Summary: When Rosalie was changed, she left behind her family. But one person in particular. Her Sister. Isabella Hale. After eighty years, of thinking her little sister was dead, she finds her in an unexpected place. Nobody knows about Isabella existence, she's a secret Rosalie has kept to herself. .Everything complicates when Isabella finds herself falling for Edward Cullen. "Family is the most important thing," What will the Hale sisters do now?

Rosalie's Pov

" We're moving!" Alice cheered happily running into my room. "Ever heard of knocking?" I hissed at her. I was sitting on the couch flipping through some magazines Alice insists on buying. For the fashion. She rolled her eyes but continued to bounce on my white rug. "Alice," I complained. "Hush Rose! We are moving!" She cheered once more. Only Alice can be happy to start a new life. No, starting the same life and lies all over again. I personally hated it. I hated all of it.

"Get happy Rose! A change will do good for us. Especially since…you know-" She was talking about Jasper. He had lost control a couple of weeks ago. He had a complete blood lust battle. Poor girl, never stood a chance. Luckily enough for all of us, Alice foresaw it and we were able to dispose of the body. Jasper wasn't the same. After all he did kill a human. Shame, he was having a rather good year.

"I guess your right," The only thing Alice and I ever seemed to agree upon was the safety of our family's secret. After all, how would humans react if they knew they had Vampires living in their town? Enter the holly water and garlic here! Stupid myths.

"Yeah, he is taking it really hard," Alice stopped being her happy self. I sighed. I hated seeing her so sad. "Alice, everyone has their weak moments. It must've been tough for Jasper. We are always around them, it's hard to resist. You know that not all humans smell the same. Some are sweeter than the rest.-" She tried giving me a smile but failed. "Jasper was at war, drinking off Human blood for hundreds of years Ally, of course it would be harder for him to adjust." I tried assuring her.

""You think so?" She asked. "Yes," I replied simply. I wasn't so much for emotional conversations. "Thanks so much for this Rose," She added. "For what?" I asked raising an eyebrow at her. "For helping me out, and being understanding, you really are a great sister," She kissed my cheek lightly and dance to the door. "You might want to start packing. We leave tomorrow. Bright and Early." She gave me another smile, and the pixie walked out.

"You really are a great sister," Alice's words invaded my head. My thoughts drifted to the one person that I've missed for the past eighty years. For the one person I have loved more than myself that wasn't Emmett, my husband. Someone who knew me to the core. Someone who knows my deepest emotions. Someone who I could be myself around with. How I missed Her.

Flash back

"Rose!" My sister came in yelling, barging into my room. I was sitting on my chair, carefully brushing my blonde locks in front of a grand Mirror. I gave my sister a stern look. "Oh," She stopped dead on her tracks. She ran back out the door and closed it behind her. She knocked and I laughed softly. "Come in," I played along. "Rose!" She said again, with the same tone as before. "What is it Sister?" I asked her. She looked frantic.

"Father wants me to start getting involved with Nathan King!" She said disgustedly. "Nathan?" I laughed at my sister. She glared and dropped herself upon my bed. "Rose! I do not want to become an item with Nathan!" She complained. " He isn't terrible Sister," I assured her. "You think all King's are charming people," She grimaced purposely. "Royce is a good man," I defended my soon to be husband. "I don't like him," She said sincerely. And I knew this.

"Sister dear, you are overwhelming yourself with superstitions." I said to her. "I am not!" She defended herself. "Royce King is the devil himself!" She spat. "Sister," I shook my head. I hated the fact that she couldn't except him. He shall become my husband in the matter of months. She had to learn to deal with him. And all the King's.

"Besides, didn't you fancy Nathan?" I asked her. Switching the subject. She wasn't oblivious to the fact. She grunted and rolled her eyes. But knew to please me. "I did, before," She said. "What changed?" I asked her, concentrating on brushing my golden hair. "His is not worth my time is all," She said. She was clearly covering something up. "Isabella," I said her name. Waiting for her to respond. She knew she had been caught.

"Fine, I have fallen for someone else," She said happily. "Who is the fortunate lad?" I asked my sister. Looking into the mirror, I waited for her response. "It's silly of me," She replied soon after. "Continue," I said not looking away from my appearance. Can beauty actually control a man? "I don't know his name, or where he came from," She admitted. That made me tear away from my question.

