Ok, so this is my first ever fanfic and I'm a bit nervous about it :S Please Review - did you like it / hate it/ know where it could be improved? I will switch between Rosalie and Emmet POV in later chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight, never have, never will. nuff said.

On with the story...

CHAPTER ONE

RPOV

I sighed, I needed to hunt. Badly. I ran my ice-cold hand up the silky skin of my neck, attempting, uselessly, to smother the scorching dry flames that sucked all moisture from my throat. I looked up into my wall sized mirror and I saw the reflection of my eyes, betraying my desperate thirst in their pitch-black colour. My brows were furrowed in an expression of pain; I ran my hand through my lustrous hair and smoothed out my expression, replacing it with one of contemplation, attractive contemplation. Sighing once more, I turned and ran downstairs and out the glass back door into the forest sprawling out behind the Cullen mansion.

I ran along a well a path I was used to, not needing to think about where I was going or what I was going to hunt. I was getting better at this life, this life of thirst and solitude. I had nearly perfected my self-control – apart from the 7 justified murders I had never killed anyone – and was quite easily able to blend in with humans. My mind drifted back to a familiar longing: love, children, and grandchildren. What made my absolute desolation even worse was that the majority of my desires were impossible; I could never have what I wanted, what I needed. I felt myself sinking into the repetitive depression caused by my anguish.

I caught the weak smell of an Elk and began to chase, dipping into a hunting crouch. Suddenly, the scent of freshly spilt human blood hit me. All reason was left behind as I ran thoughtlessly toward the source of the irresistible aroma. Shock forced me to stop when I arrived at my destination. A bear, huge and dominating was growling, swinging around in pure fury. Barely standing, a young man, no older than 20, was putting up the best fight he could. He grimaced and howled in uncontrolled agony as the bear's claws raked across his tattered shirt, cutting into his flesh. The bear staggered back as the young man made one last, feeble attempt to save himself. All bloodlust that had once filled me slipped away as fury and terror filled me. Without a further thought, I lunged at the bear tearing it away from the dying man. I plunged my teeth into its neck and drank it dry.

I ran over to the man who was grimacing in pain, I gasped as a sudden human memory resurfaced. The dimples, the dark, curly hair, he reminded me so much of my old friend Vera's son Henry. Holding my breath, I grasped the man's body, trying to be gentle as I ran home. I fought the ingrained instinct to breathe, fearing that the temptation of fresh human blood would overcome me and I would kill the very man I was trying to save. The short journey seemed unbearably long; all the time the man's eyes were reeling or staring at my face whilst he muttered nearly incoherent things about angels and heaven.

Edward. I thought as I approached the house, get Carlisle, I need him, NOW!

So... what did you think? should I never ever write again? Sorry the chapter was so short, will try to make next ones longer. Review!

Katie