Ohay everyone. So I'm sorry, but I'm going to go on an angsty little rant about my life, or lack of over here, feel free to just skip to the story.

So, as none of you know, today was my birthday. As is customary on Facebook, people often post on your profile cheery birthday wishes. It just so happened that last night, or this morning (I don't really know) a senior was killed, so the atmosphere throughout the whole day was pretty bleak. I didn't know her, and none of my friends knew her either. Today, when I got home I went on Facebook and looked through all the nice wall posts I had gotten. One of my close friends just wrote a mini paragraph about how she wasn't going to attempt to write a cute or clever paragraph, that today a horrible tragedy occurred, but that I should have a happy afternoon anyway, and to excuse her, but she was going to go lock herself in her room and cry. Am I a bitch to hate her for putting a dead girl she has never met over her best friend, on one of the best days of her year? Sorry.

No ownership.

Also, I know this isn't exactly Rosalie's story as defined in Eclipse or Breaking Dawn. I really don't care. This is my story.

The silence in the room was tangible. If I took out Cirrus, or if Percy took out Riptide, we could have cut through the awkward silence like a knife through butter. Alice shifted in her seat, a curious expression on her face. Rosalie gave an awkward cough, which in retrospect wasn't even necessary, since she's a vampire and therefore has no need to cough. I suppose it was just to remind everyone to keep their heads.

"uh, what?" Emmett said, his usual goofy expression still in place, but mixed with curiosity.

"I….er….When I was human, my best friend was a demi-god. We had the usual best friend package, sleepovers on weekends. Walks in the park, mooning over boys. The only difference was that I didn't have her over the summer, and when she said 'run', I had to run. No negotiations. The monsters never really attacked that much. She was a child of Hades, so of course her…smell… was strong. She was just…protected. She wasn't as rich as my family, her mother made clothing. Really nice clothing, actually. You didn't even go to any of the parties unless you were dressed in a one of a kind, made by her mother. I think it was the fact that we lived so close to New York that we had the protection that we did. If we had lived closer to the west coast, more hellhounds than I care to imagine might have attacked. She had also told me, her father hadn't had that many kids. Maybe one or two, but Hades wasn't the type to sleep around unless he found a woman he really loved. This meant that he put in a lot of effort to keep his 'sweetie pie' safe. Vera, that was her name, after we had been friends for years, she brought me to camp. Rochester and I were engaged, to be married in a few months. Vera's little boy was only a few months, but the monsters were coming more and more. It got to the point where she had to walk me home from her house, because the shadows followed me to my door, biting at my heels. I was invited in, and I wish I never had to leave. That was the only time I ever wasn't satisfied with the parents that I had.

After Carlisle changed me and Rochester was dead, but before I found Emmett, we were living in rural Ohio. A member of Aphrodite's cabin iris messaged me. Vera and her husband had been killed by a Harpie, the bitch had attacked them in their sleep. they never stood a chance, and now their son was orphaned. He was 17, and even though he was half god (His father had been a son of Apollo) it still would have been too risky to let him into my life. I still wasn't altogether over my bloodlust. So, I followed him to camp half-blood, where he remained until he was 18, then he went off to college to start a new life. I haven't checked up on him since."

Rosalie ended her monologue with a tearless sob. Emmett wrapped his arms protectively around her, as if to hold her together for fear of her shattering. She buried her head against his chest and sobbed.

As if on queue, Clarisse and Percy both rose, and I reluctantly did the same.

"We didn't want to open up old wounds. Bella informed us, there is another vegetarian vampire family in Alaska, we can try there. Thank you for your time." Percy said, politely. His civility surprised me, and despite my desire to stay by Edward's side, I followed them to the door. I heard Edward and Alice both rise and begin to protest.

The hellhound was on top of Clarisse before the door was opened all the way. One second we were somberly filing towards the door, the next it was in splinters and Clarisse was on the floor. Before the Cullens or I could react, Percy had Riptide uncapped and in the Hound's side. It collapsed on top of Clarisse, its dying breath escaping it in a huff. Percy chuckled as he and I tried to haul the thing off her.

After about half a second of struggling, Edward and Carlisle had the beast off her and pushed into a corner. Edward crouched protectively in front of me.

"very nice," I said, rolling my eyes, "You're a bit late though. I could have taken care of that myself."

He snorted, and relaxed his stance somewhat.

Alice's chipper little voice sounded from somewhere to my right.

"We'll join you."