My eyes darted to her. Her big brown eyes, stared embarrassingly back at me. As I watched her, I thought about our sisterhood. How can we actually be sisters? We looked nothing alike! She has big brown eyes, as I have them blue. Her hair is the same color, but mine is a golden blonde. One thing that we did have comparison was the pale skin. And the blush that we inherited form our mother.

"You don't know his name?" I teased her. "No, I fell in love with his eyes!" She confessed. She buried her face in her hands. Hiding the embarrassment. "It's nothing to be ashamed of Sister," I assured her. "Rosalie, he has the most amazing Golden eyes. I can get lost in them forever!" She sighed. Hopeless Romantic. "How so?" I asked her.

"I saw him once. He was walking along the field, I was walking back from the School house and I saw him there. Apparently I caught his attention too! We locked eyes for what seemed all eternity! But then-" She paused. "Then what?" I asked, I was intrigued my her tale. "When I blushed and looked away for two quick seconds, he was gone." She said softly. I couldn't help but to laugh. How my sister fantasized a lot. She believed in mythical creatures and supernatural beings. Surely she dreamt up an Angel.

"This is why I didn't want share this with you," She said earnestly. "Im sorry Sister," I replied. "It's just you and your imagination," She grunted. "Look Isabella," I stopped laughing. My tone became serious. "You are only but fifteen years old, your still young. Don't be in such a rush to find love. Love will come to you. You wont have the need to dream it up," She smiled slightly at me. "Rosalie you are merely nineteen, shouldn't you not be in a rush to go through marriage?" That little Twerp. She always knows how to turn things around. But that doesn't mean she was ever wrong.

"I need to marry Royce," I stated. "Why?" She asked. She knew the answer to this as much as I did. Or even further than I. "It'll make-" "Father happy," She finished. "You shouldn't live for him Rosalie, he wants you to be happy. And that is indisputably greater than his ambition." She said. "Father may be ambitious, but he is looking out for his two daughters. We are the world for him Isabella, please grasp that. Don't let your rebellious side overlook that," I told my sister. She was in such a craving for Liberty, that she would overpass her own Father to get it. She was like the wind, she needed to roam freely. And was hard to tie down.

"You should go to bed," I added. She sighed. "Im sorry Rosalie, sometimes I let my own ambitions get in the way of what is really important. And that is family. I love Father, but I just wish he would not try and control me.-But I love you as much or even more." She smiled. Besides the age difference Isabella and I got along greatly. We were inseparable. Taking away that she genuinely disliked Royce, the reason why her hate towards him grew was because I would have to leave. And we wouldn't see each other as much. Although I promised I would visit frequently.

"Isabella," I called her before she left my room. "I promise I'll try and convince our father not to pressure you into a relationship with Nathan King," I wanted her to be happy after all. "Are you headed out?" She replied. We aren't much for being demonstrative. "Im going to see Vera, her little Henry is just so adorable," I smiled. "Have a good evening," She smiled back. She reached for the handle and opened the door. "You really are a great sister," She said to me. She gave me one last loving gaze and walked out. "I love you too Sister," I smiled, and looked back at the mirror.

End Of Flashback

"Rosie!" Emmett came into the room. "Hey Babe," He greeted and launched himself on the couch. "Emmett!" I yelled as he tossed me out of the couch. "Sorry Rose," He laughed. He picked me off the floor and placed me on his lap. "I called you from downstairs, but you didn't respond," He said. "Oh, I was just thinking," I told him. "About me?" He wiggled his eyebrows. "Yes," I smiled, and kiss him lightly.

"So did Tink tell you that we are moving?" He asked me. "Yes, Ally is really excited to go," I told him. "Oh I know!" He said. I laughed. Emmett and I gossiped like middle aged women.

"Jazzy seems to be happy about it, but I don't need his powers to know he is scared," He said. "It's natural, but we must remember it's tougher for him Emmy," I said. He laughed. "I love the way you sound." " How?" I asked him. "Like an overprotective big sister," He kissed my forehead. "Who said my Rosie Posie isn't loving?" He teased. Oh Isabella, what ever happened to you.