Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Saga or these wonderful characters…except for Legacy but all else belongs to S. Meyer. WARNING: This chapter discusses the rape and assault on Rosalie that she describes in Eclipse. If this bothers you, please don't read but I thought it was very important to put it in here.

The Short life of Rosalie Hale

For the first time in six thousand years I did not participate in the Sunset Worship of our Lord. In that exact same moments as the Heavens were silenced, little Rosalie Lillian Hale took her first, miraculous, Life Giving Breath. Things change in an instant. The Life Giving Breath is actually the moment that the soul enters the body and doesn't leave until God demes it's time. If only humans could see it, birth would be an even more miraculous and awe inspiring moment.

Before her mother actually laid eyes on the tiny squirming figure, Rosalie was all ready the apple of her mother's eye. She was to be a prized addition to the family and the little girl that her mother would constantly dote on. Rosalie Hale was indeed that, one of the most beautiful babies I had ever seen.

She was a child that was born into a world of wealth and privilege and would never want for anything. As she lay in her basinet the nurses began to clean her off. This is when the child noticed me. I would be a constant presence in her life. It was a curious thing with children they could always see us. More often than not we were chalked off as the imaginary friends and soon around the ages of seven, eight and nine they could no longer see us anymore. For some I suppose that this would seem like a sad moment but it truly isn't. This lets us do the job we were charged with. Although, some, like Mrs. Masen never fully forget that there are things in this world that are unseen.

I watched as a very flustered nurse tried to wrap a wriggling Rosalie in a security blanket. I laughed out loud knowing that no one but the child could hear me. The baby stilled at hearing my voice and as humorous as the situation was I figured I could at least help out the ever so frustrated nurse. After several attempts at trying to secure the child, the nurse finally handed over Rosalie to her mother.

Being a charge over Rosalie was an easy job. She was rarely in trouble with her mother. Rosalie was the child most parents dreamed of, mild tempered and the jewel of the town's eye.

I watched little Rosalie grow from a beautiful child to a stunning woman. Gone were the days she would wake up from sleep and look around the room for me. Gone were the smiles and the laughter that we shared together. It was the way it was supposed to be. I had done this countless of times now. This act was not a sad one for me. It allowed me to do my job and guard her to the best of celestial abilities. She was becoming an envy of every young woman and brought lust into the hearts of men. She'd wink and smile all the while knowing exactly what she was doing.

I in turn envied her as well. Not for her youthful beauty but for the sheer fact that all she really wanted to do was settle down with some up and coming business man, be the love of his life, raise a bunch of babies herself, grow old with her love and watch her grandchildren playing in the yard. How could I not want that myself, it was all I wanted with Edward.

Edward. I sighed to myself. It was once a wonderful dream. My dream ended as soon as her mother came up stairs to wake Rosalie from her perfect peaceful slumber.

"Come on Rosalie," Her mother pulled back the covers in attempts to wake her. "I purposely forgot to make your father lunch this morning."

"You purposely forgot to make daddy lunch this morning?" Rosalie yawned.

"Yes, well," Her mother, sighed. "There seems to be a new assistant in your father's office. A young handsome assistant too."

This got Rosalie to perk up – a perspective husband.

"And," she encouraged her mother to continue.

"Oh, Rose," She helped her daughter get dressed and curl her hair. "His name is Royce Kingston and he's devilishly handsome. He's the son of your father's business partner and I think that the two of you would make a fine match indeed."

Mrs. Hale twirled her daughter around, getting a good look at her from all angles.

"So what do you think, momma? Am I beautiful?"

"Yes, Rose, yes." Her mother nodded in much approval. "Now come down stairs and lets get your father's lunch ready."

Rosalie all but skipped to the bank where he father worked greeting other passerby's as she walked. I couldn't help but feel happy for her. She was going to get all she ever wanted.

The secretary immediately ushered Rosalie into her father's office. "He's quite grumpy, you know. But he'll be glad to see you had brought him some lunch." Rosalie offered her a pretentious and fake laugh. The secretary tried to salvage some dignity, returned to her desk and applied more ruby red lipstick.

