Yay! Thank you for reviewing! I thought you all hated me. Thanks so much. (Sobs in relief) Thanks ) You are all so nice to me and I don't deserve it. Well here is me updating again. Hopefully this doesn't turn out bad. Oh and to clear something up for everyone…MIKE IS NOT A SHAPESHIFTER. Hehe you got that? Just thought I'd clear that up for you guys. Well, I'll tell you his real power soon. I can't wait for the 'big debut'. Hehe…my school is having a carnival. I'm so happy ). It's fun and I'm going back tomorrow. Okay on to the story…

Rosalie's P.O.V.:

(A/N: I'm going to be focusing on Alice, Rosalie, and Mike's point of views for the meantime. This is so that I don't confuse my readers and because I'm having a lot of fun doing it. Hehe…)

"Edward?" I called out weakly, still running. I was beginning to get slower, the weight of all the blood weighing down heavily on me. Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god…What was happening? I'd had another blackout but now I remembered what happened. I had been sleeping but this time I realized what was happening. This was certainly not normal. It was…

A high-pitched scream echoed off the trees and immediately I changed direction. How was that vampire so goddamn smart? The wailing continued and I began to run faster, pushing myself. I had to make it. I despised the blackouts now. What had I been thinking when I was wishing for a chance to dream again? To be unconscious even for a second? That was so stupid of me. Abruptly the noises stopped and instead the darkness and silence of the forest closed in around me menacingly.

"Stop it!" I yelled at nobody in particular. "Just stop it!" I was sobbing without tears now. Maybe this was how Alice had felt when she had been having vision during her human life. Maybe I should've been easier on her those first few years… I sighed in frustration. Rosalie, get a hold on yourself. You are not crazy. Do you hear me, not crazy!

Then why are you talking to yourself? Another voice asked me. I pouted. Wait, were two voices talking to each other in my head? Maybe I was going insane…"No," I whispered, "I'm not insane."

The blood was making it harder and harder to keep going on. It was so hard…but I had to continue. For Emmett if not for Edward.

"Bella?" I whispered, my voice shaking.

What have I done? Don't blame yourself; you couldn't have done anything… This was the annoying voice in my head again. Stupid, stupid voice! Just shut up already! I was terrified. Yes, as crazy as it sounds, I, Rosalie, am terrified. If you had told me that a week ago, I would've laughed in your face and said you were insane. So much has happened since then… So much has happened since yesterday…

I closed my eyes for a second, trying to gather up what little strength I had. When I opened them again, I was barely surprised to see the striking flash of red eyes before I was pulled into the darkness yet again. This time I went willingly, too exhausted to do struggle. I'm sorry Emmett…I've failed you.

This was when the images came again, floated around me, in front of me, into me. This was the worst part of the sleep. I didn't dream. I had nightmares. Everything that plagued me when I was awake was so much worse when I was asleep. I kept turning as the images glimmered in and out of focus. Finally, one came into focus, blocking out the rest. Immediately I broke down into sobs when I saw what this strange world was trying to show me. This was when I felt an abnormal sensation on my face. I reached up to wipe my face when I realized I was crying. I had actual tears. I hadn't felt tears in so long… This went to the back of my mind when I began to relive the nightmare that was yesterday morning.

Someone had just knocked on the door, so after making sure Bella was okay, I walked over and opened it. "Rosalie…" a voice, smoother than silk, whispered.

"Who is it?" I asked. At the time, I had been confused and I was confident in my belief that I could take on anyone and anything.

"You have something I want," the voice stated, not wasting any time.

"What?" I asked, surprised. For some reason, my mind went back to the nightmare I had had just minutes before and an involuntary shiver went up my spine.

"Give me Bella."

"Who are you?" I asked, desperately searching the shadows outside of my room.

That's when I saw it. A figure strode up to me, way too fast to be a human. "Do you recognize me, Rosalie?" The figure moved a little closer but I still couldn't make out its face. "Don't you know me?"

"N…no…" I stammered.

"Oh, is the great, beautiful Rosalie scared?" he said in a mocking tone. "Don't be afraid, Rose, I won't hurt you. I just want Bella. She and I were made for each other. I know you have her. I gave you to her. Don't you remember? Don't you remember, Rosalie?"

