Hi all, I had this idea in my head. It's going to be a series of short one takes regarding Rosalie when she was first changed. I love Rosalie's character and wanted to dive into her relationships with the family more. This first take is Carlisle's POV. Next will be Esme! I will also attempt to do Edward and Emmett. Enjoy!

Tw: Nothing graphic but implies violence, sexual abuse, and mentions of suicide.

Carlisle's POV

I hear the rustling of leaves becoming more distant as Esme and Rose make their way deeper into the woods for an evening hunt. Rosalie has been with us for about a week now and I can't help but continue to ruminate on my decision to change her. I shift uncomfortably in my chair and sigh, as I consider why I did make this choice. Of course, in the obvious sense, I don't enjoy seeing any innocent person hurt. Seeing this beautiful innocent girl lying lifelessly and bloody under the dim street lamps at 11pm did strike a cord. If I'm being honest, I do often think of Esme's horrors before we rekindled and I changed her.

Esme has become more transparent and open with me over the years regarding her life with Charles, but still, there are details so painful and dark that she has not even dared to speak them aloud. Only Edward knows the true horror, although out of respect, he will never share what one doesn't choose to say out loud already. The same goes for Rosalie. I know Edward has seen it all but has chosen to keep it contained within his mind. Yes, Rosalie did trigger something within me when I saw her that night. Anger. Rage. Deep sadness. It's beyond me how anyone could hurt another willingly, especially one they are planning to marry.

My decision had been swift, impulsive almost, as if impulsivity could be practical within a vampire mind. Once I knew I could not save her in the medical sense, I promptly decided to give her what I thought would be a second chance. A promise for a future. She was and is now even more-so, beautiful and young. I couldn't imagine something like that going to waste. However, Rosalie does not agree.

Over the last week, Rosalie has been quiet and distant. Understandably, she is on edge and sensitive to any talk or slight mention regarding her human life with her parents and Royce. I think it's some sort of trauma shock. She appears emotionally frozen, almost numb. That being said, she has made it clear that she has no intentions of living on her own, despite remaining deeply unhappy with my family.

I put the newspaper I had been skimming over onto the coffee table and make my way upstairs to Rosalie's spare bedroom, still bare and not yet decorated. Edward has added a small chair nearby the window so Rosalie may take up reading or sewing. However, the chair has remained empty. I stroll over to the chair and sit down so that I am directly peering out of the window into the quiet streets of Rochester's outskirts late at night. My mind flashes back to the night once again when I found Rosalie. I suppose in the back of my mind there was a chance this could go sour, but Esme has been content in this life and Edward has made due, despite a lack of purpose or belief in the afterlife. However, the circumstances were vastly different. Edward was dying due to natural cause, a severe case of the Spanish influenza that had been rapidly claiming the lives of its victims all across the country. He didn't have much to lose, his parents had passed and if he did survive he would have certainly been drafted within the next year. Esme on the other hand, made the choice to take her own life. She had been living a life of abuse and grief and when she lost her sweet boy, she saw no other reason to continue forward.

Rosalie, up until that night, was content and at peace with her life. She had hopes and plans for the future. Goals. Rosalie's choices and future were ripped away from her in the worst way possible. I shudder abruptly and grip the ends of the chair as the realization sinks in- I had further take away Rosalie's choice. I had forced her into this second life where she is stuck constantly battling inner demons and flashbacks day and night. Although Rosalie was dying, she wanted to die. She was at peace with that. I had ripped away that choice, just as Royce had. I am no better than him.

Over the next hour or so, my mind continues to ruminate and revisit the night I found Rosalie. Feelings of guilt coursing through me. As I am looking outside, still in the same chair, I begin to hear distant feet running through the grass. Rosalie and Esme have returned. Before I have a chance to think or explain myself, Rosalie rushes upstairs and opens the door in anger. "Carlisle! I was gone for an hour and you have made yourself right at home in my room! Who invited you in here? This is my space. I am sick and tired of everyone invading my space and thinking it's ok. Do I have the right to anything anymore?" She glares at me with piercing red eyes and fists balled at her hips. "I'm sorry Rosalie, I was just doing some thinking. I had not intended to invade your space." "What were you thinking?" I stand up and walk over to her, slowly, as I learned earlier this week that any abrupt movements or touch will send her into a panic. I sigh and lift my hands in confusion, "I really don't know- I guess thinking about you and if I made the right decision. I never meant to hurt you more. I am sorry."

Rosalie takes a step backwards, distancing from me, still just as furious and replies "Do you have any idea what it's like to be abused and tortured to death by someone who is supposed to love you?! The fear and shame that comes with? The constant thoughts of being held down while you scream and try to escape to no avail? I wanted to die! I don't want to remember! I don't want a little love affair with your golden boy Edward. I want a Goddamn choice! A choice in something for Christ's Sake. You took away MY choice to die!" "Rosalie..", I begin, but I drop my hands in defeat knowing she is far too emotional right now to reason with. I have made a mistake and I don't think I want to change any other humans in the future. Rosalie sighs and begins her way down the stairs. As she's walking away, she adds "I will never forgive you. I hate you. I hate you so much!" and storms away with broken sobs escaping her throat. I stand at the doorway in utter defeat and filled with guilt and sadness.