1.

Beginnings

May 23, 1935. My finger traced the date on one of Carlisle’s calendars. It wasn’t as if the
date mattered any more, though. I’d be trapped as this for the rest of eternity. Carlisle,
assuming that he was saving my life, turned me to a vampire two years ago. And I would be
stuck as my eighteen year-old self forever. I turned away from the calendar hastily and walked
to Carlisle’s office.
“I’m leaving to hunt.” I said quietly, putting my head through the door of his small room.
“Please see if your brother would care to accompany you.” He murmured, never
removing his eyes from the book he was reading. I groaned softly. I would never refer to
Edward as my brother.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I found Edward in his usual spot, at his piano.
“No thank you, Rosalie.” He said, reading my mind before I could ask aloud. “It doesn’t
seem as you would like me to come along anyway.”
“Goodbye, Edward.” I said, rolling my eyes. Pushing my way out the front door of our
large home, I began my run into the woods. Black Bear, my nose told me as I retreated further
into the forest. I sprinted toward the scent, but stopped short. Human blood. I listened further,
trying to understand why there was human blood in such deep parts of the woodlands. A male
was shouting, and a black bear was snarling. The sound of flesh tearing caused me to flinch.
I ran to the sounds and hid behind a tree, examining the scene. The man was on top of
bear, but the bear was clearly stronger and had already torn a chunk of the man’s shoulder. The
man…he seemed so familiar. His brown eyes caught mine and pleaded for help. I pursed my
lips, attempting to figure out how to handle the situation. It was obvious that if I didn’t end it
soon, the man would be dead in a matter of minutes.
Ah, that was why he seemed familiar. The dark, curly locks and dimpled face, he
reminded me of my dear friend’s son, Henry. Henry was but a toddler the last time I saw him.
Henry. My mind whispered, as I lunged toward the bear. I swiftly snapped its neck, causing it to
drop the man on top of a boulder. I listened for the man’s heart beat, it was there, but it was
very faint.
I jumped from atop the bear and pulled the man into my arms. He opened his eyes for a
mere second before the lolled to the back of his head. Henry, was all I could think as I ran the
man back to the house. As I approached the house I could hear Edward stand up from his piano
and leave the house, unprepared to deal with the blood. The blood. It hadn’t occurred to me
until now that I was soaked in a human’s blood. My throat burned with desire, but my heart
told me that this man was more than a meal. I pushed open the door and ran up the stairs.
“Carlisle! Please, help!” I shouted, frantic.
 “Rosalie, come and set him down.” Carlisle murmured calmly from his office. I kicked the
door aside and placed the man down on the table in the corner of the office. Carlisle hesitated,
searching my eyes.
“What?” I asked impatiently.
“I’m aware that you resent me for making you one of us, Rosalie. Do you want me to do
the same for this man?”
I searched my mind for an answer, but I was unsure. “Carlisle, I only resent this, because
I wanted to die. He was fighting for his life. He wants to live.” I gestured toward the man’s
handsome, scratched face. Carlisle nodded solemnly. I exited the room, not wanting to watch
this man writhe in unforgettable pain. I shuddered at the thought of my change and ran to find
Edward.
He was sitting on a log, on the shore of a nearby lake.
“Are you alright?” I asked, sitting beside him. Whether or not I enjoyed Edward’s
presence, we were family.
“I don’t understand how you can stand the blood. I have been like this for so much
longer then you have, and yet I am so much weaker.”
“I believe it is my tolerance that helps me, not my strength.” I murmured, watching the
water. “Remember that I’ve never tasted human blood, Edward. I do not hold it against you
because you have tasted it, but it makes it easier for me.”
“The man’s name is Emmett McCarty. He was a passionate hunter. He mostly did it to
impress his father. He felt as though he had to prove himself. He was unappreciated.” Edward
said, resting his face in his palms. “He’s thinking about you—and the pain.” Edward smiled and
ran his hand through his hair.
“Really?” I fidgeted with my fingers, a smile creeping across my face.
“He thought you were an angel. I hope you realize that you did the right thing, by saving
his life. He really did want to live.” Edward stood and offered his hand to me. I stood up beside
him and noticed something.
“Oh, Edward… I am so sorry.” I mumbled, looking down at my bloodstained clothes.
“Do not worry about me. It’s only helping.” He forced a grin onto his face, but I knew
that he was struggling.
“Go hunt, Edward.” I said softly. He nodded quickly and ran along the shore until he
disappeared from my sight. I retreated back to the house. As I neared I heard deep, throaty
screams coming from the upper level. He was changing. I closed my eyes and took a deep
breath, feeling the smallest bit guilty for putting him through the pain that I had once felt.
