Toxic Rose

by wellthizizdeprezzing

Human AU. Knowing Rosalie Hale can have toxic side effects, so be careful Bella. (Undergoing edits)

17. Chapter 17

Toxic Rose Chapter Fifteen: I did it for Alice/ The big Reveal

A/N: Let's address Rosalie's psychological issues, because although I do mention how she went to therapy and such in the past, it's never fully explained what she has and listing the disorders might make it easier to understand her actions. Rosalie has many that interfere with her day to day life, making it hard for her to function normally, not that she doesn't want to be normal. She has about four to six major issues that can be categorized by the DSM, which is a manual psychologists use to diagnose their patients. Firstly, she is a high functioning sociopath. (Probably the first guess everyone has regarding her actions.) She does not exhibit all the symptoms associated with this diagnosis as she was forced to become one due to her unfortunate childhood circumstances. She will act impulsively, has a lack of regard for her own safety or for the safety of others and has little to no conscience, yet can integrate with society. With therapy, she has begun to reclaim her morality and can understand that her actions are wrong and affect others, but it requires a great deal of constraint and reflection from her, and if she does not feel like restraining herself, than chaos will reign.

On top of that she has Borderline Personality Disorder, which leads to unstable moods and impaired social relationships and feelings of worthlessness. PTSD also affects her, but thanks to therapy it is not as bad. She rarely has night terrors anymore but there are instances where certain things can trigger panic in her and flashbacks. (Ex. The time she hits Bella in the car and the blood forces memories to come back to her, or when she went shopping with Alice and attacked those men who were threatening her.) She has delusions of persecution, which have mainly been cured by now, but they existed because she was afraid her past would come back and haunt her. (Aka, the reason she pushed Billy Black into traffic, as she thought he was the man from her past.) And lastly she has Intermittent Explosive Disorder which is categorized as explosive anger and violence triggered by inconsequential events. (Think back to when Rosalie and Edward went shopping for food and she just erupted on him.) This is the full list of her illnesses for now, and if I feel there is one I missed I will include it in the later chapters. Bella also has some issues of her own, which I will include in a later chapter as well. Nothing as severe as Rosalie.

On a side note, this chapter will be entirely in Rosalie's perspective because it is a recollection from the start of the series and how Rosalie perceived everything that had happened.

(Whew, I think this was my longest Author's note ever. Hope I didn't flood you guys with too much information.)

When Rosalie first saw Isabella Swan, she was struck by how much the girl resembled her dead friend Marie. The same brown doe eyes, the same brown hair and the same heart shaped face. The girl had walked hesitantly into the school cafeteria, thumbing her shoulder bag in uncertainty as she tried to scope out a quiet place to sit by herself. But the school had been rife with gossip about the girl, and who exactly she was, so it was no surprise when she was snagged by the school rumor mill Jessica to sit with her crew.

Rosalie had decided to ignore the brunette subsequently after seeing her for the first time. There was no point in letting ghosts from her past haunt her. But no matter how she pushed the image of the new girl out of her head, she couldn't stop thinking about her. She wondered if she liked the same food as Marie, if she liked the same colors, if they talked the same, had the same dreams. She couldn't resist from glancing at the girl and was surprised to notice the girl was staring at her, long enough for it to be considered rude. Scowling in her direction, she saw Bella make an 'I've been caught' face and turn away. Apparently one scowl from Rosalie wasn't enough to deter the girl and she kept up at it during the duration of the lunch period, successfully pissing the blonde off. Rosalie only wanted to have peace during her lunch period, to forget her past, but now this cheap imitation of Marie was trying to ruin everything for her. Rosalie's head throbbed with the burden of her past trauma and she sucked in a deep breath through her teeth. She had to get the girl to stop looking at her, or else she was going to lose it. Luckily for her, the two of them had class together after lunch and Rosalie took her opportunity there. She tripped the girl as she walked past her desk, muttered in her ear a warning to stop the staring and then went by her day normally. Unfortunately, that girl had to be either hard of hearing or stupid, because she had ignored Rosalie's warning.

So Rosalie had done the only sensible thing and threatened Bella with a knife. If verbal threats didn't work than perhaps physical violence would. But Alice had come along and ruined everything, as usual. Rosalie couldn't bear to talk with Alice for more than a few minutes, so when the girl had dug in her heels and insisted on saving Bella, Rosalie had left, unable to talk to the girl without a lump forming in her throat. It had been several months since their break up, but still she wasn't over it, her heart in pieces. She hadn't known how desperately she needed to be loved until she had had it and then it had slipped through her fingers.

Rosalie didn't go back to class after this, hiding in the janitors closet and trying to control her emotions before she raged out of control and used the blade on someone innocent.

As the days passed, Bella got more used to the appearance and presence of the Cullen's at school. That meant her staring had gone down, but not enough. Rosalie could still feel her gaze following her and it pissed her off to no extent. It was like Marie's ghost had reincarnated and taken over this girls body in order to haunt her for what she had done. Rosalie felt her anger grow, but was unable to do anything about it, because Alice was annoyingly hanging out with the brown haired girl every chance she got, no doubt in an effort to save the girl from Rosalie's bully like ways. Alice saw herself as a savior and was no doubt not going to let a repeat of what Rosalie had done in the past happen to Bella. But that was fine. Alice couldn't always be by Bella's side and Rosalie could play the vigilant part quite well. In fact, it could be like a game. Alice would protect Bella and Rosalie would play the villain who would try to get her.

Rosalie didn't really hate the girl at all, it was just that her being here brought too much pain for her that she couldn't deal with; it opened up too many old wounds and so Rosalie was adamant about getting the girl out of this school when the chance arose.

And a chance did arise, but not the one Rosalie had expected. It was Halloween night and Alice had thrown one of her extravagant parties again. The type that out of state people came to. Rosalie wasn't feeling particularly excited about them. Attending it meant having to be in a room with Alice for more than a lunch period, and having to talk and pretend to be okay when she still wasn't. Lunch was much easier. All she had to do was sit there, eating her food and paying half hearted attention to the conversations between her adoptive siblings. She didn't have to even talk to them. But what was going to make the party worse was that Bella was going to be there. The Bella that still haunted here, and who she had not gotten any closer to kicking out of the school. The one time she had caught her alone in the library, her own conversation with her had caught her off guard and confused her.

"Why would they want to hit on you? You're ugly." Rosalie's cold steely voice immediately froze Bella and the girl fumbled with her phone, fear evident in her voice as she asked, "Angela?", slowly turning her head around. There, sitting next to her, was Rosalie, smirking an evil grin. "I'd like it if you'd stop referring to me by that bitches name."

Bella had been flabbergasted momentarily by the blonde's appearance but Rosalie had been all too delighted to catch the brunette by herself. Now the real fun could begin. Relishing in the feel of the Swiss knife in her pocket, she wondered what she could cut first. Her hair? Girl's hate it when their hair is ruined. She thought.

"I uh, I uh," Bella stammered as she sat up so that she was facing Rosalie now.

"Man, it's been so hard to catch you in between classes now, with Alice always with you. She won't let me talk to you cause she thinks I'll scare you again," Rosalie stated and looked at the nails on her right hand. They were red, always a red color ever since Alice had picked that color for her. "But I don't scare you, do I?" At this Rosalie grasped Bella's chin roughly with her left hand and brought the brunette's face closer to her own. She gazed intently into Bella's eyes as the brown haired girl tried to swallow. Why was she bringing her face so close to the brunettes? Up this close she could see that the girl really didn't resembled Marie too closely at all. It was all in how she presented herself. Whereas Marie had presented herself as tough and important, Bella was spineless, soft and weak.

"No.." Bella at last let out, when she realized the Cullen was waiting for an answer from her.

"Good," Rosalie said letting go of Bella's face, leaving crescent marks where her nails had dug in."Anyways, I've noticed you haven't been staring at us anymore. You don't find us as attractive any longer? Too busy playing with some ugly boys hearts?" Rosalie didn't know why she had asked this. It was a good thing that Bella wasn't staring anymore; it put Rosalie at an ease, or so she thought. But for some reason the girl not bothering to spend as much time gawking at her as she used to pissed her off. Was it because she had less of a reason to bully her now?

"No, I wouldn't..." Bella breathed out only to have Rosalie scoff.

"Am I not pretty enough to stare at any longer?"

"What? I never-" Bella looked appalled.

"Sure," Rosalie sneered and inched forward towards Bella, her expression mean. "Is my hair not luscious enough, my lips not full enough, my eyes not dazzlingly enough, my body not good enough for you?" At each mention Rosalie got closer and closer to the brunette who sank lower and lower into her bean bag chair, eyes wide in fear and confusion. God, why was she getting so close to the brunette? She couldn't understand herself at all.

And when she had at last left the library, interrupted by Bella's annoying friend Angela, she wondered how close she would have gotten to the girl if no one had stopped her. She shuddered to think how close their lips were.