It was amusing to watch as people flaunted themselves over Rosalie. She may have wanted the perfect happy family but her beauty; her shallow beauty was everything to her. Rosalie looked down on those that she felt were beneath her. That in itself was a very ugly flaw and one she would never see for what it was.

As soon as her father opened the office door her eyes immediately lock on Royce. I could hear her heart flutter. Without a shadow of a doubt, she thought that she had found the man of her dreams. But this was wrong. This was so wrong.

I could see the blackness of his soul. The angel that guarded Royce had long been assigned to someone else leaving him to continue in his black deeds alone.

"No, Rose, no," I pleaded but to no avail. She would never hear me. "Please turn around and go home." I screamed at her.

Like magnets, her shallow but pure soul reached out to his dark and evil soul. In that instant I knew that it was over. Nothing good could come of this union.

Her father eagerly and gladly took his lunch from his daughter. Mr. Hale politely made the introductions knowing that his beloved daughter had capture Royce's blackened heart.

All I could do was watch as Rosalie and Royce courted for months on end. She never caught on to his wondering eye nor would she ever be present to witness his ever-roaming hands as they constantly caressed prostitute after prostitute or the occasional wanton lust filled woman who seemingly didn't care of sin and morality.

All the while, I had never seen Rosalie happier as her mother and the Rochester Social Club planned the wedding of the year. A very promising up and comer finally captured the bell of the town, that's what the local paper had said anyway. Oh, if they only knew.

There was nothing I could do to stop this marriage from taking place. It was unfortunately a part of life and one that I was forced to witness a thousand times before. My only hope was that Rosalie would experience some sort of happiness of her dream before Royce brought it all crashing down.

I walked beside a very happy Rosalie as she left her friends house for the evening. Up ahead I could see Royce and his friend drinking on the street corner. Not realizing that it was her husband to be was among the drunken bystanders she quickened her pace.

"Good," I thought. "Lets get you safely home."

Through his inebriation Royce caught sight of his fiancée.

"Oh, Rose," He called out. "Come here, darling."

"Royce, is that you?" She walked over to him feeling a bit safer and thinking that maybe; just maybe she wouldn't have to walk home alone now.

"Yes, sweetheart." He drunkenly sneered. "Guys, guys, I want you to meet my Rose." He all but yelled.

She slid over to him and took his hand in hers. "Darling, are you drunk?"

"Didn't I tell you that I captured the most beautiful woman in all of Rochester?" Royce ignored her question.

"I don't believe that you told us that she was this beautiful, Royce." In a disgusting display, his friend looked Rosalie up and down. "She'd be even more beautiful if she weren't covered by that unsightly winter coat."

Royce placed his hand on Rosalie's breast and began to grope her.

"Royce!" She shrieked and pulled away from his grasp. "I'll see you tomorrow when you are sober."

Rose walked away from them. I felt so helpless being only able to watch this sordid act take place. Royce fiercely grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to him again.

"Come on Rose, baby, don't be like that. Let them see the goods."

I've seen this act done thousands of time throughout history and it never ceased to shock me at how brutal the human race can be towards each other. No matter how loud I screamed or no matter how many times I tried to interfere, I could do absolutely nothing. I was forced to watch six men plus Royce repeatedly rape and beat Rosalie until she resembled nothing more than a bloody pulp lying in the street. Rosalie Hale was going to die before she even got to experience a portion of her dream.

I wanted to comfort her, take her in my arms, tell her to hang on and that she would be okay. But it would be a lie. Rosalie didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve to die like this.

I should have been paying more attention to my surroundings, as I would have heard the footsteps approaching long ago. Looking up I caught sight of the Good Doctor running towards Rosalie. Just maybe she had a chance. But I knew that it was a little too late for the Doctor to bring her to the nearest hospital.

The immortal took stock of the area and surveyed Rosalie, all the while shacking his head in despair. We both knew that her time on this earth was nearing its end. The Doctor quickly scooped her up and ran to his dwelling.

I had no problem following. I was glad that the Good Doctor had been the one to find her. Rosalie's parents would no doubt be heartbroken but they didn't need to see their daughter like this. Maybe he would do for her what he did for my Edward.

