I.

Rosalie sped off in the direction of Seattle, fuming to herself. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, but she decided to leave it until she got into the city. Luckily, Seattle was a short run from Forks as a vampire runs. She slowed her pace as she approached the populated parts of the city. She smoothed the wrinkles from her shirt, shaking her blonde hair out, running her fingers through it before stepping out into the Seattle nightlife. She pulled her phone from her pocket, seeing she had a text from her pixie-like sister Alice.

Call me. Please.

Rosalie sighed. She really didn't want to, but she knew Alice would be on her ass later if she didn't, so she pressed the speed dial number she had assigned to her sister, putting the phone to her ear as she went in search of a reasonable club to release some steam.

"Rosalie!" Alice exclaimed from the other end of the line. Rosalie winced at the high pitched tone, holding the phone away from her ear a little.

"What is it Alice?" She asked. "What was so important that it couldn't wait until I cool off a little." She said through gritted teeth. She could almost see Alice bouncing up and down on the other end.

"I just wanted to tell you to come home when you're ready! I'll cover for you." She said gleefully. The blonde vampire frowned, her brow furrowed.

"What are you up to Alice?" She asked blatantly. Alice just chuckled.

"That's for me to know, dear sister. And you to find out." She teased before hanging up. Rosalie growled, swearing under the breath, staring at her phone before she put it back in her pocket. She shook her head to herself, continuing her walk around the city.

It wasn't that she didn't love her family. She did. In her own strange way. But it was very clear she was simply different than they were. Jasper and Alice, along with Esme and Carlisle were sickeningly sweet, both being mated pairs. Rosalie rolled her eyes. She had never particularly cared about mating. Not after Royce. She still bore the scars from that fateful night. Invisible scars she didn't think she'd ever completely heal from. And after it turned out that Emmett, who she thought might have been her mate, was not, she lost what hope she had.

It didn't help that she knew that Carlisle had turned her, mainly in hopes of her being a mate for Edward. But she could barely stand her brother. He was a brooding, yet self-righteous individual who looked down on anyone who he considered less than, which included her. She cared for him only as far as that he was a Cullen, thus family. And she was extremely protective of her family.

But sometimes, all of it was just too much for her and she needed to get away and unwind. Occasionally she brought Emmett with her, but his eternal childishness was part of why she wanted to get away this time, so she went alone.

She wandered the city for a while, humans keeping their distance. Because although she was extremely beautiful, inhumanly beautiful, their instincts kept them away from her. They knew somewhere in their minds that she was dangerous. Finally, she came upon a suitable club. Trinity . She approached the bouncer, cutting in front of the already growing line. There were some murmurs and angry muttering, but one glance at the bouncer and a little smile got her immediate access.

Inside was relatively tasteful. A DJ station at the back of the dancefloor, the floor itself filled with sweaty humans, grinding away on each other. Rosalie wrinkled her nose a little, going to sit at the bar. Immediately, a brunette female bartender approached her.

"What can I get you?" She purred. Rosalie raised an eyebrow at the blatant attempt to flirt but kept her cool.

"Long Island Iced Tea." She said with disinterest. The woman nodded, proceeding to make her drink. Unfortunately for Rosalie, alcohol had no effect on her. But it was one of the few substances that she could consume without it turning to ash in her mouth. And she enjoyed the burn.

"Here you go babe. I'm Becca, by the way." She said with a wink before moving on to her next customer. Rosalie sighed, taking a sip of her drink, relishing the burn as it went down her throat. It wasn't like blood, but it was fulfilling for what she wanted it for. She turned in her bar stool, gazing at the humans on the dance floor. If she had weaker control, being around all the sweaty humans, blood pounding in the veins would be difficult. But she felt no thirst because of them.

She prided herself on her control, being only second to Carlisle. She had never consumed human blood in her undead life. Certainly, she had killed Royce and his friends for what they had done to her, but she had been careful to not spill any of their blood. She never wanted anything of his inside her again, she recalled bitterly before taking another drink.

As she watched the humans, she caught a whiff of a rather attractive scent. She took a deep breath. It smelt strangely of burning wood, like a campfire. It had a rather smoky smell, but it wasn't wholly unpleasant. She scanned the room for the source of the scent, but before she could pinpoint it, another body slid into the stool next to her.

She turned to tell the individual off, but the words got caught in her throat. Beside her sat a brunette woman, slightly shorter than herself. She had a playful grin on her face and looking at Rosalie rather intently. The vampire took another sniff, noting that the smokey wood smell originated from the woman next to her. Rosalie tilted her head to the side. "Can I help you?"

The woman shrugged. "Can you?" She asked playfully. Rosalie rolled her eyes, taking another sip from her drink.

"What exactly do you want?" She asked, her icy mask covering her features once again. But the woman seemed unphased.

"A dance." She said confidently. Normally, Rosalie would have scoffed and told the woman off immediately. But there was just something to her. Something that caught Rosalie's attention. A slight tightening in her gut. So instead she nodded, setting her half-finished drink on the bar, leaving a few bills with it for the bartender, motioning to said bartender who nodded and came to pick up the payment and the unfinished drink.

