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Chapter 13- Revolving Hearts

"When I opened my eyes I knew something was different. Carlisle explained to me what he was and what I had become." Rosalie informed me. "It took awhile before I fully understood the extent of what had occurred." Rosalie explained.

"About a week passed before I was somewhat sane. Carlisle had taught me some techniques to help fight the urge of human blood." Rosalie said. "One night I escaped from Carlisle's house. I walked into the town and looked around." I found myself quite intrigued with Rosalie's tale.

"I heard a man yelp. I quickly ran towards the dark street and stopped dead in my tracks. Royce was being beat up by the kings guards." Rosalie told me. "So I quickly killed the four guards and drained them dry. When their blood hit my lips I became something else." Rosalie confessed.

"Royce was cut and bleeding. His blood called me. I tried my best to stop myself but the blood was seductive. I bent down and pulled him up." Rosalie paused as she let the information sink in. "I was going to kill him Bella." Rosalie said guilty. "But when he opened his eyes and spoke my name I froze." Rosalie said.

"I dropped him immediately and stepped back. That's when Edward came and dragged me back. After that late night encounter, Carlisle suggested that we should leave London. And so we did. But not before hearing that Royce was classified as crazy because of me." Rosalie stated.

"Because everyone thought you were dead." I blurted out. "Rosalie, I never knew." I said. Rosalie smiled. "Its alright Bella. I just want you to understand something. I love Emmett and my family but I wish Carlisle would have just let me die." Rosalie confessed.

"To hear about your loved ones death. To watch them suffer because of you. Its the hardest thing to cope with. I know you love Edward and he truly adores you." Rosalie confirmed. "But perhaps another path would be wise." Rosalie implied. Was she suggesting that I choose Jacob?

"I told you my tale because perhaps you'll take what happened to me. And learn from my mistakes. Sometimes its ok to be selfish. To want kids and have a family." Rosalie suggested. She walked away as I became wrapped up in my thoughts.

Surely I knew it would be hard to see Charlie and Renee suffer. But I wanted to spend forever with Edward. Was that the wrong path? Was I being unfair to myself? I took a deep breath, I had absorbed a lot of information. So it wasn't that Rosalie hated me, she was just upset with fact that maybe I wasn't exploring my options thoroughly.

I headed upstairs and prepared for a hot bath. Charlie was trying to find a house for us to stay meanwhile. Charlie had decided to stay at La Push. He was currently at Billy's house. I told Charlie that I would feel more comfortable staying at the Cullens.

Surprisingly he found it to be a terrific idea. "Bella. Can I come in?" Alice asked politely. "Uh. One second." I called out. I unlocked the door and hurried into the bath. Just before I opened my mouth to speak Alice was already inside. "I forget how fast you are." I giggled.

Alice sat on the floor and stared at me intently. I rested my head on the tub as the bubbles and warm water soothed me. "So Rosalie told you her story." Alice commented. "Yeah." I confirmed. "I told her not to tell you. But I guess you have the right to know." Alice sighed.

"To know what? What happened to Rosalie?" I asked quickly. "No. I mean what she wanted to tell you but couldn't." Alice corrected. "Tell me what?" I asked nervously. "When Rosalie left London she did something she truly regrets." Alice confessed. "What?" I asked.

"She visited Royce ever so often." Alice said truthfully. "You mean after Carlisle and Edward left with her?" I asked stunned. Alice nodded her head. "Rosalie one night escaped to see Royce. Things got out of hand and she killed him." Alice said sympathetically.

My mouth hung open as Rosalie's pain became clear. She killed the man she loved. "Bella. Rosalie doesn't want you with Edward for one reason and one reason only." Alice informed. "She's had to live with the pain everyday for the rest of eternity." Alice said.

"She doesn't want Edward to kill you." Alice said slowly. "Kill me? He would never. You know that." I told Alice defensively. "Bella. Royce and Rosalie had sex. During the act she lost control and killed him." Alice cried. "What?" I said almost not audible to my own ears.

"We know this is what you desire. But Bella understand that your life is at stake." Alice lifted my chin. "We all love you. We just don't want to see Edward or you get hurt." Alice said kindly. I nodded my head in agreement. Alice was right I wanted nothing more then to make love to Edward.

But I would never inflict pain on him. Alice kissed my forehead and left me alone to untangle my thoughts. I sat up in the tub and wrapped my arms around my knees. I rocked myself back and fourth replaying Alice's words in my head.

I let out a low sigh as Edward came to my mind. I missed him dearly. It wasn't fair that he was taken away from me again. I pulled out the drain and wrapped myself in a towel. I needed to see him again. I stared at my reflection and frowned.

What did Edward see in me? Heidi was obviously perfect except for her attitude. I walked sluggishly over to Edward's room. "Bella." Esme called cautiously. "Come in." I instructed. I sat on the bed holding the towel firmly. "Hi, sweetie." Esme greeted.

I smiled in response. "I know you've had a long day. But there's something I'd love to share with you." Esme said in a sweet musical voice. "Of course." I smiled. "When I was human my dream was to bear children. To raise a family." Esme admitted.

Esme let out a low sigh. "When I was about Twenty three. I met a boy and he was absolutely wonderful." Esme explained. "He had dark hair and green eyes. He volunteered at a children's hospital." Esme grinned. "I went to see a doctor and they told me I could never have children."

"This was devastating news to me. I was far to embrassed to tell the man I loved that I could never bear his children." Esme said. "He found out and proposed to me." Esme said smiling ear to ear. "But one day I felt extremely sick so I went to the Doctors." Esme told me.

"Turns out I was pregnant. Bella, this was my miracle child." Esme said with a hint of sadness in her voice. "When I was about five months pregnant. I started having sharp pains. I lost the baby." Esme said. "That same day I found out that my fiancee was killed." Esme informed me.

I could hear the pain in her voice. "That would have been a piece of him. But I lost them both and I became depressed." Esme confessed. "A couple years later I met Carlisle." A smile returned to her face. "He was extremely handsome. I remember all the nurses and patients wanting to see him." Esme giggled.

"But when our eyes locked. It was true love." Esme said. "I became a nurse to help people and see Carlisle." She mused. "One night we had a ton of people rushed in. We did our best to be as quick as possible." I stared as Esme continued her story.

"I'll never forget it. A man walked in looking for pain killers. I told him that we didn't hand out morphine. That he would have to see the doctor" Esme said sternly. "I was going to look for Carlisle when." She paused. "Its ok." I confirmed.

"He shot me in the back." Esme said lowly. "I started to bleed instantly. I fell to the floor as he desperately searched for the drugs." Esme stated. "Carlisle came in not too long after that. He threw the guy out and looked into my eyes." Esme smiled.

"I told him that I loved him. He smiled and told me to close my eyes. I followed his orders and felt his cold lips at my neck." Esme finished. "I'm sorry if we're overwhelming you but I truly believe this was meant to be." Esme admitted.

"You have a choice. I mean I am truly grateful. I found Carlisle and my family. But it is your choice to become like us." Esme explained. "I am so happy to see Edward so well happy." Esme giggled. "Bella. Whatever choice you make. Let it be yours and not anyone else." She smiled.

I had a lot to think about. But things were becoming clearer by the minute.