Suffice to say Rosalie had been confused by that exchange. Was she going soft because of the history between her and Marie? They had liked each other, perhaps even loved each other in a sick twisted way, now that Rosalie understood what love was. But their tale had come to an end, that left Rosalie broken and Marie dead. The conditions for their budding feelings had been cruel and uncaring, and so nothing had come of it. Was Rosalie now recalling those feelings for which she had held for Marie and projecting them on Bella? Was she replacing the dead girl with the living carbon copy of her?

Rosalie felt her heart revolt at being forced to deal with new emotions when it was still raw and bleeding from the last heartbreak. Yet, things happened that only forced Rosalie into that direction. During the duration of the party, Bella had drunkenly revealed that she was gay, which none of the Cullen's were bothered by. Being gay seemed like an inconsequential thing compared to what they had suffered through in childhood. But for Bella it had been devastating, as the family found out the next day when they had to console her through it. Rosalie wasn't going to do anything about Bella's big reveal, that is until she stumbled upon Alice and Jasper Halloween night.

It was during the early hours of the morning, just two or three am. Rosalie couldn't tell exactly when as she was sufficiently drunk. She had wanted to ask Alice something, and left the still raging party and went upstairs to find the girl, knocking on her door only to find it unlocked. She opened the door and immediately froze, her hand on the knob. There inside were Alice and Jasper, involved in intense love making, naked backs facing her. Rosalie had instantly fled, the urge to destroy something coursing through her veins like a drug. Her eyes burned with the image she had seen and she wanted to rip out her eyes, disinfect her mind.

So she trashed a guest room on this floor. She ripped the pictures from the walls, broke the shelves, destroyed the bed sheets and at last collapsed on the floor and cried, her rage spent and leaving her cold. Emmett had been right. He had been right all along and she had been a fool to not listen to him. She sobbed until it was all out of her system, until she had no more tears to spend and then decided to freshen up, her makeup having streamed down her face.

She felt numb inside, lost and broken. What was she going to do now? It was currently early in the morning and the party had died down. She decided to leave the room for some more alcohol. Fuck it, she was going to get drunk. The liquor in her body had already faded away somewhat and she wanted to drink until she would feel nothingness even more. Getting shit faced drunk sounded like a very appealing idea.

During her emotional break down the party had ended. People had either left or slept over at the house, leaving it a mess. Not that she cared. She wouldn't be the one cleaning it up. On her way to the downstairs she met Bella who was coming up the stairs. It seemed the girl had stayed over and she looked very disoriented, probably recovering from a hangover. She was wrapped only in a towel and Rosalie had to hold back a smirk. The girl definitely had had to have a rough night. The girl saw Rosalie coming down the hall and promptly turned, afraid of her, but Rosalie called out to her and the girl stopped moving away. And before she even knew it, Rosalie had ripped the towel off of the nude girl and directed her into the bathroom of her own room, a half baked plan forming in her head. As the girl showered Rosalie quietly seethed.

Alice had not only broken her heart but she was doing it with Jasper. Rosalie's own brother. The injustice of it all burned in her veins. Rosalie was going to get her back and what better way than to exact revenge on Alice's close friend, Bella. And since she was gay, it would make what Rosalie was about to do so much easier. With that mindset she had entered the bathroom.

But once there, things hadn't gone as planned. She had branded the girl with her plastic fangs from her Halloween costume, to remind her who was torturing her. Rosalie had only meant to bruise the girl; to bang her up in the shower. Seeing her naked form, huddled in the shower so pathetic and weak stirred something in her that she couldn't understand. Bella's flesh became irresistible to her and she wanted to comfort the girl, to touch her. So she had caressed the brunette. Still that wasn't enough and the combination of alcohol and the weird emotion running through her body demanded her to be touched as well. Before she knew it, she had clambered into the tub with the girl and was forcing her to reciprocate. Rosalie had enjoyed the brunette's clumsy attempts, and who knows how far she would have gone if Alice hadn't shown up. Seeing the pixie after witnessing her outright betrayal, despite the smaller girl not knowing she had betrayed her or that the blonde had seen, had left Rosalie strangely numb. She didn't know how to react to the pixie anymore. Yes, they had been broken up for months, and yes, Rosalie had pushed away the pixies attempts to mend their relationship and Rosalie knew that Alice would eventually move onto Jasper. But seeing it had finally cemented the fact and she didn't know what the appropriate response to this was. Did she treat Alice like she treated everyone else? Like trash?

No. A huge chunk of her was still set on threatening Bella and hurting her in hopes of hurting Alice like she had hurt Rosalie. And so with that goal in mind Rosalie made her plans. She would go out of her way to pick on Bella and if that meant she had to get creative to do it and dedicate her time to it, so be it.

Rosalie spent her time ignoring and avoiding Alice and Jasper who didn't seem to notice her actions were off. They were too wrapped up in their own world and Rosalie could see it now. The way they talked to each other, the way they moved around each other; even though they didn't exchange kisses or so much as touch in public it was obvious. Rosalie and Alice had acted the same way. How could the blonde have been so blind to it before? She wanted to feel anger at this, or sadness, something, just something. All she felt was emptiness and she knew the only way she could feel something was to hurt Bella. She couldn't-wouldn't and refused to hurt her brother. He was innocent. He hadn't known better than to get involved with Alice. He was misguided and blinded by her whims and her delicate mannerisms and the way she poured so much concern over someone when in reality she was just self serving and satisfying her own desires. She held the twisted need to help others; to nurse them back to an acceptable societal state. She was no better than Carlisle and Esme with their desire to mend broken people who should best be left in the dirty ditches they came from.

Rosalie had in fact tried to warn Jasper about Alice but the boy had remained oblivious to her vices.

"I don't see how she could be bad for me. She helped me a lot with escaping my past. I love spending time with her and she does with me." The blonde haired boy had said softly, unsure as to why Rosalie was so vehement with slandering Alice and trying to pry their newly formed relationship apart.

"I'm sure she loves spending time spreading her legs for you," Rosalie had sneered, not caring how she insulted Alice. The girl was the very garbage she tried to fix. "I'm warning you as your sister and as someone who really cares about you. Trust me. I thought Alice was good for me too, and then I found out her true side and I got away from her as soon as possible."

"You guys had a huge fight was all. That's why you feel like this now."

"No!" Rosalie all but screamed out, making the blonde flinch back. "I was blind like you! Emmett and Edward told me the same things back when I was close to her, and I refused to believe it like the idiot I was. But now that I don't have her toxic hold on me I see clearly what she is. And she is a self serving bitch who gets a kick out of picking up the broken pieces of someone, healing them and then leaving them behind for a new toy. And she's gone through all of us. The only one she hasn't got to is you." Rosalie pointed a finger at Jasper's chest and he frowned. "I understand you're upset because of your fight-"

"Oh my gosh! You don't understand anything!" Rosalie threw up her hands in exasperation. "I keep trying to tell you this isn't a personal thing!"

"You had a melt down, Rosalie." This calmed Rosalie down a bit, stopping her rant, and she bit the inside of her lip in deep shame and guilt as memories of her behavior came back to her. After she and Alice had broken up, Rosalie had gone on a full blown rampage. She had blacked out for most of it, but when she came too she had been chained up to the house radiator, bruises on her face and head woozy. Emmett was standing guard over her, blood on his knuckles and Edward was on the phone on the other side of the room, grimly shaking his head and talking to Carlisle.

"What's going on?" Rosalie had asked, her mouth moving in all the wrong ways; her head throbbed and so did her ribs. What had happened? She remembered being so mad that she needed to destroy something. She had last had a conversation with Alice and then calmly walked into the garage, gotten the crowbar and smashed the nearest thing to her, which was Emmett's Jeep. From there she had gone into the house and she had blanked out.

"Rosalie, you don't remember?" Emmett asked softly, his eyes sad and pitying her.

"No shit I don't remember," she groaned, sniffling. She could feel blood dripping from her nose.

Emmett sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "You went on a rampage with a crowbar."

"I recall that much. What happened after I destroyed your car?"

"You went after the TV's, the vases, the walls. Anything you could hit, you hit."

Rosalie briefly closed her eyes. Fuck it. How could she had let her control slip like that? She hadn't had such a savage outbreak since her early days. Would she go back to the mental hospital? No, she knew why she slipped up and it wasn't her fault.

"Alice," she muttered out and Emmett mistook it for concern. "You almost got her, Rosalie. If I hadn't stopped you, Alice would have had broken bones instead of the bruises you gave her."

"Alice," Rosalie growled out, feeling black anger swirl in her. How dare that girl say she didn't love her anymore? What did she mean that her feelings had gone and that it was time to move on? Hadn't she loved her? Hadn't she? You couldn't just get rid of love like that! You couldn't!

How was Rosalie going to live with out her now? If she couldn't live with her, then she'd kill her, her brain had decided and Rosalie was slowly slipping into the previous mindset that had caused her to rampage.

