This gets stuff moving. And I think a lot of you are going to hate me after this but please remember I'm a sucker for romance.

. . .

"What a shame to convince these flames that they are only sparks; what a misfortune to say this fire is a flame. You have always been gasoline, stop pretending I haven't always been the match." - Tyler Knott Gregson

Rosalie is standing behind the treaty line, shifting from foot to foot, lips stuck between her jaw.

Bella grins slightly, uncertain Rosalie has always been Bella's favorite thing.

"She seems pretty worried," Jake comments with a smirk in his voice, there's an accent of pride in his tone.

"Yeah, I would be too if she were hanging around some stinky dogs," Bella flicks his ear and hops down from his shoulders. "Could you please call off your pack?" She pleads, swiping a hand towards the wolves growling at Rosalie. "Rose is behind the line."

Bella's movement catches Rosalie's eye, and the blonde's fidgeting speed increases while waving at Bella. Bella waves back, heart in her throat. God she's so beautiful.

The wolves back off and Bella slips by a grey colored wolf in order to get to Rosalie.

"Hey, Rose," Bella greets, blood filling her lungs, inviting hemophilia with each breath.

Rosalie smiles with lips made of worry and death. "Hey," she opens her arms, stepping forward to engulf Bella against her chest.

Bella can barely breathe. Squeezes her eyes shut and doesn't make a sound because being this close to Rosalie hurts Bella, destroys her to the very core and makes Bella wish she were Rosalie's instead of the Devil's.

I can't have her. I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't. But-

But as Rosalie presses her cheek against Bella's hair and slumps against her, totally relaxed with arms tracing a path against Bella's jacket, it almost seems like… like-

"You smell like gasoline," Rosalie whispers a chuckles against the skin of Bella's neck.

Her head was spinning, twirling in the cosmos and falling back to earth, drunk off of Rosalie's own scent. "I rode today. My motorcycle. I rode my-" Bella continues to fumble on her words, shaking.

"Jasper said something about that once." Rosalie pulls back and takes a deep breath. Her eyes are gold and probing, scanning every inch. Her eyes narrow on her lips and then Bella watches them slowly turn to black.

"Rose-"

"Did he? Did he do this?" Rose brings up a thumb to trace Bella bottom lips, avoiding the scab from Edward's teeth. Bella can't help but to lean into her touch.

"Yeah, I mean, I think it was like- that he was excited or something." Bella sighs, looking up at Rosalie.

Red lips are pulled into a snarl. "That's not really an excuse. If he knows he can't handle himself then he shouldn't be trying to seek physical intimacy from you. Especially if he hasn't hunted in a week."

Bella shrugs shoulders that are too frail, lifting her heavy jacket. She's a little preoccupied with how it feels to have a normal heated hand on her face. Not werewolf hot or vampire cold, but just Rosalie temperature. "I guess."

The thumb travels to trace Bella's jawline, fingers tracing the scar intersecting her eyebrow, then falls back to stroke Bella's cheek.

Bella huffs out a breath quietly. Does Rosalie think this is a joke?

Rosalie tucks a strand of hair behind Bella's ear and whispers with adoration, "I'm sorry he hurt you."

Yes. Yes she does.

. . .

Trees don't fly by. Edward went fast, incredibly so. But, if Bella asked, Rosalie would slow down without a question or a complaining groan.

It was nice to be able to finally count and label the types of trees.

"Where are we going?" Bella murmurs, raising her hands above her head and yawns.

"It depends," Rosalie glances at her, smile playing on her lips, "where do you want to go?"

"I don't know," Bella yawns again, shutting her eyes and leaning her head against the seat. "It's your choice."

"Hm, It's about time I bring you home," Rosalie murmurs, bringing a hand to swipe the hair out of Bella's eyelashes. "You're dead on your feet."

"I'm not," grumbled words fall out of Bella's mouth. "I'm okay." She just really didn't want to go back to the place where Edward had assaulted her.

"Charlie will be wondering where you are."

Bella groans, fuzz behind her eyelids. "Fine, but I don't want to sleep."

"Resting isn't the same as sleeping Bella." Rosalie spares her an amused glance before focusing back on the road.

Bella looks her over, noticing the snug white v-neck shirt and black jeans, and rolls her eyes. Ridiculous how good Rosalie can make a simple shirt look.

Alright, hormones, get yourself under control.

Bella has always liked seeing Rosalie in white.

"You can stay the night if you want," Bella offers, clearly not thinking.

Rosalie smiles brightly, "I think I just might."

. . .

Rosalie glances over at Bella's sleep-ridden form, eyes landing on Bella's lips, ignoring how soft and pink it looks and glares at Edward-shaped teeth marks, hand shaped bruises on the human's hips, and red scratches on Bella's neck.

Rosalie is disgusted. How can he ever be so rough with her? This beautiful girl?

I would treat her as if she were my sky, Rosalie thinks, Gritting her teeth. I would never harm her, ever. I would keep her safe and warm and I would fucking love her. Not hold her down or keep her back. I would fucking cherish her and adore her; shower her with soft kisses and gifts. I would listen to her when she tells me to stop or that she didn't like something. I would treat her like an actual person, unlike Edward.

Rosalie is momentarily taken aback. Because where the hell did those thoughts come from? But the more she thinks about it, the more she appeals to the thought.

If she were to- If she were to-

She could keep Bella safe, make her free again.

And she could also piss Edward off and fight him every other chance she got.

I could make her happy.

Rosalie pulls up into Bella's driveway, unbuckled Bella and herself and takes the sleeping beauty into her arms. A warm feeling nearly smothers Rosalie gazing down at Bella.

Rosalie sighs. Her plan could never work. Even if Edward and Bella weren't mates, it was clear that Edward thought he deserved Bella, and was willing to do anything to keep her. And Rosalie wasn't sure how Bella felt about Edward, but it looked like she was trying her hardest to love him back.

Rosalie had other factors to consider, too, like how upset Esme will be once Edward doesn't have somebody to love.

It's almost too much to bear.

Rosalie can't rip her family apart.

But make no mistake, she's going to slam dunk his ass into the ground.

Maybe every time she sees him.

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Was this moving kind of fast? I mean, this is chapter eight, and I figured I might as well be moving this shit along but tell me your thoughts anyway.