Rosalie's Point of View

"You're going to her house?" Alice seethed.

I glared at them when they all started to gape at me. "Is that such a bad thing?"

Alice huffed. "Well, let's see, Rosalie. You've turned into a hypocrite!"

"Me?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, you." She laughed humorlessly. "Or is it so hard to understand that Rosalie Hale isn't as high up on that horse as she thought she was. For crying out loud! You've always told us not to get involved with humans and when I try you yell and moan, and bitch!"

"This is different."

She scoffed. "Oh, yeah, it's different for the all knowing Rosalie Hale."

"Enough!" Carlisle ordered angrily, causing us all to flinch. He never got angry, ever.

Esme smiled at me encouragingly. "I'm happy for you, Rosalie. Oh sweetie, I've never seen your eyes so bright, besides when you brought Emmett here, you've always looked so destroyed."

Emmett wound his arm around my shoulders tightly. "Yeah, babe, I'm happy for you too. This...What's her name?"

"Isabella." A voice answered.

We all turned to look towards Edward. We had been so into our discussion that we hadn't notice him appear.

"Edward!" Esme gasped. She pulled out of Carlisle's arms and gave him a hug. She then looked into his eyes and slapped him hard.

Emmett snickered. "Damn."

"Don't you dare ever even think about leaving again!"

"I'm sorry." He apologized, his eyes showing his sorrows and his voice clear with sincerity. "I didn't want to leave, but, oh, God, her blood." He rubbed his eyes wearily. "I-It was too much. If I had killed her, I don't know what I would have done."

I stood up, getting ready to leave only for Alice to glare at me.

"No you don't! We still need to talk about this."

I rolled my eyes. "There's nothing to talk about, Alice. I love you dearly, you're like a sister to me, but Bella is my English partner and she asked me to come over, I can't just refuse."

"You're going to her house?" Edward asked with a growl low in his voice.

I wouldn't let myself think it with Edward around, so for extra precaution I started to hum a song inside my mind that Edward hated.

"What are you hiding?" He questioned with narrow eyes.

I blinked in confusion. "I don't know what you mean..."

"Bullshit." Alice muttered.

I glanced at the clock and shrugged lightly. "Sorry, I'm not hiding anything. She's just a friend that wishes to get an A plus on our project. I have to go anyway."

Emmett kissed me goodbye and rushed to my car before anybody could object again.

Bella's Point of View.

"Oh, Marie." She cooed as she brushed lightly through the knots of my hair. "Everything will be alright. Rosalie is here to protect you."

I shook my head roughly, letting my hair fan my face before brushing it aside. I've never daydreamed of her before.

I heard the front door open and close. His boots clomped against the floor, unintentionally loud. I heard him undo his belt and hide it somewhere I didn't know.

He greeted me in the living room. I had turned the TV to his favorite sports network and held a beer in my hand, thrusting it towards him with a cheerful hello. Lauren was a liar. He – every once in a while – liked to drink a bottle of beer while watching baseball so he didn't get riled up, but usually, he just drank coke.

"Hi, Dad."

He smiled at me and took the beer hesitantly. "What's, uh, what's this all about?"

I urged him to sit down. "I took your advice." I said nervously. "And I 'made a friend'."

"That's great!" He said happily.

"Her name is Rosalie Hale." I added. "She's my partner in English class, I invited her over for dinner and I wanted to make sure it was okay with you."

"Absolutely." He nodded. "The Cullens are always welcome over here. Carlisle and Esme Cullen, I swear, are the kindest people you will ever meet."

"Do you know them personally?" I asked curiously. He never spoke of anyone like that.

He flushed. "Well, no, but they leave an impression on you."

I laughed and then smiled when I noticed the time. "She'll be here any minute!"

"I'm glad you made a friend, Bells."

I thought for a moment. "It almost seems as if we're sisters."

He smiled widely, so wide that I'd think it would have to hurt his face. He looked so...genuinely happy for me. After the incident with Lauren and Matt, all he wanted to do was make me smile again. I did, for his sake, but he knew it was halfhearted.

A knock sounded at the door and I hurried to get it. I smiled when I saw her soothing look. She looked just as glad to see me.

"Hi, Rose!" I greeted. She froze and the smile wiped off my face. Shoot! What did I do? "Did I say something wrong...?"