She strained against the restraints, her legs kicking out wildly and catching Emmett in the shin, who was not expecting a revival of Rosalie's fury. "Fuck that fucking whore! I'll fucking kill her. Kill her I swear!" Rosalie thrashed like a madwoman, the tendons in her neck standing out as she rubbed her wrists raw against the handcuffs. Seeing this was fruitless she let out screams of fury, incapable of hearing Emmett's words which were meant to soothe her. There was a white noise in her ears that didn't lessen, only increasing as her fury darkened her vision. "Let me go!" she snarled, spittle flying from her lips. "I'll fucking kill everyone if you don't let me go now!" She began to bang her head into the radiator, and Edward finally got off the phone to approach Emmett's side and stare down at her in concern.

"Carlisle says he's on his way home right now. What do we do now?"

"Should we taser her?" Emmett asked. "I don't want to have to knock her out again with my hands."

"At this rate, she'll knock herself out," Edward laughed darkly, hands on hips as Rosalie continued with her tantrum.

"Shit, what could have triggered her? She's never been this bad before," Emmett rubbed his hands over his face tiredly as Rosalie spat out more death threats, ranging from killing all of Emmett's video game characters to ravaging the whole town with fire.

"She talked to Alice last before this happened. Should we ask Alice what happened?"

"No," Emmett darkly chuckled. "If it' s Alice then I already know what the conversation was about. I warned Rosalie. She didn't listen."

Edward was quiet a moment. "Oh, that's what happened. Poor Rosalie, falling victim to Alice like that. There was nothing we could do about it. Alice always gets her way."

"Yea, and thanks to Alice always getting her way, now we have to deal with this," Emmett gestured down at Rosalie.

"I'm gonna go check up on Jasper and Alice to see if their fine," Edward said. "I can't stand her screaming anymore. I trust you got this?" Edward clasped Emmett's built shoulder and the boy grimaced. "Yea, I'm used to this shit. I had to go through all you guys and your fucking problems anyways."

Edward left the room with a nod of his head. Closing the door behind him, Rosalie's screams where muffled and he was able to let out a sigh of relief. He couldn't stand her agonized screams. It sounded like she had been possessed by something and that it was ripping her heart out. But no, Alice had ripped her heart out, just like she had ripped his and Emmett's out.

Edward found the girl on the other side of the house, Jasper by her side, rubbing her shoulder gently as she looked out the giant glass windows and held a bag of ice to her bruised face. Her left eye was swollen and she had been hit with the crowbar to her leg before getting thrown down to the floor, but other than that she had no serious injuries.

"Alice," Edward said softly, afraid to startle her. She jumped anyways, her eyes scared and wild.

"How is Rosalie?" she asked and he twisted his face. "Still screaming for your blood, I'm afraid."

Alice's eyes teared up at this. "Why does she hate me? What did I deserve to do this?" She began to sob and Jasper rubbed her back as she bent over, hot tears falling into her lap. Edward found it hard not to pity the girl. She seemed to not be aware of what she was doing. Even when she had done the same to him and Emmett, she had shown no understanding why they were mad at her. She was sad, yes, but only sad because they were mad at her.

Edward sighed and shook his head. Alice should have foreseen this happening. This was Rosalie they were talking about. The girl was as unpredictable as a Fork's weather forecast. Without saying what he really had on his mind, Edward left, deciding it was better to leave Alice with her next victim, Jasper, to comfort her. What would the girl do once she had slept with all her adoptive siblings? Edward shuddered to think of the results. Perhaps she'd sleep with the parents?

"Don't change the topic," Rosalie hissed, coming out from her painful flashback. Her heart thumped painfully in her chest and she could feel the edges of her vision going black. Due to her outburst she had been confined to her room for weeks with therapists being her only visitors, along with Carlisle. They tried to talk her through the pain she was feeling. But she remained tight lipped about it all, with no progress being made. Rosalie refused to hurt her pride in front of old white men by emptying the contents of her heart to them. She felt they wouldn't understand. They clearly had no real concept of what love was. When no progress had been made and Carlisle saw that Rosalie had calmed down and not made any attempts to escape or continue her quest of killing Alice, she had been let go. After weeks of being contained in a room she was free and it felt strange because outside her room lay the cause of all her pain. She was wary as to approach the pixie and it was funny that now instead of Alice being scared it was Rosalie who was. The blonde had no idea how she would react to seeing her. She had gotten her answer pretty quickly afterwards when she saw Alice and it felt like her heart was being torn apart again. The pixie had a hesitant smile on her lips and the bruises that Rosalie had gave her had faded away.

"Rosalie," she said. Softly. Gently. Regarding her like a wild creature. This look hurt Rosalie the most. Alice had never looked at her like that. Other people yes; but Alice never. And now she was. Rosalie felt a lump form in her throat. Her eyes watered dangerously. But she wouldn't let Alice see her cry. She wouldn't give her the satisfaction of that. The last she had cried was on Marie's death.

She sucked in a deep breath and threw up the walls on her emotions that was used to carrying. She had let Alice in and devastating pain had been the result. Now she was gong to be guarded. Alice sensed the change in demeanor in Rosalie and her smile wavered. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry." Her apology was sincere and it almost forced Rosalie to break down her walls again but she gritted her teeth and took up a nonchalant pose, examining the fingers on her hand as if they were the most important thing in the world right now. "What for?" she asked. Alice's eyes widened at this, as if the words dug into her heart.

"For hurting you," she whispered, her voice shaky.

Rosalie scoffed. "Hah. Last time I checked you were the one on the floor, bruised and hurting. So don't tell me that I was the one hurt." Rosalie felt viciousness swirl in her chest and it felt good to hurt the pixie the way she had hurt her.

"I'm sorry, then. For assuming," Alice looked down at her hands, her voice broken. Rosalie had to fight the urge to run up and hold her. They weren't dating anymore. Alice didn't love her.

"If that's all you had to say to me, then this conversation is done. And don't expect me to talk to you after this. I no longer have anything of importance I want to share with you." Rosalie brushed past Alice, bumping shoulders with her. Rosalie was determined to get through this heart break. She was tough. She had survived living in a hell hole for years, why not a broken heart?

Ignoring Alice was harder said than done. The girl would flit around in the house, her presence nearly impossible to ignore. She had a way of lighting up any room she came into. Her laugh demanded attention and she would pester Rosalie in whatever the task the blonde was doing, often forcing the blonde to answer her out of irritation.

Rosalie had been working on Emmett's car ( she was repairing it for him after she had smashed it to bits) when Alice had arrived with a tray of refreshments. Rosalie had been working all day and was near completion of the last repairs.

"Good evening, Rosalie," Alice had cheered and Rosalie let out an annoyed grunt. There went her peace and here came the pain in her heart that made it hard to breathe.

"Would you like some juice?" Alice asked, holding out a glass of lemon juice with one hand, the tray in her other. "I made it myself."

"I'll pass," Rosalie said. "I'm not thirsty." Truth was, a nice glass sounded good about now, but she would be damned if she admitted it to Alice. The girl was persistent. "Are you sure?"

Rosalie was not in the mood for Alice's persuasiveness and smacked the glass out of the girl's hand. It shattered to bits on the garage floor, juice spilling everywhere. "I said I don't want any," Rosalie hissed, turning back to her work. There was brief flash of pain in Alice's eyes before she simply shrugged. "I'll get a rag and clean it up. Here's another glass on the tray if you want it." The girl skipped off after setting down the tray and Rosalie let out a sigh of relief, feeling the heaviness on her body lift with the other girl's departure. Lately it had been harder to hurt the other girl's feelings. She had gotten used to Rosalie's blatant distaste of her and the blonde needed to find another way to make the pixie suffer. But how? She didn't want to take it out on any of her siblings. A friend of Alice's perhaps? But which one? She had many, but didn't seem particularly close to them. She rarely brought them over, or went over to their houses.

A problem to contemplate over, Rosalie determined. And one she would quickly fix. And the way she set about correcting it was to subsequently bully and beat up as many of Alice's friends as she could get her hands on. This went on for a while before Alice noticed and decided to take drastic action against it. Alice was clearly upset at this and declared that Rosalie was purposely hurting her friends.

"Hurting your friends? Now why would I do that?" Rosalie scoffed as she dropped the girl she had been punching to the ground. She lay on the floor, sniveling and hurting, tears streaming from her eyes.

"Because you are. That's the truth! You can't hurt me, so you're hurting people related to me, in order to bring me pain." Alice looked livid, and certainly sounded it. Her small hands were balled into fists and she stormed towards Rosalie, hoping to intimidate the blonde into backing against the brick wall of the alley they were in.

"Not everything I do is related to you. The world doesn't revolve around you." Rosalie rolled her eyes. "I'm beating them up because I can."

"That's bullshit and we both know it," Alice snarled as she glared up at Rosalie, the front of her chest touching the blonde and Rosalie could feel it heaving up and down in anger. Rosalie chuckled. "If I really wanted to hurt you, we both know I would already have." Lowering her face to whisper in the pixie's ear the blonde said, "you'd have been in a hospital by now, Alice dear."

