A/N: So just a heads up, a lot of talking in this chapter, and I mean A LOT. I'm freaking dying, my hands are cramped from writing so much, so you fuckers better enjoy it and I better get a shit ton of reviews. Is all I'm going to say about it Didn't proof read too much, so please forgive any mistakes. Anyway read, review, enjoy. Oh and I don't own nothing and all that other jazz.

"Bella….." My body jolts upward with a harsh breath; I'm immediately overcome with a strange feeling, vertigo I assume. A sense of uneasiness and revulsion makes its way up my windpipe. Arching over the bed, my body heaves and whatever foreign material resides in the pit of my stomach.

Body haphazardly dangling, I look on at its contents. My venom being the most prominent thing to stand out, I also notice silver like specs along with blood. Its fairly new from what I can tell from the color, that and its lack of thickening lets me know it isn't animal blood either.

Body trembling, I reach for the plastic tube taking refuge in my nose. I yank at it, gagging as I do so, and stare at the intrusive object. As expected, the lining of the tube is blood red, only confirming my suspicions. This blood is familiar. Its pulse, its smell, its taste, all of it surrounds me. Its something I could never forget, a craving I could recognize in a faceless crowd. This is Bella's blood.

"No…" Its plea, something I beg not to be true. "What have I done?"

I lurch forward, sitting up and begin cradling my head, willing something, anything to comeback. Not even a second after, my head is hit with the most unimaginable pain, something quite familiar to me. Its brief, but in that one second, its as if I'm hit with a thousand images, visions at once. Its head splitting, overwhelming so.

One image seems to stand out from all the rest. It's an image of Bella and myself; we're in her room, talking from what it seemed. She wants answers, but I'm in pain, too much pain. Subconsciously my hand reaches for my arm, its flinches more out of instinct I suppose, due to whatever pain I had endured. I notice now though, that there is no pain, irritation maybe but no pain at all. I shake my head again, only to be pierced with yet another image. It blurs out for second, then I'm overcome with the image of Bella and….wolves.

"Its her, that dog-Leah. She so….angry, and Bella, she's…."

"Bella," ignoring the throbbing in my head, I push my legs over the side of the bed and move to stand. Two things happen that I wasn't quite expecting. One being that gravity sets in, my muscles give way under its pressure; then two, my hand juts out, grasping onto a nearby table. My hands aren't forceful, at least I hardly think so, but I'm alerted to the sound of metal crunching. It bends so harshly under my hand that it forces its adjacent side to stick firmly in the air.

"Rosalie," a familiar voice questions, one that I recognize as my father, Carlisle.

"Father," its said in a voice that I don't recognize as my own, it trembles. My head throbs again, I recognize it now as a sign of oncoming images, like visons but different. Its an image of Leah and her dad. Its accompanied by the feeling of sadness, yearning really. The pain is too much, the loneliness, and her sad whispers, her cries in my head. "What is this?"

"F-Father," I repeat, somewhat choking on my emotions. "What's happening to me? Leah, she-" I shake my head, my eyes craving the need to shed tears. "Bella, I need to see her. She's-She in trouble. I saw her! Leah, she's sad, but she- she wants to hurt her. She's going to attack her, the Reservation…I-"

"Shh, shh, Rosalie," gentle hands clasp around my trembling face, coaxing my fears away. "Its okay, sweetie. Bella's fine…"

"No, I saw her! Leah, the Reservation, she-"

"-I assure you, Rosalie. Bella is quite alright." Confusion mars my face at his admission, just as a sense of understanding passes across his own face. "The Reservation," he hums more to himself, wrapping his arms around my waist and helping me to stand. "Tell me, what do you remember?"

"Remember?"

"Yes, do you remember anything? Anything at all that has happened?"

"I-I…," taking a seat at the edge of the bed, I cradle my head once again, willing some sort of sign, message to play in my head. With a soft gasp, vibrant colors explode, creating several images at once. What seems like a lifetime of experience, filled with love, pain and some things I don't quite understand, becomes clear to me in a matter of seconds. "I remember…. everything and yet nothing at all. I remember my past, my entire life before this life came to be. But its like, I don't recognize myself. It doesn't feel like me. But it is…"

"That is quite remarkable. Our kind don't remember much after the change, as you ready know. Or should know rather, but considering the circumstances ..I wouldn't be surprised if such knowledge would slipped your mind. But it seems quite the contrary. Can you elaborate on what you remember?"

