Had these last two chapters prepared, that's why you're being spoilt with two in one night!

The first encounter between Rosalie & her newborn.

Enjoy xo

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For two days I watched over Isabella, sitting in the tree just outside of her hospital room. Charlie Swan had visited both days, spending the entire day at her bedside with multiple styrofoam cups of coffee, several hours of on and off napping. He would grunt at the lack of movement from his daughter, checking the heart monitor that of course was only beeping at a healthy rate. I watched how he would hover over her and kiss her forehead, mumbling that her mom would be pissed, and begging her to wake up.

He would joke to himself that he was missing having home cooked meals, groaning at the thought of the microwave meal that awaited him tonight. He was a good father - an overprotective and awkward one, but a good father. I couldn't but smile as I had watched and listened to his interaction with her motionless body. If only he had known what was happening to her body. He had no idea the searing pain that Isabella would have been feeling, the fire that would have been spreading throughout her body.

Carlisle had snuck into Isabella's hospital room multiple times throughout both days, when the room was completely empty, to inject further amounts of morphine to prevent any movements or sounds from her. The venom would have been burning off the morphine as it worked its way through her bloodstream. Each time he entered I envied him. I had kept myself as far away as I physically could handle. Knowing she would have been in tremendous amounts of pain was difficult enough for me to handle.

Now as I sat once more in the tree outside of her room, Carlisle beside me, I could hear her heart beginning to completely slow down. Charlie had left her bedside for the night, the night staff now in place. Isabella had already received her check up, and the staff would now leave her be, unless the monitors spiked. Carlisle gripped the tree, and leant forwards slightly as he silently counted the time in between her heart beats. I gnawed at my bottom lip, fixing my blonde hair back into the same pony tail it had been in for the past few days. No matter how many times Carlisle had insisted I leave and feed, I couldn't remove myself from her side. He understood the pull I felt, and assured me that he would no longer insist that I feed until she had woken up.

"We should go in now." Carlisle suggested, raising to his feet in the tree and looking down at me whilst straightening his shirt. "She's almost done, and we'd be best getting her out of the hospital before her heart completely gives way. She'll wake up and there'll most likely be a commotion, which will alert the staff."

I nodded and jumped to the window, clinging on to edge of the window frame and hopping inside. The smell of decay had faded, the smell of the venom taking over her scent momentarily. Her heart was getting slower and slower, and I could see a slight twitch in the muscles in her neck and shoulders.

"Take her to the woods, but break off some of her cast for me and leave it on the bed. I have an idea." I shook my head at carlisle's mysterious plan, but understood and began taking the wires off of Isabella's skin, breaking pieces of the cast off and scattering them beside the bed, leaving other bits on the bed. I finally removed all of the wires and carefully picked her up bridal style, keeping her head supported with my arm. She looked beautiful, the venom taking its effect on her face and removing all signs of an accident. The matted blood that lay in her hairline, was something I would have to insist she dealt with soon. "Go!"

I listened to Carlisle and jumped back out of the window, landing in the tree and jumping off through the parking lot, and into the woods at a speed that no human eye would have noticed. Isabella's heart continued to slow down, her body beginning to twitch even more in my arms, her small mouth opening slightly. I ran deep into the forest, as close to our house as possible just as her heart pushed it's last few pumps out. I chose to lay her down on the ground and breaking the remains of her casts off of her and throwing them aside, taking a step back and crouching down slightly with my hands clasped in front of me in an attempt to look as harmless as possible.

Her back arched off of the ground with her heart's last beat, mouth letting out a shrill screech before her body fell flat against the floor. I took in one sharp breath, watching her hands twitch and grab at the floor beside her. I spotted her eyelids opening and red eyes glancing at her surroundings. I couldn't help the smile that appeared on my face, as I watched her mouth drop open as she obviously took in the detail that her new eyesight provided. She was dazzling, and I had yet to see her completely. The pull in my chest felt stronger than normal, but it felt right.

"Isabella?" I whispered, knowing full well that she would hear it as though I had spoken in a normal tone of voice. Her entire body reacted, jumping into a defensive crouch and eyes locking onto mine as she snarled.

Her vicious stare relaxed as she took a moment to look at me completely, eyes raking over my appearance, most definitely a dishevelled one. Her eyes softened, mouth agape as her stance slowly straightened up, her hands rubbing together and removing any dirt.

"You're beautiful." I smirked at her words. I liked her already, that was one way to my heart. Her head tilted slightly at the smirk on my face, eyes narrowing and a matching smirk appearing on her own. "What's so funny, blondie?"