The pixie shuddered at this as Rosalie drew away smugly, but retained her angry glare. "Regardless of your reasons, I'm not letting you hurt them Rosalie." Alice drew away, her eyes never leaving the blonde's. "You've hurt too many people by now, and I won't stand for it. You could hurt me, I don't care. But I draw the line at hurting others."

"And where does that put you?"

Alice narrowed her eyes in confusion.

"You hurt others too, Alice. You hurt Emmett, Edward and me with your actions." Rosalie cocked a brow and waited for the pixie to answer. The girl who had been on the floor, noticing that she wasn't the focus of the event anymore, took the chance to get up and make a run for it. Rosalie grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back, causing the girl to fall into her arms, back to her front.

"You can answer my question any day, Alice," Rosalie said, digging her chin into the shoulder of the girl as she held her in her arms, in a mockery of how lovers would. The girl's arms were pinned to her front and she tried to move them, but Rosalie's grip was iron.

"Please stop," the girl pleaded but Rosalie just kissed the back of her neck. "Hush now. Cant you see I'm talking with Alice?" Alice watched the struggle with narrowed eyes but continued backing out of the alley, with slow steps. "Running away? Don't you want to save your friend? Don't practice what you preach?" Rosalie taunted. Alice's lack of answering was starting to piss her off. "Why won't you answer me?!" she screamed, tossing the girl angrily to the ground and starting to kick her with gusto. She cried out with each kick and huddled into a little ball. At last Rosalie stopped, breathing hard, the girl on the floor unmoving and just whimpering. Rosalie straightened out her red jacket, spread out her hands and shrugged. "So, what are you going to do about this?"

"Charlie, I believe this is all the evidence you need," Alice said and the chief of police came from behind the wall. His mouth was disapproving beneath his mustache, and his hands were on his holster. "Good evening, Rosalie Cullen." Rosalie felt her heart skip a beat. That little bitch had ratted her out to the cops! What had happened to Cullen's helping each other out?

"Good evening officer," Rosalie smiled. Shit, this was the chief of police! She was in deep shit now. But nothing she couldn't get through. "Is there a problem here?"

"I believe there is. Ms. Alice notified me there were bullying incidents at school occurring to her friends and knew that you were responsible for them. She wanted to stop you, but seeing as reasoning with you didn't work, she called me in to persuade you against it."

"This?" Rosalie asked, giving the girl on the floor a kick. "This is just exercise. I don't get enough time to play sports in gym so I'm working out right now. And this girl is kind enough to play with me, since Alice wouldn't." Rosalie pouted, and looked through her lashes playfully at the officer. The man was not swayed.

"Rosalie Cullen, that is not what this is at all. You were caught assaulting another person and that is a crime. I'm afraid I will have to take you in for this." The officer pulled out a pair of steel handcuffs, the metal glinting in the dark light. Rosalie smiled and stuck out her wrists. "Go ahead, arrest me. If you think it will change anything."

The officer approached her and clamped the cold steel on her wrists. They almost felt at home there. "Alice can you escort this young girl on the floor to the nurse? I will send someone to interview her and the other victims for the police investigation." The pixie nodded her head, her face unreadable as the officer walked past her, holding Rosalie's clamped wrists together behind her back.

"I understand she is your sister, but you did the right thing," Charlie said, pausing as they were about to pass her to his police car which was parked down the block.

"Yes Alice," Rosalie hissed, leveling the pixie with a cold glare. "I'm only your sister." Then she felt Charlie pushing her to leave and she got into the back of the police car willingly. Oh boy, was Carlisle going to have a cow when he heard abut this. She wondered how much of a donation he would have to make to the police department in order to get this wiped off of her records. She knew that he had wiped all of the Cullen's children past records clean. If you tried to search them up on the internet nothing but blank results would come up, or the very minimum. Mainly information about their adoption. He was a man who covered all his bases.

Either way, talking with Jasper had proven to be a waste of time. The boy was starved for love like she had been and he was too blind to see that Alice would break his heart. Let him learn the hard way then, she thought and set about punishing Bella for Alice's actions. The fact that she was Charlie's daughter did not go ignored by her. This would just make things more deliciously interesting.

After the whole Halloween incident Rosalie picked up the brunette to go to school. Alice was never with the girl before school, so Rosalie was confident she would get Bella by herself and she was correct. When the brunette opened the door to her house to see the blonde on her doorstep her face was a wonderful array of confusion and fear. Getting her into the car was easier than Rosalie expected and she could feel joy bubble in her veins at her new victim. Bella was so malleable, and such a little wimp that Rosalie wasn't afraid of the blonde doing anything drastic like opening the car door to escape. But before they got to the fun part, Rosalie had to lull Bella into a sense of false security. That always lowered their guard.

"So, how was your sleep?" Rosalie's sweet tone of voice clearly shocked Bella who had not been expecting such a question. She glanced warily at Rosalie whose hands were gripping the steering wheel hard, her gaze on the road. Rosalie purposefully kept her gaze away from the brunette, and tried to hold back her smirk. Bella's reactions were adorable, really.

"It was okay. But you don't have to force yourself to be nice to me." Bella pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and turned to look at the road again, afraid of Rosalie's reaction. Rosalie again held back a grin. Oh, so Bella could tell she was forcing herself to be nice? This was interesting. The girl was more perceptive than the blonde had given her credit for. She decided to toy with the conversation some more.

"Is it really that shocking when I am genuinely being nice?"

Rosalie almost broke the look of fake regret she had put on when she saw how quickly the brunette's neck snapped towards her at that remark.

"It's fine. You don't have to answer my question. Let's listen to some music. What station do you like?" Rosalie shrugged nonchalantly and began to fiddle with the radio buttons.

Bella shrugged, unable to form words with her mouth, so the blonde took the opportunity to speak. "I like the indie station, although rock is really my fav." She stopped on a station that was playing a song Bella had never heard before. It's words were dark and the singer was singing about a girl that had been changed into a vampire.

"You like vampires," Bella's mouth blurted out and the girl looked scandalized that she had said such a thing. Again what an observant girl. Rosalie was shocked. Bella's dumb and vacant expressions would have one thinking otherwise but the girl really was full of surprises, like the fact that she gay. Hard to tell with her whole uninterested air when it came to romantic relationships.

Rosalie did like vampires; an interest that had started in high school when a friend gave her a book about vampires. She instantly identified with the poor tortured creatures who often had to fight the monsters inside them to regain what little humanity they had, or risk hurting their loved ones. Rosalie felt like she always had to fight for control with the monster inside her, and she tore through vampire books like a drug addict did with their money. She felt at place in the vampires dark and bloody world, despite the fact it rang too close to what she had actually lived through. But now was not the time to think about it.

Rosalie smirked. "Yea, I do. They interest because their such...tortured creatures of the night. They have the option to be good and more humane or throw themselves into their evil nature and conquer whatever lays before them. And they can so easily give into their desires." As Rosalie said this she looked right into Bella's eyes, voice dipping low on the word desire purposely. Bella blushed and quickly looked away, amusing Rosalie.

The trees were thinning out and buildings coming into focus. The school was just on the horizon . Rosalie didn't make any more conversation as they pulled into the parking lot. The space was still relatively empty and this was thanks to how fast the car was.

Bella grabbed her bag with her left hand and unbuckled herself quickly before grabbing the handle of the door. "Thanks for the ride," she uttered out. So the girl was polite at the very least. But you're not going anywhere, Rosalie thought deliciously. With a sharp click the car door locked. Bella tugged at the handle uselessly, knowing that no amount of tugging would now open the door. She turned around to look at Rosalie, shooting her a terrified look. The blonde had her head resting on top of her hands on the steering wheel, one cheek pressed against them as she gazed upon Bella with a cruel distant expression; watching the smaller girl struggle with the door handle. The music had stopped, the song turning into a white static. Rosalie let the static play, feeling it helped with making the atmosphere more dire, and kept her eyes unblinking in their gaze and smug smile increasing as she looked on at the girl next to her. Now the true fun was going to begin.

"Rosalie, could you open the door?" Bella croaked out, knowing full well that Rosalie had no intention of doing so. Poor girl had placed her bag on the seat between her and the blonde, in an attempt to protect herself.

"R-Rosalie..." Bella trailed off as the blonde pulled her head off the wheel still not responding. She reached for her seat belt, unbuckling it, before reaching up to ruffle her hair, all with such languid motions that Bella couldn't help but stare. Stare at how her manicured and slim fingers slide the buckle out, how her gray shirt hitched up over her stomach revealing her tone midriff, how her hair shone in the morning light coming through the car windows. Rosalie knew that even in her terror the girl was entranced by her and this made her want to do this even more. She was going to pound the shit out of her face. Hopefully she wouldn't get blood on her car. Too late for that now, she should have thought of it before.