"I remember… a specific moment when I was thirteen, I think. I began my journey into woman-hood, as my mother told me. It happen during grade school. The other kids were horrible to me. They teased me, called me horrible names. I felt disgusted and I hated them, I hated myself. I cried for hours to my mother, but she simply smiled at me. She was alike…. like Esme in her unrelenting kindness. Everyday, every moment she saw me, she'd smile and say, "You're beautiful, Lillian. And one day you'll see just how beautiful you are….."

"I would have to concur with your mother then. She was very wise indeed." He smiles at that, a sincere smile, and I find myself returning it as well.

"I also remember…..the day in the alleyway. Royce, his friends, and-"

"-James?"

"Yes, I remember it vividly. Though, I'm sure it is something could never forget even if I tried. I killed them, correct? All of them?"

"You did, including James. Though his death came later…."

"That it did. And it was a glorious death," my eyes flicker to meet his with the heat of my conviction. He seems to struggle for a moment, almost as if my truth is too raw. "I remember everything, Carlisle," I say again, "But something else conflicts me. I keep having strange images in my head. They involve Leah. What happen to me? I mean, I know that she bit me," my eyes automatically scan the horrid scar aligning my arm. I am immortal, yes, but these recent events have made me question certain things, my vanity being one. For the first time in this timeless life, I feel ugly, inadequate, unwanted.

"What would Bella think? Would she find ugly?"

"She would find you just as beautiful now, as you were before, Rosalie." A knowing yet sad smile crosses his features as he says this, and though his words are sincere and more than likely true, they do little to hide this scar. Internally and externally. "To answer your question before, yes, you were bitten. Leah, overcome with grief, decided to challenge you. She seems to blame you for her pain. She tried to kill you, but you refused to fight back. I realize now why that was. Her actions put us at ends with Samuel, but since no treaty was broken on our part, we were granted permission to stay here once more. You remembered who you are, Rosalie. And for that, I must commend…"

"Thank you, Carlisle. But I think its safe to say at least, that I really wanted to kill her. She causes such pain, even now. Why does her emotions afflict me so? Her pain, the voices that I hear now are of her. She cries and I feel it. Why? Why do I feel her in me? Why cant I get her presence out of my head!?" A feeling of rage invokes within me, causing me to lose sight of everything around me. I shut my eyes, willing it to go away, but all I feel is….

"Pain…"

"R-Rosalie, I-I cant-," it's a choked, forced gasp, one that has me blinking in confusion. He slumps to the floor as soon as I blink, gasping and heaving for unneeded air as he does so.

"I'm-I'm sorry. I don't know," I shake my head and look at my hands as if they were the answer to all my questions. "I don't know what happening to me…"

"I think I can probably clarify….some things." Carlisle puffs out somewhat regaining his composure. "We've known for some time that your gift has unimaginable potential. To be able to touch someone gifted and mimic their abilities is truly remarkable, not to mention unheard of. You are quite a powerful being it would seem. Even more so now, after Leah bit you…"

"The voices, the pain. Carlisle, are you saying…?"

"Yes, Rose. I think you understand what and where I'm getting at. That bite, it contained silver in it. Wolves saliva, I'm guessing contains silver in it. And from what I've deduced, it isn't a lot, but it contains it in its most purest form. That bite should of killed you. If not in seconds, minutes. But it didn't. It created an infection within your body and it spread like a wildfire. I'm sure you remember the pain?"

"Yes, I could never forget that. I felt like I was burning alive for minutes, hours, days-"

"-Try weeks. Almost two weeks to be exact…."

"Two weeks?"

"Give me a week, Bella…"

"So, Bella-she….the Reservation, that has already come to pass?"

"Yes, that happen three days ago. She went there to speak to Jacob Black. No harm has come to her, Rosalie. Alice has spoken to her since then, I assure you..."

"That's good, then. I should…..see her when this is all done."

