AN: Hey – uh, sorry it took so long. I've had a couple of stressing weeks, and I haven't really been sleeping well for while and I've been pretty sick too over the Christmas holidays. Isn't it really annoying how you get sick when you would have been off school anyway?

Well, basically this is the chapter – but I'm not all that sure when I'll be able to update again. I've got some personal issues I have to deal with and my exams are all happening in the next couple of weeks which means I have to buckle down and study. I'm gonna be finished them on the 22nd, but after that I have some other personal crap I have to do, so I think the next chapter won't really be out until next month unless miraculously I get no exams …

Which isn't all that likely what with the strictness of my school …

So anyway … here's the next chapter.

Rosalie carefully smoothed down her fringe, hiding behind her pale blonde hair as she surveyed the human sitting beside her. The one who bore an uncanny resemblance to the woman in her memories. Well – at least her hair did.

Slightly angered at the fact her past life had driven her to spy on a human, and one so below her, she glared through her lashes and hair at the human sitting next to her.

Bella Swan sat rigidly straight – chin up, stomach pulled in, shoulders back, eyes forward. Almost, Rosalie laughed to herself, as if she had just stepped out from one of her etiquette lessons back when she had been human. If she was breathing – though Rosalie chided herself, obviously she was – you couldn't tell. The only sound was the scratching of her pen on paper as Bella took notes in an outdated fashion, her penmanship the calligraphy of centuries past.

Indeed, Rosalie was sure, her old tutors would be turning in their graves to see this girl now.

Unlike the other humans in the class, Bella merely sat stiffly and took notes. Occasionally she glanced up at the teacher to scowl when he said something she didn't agree with? Imagine, the human believed she was smarter than the teacher. Rosalie could not believe her misfortune; first home-room with eh girl – now English?

Yet she could not stop staring at her. Something about her that made Rosalie want to get to know her. Something that made her feel like she knew her before. Something -

"Can you please stop staring at me, Rose?" She muttered, not bothering to turn her head from where she was looking out the window. Still her penmanship did not falter.

"Its Rosalie," a cool tone instantly crept into her voice.

"I know – I just like Rose better. Its less impersonal, wouldn't you agree?" The words stirred something in her mind, but she put it away to dwell on for later. After all, vampires couldn't sleep so she had plenty of time.

"I never said you could call me that. I like it being," she paused to lace the words with sarcasm, "'impersonal'."

Her eyes never left the teacher as she continued, "That's fairly anti-social of you, wouldn't you agree? I know a good therapist that may be able to help you with your problem." A cold tone crept into her voice, replacing the sweet innocent tone used previously.

"No thank you." Rosalie glared at her unmoving head, angered that the brunette had still not moved her head or met her eyes.

"Too bad then."

Rosalie glanced up for a second, her expression flickering into unknown territory for a moment before it resumed its regular position of the Ice-Queen. There was something about the girl, and those last three words. She said them in the context of their conversation, but they seemed to imply something else, something … more.

"Are you done staring about me?" She murmured, clicking her pen to close it as the teacher called the class to an end. There was a detached coldness in her voice that affected Rosalie far more than it should, the voice colder than hers would ever be.

Finally looking up at Rose's eyes as she swung her bag over her shoulder, she gave a harsh glare and left, leaving Rosalie stricken and panicked.

Her eyes were black.

Her face was half-hidden in the darkness of shadows as she made her way towards the furthest empty table from the Cullens, though Rosalie thought, it did not seem to bother Bella Swan as it would a normal human. Promptly slamming down her lunch tray onto the dusty table, she eyed it with great distaste before hastily scooting to the darker side of the table.

Bella showed no emotions apart from an occasional flicker of boredom while she lazily picked at her food, shredding her burger with her fingertips absent-mindedly and slowly dabbing her finger into the carton of raspberry yoghurt and gazing at it thoughtfully for a moment before wiping it on her napkin.

Once, her nostrils sharply inhaled and Bella closed her eyes for a moment, as if savouring it before slowly exhaling. It was the first time Rose had ever seen her breathing.

But not once, did Bella lift her head from the food she was slowly dissecting to look up, and this was what infuriated Rosalie most – Rosalie had to know she hadn't been hallucinating earlier. That this girl – this annoying human – had eyes that had really flashed black.

But of course, Rosalie was sure, there was most likely a medical condition which did that. Making a mental note to ask Edward about it, she resumed her stare at the table across the room.

And while Rosalie had been looking away, a small smirk spread across Bella Swan's face and slowly she lifted her face to stare coldly at Rosalie – all traces of a smirk gone. There was an emptiness in her eyes that scared Rosalie, and a raw hatred in her face that made the Ice-Queen shrink back in fear. But as Rosalie thought later in her bedroom, that hadn't been the worst thing.

