I am on a roll today! This is the second one shot I do in a week. How awesome is that?! The idea bunny popped into my head and another masterpiece was born. Haha. I know that was funny. But, really, I had a random idea of this and instead of sleeping, I decided to type all 5 pages of this up. I hope you think it was worth it!

This one is very different than others that I have done. It does contain more mature themes (there is rape, but it is very undescriptive. It just pretty much skips over, but I wanted to warn you) than my other ones.

So, this one is from Rosalie's point of view. You'll see why when you read it.

This has no particular setting as far as the books. It is after Twilight and before Breaking Dawn. So, take your pick. I'll think about that more.

As always, as with other fanfiction out here, I do not own Twilight. The only things that I own are a copy of the books, three shirts, two bookmarks, dreams of Edward Cullen, a bag, a locket, an Edward pillow, and a copy of the Twilight DVD with special features. Unfortunately, all of these are copies. So, there is no copyright infringement intended.

Read below for more details!

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Rosalie's Point of View

Emmett and I were sitting on the couch in the living room. Emmett was holding me and somehow managing to play video games. I really don't know how, even as a vampire, but he could always surprise me.

Emmett was my teddy bear husband. On the outside, he may look really intimidating and strong, but he is a huggable little creature that wouldn't hurt a fly (unless it was bothering him). I guess looks do help out.

I remember when I first saw him. There was something that just drew me into him. I knew that I didn't want a relationship, but there was some spark of hope in his eyes. He hoped that I could get through what I was going through, but he didn't even know.

Somehow, he managed to get me to hope. Even after hating this lifestyle for a few years, I dared to save Emmett's life by getting Carlisle to turn him. I wasn't ready for that, and I also didn't want any connection to a man. I had typically shied away from that species after what had happened.

My mind was brought back to that night in the alley. I had just come back from a visit with Vera, my best friend. I was jealous that she had a loving family. I wanted to tell her the news, for her to be jealous of me. For years, I envied the family that she had created. She had a loving husband, and a child. Little Henry was so precious. He was really young, but that didn't matter. From the first day I saw him, I knew that I wanted one. I was jealous ever since.

I had just come back from Vera's. I knew that the look in her eyes was never something that I was going to have with my fiancé, Royce. Sure, I loved him and all, but did I really love him? Was it just the overwhelming feelings of wanting a child that I was experiencing, or was it really love? Or was it just that I was wanting to be pampered? What was love? Love was when you looked into someone's eyes and you got lost, the emotion that gives your stomach butterflies when you see that special person. Love was not what I had.

But I didn't dare tell Royce or my parents. This was my future, but I wasn't allowed to choose it. My parents would be disappointed that all their hard work of finding me a soul mate was nothing. It didn't matter that I was unhappy in their eyes. It just mattered that I was wealthy, which I was going to be if I married Royce. In a way, I had wanted to be his wife, but tonight had changed that.

Speaking of tonight, the wedding was only a week away, and I didn't know what the weather was going to be like. It was cold now, a late April night. It wasn't usually this chilly or dark. I wanted it to not rain on my parade, but it may. I wonder if it would be better to just have an indoor wedding. I would have to talk to Royce about that.

Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear. I was only a few streets away from my house when I found Royce waiting for me at the corner with a few of his friends. They had just flown in for the wedding that was in a few days. Royce had wanted them to be there, and I didn't mind. To me, the more people, the better. I loved to be the center of attention, so I invited a lot of people to attend. Since it was the King's, everyone would show, even Vera. Then, she would pity me for having a wonderful husband.

"Here's my Rose," Royce shouted. I realized that he was drunk, very drunk. He had never told me of this habit of his. He had explained that he didn't like champagne, but I didn't realize that he liked other alcohol. Of course, I was fooled by his little champagne excuse to think that he would like something stronger.

"What did I tell you, John?" he asked, grabbing my arm. I knew that this night was not going to end well. Royce pulled me closer to him while I tried to shove away. My efforts were futile and got me nowhere.

"John" looked me over, like a horse buyer. I didn't like that. I was not some piece of property to be owned. Of course, I didn't say anything.

"It's hard to tell," he said slowly, accenting each syllable. He was also drunk. "She's all covered up," he said again. But his words were covered up when both men started laughing.

Royce ripped my jacket off, causing me to shriek in pain. All of the buttons had been scattered across the street. The jacket was a gift from him, a very expensive gift. I treasured it with all my heart, and it broke me when he just pulled it off.

"Show him what you look like, Rose," Royce called before he tore my hat off, earning another shriek in pain. They seemed to enjoy the sound of my screams. Especially all that night.

I remembered the events that happened after, too detailed for me to describe. I didn't know what was going to happen after, but I was already begging to die when Carlisle found me. He didn't make the pain any worse. I remember screaming for death more after he started the transformation.

"Rose, what's wrong? You were screaming again," my saving grace said, pulling me back to reality.

"Nothing, Emmett, I was just remembering some unpleasant details," I said back, curling into him more.

"Rose, it's going to be okay. Royce won't hurt you anymore. He's dead, and he will not come back. Nobody would change such a vile man anyway," Emmett said, comforting me. He really was a big teddy bear. I loved him with all my heart, remembering what had happened after his transformation.

No one had understood the pain that I was going through. I had hid in my room day in and day out, screaming at the haunting memories of Royce. I just couldn't get him out of my head. Emmett was down the hall, listening to my screams, but not saying a word. He knew that he couldn't help.

All of a sudden, Emmett had come in my room. He sat on the couch, far away from where I was crouched at in the corner. He started murmuring something to me, something I will never forget.

"Rose, I'm Emmett. I am in your room. Is that okay? I promise I will never hurt you."