"Yes, well," he begins apprehensively, "let us discuss that further afterwards, shall we? I think I should fully let you be aware of what exactly is going on. That bite consumed you. It put you in a coma basically. You're body fought back, it fought well, but it just wasn't enough. Your body wasn't producing enough venom to counter act the intrusion. A theory was proposed and with the help of the family, we injected you with our own venom. We pumped you up with animal blood as well, but it still wasn't enough. About half-way during the first week, we opted for a different approach. Being who I am and knowing you share they same views on this subject, I must apologize in advance. You see, I would not have forced this upon you, if I didn't deem it necessary.

"You gave me human blood," I digested, knowing it to be true from the start.

"I did. There was no other way. You're body needed to be at one hundred percent. And it was the only way to ensure that…"

I don't say anything in regards to this. I just sit there for a moment, trying to fully understand his way of thinking.

This is wrong, is the only thing that seems to be playing on my tongue. Not only had I groused about my vanity today for the first time, but I've drank human blo od also. I am truly disgusted in the fact of knowing my eyes, my red eyes would reflect what Iv known to be true all along. I'm a monster, in every sense of the word.

"You fed on the human blood that was donated to the clinic, if it makes you feel any better?"

It doesn't.

"You showed signs of improvement with this method at least. Your skin returned to normal, as normal as it was before. The pigmentation was gone, along with the general infection for the most part. Edward said you no longer felt the pain. I'm sorry you had to endure that by the way. I'm sure it was unbearable…"

"Unbearable doesn't even give it justice. It was like being turned all over again. But this time it lasted far longer and it was ten times worse…."

"I'm sure it was, and Id like to come back to that afterward as well, if I may?" He gestures to continue and I give a small nod, allowing him to do so. "You were doing better, as I was saying before. It just, I don't know. You wouldn't wake up. I grew concerned, but at the same time, I knew 'death' was unlikely. Still I wasn't up for chances. That and I admit I let my impatience get the better of me…"

"That's when you took it upon yourself to ask for something you knew would put me at ends with you. Honestly, Carlisle, Bella? Out of all people, why? Why would you think this was okay? Random blood is one thing, but hers," I shake my head in disappointment. "Do you not understand what this does to me? How hard it was the first time for me to rid myself of her. That first taste, Carlisle. That craving, regardless of how in control I prided myself on being, it was always there. In the back of my head. The thirst.…."

"I did what I thought was necessary. Was it foolish? Yes, but I made a promise to bring you back and I did. If you want to hate me for that, then I understand….."

"But I don't think you do understand, Carlisle. Not at all. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful that I'm here. Just not under these circumstances. And I don't…..hate you, I'm just….disappointed. You will never truly understand where I'm coming from, unless you've tasted the sinful bliss that is her blood…"

"I suppose you are right about that. Perhaps I didn't think it all the way through. My apologies….how are you, by the way? How are you feeling right now, if I may ask?"

"In regards to what exactly? My thirst? It feels like someone is shoving a hot branding iron down my throat. But its not just blood I'm craving. Its her blood, her sex, her fear, everything. I crave everything that is Bella. I can smell her all around me. She's on my lips, my tongue, the air. I honestly don't think I've ever felt it this bad, not even in the beginning. Not even when I first met her…."

"I'm truly sorry for putting you through this, Rosalie."

"How long was I on her blood for," I ask, deciding its best to just ignore his admission and get to the point. The more we stay stuck on this subject, the more I'll find myself getting angrier.

"Roughly about, two or two and a half days…."

"Great, so it wasn't just a one time thing, huh? I swear its going to be hell trying to go back to normal after all this…"

"I agree, which is why I think its best that you keep your distance from Bella. At least for the time being. You said so yourself, it doesn't matter how in control you may think you are in, the thirst is always there. Don't get me wrong, I believe in your ability to abstain from giving in to your instincts, I just rather not test it….."

"She wont like that, Carlisle. I hardly think she'd accept it at all…"

"I'm sure she wont, but this is the way things will have to be for awhile. Lest she ends up hurt or worse…"

"Thanks," I reply sarcastically. "Its like no matter what, even if it isn't my fault, I still suffer from it. I'm always fixing someone else's mistakes. Whether I'm dead, conscious, or sleep. Which I still don't understand how that's even possible….."

"It's the body's natural reflex to pain. Too much pain can cause loss of consciousness.."

"I'm aware of that, Carlisle, okay? And yes, that would be the case if I were human, if pain was a normal thing for our kind. But its not. I don't understand any of this…."