I spluttered at her nickname, Emmett would enjoy this one. He'd be barking out his famous laugh if he had heard the matching nickname she had given me, that he had supplied me with all of those years ago. Though when she said it, it somehow sounded adorable.

"I just find it amusing that you're complimenting me, yet you're not questioning exactly how you got here, or what is happening."

"Well, you are rather distracting. Would you not agree, blondie?" I rolled my eyes, clearly the nickname was going to stick if I didn't hurry up and give her my actual name.

"My name is Rosalie."

"I recognise the name from somewhere. And my name is?"

"Your name is Isabella, do you not remember?" I stared at her confused, my head now tilting slightly as I watched her face. Many different things flashed through her eyes, concentration and confusion cropping up more than once. I smiled softly at her the thoughts that must have been running through her head. Clearly she was a victim of memory loss thanks to her accident prior to the change, it was bad enough that the change causes you to lose some memories.

"Why am I in this gown, Rosalie?" She bit her bottom lip, hands trying to find the ties that kept the gown wrapped around her tightly. I rushed forwards and placed my hands upon hers, stilling her movements and preventing her from revealing her naked body to me.

As my skin connected with her now marble skin, I felt a current run through our hands. Her eyes locked once again with mine. Red orbs staring intently, as her tongue wet her lips. I smirked and looked back down to her hands, putting them between us and looking back at her.

"You were in an accident, unfortunately that accident meant you were not going to survive." Carlisle's voice appeared from behind me. Isabella didn't take kindly to the intrusion and placed me behind her as she crouched down, that familiar snarl being aimed at the intrusive vampire. She had one hand placed on my hip, the other in front of her. I couldn't help but place my hand on hers and stroke the smooth skin, in an attempt to sooth her.

"Isabella, do not attack. This is Carlisle, he is important to me." I could have swore I heard a hiss in reponse from the newborn, clearly I should have worded the last of my words more carefully. Though I had no idea she would feel some part of the mating bond already, so soon. "You can relax, love."

She straightened up once again, though stayed firmly in front of me, her hand on my hip, as Carlisle approached us slowly.

"Isabella, when you look around you can you see everything in great detail?" She nodded. "If you listen to your surroundings, what is the furthest sound you're able to hear?"

She concentrated for half a second before confidently answering "The cars on a nearby road!" Carlisle nodded at her words, smiling in response.

"That road is a half hour walk away. The details that you're seeing, they're intricate details that you would only be able to see normally if you were standing right in front of the object, or even using a magnifying glass." I could see the frown appearing on her face as she mulled over Carlisle's words.

"Okay? What is it that you're getting at?" I chuckled at her bluntness. Carlisle also laughed, walking closer to the newborn, his hands raised to make his innocent intentions clear.

"Isabella, you're no longer human." Isabella laughed before realising Carlisle was serious. I gripped her hand tighter, Isabella gripped mine just as tightly. She glanced at me from the corner of her eye, pulling me closer to her instinctively. I loved her instincts already. "You're a vampire."

Isabella turned to me with a questioning look on her face, her free hand scratching her head, such a human trait. She eyed me for a second before smiling.

"Am I right in assuming that you're both vampires also?" I frowned at her response. Why was she taking this so well? Where was the anger at me ruining her life? Where was the confusion?

"Yes, we're both vampires. In fact, Rosalie is the one who made you into a vampire, just a couple days ago. You were very badly injured in an accident, and you were not going to survive. Rosalie believed that you were very important, and here you are." Carlisle gestured to where she stood, crossing his arms back across his chest, a slight smirk on his face growing as Isabella insisted on getting closer and closer to my side.

"Do you feel a burn in your throat?" I quizzed, smiling at her as she looked back to me after thinking about Carlisle's words. Her hand scratched at her throat slightly, followed by nodding at my question.

"I'll leave you two to get acquainted. Rosalie once you're done, come back to the house so she can meet the rest of the family. Then we'll be on our way to Alaska." I nodded and watched Carlisle disappear into the distance towards the house, and Isabella's eyes seemed to do the exact same before focusing back on my face. She was such an inquisitive newborn - maybe that was the mating pull.

"We're going to Alaska? Why?" I sighed, pulling her over to a fallen tree so we could sit and talk. I was going to give her some space, but she chose to sit directly beside me with my hand still tightly clutched in hers.

"When I changed you, it meant that we could no longer stay in Forks."

"Forks?"

"Yes, that's where we currently are. What exactly is it that you remember?"

She frowned as she concentrated, eyes closing and lip slipping between her teeth slightly. I watched mesmerised, swallowing the venom that had pooled into my mouth. She was adorable, but she was also enticing. She had no idea what she was doing to me. This woman would be the death of me.