She shook her head, seemingly waiting for something, but realized it wouldn't come. "No, no, nothing. You didn't say anything. I...I love that nickname. I would like it if you called me Rose."

I blew a breath of relief. "Absolutely. My Dad can't wait to meet you...formally?" Had they met before?

She nodded. "Yeah, formally."

"Dad." I called. He looked up from his TV his eyes widening when he caught sight of Rose. "Dad, this is Rosalie Hale."

He smiled, unsure. His face showed that he was stunned and I couldn't help but let out a quiet giggle.

She smiled back warmly. "Hello, Chief Swan."

"Charlie." He corrected. "Call me Charlie."

She nodded. "Charlie it is. It was nice seeing you again."

"Dad, we're going to be up in my room."

He nodded. "Okay, Bells."

Rosalie's Point of View.

She pulled me up – well, as much as a human could pull someone like me – up the stairs. Her bedroom was tiny, her main colors blue and black. I could tell that it fit her personality. She had a dark side, the way she looked at men as if they betrayed her.

"So, how would you like to start the project?" I asked as I sat on her blue covered bed.

She pulled out the swivel chair that was placed at her desk. She turned it towards me and sat on it. Her face was serious as she looked at me. "Rose." I smiled. She had to be my baby sister, somehow, I knew she was. "I didn't bring you here for the project."

I looked at her cautiously. "You didn't?"

"No." She confirmed. She looked at me, meeting my eyes and not turning away like most humans did. "I know you feel it too. You have to."

"Feel what?" I asked, already suspecting what she was going to say.

"A connection." She insisted quietly. The blood flowed up to her cheeks as she realized how ridiculous she sounded. "Rose, you look so familiar. I...I have dreams, every night." She motioned towards her pillow. "Lift it up."

A black leather bound book. It was warn and frayed at the edges. On the binding it said in silver calligraphy, "Dream."

"Open it, read through it."

The blonde haired girl...

She looked at me with sad, violet eyes...

I was buried in her blonde hair as she held me tight to her chest, nursing the pain I felt both physically and mentally...

She looked at herself in the mirror, the black bruise forming already. She turned towards me. "Am I hideous?" I wanted to cry.

"No!" I said firmly. "And do not think otherwise."...

I silently closed the book, looking at her.

"Rose, tell me what it means, please. I've been having these dreams since I can remember. I thought I was going crazy when I saw you in person, and then I thought I should be locked up when you called me, Marie."

I felt the venom pool behind my eyes, but it would never fall. "Oh, Marie."

"Bella." She said softly.

I laughed with no mirth. "I know."I looked her dead in the eye. "You can't freak out. Please don't."

"I won't." She said. "I promise. I just want answers."

"I was born in Rochester, New York," I avoided her gaze. "Nineteen-fifteen. I died in nineteen-thirty-three."

"H-How is that possible?" She asked. I could hear her heart beat faster.

"I was...raped by my fiance and his friends. They left me on the ground and Carlisle Cullen found me, and bit me. He damned my life to an immortal existence when I should have died." I looked at her. "I was dead, for a very long time. I was more dead than a vampire should be. Because I died, Bella, I died, when you died."

She frowned, letting out a tiny gasp. "B-But I'm still here..."

"You're my sister, Bella. I don't know how it's possible, but you are. You look just like her, talk just like her, well, almost, she had a bit more of a temper." I chuckled. "A temper...that got her killed."

Third Person.

"No." She whimpered. Her beautiful blonde hair trailed down to lightly dust the other girl's face. "No, no, no!"

She pulled away from the body. Her skull was caved in from his boots hitting her in the temple.

"Don't...Don't die, Marie. Please don't. I love you. You're all I have left. Yo-You were supposed to grow up, and leave, and get married, and have kids." She cried, no tears trailing down her flawless face. "Not this."

"I'll kill him." She said darkly. "He'll die the worst death imaginable. I swear to it." She pulled the dead girl to her chest, cradling her. "I love you." She sobbed harder. "D-Don't leave me."

The blonde didn't notice the tiny white speck of light float from her sister's chest. Too consumed with grief to see that the speck floated in the air, not sure to stay still and be remorseful, or joyous that it was over. Suddenly, though, before the white particle could decide, it was engulfed in a dot of blue light, disappearing to another time.

There it is, I hope you guys enjoyed it. I think I'm going to update everyday. What do you say?