"Well, simply put, Rosalie….you're more than what are, were, now. You're immortal, yes, so pain should not be factor in most cases anyway. But somehow you've crossed the threshold of evolution in our kind. Your potential to be great is limitless…"

"You speak so highly of me, but what makes you think Ive evolved?"

"You standing here, right now, makes me believe this is true. You've survived the very thing that would mean certain death to our kind. You fell, yes, but you've somehow conquered it. Tell me, are you aware that you still have traces of silver within you? Why does it not kill you?"

"No, I didn't. And I don't know…."

"It is because of your ability, Rosalie. It is the only explanation. It destroys you completely, but then it rebuilds. In a sense, you've been reborn, just as you were over eighty years ago. But you're stronger than ever before. Its just an educated guess, but I would gather that silver would no longer be a factor, a hindrance for you. It will no longer afflict you. The fact that it isn't devouring now as it once did, is proof of that. The only thing that concerns me now, is the Volturi. They wont be too keen on your newly found abilities. I'm sure they will see it as a threat and more than likely kill you, if they cant convince you to join them….."

"Which is why they will never find out. There are ways around Aro's all seeing eye…."

"As you've proven before, when you stumbled onto their doorstep during those harsh times?"

"You knew about that, huh?"

"I am your father, Rosalie. I know many things, but in all honesty it was your sister that informed me…"

"Of course she did," I mumble irritably, rolling my eyes at how predictable Alice can be.

"It was not intentional however, she saw you in a vision. I was around during the time, so she felt it was inevitable to keep it from me. It would seem as though in the end, you found what you were looking for. Clarity, I presume?"

"Something like that. Along with other things…."

"Is that where you obtained Jane's…..unique gift?"

"I'm sorry about that," he waves me off with a smile and a gesture of his hand. "I acquired other gifts while I was there. And yes, she has made an example of me, as you already know, a long time ago. Before I even was aware I had an ability. But no. I did not provoke Jane this time….."

"That's interesting. I wonder, what if its some sort of muscle memory? Something that was dormant but was invoked after these series of events….?"

"I suppose. If what you've been telling me this whole time about evolution is true, I wouldn't find it so farfetched. But what about this whole Leah thing? She bit me and what? Left some sort of imprint on me?"

"It would explain the voices and why you're so overcome by her affliction…."

"Great, that's just rich. Not only do I want to utterly consume my girlfriend, in every way possible, possibly destroying her in the process. But I also have to somehow overcome that while being plagued by a temperamental wolf and her melancholy thoughts."

"Well now, wait. We don't know the extent of the connection yet. It could be rare thing that occurs. Temporary even. So just try to relax, okay?"

"I guess," I begin with a sigh. "One things for certain. Esme's going to kill me if I cant get my strength under control." I nod my head towards the crumbled metal table to the side of me. He looks on in amusement, humming his agreement more to himself.

"That she will. But more than anything I think she will be happy to see that you are alive. And besides, I'm sure your brothers, Emmett and Jasper will be more than happy to help you acclimate."

"Ugh, definitely not looking forward to it. But hey, where is everyone anyway? I figured that'd be bum rushing me right about now…"

"I thought it would be best if they made themselves scarce for a bit. You are considered at newborn of sorts now. And I'm sure you remember how territorial our kind can be. I wanted to give you some time to re-adjust, so to speak. Their presence, even their smell could set you off. So whenever your ready, I would like for you to walk around the house. Get re-familiar with the smells, their scent. And once you feel up to it, I will let you see them, one by one…..just to avoid any possible confrontation….."

"You drive a hard bargain there, Warden. I don't remember you ever being this overbearing the first time around…"

"I prefer cautious, if anything. And I wasn't overly so the first time because you never consumed human blood.."

"Yeah, thanks to you.

"Well, what about hunting then? Am I allowed to do that on my own at least? I am getting quite thirsty….."

"I can imagine. And again, whenever you're ready, I will accompany you…"

"Oh come on, really? Okay, I get the whole being cautious but you do realize that I'm way stronger than you are, right? I could just say to hell with it and do as I please…"

"You could, but would you really want to do that to your father?"

"I mean…. considering what you did, I would have the right to do so. Just saying…"

"Touché, but what of Esme? Would you really want to worry your mother more than you already have?"

"That son of a bitch. He just had to pull the old Esme card, huh?"