"I can't remember anything other than general things, like you mentioned Alaska - I know that's a state. But I didn't know I was called Isabella, I don't know what happened to me, I don't know this area, I cannot remember faces, or remember what accident I had." She started to ramble, her voice becoming more worried as she spoke. I felt my heart drop. She wasn't going to take all of this information well. This was what I was dreading.

"We're currently in Forks, Washington. You're seventeen, you'll forever be seventeen - physically. Though after your change… you've definitely grown." She smirked at my words, and raised one of her eyebrows. I rolled my eyes. "Yes, you're very much beautiful."

"Thank you Rosalie."

"How do you feel so far about being a vampire?" I watched her face intently, keeping an eye on anything that flashed through her eyes.

"I like it. I think I can get used to seeing and hearing as well as this. Plus, I can smell some pretty attractive smells. You smell like roses and peppermint, though that seems like such a strange mix, but I like it." I laughed at the peppermint comment. I was known as the ice queen for a reason - not only because of my demeanor.

"So, we need to talk about a couple of things before we take care of that feeling in your throat." She nodded for me to continue, her fingers starting to play with my hand that she had held captive of. "Your father Charlie Swan is a police officer in Forks. He doesn't know that you're a vampire."

Isabella didn't react, or at least not visibly. She was frozen in place, most likely racking her brain for memories or something that would remind her of her father. She seemed to come up blank as she chose to shrug and rest her chin on her hands letting go of mine. I instantly felt a loss. I pouted for a quick second before catching myself, and deciding to move just slightly away from the newborn.

"I feel as though I should be sad, but I can't remember him. And my brain isn't allowing me to be sad, it just feels interested in what this new life is going to offer. Is that bad?" I couldn't help the smile that seemed to work it's way onto my lips as she spoke. It didn't remove the guilt that I felt for changing Isabella, but it reassured me that this was going to be okay, that she and I would be okay. I finally shook my head at her words, standing up and fixing my shirt.

"We're moving to Alaska after we've met the rest of my family, to get you away from humans. One thing that is crucial for you to learn? We do not feed from humans, we feed from animals. As you can see, my eyes are golden. Yours are currently red because you are what we call, a newborn." She raised an eyebrow with an incredulous look on her face. "Yes you're a newborn, yes you sound like a toddler, get over it. You've got a lot to learn, we'll talk some more later."

She finally stood, frowning down at the hospital gown that she was still being forced to wear.

"Now, you're going to hunt."

"And how exactly do I hunt?"

I smirked. "Concentrate on your surroundings. Close your eyes and just smell the air, allow yourself to listen closely to what is around you other than my voice." I stepped back and watched her do as I suggested. Her hands slowly became claw-like, nostrils flared. Her eyes snapped open, now devoid of any colour other than the darkest shade of black I had witnessed in a long time. "Find your kill, love."

Isabella sped away further into the trees, towards the mountains. I could hear a herd of deer nearby, a mountain lion not too far from them also. Isabella was heading directly towards them. The pride I felt exploded as I followed closely and watched as she jumped from the bushes, landing on top of the mountain lion, hands wrapping around it's body and mouth tightly latched onto it's throat, greedily lapping up every last drop of it's blood.

I couldn't help but gaze on in an appreciative manner at the way her arms flexed as she held the lion tightly, her hands digging in and crushing it's ribs. I purred as she gulped down the lion's blood, spotting a drop leak out of her mouth and running down her chin and down her throat. She was a marvelous creature. I was very, very lucky. My mating instincts were slowly kicking in, urging me to pounce on her and take what was mine. But my resistance was holding strong. She wasn't ready, she was nowhere near ready for that.

"Fuck, that tasted incredible."

"Care for some more?" I gestured in the direction of the herd of deer that had moved to another location, after hearing the commotion between Isabella and the mountain lion. She tossed the carcass aside and used her thumb to wipe the runaway drop off of her throat, and into her mouth.

"Absolutely."

Isabella managed to drain five deer after the mountain lion. I had no urge to feed, and instead spent the entire time marvelling at the way that my mate moved. Admiring the way she took what she wanted and wasn't apologetic in any shape or form. She was heavenly. I had spotted her looking at me whilst she fed, multiple times. She would smirk mid-feed and close her eyes afterwards, savouring the taste as she finished each animal. Carlisle would be impressed if he had stayed. Her control was immense, just as her appetite was.

She brushed herself off, not ashamed of the blood stains covering the hospital gown. "I guess that came in handy for something."

I laughed and walked over to her, holding out my hand with a shit-eating grin on my face. "Ready to meet the family?"

"If they're as perfect-looking as you? Sure."