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Twilight ReVAMPed

A/N: If you have any questions or comments throughout the story, post them in my reviews and I will answer them in my next Author's Note at the bottom of the chapter. – Bella'Xo

Chapter 9
(Bella's POV)

I made my way out of Jasper's study with a small smile gracing my lips. Learning about everything that my mate had been through made me feel closer to him in an unexplained way. I couldn't describe it, but it made me feel like my heart was going to start beating again at any second.

I turned the corner at the end of the hall way and stopped in my tracks at the sight that lay before me. It wasn't anything startling, but it got my attention, even with it's innocence. Rosalie stood in the doorway to the guest bedroom where Miley was napping before her late dinner. I could see the wistfulness in the beautiful blonde's expression as she watched my daughter nap and dream of things that children her age dream of.

"Rosalie?" I whispered softly as to not wake my daughter.

Being caught, Rosalie turned her head and looked at me with a sheepish expression. "Hi Bella." she murmured.

"What are you doing? Is Miley alright?" Peering into the room, as well as what my senses told me, I knew that she was sleeping soundly and showed no distress in her unconsciousness.

Rosalie sighed. "You have no idea how lucky you are, Bella. You get to experience something that none of us women get to feel. I would give anything to be in your shoes."

Comprehension dawned on me as I realized what Rosalie was talking about. She obviously longed to have a child, to be a mother. I wasn't sure what to say to comfort her, because I knew that I was lucky to have my daughter with me and get to experience what women in the vampire world never get to feel.

"I know how lucky I am to have her, Rosalie. She means everything to me and I would do whatever I have to in order for her to live a happy, healthy life." I said.

With one last glance and a sigh, Rosalie slowly closed the door, taking care not to make much noise when the door latched shut. Finally, she turned to face me, an emotional pain behind her eyes shown as they met mine.

"Has anyone here told you my story? How I became...this?" She asked gesturing to herself.

I pursed my lips and shook my head. "No. When Peter told me about all of you, he never mentioned how each of you became how you became what we are. So far, I've learned Carlisle, Edward and Jasper's out of the family." I shrugged.

We started down the hall side by side until we stopped in front of her bedroom. She turned and faced me. "Would you like to hear my story, Bella? It doesn't have a happy ending – but which of ours does? If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now. You are probably the only one who's story has a positive outcome so far."

I nodded, though I knew it wouldn't be a bedtime story by the edge in her voice. She returned my nod by opening her bedroom door, revealing a beautiful bedroom done in cream colors and forest green linens. Everything matched both her and Emmett's taste with a large giant-sized bed as the center piece.

We made our way into the room and Rose immediately took a seat at the edge of her bed, gesturing me to sit down beside her as she made herself comfortable.

"I lived in a different world than you did, Bella. My human world was a much simpler place. It was nineteen thirty-three. I was eighteen, and I was beautiful. My life was perfect." She stared out the window at the silver clouds, her expression far away.

"My parents were thoroughly middle class. My father had a stable job in a bank, something I realize now that he was smug about – he saw his prosperity as a reward for talent and hard work, rather than acknowledging the luck involved. I took it all for granted then; in my home, it was as if the Great Depression was only a troublesome rumor. Of course I saw the poor people, the ones who weren't as lucky. My father left me with the impression that they'd brought their troubles on themselves.

"It was my mother's job to keep our house – and myself and my two younger brothers – in spotless order. It was clear that I was both her first priority and her favorite. I didn't fully understand at the time, but I was always vaguely aware that my parent weren't satisfied with what they had, even if it was so much more than most. They wanted more. They had social aspirations – social climbers, I suppose you could call them.

"My beauty was a gift to them. They saw so much more potential in it than I did. They weren't satisfied, but I was. I was thrilled to be me, to be Rosalie Hale. Pleased that men's eyes watched me everywhere I went, from the year I turned twelve. Delighted that my girlfriends sighed with envy when they touched my hair. Happy that my mother was proud of me and that my father liked to buy me pretty dresses.

"I knew what I wanted out of life. And there didn't seem to be any way that I wouldn't get exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be loved, to be adored. I wanted to have a huge, flowery wedding, where everyone in town would watch me walk down the aisle on my father's arm and think I was the most beautiful thing they'd ever seen. Admiration was like air to me, Bella. I was silly and shallow, but I was content." She smiled, amused at her own evaluation.