"Well played, Carlisle, well played."

*T.I.M*

"Oh sweetie, it feels like forever since I last heard from you! How have you been? I missed you so…."

:Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, mom. I've missed you too. Things here have been so busy and hectic lately. I've been trying to catch up on school work. Ya know, since well, I couldn't manage it so much before….."

Well it not a total lie, I have been trying to catch up on all the work I missed during the whole "questioning my existence without Rosalie," ordeal.

"Oh! That's good, sweetie. And I totally understand. I'm just glad you're better and trying to make an effort. I was really worried about you for awhile. I'm sure Charlie was too. He still is…"

"He told you, didn't he?" I question after recognizing the obvious tone on her voice. "About Rosalie, I mean…."

"He did. He told me a few weeks ago. He wanted me to talk to you then…well talk you out of it, but you already know I'm trying not to hover so much….."

"Well of course he did, and thanks. But id very much like to hear your opinion on the matter. I'm sure you have one."

"I do, Bella. I had many opinions to be honest. But I also realized that what I think doesn't really matter. This is your life, Bella. You're free to let whomever you choose into it. I cant tell you what to do anymore, I can only guide you. And yes, I'm very upset with Rosalie for what she did and what it caused. Excuse my language, It was beyond fucked up, yes. But I never once questioned her love for you, Bella. People make mistakes, its human nature. And sometimes people need to lose something, someone, in order to find themselves. To realize what they had…."

"Wow, I do believe you just completely blew my mind. I was not expecting that at all…"

"Well you know I have to keep you on your toes," she jokes. " But seriously, Bella. If Rosalie makes you happy, gives you the slightest bit of joy, then by all means….love her to your hearts content. Just try to take things slow though, okay? And don't be afraid to make her work for it either. Definitely don't need to be giving out the goods all willie-nillie!"

"Okayyyy, definitely not having this conversation, mom…"

"What, I'm just sayin-crap, that's Phil on the other line…."

"No, its fine. Go ahead and get it, I need to finish this math anyways…"

"Oh, okay. Well, ill try to call you back in a bit. If you're still up that is. I'm sure its late there….."

"Hmm, something like that. But if not, ill try to call you sometime tomorrow. Love you, mom. Talk to you later…."

"Love you more, Sweetie! Don't work to hard!"

I end our conversation abruptly with a long drawled out sigh before flopping back against my pillow. Not even a moment later, my phone begins to vibrate. I pick it up without any thought to see who it is.

"That was quick. Missed me already," I muse," What, Phil doesn't hold your attention anymore?"

"Hmm, I'm gone for two weeks and you're already flirting with someone else?" Her voice, along with her light chuckle immediately gives me butterflies in the stomach. "If I weren't so certain you were giving away my affection to your mother, just now…..I think Id feel a bit more hurt. A tad bit jealous even…?"

"Rosalie," My body automatically flings upward and I blush as she again chuckles at my obvious surprise. "H-How-when did you wake up?"

"It happened earlier this morning. You were still at school I believe…"

"Well, why didn't anybody say anything to me? Especially Alice, they were all at school today by the way…."

"I'm aware. And they didn't say anything because they knew you would come to me, if you knew I was awake…"

"Well, yeah! Of course I would of. I mean, jeeze, why wouldn't I want to see you after all this time? Wouldn't you?"

She grunts lightly at this, but other than that she makes no other moves to acknowledge my words.

"Wait, you don't….you don't want to see me? It that why you're not here right now?"

"What, no! Bella of course I want to see you. I love you, don't ever think otherwise…."

"Well come over then. I want to see you."

"I cant," she says simply, sighing heavily through the phone. "I want to, I just cant. Its too dangerous for me to be around you-"

"-Cant you just try, for me? I trust you, Rosalie. You wont hurt me…."

"I know you do, Bella. And you shouldn't, because I don't trust myself around you at all. Just….give me a few more days and hopefully I'll be back to normal…"

"Okay," I agree, albeit a bit begrudgingly. "Well, wait! What about FaceTime? You have that, right?"

"Well, yeah, but I don't really think-"

"Great! Hold on, okay?"

"Bella wait, I'm not really-" I cut her off again with the gentle tap to my phone. I then proceed to reconnect with her using FaceTime; it rings a little longer than necessary before her beautiful face comes to view.