I removed my bloody clothes and threw them into the lit fireplace for Edward’s sake,
replacing them with a dress. I drew my hair from its bun and allowed it to flow freely down my
back.
 I heard another scream and walked slowly to the door of Carlisle’s office. I pushed it
open to see Carlisle watching Emmett. I smiled at his name and went to sit beside Carlisle. All of
the wounds on Emmett were completely healed and his clothes had been removed, leaving him
covered in a white sheet. I heard two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs and Edward and
Esme entered the room.
“He only has about twelve hours left.” Edward said, sitting beside me. Esme took a seat
beside Carlisle and grabbed his hand.
“Care to go hunting?” Carlisle asked Esme, kissing her hand.
“I’d love to.” She said sweetly.
“Rosalie, Edward, leave him be.” Carlisle said, watching Emmett’s face. The two exited
the room, leaving Edward and I on the sofa.
“Why him?” Edward asked, full curiosity filling his voice.
“Henry…” I simply whispered, giving Edward the full story in my mind.
“So, he is special to you?” Edward examined Emmett’s face.
“Yes, I believe so.” Every couple minutes Emmett would blink, but never fully open his
eyes.
“He can hear us. He has connected your voice to the face that he saw in the woods.”
“What does he think about me?” I asked in total innocence.
“He thinks you’re beautiful.” Edward said nonchalantly, shrugging. I scoffed, knowing
that it wasn’t out of the ordinary for men to think that I was beautiful. I was hoping for
something deeper to be going on inside this Emmett’s head. I stood and walked to his body.
“Why isn’t he making any noise?” I ran my index finger along the ridge of Emmett’s
strong nose.
“He finally realized that shouting doesn’t make a difference.” I nodded, knowing that we
all had come upon realizing this during our change. Emmett jerked and I pulled my hand from
his face, locking my fingers together nervously. His torso pushed above the table, then dropped
back down with a thud. I looked back at Edward, guilt obviously clouding my face.
“Have I made the wrong decision?” I asked in a whisper.
“No, Rose.” Edward said reassuringly. Not once in our two years together had he called
me Rose.
“Thank you.” I said, almost in-audibly. I still had my back turned to Edward as he stood
and left the room. “I’m Rosalie.” I whispered to Emmett. I felt foolish for talking to someone
who wouldn’t respond, but it didn’t seem to stop me. “I…I am so sorry.” I slid my pale hand
over his and traced circles on the top of his palm with my pinky. His fingers twitched under
mine and I smiled.
“I know it hurts. You are basically in Hell. But…it gets better. Soon enough, the pain will
begin to fade.” Each word I said came out stronger then the last. His nose crinkled and he
relaxed once again. I backed away and returned to the couch.
 I stretched out along the couch and watched Emmett. I paid no attention to the time. All
my focus was on Emmett. I didn’t notice as the sun fell and rose. I didn’t notice as Edward,
Esme, and Carlisle entered and exited the room. All that mattered was Emmett.
“It’ll be soon.” When Edward spoke the words, I was released from my trance. I stood
up and went to Emmett’s bedside. Carlisle and Edward took my place on the couch, waiting. I
wrapped my fingers through Emmett’s and waited, growing more and more impatient by the
second. Forty two seconds passed and I knew that Emmett was beginning to awake. His eyes
flitted open and his crimson irises took me by surprise. He looked at my face and then his eyes
went to our hands.
I felt as though I would have blushed if I could’ve. Holding a strangers hand was not
exactly normal for me. I pursed my lips, waiting. He slowly sat up and looked around. His free
hand immediately flew to his throat and he swallowed. But, he didn’t release me hand.
“You say that I’m in Hell?” He asked.
“It mostly depends on how you look at the situation.” I mumbled, nervously.
“Son, do you understand what you are?” Carlisle asked. Emmett took deep breath and
nodded. Carlisle went ahead and explained again anyway.
To all of our surprises, Emmett was genuinely happy. Happy wasn’t event the correct
word. He was ecstatic. Ecstatic to be a monster…what a strange man.
Even after our hour-long chat, Emmett still had not let go of my hand.
“Rosalie?” Carlisle asked, sliding a book into one of his shelves. I looked at him curiously.
“Would you and Edward mind taking Emmett hunting? I’m sure he’s thirsty.” Edward and I
nodded and I glanced at Emmett’s attractive face. He licked his lips, probably at the thought of
hunting, and squeezed on my hand.
“Carlisle made hunting sound easy.” I said, smiling. Emmett slid off the table and
grinned.
“Well, I’m ready for anything.” Emmett said confidentally.