Taking her time, and knowing the effect she was having, Rosalie looked over at Bella, with a hungry expression and began to slide over on her seat towards the brunette, knocking the bag aside. She crawled across on her knees, almost catlike in her actions. Her shirt hung away from her neck, the deep neckline giving way to a perfect view of her black bra and the top of her breasts. Bella tugged more frantically at the door handle, forcing herself out of the spell as she realized with trepidation that the Cullen was getting awfully close to her.

"R-Rosalie." The blonde grabbed Bella's cheek in her left hand and pulled down the neck of the turtleneck the teen was wearing to cover her bruise with her other hand. So Bella had tried to cover up the marks Rosalie had left on her? For some reason this irritated her. She was going to make sure she would remind Bella that she couldn't hide these marks. Drawing a gentle circle on Bella's cheek with her thumb she lowered her head slowly to Bella's neck, causing the other girl to tense up in anticipation. Rosalie could sense the girl's frightened heartbeat and revealed in it's erratic rhythm. There was nothing better than the satisfaction she got from inducing fear in someone.

Rosalie's lips descended upon Bella's bruise and the teen knew what the blonde was going to do before the older girl did it. She bit down on Bella's bruise, and she held back a hiss of pain as the blonde ravaged her flesh before moving from the mark and brushing her lips gently and tortuously slowly up the side of Bella's neck to the lobe of her ear. Goosebumps arose following the trail of Rosalie's lips and Bella couldn't help but shiver internally as Rosalie's parted mouth finally descended upon her ear. This was so interesting...the way the girl was interacting with her...reacting to her actions...it seemed as if the brunette was enjoying it in a sick way. Only one way to check for sure...

The blonde's warm breath paired with her soft, wet lips sent another shiver, this one stronger than the last through Bella's body. Rosalie kept her lips there for what felt like eternity, having felt that shiver and now she knew. Normally a person wouldn't react this way to being caressed by someone they were afraid of or hated. This creature right here wasn't normal and Rosalie felt a weird emotion budding in her chest. The same emotion she had perceived when she and Bella had spent a moment together in the bathtub. Rosalie didn't know what to make of this feeling, except for the fact that it was urging her on, telling her to do more. So she slide her leg in between Bella's squirming thighs moving it closer to Bella's crotch. Bella placed both of her hands against Rosalie's thigh to stop the other girl from moving it any closer. But the girl's efforts were laughably weak and Rosalie pressed onward, the space they were in drifting away as she felt her senses attune to the girl beneath her and her growing arousal.

Rosalie's mouth began to move against Bella's ear, sending small goosebumps down her neck, accompanied with shivers that ran to the tips of her fingers."My, my, what do we have here? A little slut who enjoys this?" Rosalie began to whisper words into her ear, but realized the girl was not comprehending them, her mind stuck on something else. The static in the radio hissed loudly helping cover up Bella's failed attempt to stifle a moan as Rosalie's leg reached the apex of her thighs and gently ground against it. Rosalie nearly let out a groan of her own as the girl didn't hesitate to pull the blonde's leg closer to the heat between her legs. The weird feeling in her chest only increased and Rosalie's body heat increased but she didn't know why. Was she behaving this way because of Bella's weird reactions to Rosalie's ministrations? Or was it those damnable feelings for Marie that were coming back, still having an iron grip on her heart?

Now Rosalie's lips were moving down from Bella's ear to her jawline and leaving little kisses along the way making Bella arch her neck back so that the older woman could reach more, which she did, greedily. She began to pepper kisses up and down Bella's jawline and neck while simultaneously grinding her leg harder and harder. Bella let out another groan, not even trying to stifle this one as it was too much work to do so. What was up with this reaction? This wasn't normal. Rosalie had to stop before she got too deep, the urge to touch Bella more blossoming in her chest.

Rosalie eventually slowed down in her kisses and went back to Bella's mark where she bit down once more. Once the blonde was done she sat back into her seat, fixing her hair in the rear-view mirror before turning off the radio, pocketing the key to her car and flicking a switch to unlock the car doors. She tried to still her beating heart and act like nothing had happened. Yet, the fact was there. This was the second time she had come to hurt Bella and it had turned into something like this...what was happening to her? Was she losing her edge. This damn girl was making her confused! No. It was all Alice's fault. If they hadn't broken up then Rosalie wouldn't have been forced to do this and become confused. Bella sat still in her seat, a dumb look on her face that aggravated the blonde. Why was she looking so stupidly like that? Had she never been touched before? Probably not. What a sad little dyke.

"Why did you do that?" Bella asked breathlessly, still staring wide eyed at Rosalie. Rosalie threw a glance over her shoulder, as she angled her body towards the car door, and rolled her eyes as if the answer should be obvious. "Marking my property," she said and then she exited the car, leaving the door open. This wasn't entirely true but it was all she could come up with in this moment. Leaning down to look into the car she said "Come on, I don't want to see the sight of you in my car one second more. " This part was true. Seeing Bella in her car just reminded her of what had been done and how she could not understand why she had done it.

There had been more times that Rosalie had come after Bella, and each incident left her more and more confused. At lunch the same day following her dropping Bella off at school, she had accosted Bella as she had been eating with her friends. She had acted impulsively and couldn't put a finger on the reason why. She just had to go across the cafeteria and grab Bella, full knowing that it would be bad for her reputation to do so. Alice had of course come and stopped her, leading to a very unpleasant conversation in the second floor bathroom, away from prying eyes.

"What are you doing?"Alice had demanded, cornering the blonde in a stall and locking the door behind them. Rosalie rolled her eyes and snorted. If the girl was trying to be intimidating she would never achieve that, being only an inch above five feet.

"Doing what?" Rosalie asked, ignorantly.

"Don't think I don't know," Alice said in warning, shaking a finger at Rosalie's perfect features, now melded into a look of annoyance.

"Again, what are you talking about?"

"I know that you've taken an interest in Bella, and an unhealthy one at that. I'm warning you to stay away or you will really learn to regret it. That stint in the prison will look like nothing compared to what I will pull on your ass." Rosalie was hurt at those words. How had they fallen so far that they were now using threats and insults in conversations with one another. Despite the ache in her chest, Rosalie's pride was stronger and she was not going to back down.

"Oh, is wittle Alice mad?" Rosalie stuck out her bottom lip in a faux pout and took up a childish voice. "Am I taking away her pwecious wittle toy? Afraid that I'll steal her away before you have a chance to fuck her?"

Alice sucked in a breath at this. "That is not-"

"I forgot you had Jasper. You have to fuck him first before you can get to Bella!" Rosalie slapped her forehead with her open palm, as if realizing this for the first time.

Alice growled at this and her body shook with rage. More and more times the blonde was seeing this darker side of her. How had she never noticed that Alice had one? They all had one. Instead of responding to Rosalie's taunt Alice repeated, "you will stay away from Bella, Rosalie or I swear so help me...you will not hurt another one of my friends! You will apologize to her for acting this way!" Alice paused, unable to say to finish her first sentence, the words choking her up.

Rosalie scoffed at this. Her, apologize? To someone as lowly as Bella?

Alice's hand shot out and grabbed Rosalie by her earlobe, dragging the blonde's eyes down to her eye level. "You make me so mad," she hissed, her eyes dark and swirling with emotion.

"I sure hope so," Rosalie smirked back at her, ignoring the pain in her ear. "And I am not apologizing to her, or leaving her alone. I want a friend too. Whose to say I can't have the same friend as you Alice? Do you not want to share?"

Alice mulled this over for a moment and Rosalie realized how close their faces were. If she moved an inch they would brush noses. And Alice's breath smelled so damn good. Like vanilla and cranberries. Rosalie felt a pang of longing. No matter how long it had been she still had feelings left over. They were like an illness that her body couldn't seem to shake no matter how much medicine she tried.

Alice noticed the look of hunger in Rosalie's eyes because she let out a shaky little laugh. Letting go of the blonde's ears she cupped her face with both hands instead. "I know things ended roughly between us, but I'm willing to make this deal sweeter between us."

Rosalie quirked up her brow, trying to ignore the warm tingles Alice's hands brought her. "If you keep up your end of the deal, then I can give you something in exchange."

"Go on," Rosalie whispered, liking where this was going.

Alice brought her face even closer to Rosalie's. Their lips mere centimeters from one another. "I could give you what you want. I always knew what you liked in bed, and I don't see why we can't keep that aspect of our relationship alive." Alice's hands began to gently rub Rosalie's face and the blonde closed her eyes at the motion. "And I certainly know I enjoyed your skills in bed too."

"What about Jasper?"

"We're not dating, how many times must I say it!" Alice hissed impatiently. She certainly was in denial about this. But whatever. It was her own choice if she wanted to cheat on him.

Rosalie was quiet a moment, letting the weight of the proposition sink in. "Very well, I'll do it." Alice's squeal of delight nearly burst Rosalie's eardrums but the other girl couldn't care at that moment. She had made Alice happy again, after all this time and now soon they would be reunited. Not the way they had been, but close enough. Close enough for Rosalie to let Alice know through her body how she felt about this break up.

With a growl deep from her throat she pushed the pixie roughly against the stall door, her hands sliding under the girl's shirt, nails digging into her flesh.