"Wow," I begin marveling at her beauty. "I never really realized just how much I missed you, until now…" The first thing that catches my eyes are her lips; so full, plump, pouty, and kissable. It seems like forever since I actually had a chance to do just that, kiss them. I cant really make out her eyes, on account of they seem to be constantly shifting, nor can I make out her night attire. I assume it some sort of night gown, modest yet also pleasing to the eyes, much like her. Her long hair is cradled on her shoulder and right side of her neck, and I'm more than sure she'd be playing with the ends of it if her hands weren't preoccupied with holding the phone. A nervous habit, I noticed, and she does seem to quite nervous right now for some reason.

"I missed you too. But, Bella….I'm not really comfortable with do this right now…."

"Why? You really don't...want to see me, do you?"

"Bella, I do! I told you I do. I just," frustration seems to get the better of her. She shakes her head and rubs at her eyes, willing the feeling to go away.

"Why wont you look at me, Rosalie?" It's a whisper, but she no doubt heard it very clearly, the way her body stiffens lets me know. And its true, she hasn't looked at me once since we've been on FaceTime.

"You know why, Bella," she says matter-of-factly, still not meeting my gaze.

"I do, but I don't care, Rosalie. I'm not afraid of you…"

"Well I am, Bella….okay? Im afraid.."

"But why? Why-what could you possibly be afraid of, me?"

"Yes," she whispers, finally meeting my gaze head on. My initial reaction is to gasp, not out of fear, out of awe. Her eyes have always been a sort of weakness for me. I'm not sure if its because of the whole glamour or vampire charm thing, but everytime I looked into her eyes, I literally felt as if I were melting. Similar to the feeling radiating below, her eyes are like liquid fire now; swirling and glowing so bright red. "I'm afraid because of that right there, your reaction. You are afraid of me, Bella. Because you finally see me for what I really am…."

"Your eyes don't define you, Rose…"

"No, but my actions do…."

"You haven't done anything wrong, Rosalie…."

"But I have. I've done wrong in my past…..and I've done wrong now…"

"I don't understand…"

"Of course you don't, Bella. Do you know why I'm afraid to really be around you? I had a vision of me, killing you, not too long ago. I killed you, Bella. I want to kill you now. I want to do horrible things to you, Bella. You're everywhere, your scent…..Its almost as if I can smell you through the phone. So strong, as if you were sitting here right next to me. It consumes me constantly. I want to ravage you in every way …."

I'm sure her words are meant to strike some sort of fear in me, and it would if I were any ordinary girl, but I'm not. Her words do the exact opposite, they excite me. The way she's looking at me now, as if im her prey, isn't helping the situation either.

"Lets have phone sex," I offer out of nowhere, earning a confused look from Rosalie. It sounds crazy, I know, but it's the only solution to the growing problem In my pants.

"Wait, what? Bella are you crazy!? I just basically told you that I want to pretty much kill you, and the only thing you gathered is that you want to have phone sex?"

"…..Yes."

"Bella, what the fuck? What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I just, ugh! You're doing things to me right now, that I cant control. And I don't understand it."

"I don't understand it either. I mean, yeah, I'm feeling the same way. But I think my reasons are pretty justifiable…."

"So are mine," I whine, "I mean, it your own fault. You shouldn't have looked at me that way.."

"You mean look at you like I wanted to kill you just now? Cause I do!"

"Not helping, just making me feel bad is all…"

"Bella," she laughs, shaking her head. "There's is something really wrong with you…"

"Kick me while I'm down, why don't you? Sheesh, but uh….just to be clear-"

"No, Bella, we're not doing this!"

"Alright, alright, calm down. No phone sex," I roll my eyes in displeasure. "Well, don't you have some, I don't know, sun glasses or something? Its hard not to want you when you're eyes are distracting me…."

"Oh, really? But you were so adamant about my eyes earlier," she jokes offhandedly before disappearing and then returns with a pair of dark glasses. "Here, better?"

"I still want you, but it'll have to do I suppose."

"Please don't say that. You have no idea how much will power it takes for me to completely ignore my wants. And I do want you too in that way, believe me, badly. But the other need is over powering that. Heightening my instincts is not a good idea right now. It seems harmless I'm sure, phone sex, but its not. My lust would lead me straight to your doorstep, and would not boil over well in the end."

