A/N: Okay, so this will probably be the last one for a little while. I'm starting college next week and well, I have a very demanding major being in architecture, so I'll have little time to even work on my other classes, let alone fanfiction. Enjoy this one though – it was fun trying to incorporate all of the deadly sins and it was really really fun writing from a different perspective. I'm so used to Edward (oh my gosh, I only seem to write from Edward's perspective – I guess I just find him too easy), so this has been a fun exercise.

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, not I.

025. Cancer -

"Remind me why we are doing this?"

"Come on Rose, it's not a big deal. We've got to help Bella out."

"Right…help her out."

It is not as though I hate her. I mean, we talked and I think she really understands, or well, has a better understanding of why I am the way I am. I may not be human anymore, but that does not mean that the worst cannot come out of me. Even if it is a deadly sin.

Jealousy.

That's right. No matter how much she found it hard to believe, I am terribly, horribly, irrevocably jealous of Isabella Swan because of her humanity.

Yes, I have Emmett who I love dearly. I have great beauty, style, and can fiddle with cars to my heart's delight…

But I'm not human. I'm some creature who uses the lives of other creatures to sustain my own.

And they can't kill me. They cannot evade me. I could make even the strongest fall.

"What – are you afraid she's going to bite your nose off your face and you'll be left with some scar? Come on, stop messing around."

I want to help her out. I want to be a good future-sister-in-law. I want to be good, I want to subjecting Bella to my wrath, I want to stop being so greedy, I want to stop lusting after a life I can't have, I want suck up my pride, I want to stop being jealous. Damn it, forget all that – why am I such a glutton?

I want to be human.

But I'm not human. I'm some creature who uses the lives of other creatures to sustain my own.

And they can't kill me. They cannot evade me. I could make even the strongest fall.

Why am I so prim, so proper yet so hurtful? Couldn't I have avoided turning out this way? I mean really, who would have chosen to act like this?

Then again, who would have chosen to be me – be a vampire?

Oh wait, I can answer that one.

Somewhat intelligent, but ironically even more idiotic Bella Swan.

"Rose, if you don't get in the car now, we're going to have to run there instead."

I am a cancer.

I use people so much of my life. I take from them until there is nothing else for them to give. I am not a parasite. I'm not some foreign entity that all of a sudden pops up out of nowhere. All the writers got that phrase wrong since the 19th century.

No, I was born of the body of humans. I was created by them, nourished by them, loved by them. I did not invade their lives coming out of nowhere.

Something else tampered with me. I did not want to be this way, but it happened and they can only reverse me by killing me. But my death is slow and painful for more beings than just me.

I am a cancer.

And even cancer cells can be jealous of those normal cells that outnumber them. And even cancer cells can be taken aback by a normal cell that attaches and desperately wants to be taken over, putting up no fight like those other poor cells.

"ROSALIE HALE! If you don't get in this car right now, I'm going to take all your stuff away and you'll have no access to the garage at all for at least 50 years. Period."

"Oh, alright already. I'm getting in Emmett, I'm getting in."

Can we add sloth to that list too?

I think I've got them all covered now.