"What are you doing?" Alice asked, a gasp escaping her throat from the nails on her lower back.

"You said you'd sleep with me."Rosalie bit down a line on Alice's neck, loving the bruises she was leaving behind. She was going to go all out and be vicious. Alice was gentle in bed, if not creative and Rosalie had suited her own needs to please the other girl, but not today. Not any longer. Rosalie was doing to do things the way she always wanted to. With blood and tears.

"Yes, but you really want to do it in the school toilet?" Alice scrunched up her face and let out a gasp of pain as Rosalie clamped down her teeth on the collarbone, hard enough to draw blood.

"I don't see why not. This isn't any different from all the times we fucked before. I recall doing it in a car with you, and on Carlisle's desk." Alice tried to pry Rosalie's arms off of her, but the blonde's grip was iron.

"It is different, Rosalie. Not in the school stall!" But Rosalie was already teeth and lips, silencing Alice's protests forcefully, tongue swirling into her mouth. The pixie knew that Rosalie was adamant about this and so she gave in, hoping to placate the blonde.

"But after this you're apologizing to Bella, you got it?" Alice said as Rosalie slide a hand down the front of her jeans, fingers thumbing the elastic of her underwear.

"Sure, sure. Now close your mouth unless you want everyone on the second floor to hear you, because frankly I don't care if they do hear you. I'm not the one with the perfect reputation to uphold," Rosalie said with a smirk and proceeded to jerk an orgasm so harshly out of the pixie that her cries filled the school stalls despite having covered her mouth. She was left, tired and spent on the bathroom floor, her clothes scattered around her, as Rosalie washed up in the sink and left to go to class. Lunch was over and she had ate her fill.

Rosalie had no intention of upholding her bargain. Why should she? Of course it didn't work out in her favor. She had come back late to the Cullen house, in hopes that everyone would be asleep or out doing whatever the fuck it was they did, but Bella had been there and Alice had pushed the poor girl into her arms, demanding the two of them to kiss and makeup. Rosalie's lips had curled up in a smile at this. Kiss and makeup, huh? And she had done just that, wanting to see one more time that Bella indeed enjoyed being touched in a suggestive manner. The brunette had responded just as she surmised. This had intrigued the blonde who was never used to seeing anyone enjoy being kissed against their will as much as Bella was. What was wrong with the girl?

Rosalie decided to keep picking up the brunette to school in the morning. She had apologized to the girl, so Alice should see nothing wrong or suspicious with her actions. She would be careful just in case. She reassured Bella that they were now friends after having forgiven each other and that there was no need to be afraid. Of course the brunette had to ruin everything and trigger a painful memory for the blonde. Rosalie had had flash backs to to that time, when she had been locked up in that life or death dungeon. Bella had been punched in the nose as a result and Alice had seen the damage the next day and accosted Rosalie for it. Needless to say this unpleasant conversation did not end in sex.

"I told you to leave her alone!" Alice had shrieked in the second floor bathroom.

"And why do you assume I haven't? Why do you blame her injury on me?" Rosalie had shot back, sick with the accusations. She had hurt Bella but not on purpose and she was so tired of having other people's pain pinned on her.

"Because I know you Rosalie!" Alice had whipped out the small box from her pocket and Rosalie knew what it was even before it shocked her. She howled in pain and dropped harshly to her knees, clutching her hands over her stomach where the bolt of electricity had struck. Another shock was delivered to her shoulder and she went down, her head smacking the cold tiled floor. Spittle filled her mouth and she nearly avoided biting her tongue. Her eyes filled with tears at the injustice of this all. Alice had never once harmed her before...this change in her treatment of Rosalie stung the blonde more than the taser had.

"This is your last warning. If you don't stay away then you will force my hand." Alice stomped away, slamming the door closed behind her and leaving Rosalie on the floor. "Cocksucking bitch," she muttered, struggling to come up. The contents of her stomach threatened to come up as well and she breathed out through her nose harshly, closing her eyes and letting a single tear trail down her cheek. Why Alice? Why? Was emotional pain no longer suffice? Did she have to hurt her physically now too?

Still Rosalie was not going to give up. She was going to use Bella's weird reactions to bullying to make Alice suffer, and for her own gains. Rosalie had tried to war with the feelings within her but there was no point in denying what she had begun to feel so strongly. These emotions had come and swept her off of her feet. She had tried once again to bully Bella by forcing her to take off her pants in school and to take a photo, in an attempt at blackmailing the girl later, but Rosalie found herself inclined to look at the photo in moments of privacy. The embarrassed expression on the sweet girl's face and the way she looked so vulnerable was too much and Rosalie had to delete the photo or else she was tempted to take off her own pants and...

The night of Alice's party cemented what Rosalie had already come to realize. Rosalie was attracted to Bella. She hadn't expected her heart to be able to love again but here it was doing just that. Or at least whatever form of love it could muster up now. Rosalie knew she had to have the girl when during a series of body shots off of her, Rosalie had poured liquor into the girl's lap. Rosalie in an attempt to tease and torture her, began to lap the liquid seductively, making sure to let her tongue brush the girl's underwear. The look of lust that had overcome the girl's features in that instance had alighted Rosalie's own body with passion. She knew she had to have this girl. Who else enjoyed to be subjected to Rosalie's crazed whims more than Bella? And it would be perfect really. The girl looked like Marie, and allowed Rosalie to live out her unspent fantasies. Plus she could move on from Alice and hurt her by showing her that Bella had chosen her over Alice's friendship.

As they soaked in the hot tub, Rosalie came up with a way to get Bella to get to date her, in the form of a contract. This way the girl couldn't leave the relationship. It would prevent Rosalie from having her heart broken again. It would give her the power in the relationship. What would help secure the contract was that the girl was drunk, and she clearly liked Rosalie, so it would be easy enough to get her to agree to it. Besides, Rosalie had her assets to help with the persuasion.

And persuade did she Bella. The girl was so horny and drunk that all Rosalie had to do was promise to stick her tongue down the girl's throat for her to agree. The kiss had been hot. Bella knew how to kiss for someone who was most likely a virgin.

Rosalie waited for Bella to leave inside the house. Appraising whether Alice would notice Rosalie following after her, the blonde was satisfied to see that the pixie was currently occupied with giving Jasper more alcohol. Hopping out of the tub a bit clumsily due to the liquor in her blood, she followed the brunette indoors and found the girl stumbling through the dark, hand reaching out for a bottle of alcohol. Waiting until she got closer, the girl not noticing her, she said,"boo."

Bella jumped and set down the bottle with a bang on the counter. Turning around she came face to face with Rosalie who was standing so close to her their noses brushed.

"I didn't hear you come in," Bella gasped, her nearly exposed chest heaving from her inhalations. Were Bella's breast always these big? Rosalie gave them an appreciative once over.

"You're pouring it wrong," Rosalie slurred, the moonlight from the window haloing her blonde hair, turning it silver. "Pick up the bottle."

Bella did what was asked, turning so now Rosalie was to her back. "Good," the blonde crooned, sliding her hand on top of Bella's as the brunette tipped the bottle towards the glass. Seduction was all a part of making Bella succumb to her contract more easily.

"Now slowly pour it," she insisted, her voice in Bella's ear. For extra measure she pressed her ample cleavage into the other girl's back and circled her left arm around the others waist. Rosalie could feel the other girl's heart rate increase and her skin grow hotter.

"Carefully, I don't want you to spill it," she warned, whispering kisses down the side of Bella's face and onto the back of her neck. Bella felt her hand start to shake as her concentration waned, and the liquid splattered around the shot glass. "That was some expensive alcohol and you just wasted it. Now I want you to clean it up." Rosalie growled as she tugged on Bella's earlobe, her voice sounding dangerously arousing. Pushing Bella's hand down to put down the bottle she instructed, "with your tongue," and pressed down on the back of Bella's head. Bella complied, held back her hair and lapped at the sharp smelling liquid obediently, making sure to get every last drop of what she spilled. As she was doing this she felt Rosalie's hands sliding up and down her back, and tugging dangerously on the strings holding Bella's top together. At last she seemed to have loosened the knot and Bella's top hung loose from her chest.

"Rosalie," Bella hissed straightening up and covering her chest, with her hands before glaring at the blonde. How cute, the girl was modest. She pressed against Bella until the younger girl was pinned against the counter.

"Yes, Bella?" she asked innocently, before letting her eyes rove over to her neck. "Your marks disappeared. That makes me very sad." She ran her right hand down Bella's neck, pushing aside her long brown hair. "I'll just have to make new ones." Bella let out a gasp as Rosalie's teeth meet the soft flesh on her neck. The gasp soon turned into a moan as Rosalie moved her lips up and down Bella's neck, leaving big wet kisses before sucking on her skin.