"I understand…and I'll try to calm down. But ya know, teenage hormones and such…"

"it would indeed seem so," she laughs but then become more serious. "How are you, though? I heard you finally managed to make it to the Reservation…"

"I'm okay, I guess. A lot better now that you're awake. But yes, I did. I got my answers and well…..cant say that I didn't take everything by surprise. I guess I pretty much knew, it just…..seeing it, confirming it, is totally different…"

"Yeah, the truth can be kind of overwhelming I suppose. Im just glad you are okay though. That you decided to wait…"

"The funeral, that was the reason, right?"

"Yeah, I just figured tensions would be pretty high, and I'm sure things would of went way south if you hadn't of. I mean, a lot worse than what happen, anyway.."

"So you heard about that, huh?"

"Yes, in a way, I guess you can say I was there. Though my recent visons prove that I wasn't. A little off in my prediction, three days off…"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, ever since I was bitten, I keep having these strange images in my head. Like visions, but I don't necessary see them through my own perspective. I see them through Leah eyes. Somehow, she's become part me. I hear her thoughts often, I feel her pain, her suffering…..I just feel her…"

"That's…odd. So, I guess you should already know that she completely hates my guts and wishes I were dead, then?"

"I suppose, yes. If that were the case, but it isn't. She doesn't hate you, Bella. She's mad, and upset. But not really with you. She's angry with me. She blames me for everything that's happen. And she's upset with you because she feels as though you always pick me over her and Jacob.."

"I guess she has the right to be upset then. I don't…..do it purposely, I just-I don't know. I wish there was something I could do to make it better."

"She's fragile right now, Bella. Just…..give her time. She'll be okay."

"Its weird hearing you talk like that about her. Guess she really does have some type of hold on you. Is she aware of the connection?"

"I don't think so. Id rather it stay that way too. I'm not too keen on being able to be in her head, but if I have to deal with it, id rather her not know about it."

"True, you've got a point there. So I mean, what about everyone else? Are they happy to see you? I imagine Esme must have been beyond ecstatic. I think she took it just as bad as I did, maybe worse."

"Yes, she was pretty much…..Esme about it. Typical mother and all, crying and carrying on. She, Emmett, and Alice have been constantly hovering nonstop. Edward…..is Edward. He didn't quite voice his feelings, but I felt them. Jasper has always been the most remote, I guess you could say. He's never been one to hover, much like Edward…"

Smiling to myself, I hum in agreement to her words; she really does know her family well. We settle into idle conversation after that. I tell her all about school, how everyone is patiently waiting for her grand return, and wondering what I'll do when I finally see her. She laughs of course, mumbles something about typical human behavior and their gossip. She informs me of her struggle throughout her leave, how the pain was unbearable and how I was constantly in her dreams. We're still not sure how that is even possible, but she decides to just chalk it up to the bite. For hours she tells me of her dreams, how she remembers her past life and what and who it entailed.

"Wow, your mom sounds really nice, Rosalie. Wish I could of met her.."

"Yeah, me too. I think you would of liked her. She was a lot like Esme."

"Do you think you'll ever want to look them up? Like your family line and all? You said your parents had more children after you died, right?"

"Yes, I looked into it a few times after I was turned. I had thought about going back a few times, but decided against it. I mean, what could I have possibly said to them? They had already suffered so much when they found out that was dead or at least they thought anyway. How would I explain my appearance if I would of just randomly showed up at their doorstep? By the time I even thought I had worked up the courage to try to see them, it was too late. My parents were already expecting another child. They finally moved on, they were happy again. I wasn't going to take that away from them…"

"That's understandable, I suppose. But wait, how many kids did your parent have after that?"

"Two, maybe three, I think…"

"Wow, so you probably have like, a bunch of nieces and nephews. They probably have kids too, huh?"

"I'm sure they do.."

"That's amazing. You probably have a big family, Rosalie.."

"Yeah, something I've always wanted," Its mumbled sadly and I instantly regret ever bringing it up.

"I'm sorry, Rosalie. I shouldn't of brought it up."

"Its fine, Bella. Don't be sorry. You're just curious, no harm done."

"Are you ever going to tell me what happened to you that day? Is that what you were referring to when you mentioned your past earlier? When you said you had did something wrong?"

