. I know now that I was transitioning, and it felt like I was burning alive, which I guess was thanks to this" I huff a laugh as fire slowly danced from my fingers.

"No one was there when I woke up."

Esme gasped as Carlisle watched me, his face showing a troubled expression "The vampire who you were turned by abandoned you during the transition?" Rosalie's hands clenched as Alice delicately placed hers over them. Maybe she had seen this coming too?

"I guess so. After I awoke, I was so confused, but all I could think about was how much trouble I was going to be in with my parents" I let out another short laugh "when I got home and pushed open the door, all I could smell was them, my family had no chance."

It suddenly dawned on them all. "Then afterward I remembered what happened," my lips curled in disgust, "it was the towns peoples' fault, they caused my death. They killed me. I felt so angry that my blood began to boil".

My chin wobbled in despair "ma mère et mon père, my brothers, my poor baby sister. All gone because some humans-" I seethed as the room began to heat up, the candles in the room raised as my emotions faltered.

I could see the worried looks on the faces of my Coven as my control wavered again until I felt a soft hand on mine. Learning from my mistake, I quickly turned to see my love close to me and reigned myself in as best I could.

Glancing into her eyes, I thought of nothing but her. Her laugh, smile, even the jealous look she could get whenever she thought about someone else getting close to me. The blonde vampire anchored me to the earth, and I would forever be grateful to have her at my side.

"It is not your fault, no more than anything we've ever done," She expressed as her Coven solemnly nodded their heads, I knew nothing of their human lives, but with time I probably would.

"Do you still love me?" I asked, avoiding the eyes of all the other vampires in the room as my love took me into her arms, wrapping me up in the embrace that I had desperately been seeing for the last 70 years.

"Always."