Rosalie's fingers slipping under Bella's now loose bra, bypassing Bella's arms which were too weak to do anything to stop her. She let out a grunt of protest but the blonde didn't listen, letting her thumbs brush against the underside of Bella's breasts before she reached up and touched her nips. Bella shuddered and arched into the touch and Rosalie give a heavy uneven sigh as she pulled her lips up into Bella's ear and gently sucked on the lobe. Rosalie could feel Bella's nipples getting harder under her ministrations. Bella was almost eating out of her hand, she just needed to push a bit more. Rosalie's lips came down Bella's face, trailing from her forehead to the corner of her lip. Bella parted her lips as an invitation, only to have Rosalie chuckle. She was right about the brunette wanting to be kissed by her.

"You want it bad, you little slut. I can tell." Bella winced at being called a slut. "I'll kiss you, but you have to promise me something in exchange." She ran her fingers over Bella's nipples again making her breath hitch. Bella gripped the counter with her hands, trying to steady herself. This was it. Rosalie was so close she could almost taste the victory on her tongue.

"Yea," Bella asked huskily as Rosalie's warm breath tickled her lips. She was so close yet so far. An inch away. "I want you to be completely mine, body and soul." Now her lips were a centimeter away.

"H-how?" Bella looked about ready to explode from desire and Rosalie let a brief smirk grace her lips.

"Don't worry. I'll tell you how later. You just need to agree. Well, do you?"

Bella nodded her head dimly and Rosalie smirked, swallowing thickly. "Smart choice," and then she kissed her, a kiss as savage and beautiful as she was. She pressed hard on Bella, so that the brunette girl had to lift her arms to hold onto Rosalie's shoulders or else she would get swept away by the kiss.

Rosalie's tongue slicked across Bella's lips, demanding entrance which Bella was all too happy to give. Their tongues battled, seeking dominance although it was no competition; it was clear the victor was Rosalie. Rosalie's hands trailed down to Bella's buttock and down her thighs where she pulled up, and pushed Bella onto the counter. The bottle of alcohol clattered to the floor spilling, but neither girl cared about that right now.

Rosalie eventually ended the kiss, pulling away but Bella surprised her by grabbing Rosalie by the back of her neck and pulling her in for another kiss. Rosalie groaned into Bella's mouth in delighted astonishment, only encouraging the brunettes actions. Bella wrapped her legs around Rosalie waist wanting to get closer to the blonde.

They kissed and kissed passionately, their breaths becoming more shallow, curse words emerging from Rosalie ever so often as they separated momentarily to get some air before going back at it. Rosalie felt her control start to slip away, to get lost in the abyss of Bella's mouth. And with a tremendous amount of self control she forced their lips apart. They held their foreheads together as they stared into each others eyes and tried to catch their breath. "I think we need to go back, before they come in after us." Rosalie's voice was tight with want and she hated that. She was supposed to be in power here. "I'll go first. You come back after ten minutes." Bella nodded her head, her eyes glazed over. Rosalie pulled herself away and joined the others outside.

That was only the first part of getting the contract together. Rosalie came by Bella's house the next day, eager to talk over the contract with the girl. But she had been astonished when the brunette kissed her out of nowhere. The kiss soon turned from gentle to demanding, and Rosalie could feel the want simply radiating off of the girl's body. Had she unlocked some sort of switch in the girl? Bella had quickly turned from victim to enforcer and initiator of the kisses.

The blonde stumbled under the way that Bella pushed on her and gripping the brunette's elbows she steered the younger girl towards the bike, walking backwards to it, not breaking apart from the kiss. Rosalie sat down on the bike, Bella now standing above her. Rosalie's hands circled around to grasp onto Bella's thighs and the other girl got the message. Pulling away from the blonde's lips momentarily she straddled the blonde, whose hands came up to her back to support her.

"Someone's eager this morning," Rosalie chuckled, looking up at Bella's flushed face, her hands drawing patterns on the back of the girl's brown jacket.

"Stop talking," the girl hissed and grabbed the blonde's face in her hands before kissing her roughly. Rosalie was shocked still, but wouldn't let the other girl know. That would give her the upper hand. Rosalie let her eyes close, putting the concern that Bella's father could be awake and stumble upon them, out of her mind.

Bella swiped her tongue over Rosalie's lips."Fuck," the blonde shivered as Bella's tongue stroked across her lips. She was getting turned on by this. She'd never thought she would. Bella plunged her tongue into Rosalie's mouth, eliciting a sharp gasp from the blonde whose hands trailed down to Bella's hips and pulled her closer. The brunette rocked into the motion making Rosalie groan and making a bolt of excitement shoot through her insides. Bella felt so hot all over, especially in the apex of her thighs.

Bella's hands trailed down the blonde's front and pulled at her jacket zipper, unzipping it. Her hands curled around the top of the blonde's v-neck, trying to convey to the blonde that she needed more, needed to be touched and before Rosalie could respond to her need, Bella pulled free of Rosalie's lips, sucking in a deep breath and then lowered her head to Rosalie's collarbone and bit down hard.

"Bella!" Rosalie cried out, her body jerking in surprise at the brunette's sudden move. Her elbow swung back, hitting the button for the motor's horn. A loud honk ripped through the silence, startling Bella so bad that she fell off Rosalie's lap and onto her butt on the gravel of her driveway. Rosalie looked as shocked as Bella did and gazed down at the girl before her eyes traveled to the house. Charlie was standing on the doorstep in his ratty bathrobe, hair mussy from sleep and mug of coffee in his hand.

Charlie had interrupted Rosalie from talking with Bella. The chief was not happy to see the Cullen at his house and Rosalie didn't stay long, knowing she would have to be extra careful now. Surely the chief was going to keep a vigilant eye on them now. Rosalie tried to meet up with Bella the day after and was successful this time. She knew Charlie had gone fishing and waited for his car to disappear before she drove her bike from where she had parked it in the woods as she had waited for Bella to be free. They had had their talk then, alright, but it hadn't gone the way Rosalie had wanted it to. Bella was a lot more resilient to whatever tricks Rosalie had up her sleeves when it came to bullying and the blonde had to wonder if Bella was used to this; if she had been bullied before. The brunette had run away, causing Rosalie to have to chase her until she tired. Rosalie was no way in her right mind delving any deeper into these woods. It was too cold for that. She called after Bella, for the girl to come back but the brunette had disappeared into the woods. Rosalie resigned herself to wait for Bella on the porch of the house and hoped that she would come back, safe and sound. Hours passed and it got colder but Rosalie wasn't bothered by the cold. She had been used to worse conditions. She killed time by letting her mind wonder to what books she could read, or to what kind of cars she should buy next. Her mustang was great, by why stop at one car when she had the money to buy more.

Bella did return at last, four hours later, but she brought guests with her that Rosalie was not too happy about. Jacob and Leah-the two shitheads that actively searched for here when they where off the Reserve, in order to start a fight with her. They pushed her buttons and she learned to hide from them because she didn't need to start fights and get in more trouble than she was already in. But it seemed there was going to be an unavoidable confrontation today. It was best she didn't hold back.

"Rosalie," Jake hissed, his voice filled with such animosity it surprised Bella. "What are you doing here?"

The blonde cocked up her head, arrogance flaring in her eyes. "I was waiting for Bella."

"I can see that," Jake spat, his eyes glaring at her intensely. "Why are you waiting for her?"

"I can't wait for my friend?" Rosalie asked, tilting her head. If they were going to fight it was best to incite him as much as possible to make it more interesting. She wasn't interested in a half assed fist fight.

"She's not your friend, you spiteful bitch," Jake shot back.

"Jake-" Bella started but was cut off by him.

"Get the fuck off her property. Don't you ever dare come close to her!" He then turned to Bella so quickly it made the girl stumble back in shock. "Did she ever hurt you Bella? Has she? Why is she around your house?"

Bella stared at Rosalie past the man's shoulders, her eyes wide in desperation. She clearly was stuck on what to do with this situation she had been tossed into. Rosalie only stared back neutrally, intrigued to what the girl would choose to say. Would she incriminate the blonde? Rosalie felt she wouldn't.

"Um, no, um," Bella stammered at last. Jake didn't seem to believe her because he whirled around to face the blonde again, so quickly that the gravel beneath his feet sprayed.

"You hurt her you bitch! You always hurt everyone I care about!"Wow, Jake was being more hostile than usual. Did he like Bella by any chance?

"Jake, I think you should cool it. We can get Charlie to handle this." Leah tried to calm the boy down but he was practically shaking with rage . Leah grabbed at his arm to pull him back to reality.

"She's not on the Reserve, so we can't do anything about this," she reasoned but the man jerked his arm away from her. "Shut up Leah. I'm going to teach this bitch a lesson here and now, a lesson she should have had a long time ago to put her into her fucking place. I'll fucking hurt you, you bitch, just like you hurt everyone I cared about!" With that Jake lunged with long jerky strides at Rosalie who stood perfectly still.

"I bet you won't do it, you sissy boy," she hissed, wanting to incite him further. "You always talk about beating the shit out of me, but you have yet to do it. And just because you've got some muscles on you now boy, don't mean shit," she scoffed. "You've never been able to do, in all the times we've meet."