My Edward! I gasped. I was going to see him after all these years.

My non-existent heart skipped a beat when I spied him in the window. He was so handsome. His vibrant green eyes were replaced by the same golden honey color that the doctor had. I was glad that he seemed to have adopted the doctor's diet of animal blood.

With much excitement, I followed the immortal in the house. Edward perked up and looked at the door when I walked through. For a moment I thought that he could some how sense me being here. I would have welcomed it.

"Rosalie Hale!" Edward exclaimed. "Carlisle, what are you thinking? The town is surely going to miss it beauty queen."

"I was hoping that she could be a mate for you, like Esme's mine." The doctor laid Rosalie down a bed up stairs.

Rosalie being his mate, I couldn't even entertain the idea. But I suppose that if anyone was going to be Edward's mate than it should be Rosalie. They both deserved to be happy.

"A mate Carlisle?" Edward laughed in annoyance. " I really don't think so."

A third immortal joined the room. I could only guess that this was Carlisle's mate, Esme. She was a pretty woman with light brown hair that hung past her shoulders. She lovingly, almost motherly in a way, helped the Good Doctor clean Rosalie off.

"Do it Carlisle." She brushed her hand lightly against his cheek. "She's suffering."

"She's going to suffer even more after the venom courses through her veins, Esme." Edward sneered and backed himself up against the wall. "This is going to be a huge mistake."

He didn't want this. How could he not want somebody to have a second shot at life? I made sure it happened for him. Did he want to die of the Spanish Influenza? Had I made the wrong move in trying to save him? It was most definitely a selfish act on my part. But had I made a mistake?

"Edward, darling, Carlisle wants to do this for you. We both don't want to see you suffer alone anymore. You deserve to have somebody and be happy." Esme tried to coddle him. It didn't work. Edward only stiffened his resolve.

"What would make you think that I wanted her?" He said defiantly. "I didn't find her remotely attractive when she was alive. What makes you think it will be any different when she's a rabid newborn?"

Carlisle seemed torn. He wanted to give his son every thing that he had but creating a new vampire just so his son would be happy was wrong. Carlisle had Edward's mother's permission to go ahead and give her son a second chance at life. But Rosalie was different. She was unconscious and in less then a half an hour's time she will be dead.

The Good Doctor knew this. Time was running out so he made the ultimate choice for her. He chose to give her what he had even if Edward didn't want her.

I was happy. Rosalie will never have the life that she dreamed and longed for but she will have life again. It's my hope that she can at least find some of the happiness that she once had. Maybe in time Edward will change his mind and be what Carlisle longed for him to be.

My time with Rosalie was short. Being on the doorstep to death made her vaguely aware of my presence.

"I'm so sorry that I could not save you form the monsters that attacked you and left you for dead." I whispered in her ear. "I wish I could have done more for you. But I promise that you will be taken care of and loved."

I looked towards Edward one last time. I regretted that he was so unhappy and that I was so selfish for wishing this life on him. This immortal life should not have been forced on him. I could see this now but I just couldn't bear to be in a world where Edward doesn't exist.

In a whirlwind unbeknownst to the three immortals in the room, I was whisked away to my mountain top retreat upon a snowy peak in the Himalayas.

It's not uncommon for angels to spend some solitary time way from humans and angels a like after witnessing horrific deaths such as what Rosalie went through. To be honest, I really didn't see the point in me being the charge of Rosalie. Never once did I interfere with her life. I was more or less an unseen companion just along for the ride. And maybe that's what God wanted it to be for me.

As I sat down on my snowy retreat, I prayed to God that it would be a long while before He sent me another charge. And I also prayed that I didn't mess the life up of Rosalie like I had Edward's. I hoped that Rosalie would come to except it as the Good Doctor did.

Time means nothing to us, usually. But what seems like mere minutes are actually years on earth. Minutes, years ticked by before Legacy came to sit beside me in peaceful silence…and it was nice.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I just want to say thanks to all those that commented, and faved this story. It really makes my day. Have a great week.