I just nodded, letting him know that it was okay. If he had come another step, though, things would have started to happen. I didn't want to be touched right now, not after what happened.

"Rose, I know that you don't want to hear this, but I know that you are going to be fine. You need to let someone in, just for a moment. I can be that person, if you let me. I promise I won't tell anyone. If you want, we can go somewhere else and talk. That way, we can be away from others," he said, comforting me.

At that moment, I knew what love was. I knew that it was not what Royce and I had, it was purely bliss. It was wanting to be with that person every single moment of your life. It was that feeling of being complete again, whole. It was something that I had not experienced in forever. Everything made sense at that moment.

I grasped on to his outstretched hand, and I let him guide me into the woods. It was surprising. Carlisle couldn't have even touched me. That was all that I was willing to go, just a simple hand gesture.

"Rose, is this okay? If you feel uncomfortable, let me know," he said, stroking my hand.

"Emmett, you are fine. Don't do anything else, though. I don't know if I could take that. Somehow, your hand is comforting," I said, but then added, "would you like to hear what happened?"

He nodded, gesturing for me to begin.

Thus, I began the story of Royce and what had happened. Emmett didn't even look like he was going to run away at the end. He knew that I was broken, damaged, but he still wanted to hold my hand, even stroke it.

"You're not scared?" I asked, confused. I was certain that he would run away.

"Should I be?" he asked. I nodded, and he continued. "Rose, I know that there have been things that have happened in your past, but that shouldn't stop your future. If you don't mind, I would like to help you overcome this feeling in you. It doesn't matter to me that you are broken. The only thing that matters to me is that you are safe," he said.

I nodded yet again, too overcome with emotions for words. He didn't mind the fact that I was broken.

Emmett's cell phone rang an unlikely sign. He grabbed it from the table after pausing his precious video game. I listened in on the conversation.

Emmett. That was definitely a very mad Edward.

"Edward, what is wrong?" Emmett asked back.

Can you come to the hospital now?

"Sure. What's going on?"

Something bad happened to Bella in Port Angeles. She was… Edward paused for a long time before continuing, dry sobbing into the phone, raped.

WHAT?!?! As much as I disliked her, I wouldn't want this to happen to my worst enemies. It was horrible. Bella needed me. I grabbed onto Emmett's hand to stop from exploding. As it was, I was already shaking.

"Edward, we will be right there," Emmett said, before holding me. He carried me before putting me down in front of the house to run.

"Rose, are you okay?" he asked me.

"No. I think I can manage though. I can't believe that this would happen to her," I said. "Who would do this?"

"Very mean people, Rose. Let's just go help Bella," he said, grabbing my hand.

Emmett and I ran, hand in hand, as I continued to think about how Bella was.

When we got to the hospital, Emmett and I went to Carlisle. Without saying a word, Carlisle led us to Bella's room, where I sat down on Emmett's lap. He held on to me, keeping me sane.

Edward had filled us in. Apparently, the same situation that was avoided a year ago had happened again. Bella was looking for a book, and she ran across those men. Edward had taken care of them by beating them up and then bringing them to the police, where those men would stay. I would make sure of that. Bella had still not woken up, but she was screaming in her sleep. Carlisle had to give her a sedative.

Bella had woken up a few hours later, but she had not said a word. I watched her every move, comparing it to mine. She had shied away from everyone, even Edward. When he got near, she would have a panic attack. He then resolved on sitting in the furthest corner away from her. I could tell that he was both angry and frustrated.

Even the nurses that came in and out of the room were welcomed with a bloodcurdling scream. She was frightened, I could tell. I wanted to help her out, to make it better, but I couldn't. I knew from experience that there was nothing that was possible to help her out. She would have a long road ahead of her.

I would help her, though. I made it up in my mind. I would help her out during her hard times. I had Emmett, but I knew that it would not be as easy for Bella. After all, I was a vampire, and I could kill someone with the snap of my finger. Bella didn't have it that lucky. She was still a frail human.

As Edward looked at me with joy in his eyes about me helping, I began to think of how lucky I actually am. I should be thankful for my transformation, not hating it. I was stronger than my competition, and I could make sure that that never happened again. Bella could not. Also, I got to watch the joy of taking out my enemies. Bella could not. I got to experience a lot more than Bella could.

I ran to Carlisle, having one thought in my mind.

"Carlisle, can I talk to you for a moment?" I asked after finding him in his office at home.

"Sure," he replied.

"Thank you so much for changing me. I just realized today how I shouldn't have hated what I am. I should be thankful. I thought I should set things right," I said.

Carlisle looked at me with his fatherly pride in his eyes. I knew both of us would be crying if it were possible.

"Rosalie, it was no problem. I am glad you came to this conclusion. I have hated myself for changing you all of these years. Thanks for helping me out also," he managed to get out.

Everything happens for a reason. You may not know them now, but you will find out in the end. For me, many things have happened, but this experience was definitely an eye-opener.

I know, it's longer. And amazing, huh?

Here's the deal as to this one: I don't know if I should leave this as a one shot. I can, but I think that it would be also cool to have a story with this being the first chapter. I am not sure, but I do not want to do something that no one would review or read. So, please let me know by reviewing. I am leaving the status as in progress until I find out what you guys want. I will probably then post a chapter up telling you guys what I am going to do. That chapter will be deleted once I have another one if it says that I will continue. If not, the story will be marked as complete and we will all go on with our lives without knowing what truly happened.

Also, please note that I did not go into detail on the mature scenes. I do not feel comfortable writing those scenes. That is about all the detail you will get. If I do continue on, I may add Bella's point of view with flashbacks of this night, but it will be nothing really gory. Sorry if you were looking for that.

As always, please review and let me know what you think. I hope you enjoyed it. The idea bunny that wouldn't get out of my head surely did.

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