At this, he stepped into the light revealing the figure's true identity. It was Mike Newton. "Rosalie, you know me now right?"

"Mike," I said, with a slight nod. This was all too confusing. "But…how?" This question summed up so many things. How did he give Bella to me? How did he evade Edward? How did he find me? How did he make me sleep? How could he do this to my family? I had so many questions.

"Ah, later Rosalie. I'll answer all your questions. You have been really good."

"What are you going to do with her?" I asked, suddenly worried for Bella's safety.

"I'm going to make her want me. Then, I'm going to hurt him like he hurt me all those times. He doesn't deserve Bella. He isn't good enough." He concluded his little speech with a wide grin that chilled me to the bone.

It was at this moment that I knew what I had to do. I had to save my family.

"Do you want to see her?" I asked, motioning him in.

"Oh, Rosalie, I knew you'd see my way." He stepped into the room quickly, shutting the door behind him.

I led him into the living room and paused for a second. I made the decision in less than half a second and I turned on him. I launched myself at him, but he seemed to be prepared for this. "Rosalie, I know what you really want. You want to give Bella to me. All she's ever done is cause trouble to your family. I can make that all go away. Just trust me…" At this, his eyes flashed red for a second then slid back to his normal color which was an abnormal shade of violet. This was when I felt the darkness swallow me up and when I began to fight it. Vaguely I heard Mike's voice whispering some words to me. I couldn't understand him though.

Horrified, I watched as my body began to fight itself. I was scratching and hitting myself with all my might, tearing off skin here and there, making me bleed. The most alarming thing, however, was that I was unable to control myself. The whispering continued into I had beaten myself into a bloody mess and it had stopped. Struggling and writhing on the floor, I closed my eyes, hoping that I could wake up somehow. This was a mistake though. I had been concentrating on being awake and I was…in a way. My body was still moving and responding but I had no control whatsoever over what I was doing.

Behind my closed eyelids, I saw the real world. I was carrying a screaming Bella out of the bathroom and into the welcoming arms of Mike Newton. Stop! I tried to scream. I didn't want this. I wanted to save Bella, to help her. Mike wouldn't be able to control himself. He would suck her dry. His plan wouldn't work. Gathering what was left of my will, I tried my hardest to get close to Bella. To whisper for her to calm down. To bite her. Yes, I bit Bella. Mike was livid but he left, snarling that he'd get me back for that.

What seemed like hours later, I finally woke up for real. I had discovered that while in the dream state if I closed my eyes, I had access to the real world. I tried to sit up but a loud, agonizing shriek stopped me. Surprised, I realized it was my own. Shocked, I watched as my beautiful marble skin turned into the bloody mess that had been me in my dream. Still shrieking because of the pain, I managed to get up and get over to the side table. It had been ruined along with everything else somehow. Also, blood now covered every inch of this place. Sniffing, I vaguely registered that this was a mixture of bears, deer, and Bella blood.

Remembering what I had done in my sleep, I returned to the task at hand. I wrote the only two words I could think of to sum up what I was feeling right now. "I'm sorry," I wrote in my elegant script. Putting it into the envelope with the red rose that I had found near my bed, courtesy of the hotel, I slipped it carefully onto the kitchen counter making sure that not an inch of blood covered it so that it would be easier to spot once one of my family members came here. I knew it would be only a matter of time before they came.

That's when I jumped out the window, limping and running, trying to find Mike. He led me on a hot pursuit through the forest where it all began again. This is where I was now…Mike had done it somehow. This was all Mike. All I could do now was lay there letting the darkness consume me, silently wishing for Emmett and wondering how Mike had gotten so goddamn smart.

Yes, another brain puzzle for you. I am so mean. Well, if you're wondering why it's so confusing, let's think here. This is Rosalie's point of view. While she certainly isn't stupid, she isn't known to be the smartest out of all the Cullens. And as for Mike, what do we really know about Mike. Nothing really and that makes everything possible. There are so many what-ifs at this point. Well sorry it's confusing, basically, Rosalie thinks she's going insane and trust me…there are a bit of uh…things that Rose learns that will become helpful soon. Basically, it's up to Rosalie to save Bella and stop Mike right now. The fate of everyone and this story is in her hands. The only question is, do you trust her? Haha…I'll try to update soon. Next chapter is in Mike's p.o.v.