"I'll tell you, Bella," she smiles more to herself, a sad smile. "But not today, okay? Ask me," she pauses, seemingly deep in thought. "Ask me when you really want to know…"

"But I really want to know now," I deadpan, eying her with much confusion.

"I know you want to know now, but ask yourself this, is this something you really need to know right now?"

"I feel like your telling me that I should wait. Like this isn't the right time. I also feel as though you're saying this because you don't want to talk about it.."

"And you are very right in your assumptions. I will tell you, Bella. Just not now, give me more time and I will tell you when the moment is right."

"I guessss, I can wait" I say it with an exasperated sigh, flipping onto my side to get more comfortable. " Can I ask you another question then?"

"Yes, but aren't you tired yet? Its almost two in the morning…."

"No," I lie and not even a moment after the fact, my body betrays me. I let out a loud yawn.

"Liar," she grins, "One more question and then its bed time, okay?"

"Okay," I yawn again, this time wiping my eyes as I do so. I guess I am tired. "Carlisle mentioned something, not really to me directly, but I think he was speaking out more to himself. It made him really upset. He said something about you going to Volterra. Why, why did you go there?"

Several emotions seem to play across her face at once. One moment she's looking at me with stoic features, and in the next she's hanging her head, rubbing at her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. She's uncomfortable that's for sure.

"Bella, I want to tell you, but-"

"No, no. Rosalie you said I could ask, so tell me. Why would you go there?"

"I went there because," she hesitates and I watch the thin line form against her lips. "I wanted to forget…"

"I don't understand.."

"When I left you, Bella. I saw you, I saw what I did to you. What it was going to do to you and I-It killed me, Bella. You suffered, I suffered so long. I didn't….I didn't want to do it anymore. I didn't want to be reminded….."

"You wanted to…forget," I repeat more to myself, more than a little shocked and confused.

"Yes, the Volturi have ways of making you forget. It was either that or…."

"Or what? Please don't say what I think you're going to say. I'm already upset with you, Rosalie, so please don't."

"You asked me, Bella. So I want to be honest. Was it a bit rash? Yes, but I wasn't really thinking about it at the time. I just wanted the pain to go away and if forgetting didn't work, then I don't know. What would you have done in my shoes?"

"Well, if it isn't already obvious , I would of came back. I wouldn't have left in the first place! I don't understand you sometimes, Rosalie. Like honestly, sometimes I really don't understand what goes on through your head…."

"I know, I'm an idiot, okay? We know this, I get it. I messed up and I'm sorry, Bella. For the millionth time, I'm sorry. I cant take it back and I'm trying to make it right, but I cant if you don't let me! I don't want you to hate me and I don't-I don't want to argue with you anymore. I just-I feel like I just literally got you back and I cant really handle the thought of you hating me right now."

She's begging me, pleading me with her eyes to understand; even with the glasses, I can still make out those conflicted eyes of hers.

"I don't hate you, Rosalie. I love you and you hurt me, so badly. And to know that you were willing to do that, to try to forget me. It just makes it worse…"

"…I know. And I love you too, Bella, I do…"

"Do you really?"

"Yes. Please believe me when I say that." She removes her glasses, as If looking me in the eye may convey the true feelings behind her words.

I believe her.

"Okay, Rosalie. I believe you. Just know that Its not going to be easy for me to let go, but I'm willing to try, okay? But you've got a lot of work to do, Rosalie. If we're going to do this, you have to be more willing to fight for this, for me. You cant just get up and go whenever you please. You cant leave me, Rosalie!"

"I wont, Bella. I wont leave you."

"Promise me. Promise you wont leave me ever again…"

"I promise you, Bella. I wont ever leave you again."

A/N: Lots of feel-feels, huh? Soooo, I was going to include the whole Rosalie's transformation into a vampire in this chapter, but after hours of writing, my laziness got the best of me. Lol sorry guys! It'll happen though, eventually. Also the whole Leah imprint thing isn't the imprint that so many of you are probably thinking of. Leah bit her and I figured id make it a big cosmic joke if she somehow got connected to Rose in some sort of way. We'll see how that works. I also I got a message asking what was said between Leah and Jacob during the fight in the last chapter. Nothing out of the ordinary, the usual, "you're and idiot for protecting her. She doesn't love you, Jacob. Blah, blah, blah.."