"I swear I will do it," Jake raged and cocked back his fist as he drew near her. "It ends today."

"Jake stop it!" Leah hissed but made no move to go after him, instead clutching Bella's arm angrily as she watched Jake's arm extend forwards. "Fuck he's an idiot!"

The punch landed with a harsh sound that made Bella cringe.

Rosalie's head snapped back sharply and then came forward, her hair covering it as she bent over and placed her hands on her knees. There was a long moment of silence as she spat out a mouthful of blood, the gravel under her feet splattered with it. Then she drew to her full height, red blood pouring down the blonde's nose. Rosalie smiled, her grin gruesome and nightmarish, teeth stained with crimson. This was getting good.

"So you finally did it, I'm impressed."

"I told you," Jake said, raising his hands up and taking up a fighting stance as Rosalie appraised him, her eyes alive with hunger that began to consume her. It had been so long since she had fought someone, and the desire to do so had gnawed at her for a while.

"Good, now that means I can legally fuck you up without getting into trouble with the law," was Rosalie's response and she let out a sudden wild laugh, one that pierced the air with her shrieks, made her slap her knees in joy.

"Something funny, bitch?" Jake hissed at her, trying to hide how unnerved he was by the laugh. Laughing always worked with freaking out her opponents. It was a technique she had learned in the dungeons, and one that worked marvels against her adversary's moral.

"Oh, how I've waited for this fucken moment," she said once the laugh had died down.

Jake seemed to hesitant at her comment, his arms lowering a bit as he noticed Rosalie's relaxed stance, but that was his mistake. She sprang into action so quickly it was hard to believe that someone could possess so much speed. She aimed an elbow to Jake's stomach, effectively knocking the breath out of his lungs before she uppercut him in the jaw, sending his head upwards, spit spraying from his mouth like a human water fountain. But she wasn't done, sending such a flurry of jabs and kicks at him, that all he could do was stumble backwards.

"Jake!" Bella screamed in horror, in the same time that Leah yelled "Jakey!" The brown skinned girl tensed, debating if she should help Jake and hurt his pride, or let him get the shit beat out of him and hope that he could recover. Leah waffled back and froth, each hit Jake took resonating through her and she winced as flesh met flesh.

Jake tried to land a punch on the girl but she ducked, weaving and jabbing like a professional. She aimed a well placed kick at his knee and there was a loud cracking noise that made Bella blanch but that brought Rosalie satisfaction. Her world had faded around her, all her sense focused on the fight right now. Jake went down hard on his back onto the gravel, hissing in pain. He struggled to get up but the blonde was on him, knees pinning down his arms as she straddled his chest.

"Still think you can take me down, big sissy boy?" She grinned and cracked her knuckles leisurely as Jake struggled under her, but she pinned him good because he was not making any progress.

"Fuck you, you fucken crazy bitch!" Jake uttered out before Rosalie began to pummel his face, left hand, then right hand, arms working in rhythm like a well oiled machine. "What's that? I can't hear over the sound of me punching you," she sneered and that was when Leah couldn't take it anymore.

"Get off of him you bitch!" She rushed at the blonde who picked up her head too late to glance at the girl, only getting a face full of foot. She was knocked off of Jake but scrambled back up to her feet, clutching her forehead which was bleeding, the skin split open by the kick.

"I wasn't going to hurt you but you can get it too, bitch," Rosalie spat, hands covered in Jake's blood curling up. Leah helped Jake to his feet, his face a red mess. Blood was smeared around his mouth, it trickled from his nose and his left eye was swollen shut. He wiped the blood from his nose with the back of his hand and looked at the red streak it left before he looked back up at the blonde.

He didn't say anything because Leah beat him to it. "Oh, don't worry I don't intend to back away after you hurt Jake, you cunt."

Leah rushed at the blonde with Jake by her side. Rosalie could take them both on, but the kick to her head must have done more damage than she initially thought. Her balance was off and she failed to escape the hands grabbing at her. She blocked a majority of the hits, but took a harsh kick to the stomach and landed on the ground, the two descending upon her like vultures to prey.

"Get off me, you fuckers!" came Rosalie's cry, Jake and Leah kicking her with such viciousness that left the blonde's cry cut off as she gasped for breath. She writhed in pain on the floor trying to grab onto their legs to stop them but only got her face kicked in response.

"Stop! Stop!" Bella finally screamed out.

Bella had come to Rosalie's rescue, admonishing her friends and sending them on the way, leaving herself with Rosalie. Rosalie didn't know what to make of this. The girl was willingly leaving herself in the house alone with someone who had bullied her. Shouldn't she have chased Rosalie out? Rosalie didn't know what to make of this girl. Perhaps she was more like Marie than she had given her credit for.

Bella had then snapped at Rosalie too, telling her that she wasn't any better for engaging in the fight and Rosalie's chest had done a weird squeeze at that. Bella was angry at Rosalie, and any sensible person would have been afraid to snap at the blonde, especially after seeing her pound the shit out of a man twice her size in muscle. But what she did next confused Rosalie even more. The girl tended to Rosalie's wounds with such tenderness that Rosalie hadn't felt from anyone in a long while. Her heart clenched in longing and she said something that she had never once said before to anyone except Alice. "Thank you." Her words had been soft and she wasn't sure if Bella had heard them but it didn't matter. Rosalie knew she had said them and that was all that mattered.

As she showered to get rid of the last remnants of the blood on her, she contemplated what to do now. What was the proper course of action? She tried to rationalize her actions like her therapist told her too but found that she couldn't care to do so. She wanted to fuck the brunette, simply put. The other girl's actions were stirring something in her and she needed to sleep with her to help her figure it all out. And she didn't care if Bella didn't want it to happen. It was going to.

Charlie of course had ruined it once more. He had arrived just as they been getting to the good part. Bella had panicked, and ordered Rosalie to leave but the blonde had other ideas. There was no doubt that Jacob had told Charlie about what had happened; thus Charlie's early arrival. Rosalie wasn't going to let the Reserve pig slander her. She was going to stay put and tell Charlie her side of things. Charlie had not been happy at all to see her in his house, revolted even, but he had listened to her. Probably because it was more his job than the fact that he cared. Rosalie had then been allowed to stay at his house to finish the 'school project' she and Bella were working on. Rosalie found it hilarious that they had to keep up the ruse of working for a couple hours and she decided to make it more interesting by getting Bella hot and bothered, which honestly wasn't too hard. Being in a relationship with Bella was fun. Rosalie even had driven the girl to school the next day, giving her breakfast as well.

And then Alice had to ruin everything. She had gone home in a fury, screeching how Rosalie had finally crossed the line by sexually harassing Bella. Before Rosalie could even argue that Bella liked it, she found herself on the floor, her thoughts turned to muddle as she squirmed in pain on the floor. Edward had showed up too, no doubt already having his mind corrupted by Alice's incorrect assumptions. Rosalie had resigned herself to Alice's punishments, waiting for the pixie to calm down when Bella had appeared and stopped Alice. Rosalie was grateful for the break between torture and had taken the chance to utter these words in all seriousness. "I hurt Bella because of you, Alice."

A/N: Argh, this chapter was such a pain in the ass to write since I had to reread through everything I had written in order to give Rosalie's insight on all of it. Hopefully, if I did my job right, then everything should be much easier to understand. But for clarity's sake this is the basic gist of it: Rosalie wanted to get back at Alice for breaking her heart, and she took out this pain by beating up her friends until Alice caught her and turned her into the police. After this prison stint she stopped doing it, until Bella came along. Bella reminded Rosalie of a dead friend/lover from her past and it unnerved her how the brunette would stare at her so she wanted to hurt her to stop this, and possibly even get her kicked out of the school so that she would not be reminded of her past. Alice made this hard to do as she saw Bella as someone that needed protection and to be put back together, which is Alice's hobby unbeknownst to her own self. However, when Rosalie saw Alice and Jasper together the night of the Halloween party she flipped and went back to wanting to hurt Alice and decided to do this by picking on Bella who admitted to being gay that night. Unfortunately, Rosalie still saw Bella as Marie and projected some of the old feelings for her dead friend onto the girl. This lead to conflict within Rosalie as she was trying to hurt the other girl but steadily found herself attracted to her despite her own rationality. In the end she decided she couldn't fight her own feelings and that Bella could be easily forced to like her back, as the girl showed an unhealthy attraction to the blonde. Therefore Rosalie decided to date Bella and use the relationship to forget Alice and to fulfill her unspent desires of Marie onto the brunette. And at this point while Rosalie originally dated Bella because of Alice, she does find she is slowly deviating from that line of interest. And this is where we have left off on so far. Whether Rosalie's feelings will change is still left to be seen. As for Bella she has a crush on the blonde and knows it is unhealthy and wants to change the blonde's abusive ways towards her but doesn't know how yet.

Man, it feels like the authors note took up a decent chunk of this chapter. Also this is my longest chapter to date so far.

But additionally, I hope everyone is having good holidays, and a happy New Year to all!