Because Bella Swan's eyes were black once more.

In spite of herself, Rose couldn't help the cool shiver that crept up her spine as she watched the Swan girl angrily pick up her tray and toss the remains of food into the bin, oozing a timeless grace from centuries long forgotten. Without looking at Rose again, Bella Swan swept out from the room, leaving the vampire in shock.

Emmett glanced over at her for moment, an expression of concern crossing his face, "Are you okay, Rosie-Baby?" He asked, reaching a hand to slide up her leg.

Rosalie slapped his hand away as she gazed at the four vampires, "Did none of you just see that?" She asked, a shocked expression covering her face.

"What were we meant to be seeing, Rose?" Edward asked sarcastically. "Your deep obsession with the new girl?"

She glared up at him, glancing around at the other vampires for some support, "Come on, you guys had to have seen that, right?"

"Well, Rosie, I have absolutely no problem with some girl-on-girl action with you and the new girl - even if she is human – so long as I get to watch. Hey, baby, maybe we can share her?" He grinned up at her, a seductive smirk spread across his lips as he winked.

Alice smiled sweetly as a cool bitchy laugh came from her mouth. The kind of laugh girls used when they were being bitchy to each other but didn't want the boys to know about it.

Emmett lifted his hand once more to slide up her thigh, and hastily, she slapped it away. A resounding thud echoed around the cafeteria as their hands made contact. Humans glanced up as Emmett stared disbelievingly at his wife, "What the fuck?"

Only Jasper looked up at her, a concerned expression crossing his face as he stared at her, "Are you okay, Rose?"

"No."

Rosalie's lips curved upwards into a snarl, watching the humans file in obediently after the teacher, conversing about the trivial matters only human adolescents would consider important. Only one girl held back, refusing to speak to the boys attempting to gain her attention, nor acknowledge the whispered gossiping of her female peers.

Because Bella Swan – the annoying infuriating flabbergasting human – was texting someone on her state of the art phone, which Rosalie happened to know, wasn't available until next month. First of all – who the hell was she texting that was so important she wouldn't socialise with the other humans – and secondly – how on earth had she gotten the phone?

The girl's phone buzzed, and her eyes flickered down to read the message, a little musical laugh falling from her lips before reading on and swiftly replying with long pale fingers.

Indeed, Rosalie was so caught up with this spectacle, that with all of her superior knowledge and traits, she did not hear footsteps coming towards her and stopping beside her, "You really are bothered by her, aren't you?" A low masculine voice murmured in her ear.

Abruptly, Rosalie was pulled from her train of thought to look up at Jasper studying her intensely. A small frown was spread across his forehead, and his eyes were tightened with worry as he read her emotions.

"I'm not bothered by her," Rose glanced up at his disapproving eyes, slightly defeated by the person who knew her best. "I'm just ..."

"You shouldn't get involved with humans – it won't end well for either party."

"Jasper," Rosalie sighed in annoyance, pinching her nose between her fingertips, "don't go all military and strict on me – okay? Its just, I feel like I know her, like I remember her or something ..." Her voice faltered, not sure how to voice what she was thinking, and afraid she had already said too much.

"You think – you think that you remember her? From," he lowered his tone, "your old life?" His honey eyes stared at her in concern.

"Yes!" I look at him, trying to gauge how crazy he thought I was from his expression, which now seemed to be on an emotional lockdown.

"First, I don't think you're crazy – strange, vane and a little creepy perhaps, but not crazy – well not mental. And second, up your self-esteem woman! I don't want to sound like one of the woman on Alice's magasines, but you totally need to, especially because its affecting moi because of my," he glanced around at the dawdling humans, "thing. I don't want to go home and have to stare in the mirror at my imperfections, okay?" Jasper grinned at me, and I knew this was him trying to make me feel better. A bubble of laughter escaped from my throat, before I looked up at him, serious once more.

"I think it could be serious, Jasper." She grimaced, staring at the girl who appeared to have ruined her already troubled life. And in her memories, she seemed like such a sweet girl, too. "I think we might be in trouble."

AN: So … ta-da!

I know its not that long and stuff, but I've been stressed – and I hate the way I keep bringing it up, and you guys probably do too for bringing it up, but I think I'll be fine soon and I can stop leaving all these notes like this and just be kind of like leaving a note about something completely normal and light-harded like I have too much homework!

Anyway, I'll be back next month, or sooner if I can find any time, but fancy leaving a review even if you are a little angry at me? I don't really mind if its the most scathing hostile violent offensive review ever in human and animal history. As long as its a review, I don't really mind if you slag off the story … But I suppose it'd be nice if you say nice things too … I'll leave up to you – if you fancy a rant, or want to be complimentary, just click on the button …

Thanks for reading it.

molly.