The woman who sat next to her, got up from her stool and stood in front of Rosalie, offering her a hand, bowing her head slightly. Rosalie took the hand offered to her, being pulled to her feet with a surprising amount of force for a human. Especially considering Rosalie was a vampire. But the blonde didn't think to dwell on it further as the woman pulled her onto the dance floor.

Rosalie found herself swaying to the music with the woman, her hands on the other woman's shoulders. The unknown woman's hands safely on her waist. Rosalie normally would tense up at such contact, but the touch was so light and above anywhere that could be considered sexual that she found herself okay in the moment. It was almost like the other woman knew of Rosalie's aversions to physical contact in that way.

The vampire found herself drifting closer to the woman as they danced. The humans seemed to be giving both of them a rather wide berth on the dance floor, despite the floor being packed with people. Something that Rosalie was used to. Humans almost always gave her and her siblings their space. Instinctively knowing that getting too close to them could mean death. Though the woman in front of her seemed rather oblivious to that instinctual trigger.

But all of these warning signs, Rosalie ignored. Her brain more fixated on the smell emanating from her. And her strangely colored eyes. Not that Rosalie had much room to talk. Her golden eyes were not exactly common. But orange eyes. Those were even rarer. She supposed they could have been contacts, but the way the fluorescent dance lights caught them eliminated that possibility. If Rosalie didn't know better, she would have thought that the woman might have been a vampire halfway through their transition to animal blood. But on further inspection, the woman had a heartbeat and blood flowing through her veins. Definitely human.

The two, lost in the song, found themselves drifting even closer together until no light could be seen between them. Rosalie herself, focused solely on the woman in front of her. The two danced for a few songs, before the woman took her hand and led her from the dance floor. She led them to a quieter part of the club, where other couples were littered about, some in rather intense make-out sessions. Rosalie thought she could make out a couple giving discreet handjobs, which she turned her nose up in disgust before turning her attention back to the woman who had captured her attention.

"I never caught your name." She said. The woman shrugged.

"You can call me Bella." She said coyly. Rosalie raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. Something about that answer seemed strange to her.

"Is that short for something?" She asked. Bella nodded.

"My true name is… well, let's just say that you probably wouldn't believe me. Bella is what I go by nowadays." She said, not exactly answering Rosalie's question.

"O-okay," Rosalie said cautiously, now that she had put some space between her and Bella, her senses were beginning to come back to her. And Bella felt like she could somehow be a threat. And she could already feel her body tensing up defensively.

"You are a wonderful dancer," Bella said, oblivious to the turmoil Rosalie was experiencing. Her orange eyes giving off a strange glow, which Rosalie chalked up to the club lighting. She was sure her eyes were giving off a similar glow under the colorful lighting.

"Thank you." She said cooly, trying desperately to return to her icy persona, finding it very difficult. Which was strange in and of itself. She saw Bella flex her back muscles a little, like she was experiencing a little discomfort.

"I'm sorry to leave you so suddenly, but I have matters I need to attend to." She said, grabbing Rosalie's hand, raising it to her lips, kissing the back of Rosalie's hand. The blonde furrowed her brow at the gesture, a rather old fashioned action that she thought she had seen the last of a few decades ago.

"I'm sure our paths will cross again," Bella said, giving her a teasing two finger salute before turning her back and disappearing into the crowd. Rosalie watched her retreating form. And she could have sworn that she saw a faint red glow coming from under Bella's shirt. Rosalie just shook her head. It was obviously just the club lights reflecting off of the brunette's skin or something.

Rosalie sighed, making her own way to the exit, her mind reeling. Why had she entertained that human? She despised humans, mostly out of jealousy. They had what she most desperately wanted. The ability to have a child. The ability to grow old and die. To not have to live forever, frozen in time. She knew that Carlisle meant well, but to this day, she still wished that he had let her die in that alley.

She felt her throat burn, this time with hunger. She held her breath as she made her way out of the city, heading back to her home. On the way back, she scented some deer and made a short detour to hunt. She snuck up on a group of deer, lunging quickly, grabbing the nearest one, snapping its neck quickly before sinking her teeth into it and gulping down the blood.

She knew that human blood was more fulfilling and tasty, if what her siblings described was true. But since she had nothing to compare animal blood to, she didn't mind it as much as she thought her brother Jasper did. She knew he struggled the most out of all of them. His empathy forcing him to feed off of the thirst of the rest of the family, coupled with his time in the newborn wars. But he was trying his best and Rosalie tried her best to lessen the burden on him.

Rosalie drained a couple more deer before she found herself making her way back to Forks, her mind full of thoughts of a certain brunette with orange eyes.

I once said about 6 months ago that I wanted to write a multi-chapter Rosalie/Bella story. So here that is. It's not necessary to read the one-shot this is based on since there are some changes from that.

That said... This is basically one of those "Twilight retold" things with my own flare. So it largely follows the major events from the source material. The main difference is that Edward isn't mated to Bella and Emmett isn't mated to Rosalie. And obviously...

Anyway, this is very much a heaven & hell, angels vs demons type story, so if that sketches you out, don't read it. Also, all the general warnings for stories that include demons as protagonists. I'm going to go into some pretty occult shit in here. Nothing super graphic but you're meant to sympathize with a demon. So... yeah. This story is also pretty much solely told from Rosalie's point of view, just written in 3rd person instead of 1st.

Have fun.