Twilight and all of its characters belong to Stephanie Myers.

How Bella and Rosalie's first met.

The grass was thick under my stilettoes. I should have been in the forest hunting. But I opted for a nice walk in the park. The Seattle sky was thick with the promise of rain. Deep grey clouds loomed high over my head. The city seemed, in that moment, to have never looked more beautiful. We were here for a small time about 10 years ago, my family and me. At that time we were merely on a vacation from the small town feel of Denali. Seattle was our permanent residence over 60 years ago. Finally enough time had passed for us to come back and make a fresh start.

Around me there were six humans. The closest was a family of three lying out on a checkered blanket. The little girl favored her mother. And as she giggled from there familiar interactions, her father's eyes appraised me. His human disposition told him I was a danger to his offspring. The dark haired man instinctively pulled his little girl into his lap. I continued walking past the beautiful family. The next human came jogging past me with a small mp3 player blaring loudly. He was my height and sported expensive jogging apparel.

The others were much farther away. Both were females and at the park alone. Each looked in her own right, beautiful. I could see the short haired blonde's face. She looked to be in her fifties and was seated on a park bench reading the paper.

The other, a long haired brunette, was standing under my red alder. My favorite tree was small compared to most Washington species. It was here ten years ago and now all I wanted to do was visit it quickly and go on my way.

I needed to hunt. I had spent the last two weeks preparing for the move with my family. They were all in hunting territory by now. Yet here I was reminiscing about human life. Vampire life was not as easy for me. The others welcomed the experience now. I had to admit part of it was freeing. The running at top speeds, the time to do whatever I wanted. But the few positives did not outweighed the lifetime of loneliness. I desired a husband and family long before my creation. I spent almost a century loathing my never changing state. To be a vampire was to be alone. The vampire venom made me burn with need to consume the small giggling family I passed by earlier near the water fountain.

Edward and I were the only unmated ones in the family. The other three couples went on with their existence happily. Carlisle and Esme are the "parents". Alice and Jasper are the gifted couple. They each brought with them special gifts that come in handy to our family. Emmett and Irina are both the wild child of the family. They each grew up with large families and many siblings. Edward is alone, but happy with his studies. He also gets a kick out of reading everyone's personal thoughts.

It takes a second longer than it should for me to realize that I have wondered over to the red alder. The brunette is still facing away from me with her head down. She is only six feet away from me. And she looks as if she is appraising the roots of the small tree. But I'm guessing she is as far away in thought as I was. She is about 5'4 and slender. Her wavy hair had natural auburn highlights. Half was pulled back elegantly with a sapphire pin. I turn to walk silently away when the leaves of the red alder start to shake, almost violently. Before I smell the breeze hit my face, I feel it. My own blonde curls fly all around me. The intense smell of the young girl assaults my nostrils aggressively. She turns harshly after hearing the growl escape my lips. Before I can think to run I have her pinned against the frail tree trunk. I bury my nose in the source of the inebriating smell, her neck. Hungry growls seem to emanate from everywhere within me at once. One hand clings gently to the back of her neck. The other holds her tightly around the waist. We hear the tree trunk snap in several different spots.

I try to let go and think rationally. But even without the breeze her intoxicating smell fills my nose. I tear my eyes away from her neck to see her face for the first time. Her eyes pull me in further and it's not the fear that does so. Her beauty continues around her feminine body. Her makeup is flawless. Only a second has passed and her breathing starts to increase. I look into her dark brown eyes and see someone I can no longer harm. Her face is only an inch from mine. It's as if I see her entire being through the windows to her soul. She's kind, yet passionate.

With that thought alone I pull out of the trance. I looked around to see the damage. The tree is leaning severely. I look to the other humans and notice the wife of the dark haired man evaluating us from far away. I immediately try to calculate how much her human eyes could have seen. She is the only human to have caught on to my distress. Besides the victim herself that is. I lean in to her and quickly whisper.

"Wrap your arm around my waist and follow my lead" she seems to flinch at my harsh tone, but does as I ask. I begin to walk toward the direction of my truck. I start to consider my options when I hear the women who saw our encounter mutter 'look at those two' in a questioning way.

"Smile widely" I say to the shaking brunette as we get closer to the family of witnesses. The only way to make this look real is to act like a happy couple. Our interaction by the tree was much to risqué for mere sisters or platonic friends. We get past the family with no problems and make it to the cement walkway. My stilettoes start to click annoyingly, begging for attention from all around.

I'll have to take her away from here. I consider taking her to Carlisle to see if he has some kind of medication to wipe her memory. But I know that will only help with the short term problems. With that one lie we will have to create many more to tie everything together.

"Just breathe deeply. What's your name?" I ask trying to distract the shaken girl.

"Isabella" she answers weakly. We were still deep in the park. And at least 150 yards away from my suv. I was instantly grateful to have chosen the inconspicuous all-terrain vehicle. There had to be over 20,000 of them in Seattle.

Her breathing seemed to be under control. Her soft skin felt warm through my plain designer t-shirt. She had managed to push her arm under my cardigan. Her smell still burned my throat but the thought of hurting her haunted my senses.

"I'm sorry" the fact that I was apologizing to this weak creature astonished me. I was not accustomed to admitting fault. "I have a truck right over here I can give you a ride home." I said as we continued to walk briskly through the park. Of course I have no intentions of taking her home or not to her home at least.

"What are you?" Isabella bravely asks as we're walking under the entrance arches of the park. I spot the dark blue ford around the corner. The busy avenue is quiet today. There was one street merchant trying to sell the Saturday paper. He kept shouting about a politician's wedding. I didn't pay attention to him as I tried to answer Isabella's probing question.

"Does it matter? In about ten minutes this will just be a confusing mishap to you. You don't need to know anything about me other than the fact that I'm giving you a lift. You're safer if that's all you know." I add on the last part in a threating tone.

"You won't hurt me" The statement throws me off entirely. I look down at her confused face and wonder if she even knows what she's talking about.

"Isabella, let it alone!" I state bluntly.

"Bella"

"What?"

"I prefer Bella."

"Oh… right. Well Bella you're brave, but you don't know what you're saying."

We make it to the explorer and I put her on the passenger side. I lock the doors once in the driver's seat.

I start the engine and pull away quickly. I head out of city limits. I head towards the place I should have gone in the first place. I am suddenly furious with myself. I struggle to not rip off the steering wheel. I should not have stopped. I should have gone straight to our hunting spot. Inside the ford it's quiet. Her breathing is steady, but her heart rate is fast. She seems as lost in thought as I am. My cell phone starts to buzz from inside the console. I take it out and see that Alice is calling. Shit. Shit. Shit.

I hit the end button to stop the buzzing. Then there is a text message.

What are you doing? Take her back! _ Alice

At that point I begin to wonder where she sees me taking her because I'm still not sure. I turn unexpectedly on a seldom used highway. This narrow, winding road will lead to Port Angeles. I try to contemplate drinking the girl dry. I don't get half way through the thought before my brain starts to drum up different ideas. It seems as though I can't even think of killing her. She can't be allowed back with the knowledge of what I am. I will not put my family in that kind of danger. It's already too late for poor Alice. If the Volturi are brought into this, anyone with the knowledge of Isabella's meek understanding of our life will be punished.

You can't keep her!_Alice

To be Continued….SRY