"My parent's influence had been such that I also wanted the material things of life. I wanted a big house with elegant furnishings that someone else would clean and a modern kitchen that someone else would cook in. As I said, shallow. Young and very shallow. And I didn't see any reason why I wouldn't get these things.

"There were a few things I wanted that were more meaningful. One thing in particular. My very closest friend was a girl named Vera. She married young, just seventeen. She married a man my parents would never have considered for me – a carpenter. A year later she had a son, a beautiful little boy with dimples and curly black hair. It was the first time I'd ever felt truly jealous of anyone else in my entire life."

She looked at me with unfathomable eyes. "It was a different time. I was the same age as you, but I was ready for it all. I yearned for my own little baby. I wanted my own house and a husband who would kiss me when he got home from work – just like Vera. Only I had a very different kind of house in mind..."

It was hard for me to imagine the world that Rosalie had known. Her story sounded more like a fairy tale than history to me. With a slight shock, I realized that this was a world that Jasper, as well as Peter, Charlotte and most of the Cullen's would have seen. I wondered – while Rosalie sat silent for a moment – if my world seemed as baffling to them as Rosalie's did to me?

Rosalie sighed, and when she spoke again her voice was different, the wistfulness gone. "In Rochester, there was one royal family – the Kings, ironically enough. Royce King owned the bank my father worked at, and nearly every other really profitable business in town. That's how his son, Royce King the Second" - her mouth twisted around the name, it came out through her teeth - "saw me the first time. He was going to take over at the bank, and so he began overseeing the different positions. Two days later, my mother conveniently forgot to send my father's lunch to work with him. I remember being confused when she insisted that I wear my white organza and roll my hair up just to run over to the bank." Rosalie laughed without humor.

"I didn't notice Royce watching me particularly. Everyone watched me. But that night the first of the roses came. Every night of our courtship, he sent a bouquet of roses to me. My room was always overflowing with them. It got to the point that I would smell like roses when I left the house.

"Royce was handsome, too. He had lighter hair than I did, and pale blue eyes. He said my eyes were like violets, and then those started showing up alongside the roses.

"My parents approved – that's putting it mildly. This was everything they'd dreamed of. And Royce seemed to be everything I'd dreamed of. The fairy tale prince, come to make me a princess. Everything I wanted, yet it was still no more than I expected. We were engaged before I'd known him for two months.

"We didn't spend a great deal of time alone with each other. Royce told me he had many responsibilities at work, and, when we were together, he liked people to look at us, to see me on his arm. I liked that, too. There were lots of parties, dancing, and pretty dresses. When you were a King, every door was open for you, ever red carpet rolled out to greet you.

"It wasn't a long engagement. Plans went ahead for the most lavish wedding. It was going to be everything I'd ever wanted. I was completely happy. When I called at Vera's, I no longer felt jealous. I pictured my fair-haired children playing on the huge lawns of the Kings' estate, and I pitied her." Rosalie broke off suddenly, clenching her teeth together. It pulled me out of her story, and I realized that the horror was not far off. There would be no happy ending, as she'd promised. I wondered if this was why she seemed to have so much more bitterness in her than the rest of them – because she'd been within reach of everything she'd wanted when he human life was cut short.

"I was at Vera's that night," Rosalie whispered. Her face was smooth as marble, and as hard. "Her little Henry really was adorable, all smiles and dimples – he was just sitting up on his own. Vera walked me to the door as I was leaving, her baby in her arms and her husband at her side, his arm around her waist. He kissed her on the cheek when he thought I wasn't looking. That bothered me. When Royce kissed me, it wasn't quite the same – not so sweet somehow... I shoved that thought aside. Royce was my prince. Someday, I would be queen."

I could see in the moonlight as her bone white face got paler.

"It was dark in the streets, the lamps already on. I hadn't realized how late it was." She continued to whisper almost inaudibly. "It was cold, too. Very cold for late April. The wedding was only a week away, and I was worrying about the weather as I hurried home – I can remember that clearly. I remember every detail about that night. I clung to it so hard... in the beginning. I thought of nothing else. And so I remember this, when so many peasant memories have faded away completely..."

She sighed, and began whispering again. "Yes, I was worrying about the weather... I didn't want to have to move the wedding indoors...

"I was a few streets from my house when I heard them. A cluster of men under a broken street lamp, laughing too loud. Drunk. I wished I'd called my father to escort me home, but the way was so short, it seemed silly. And then he called my name.

"'Rose!' he yelled, and the others laughed stupidly.

"I hadn't realized the drunks were so well dressed. It was Royce and some of his friends, sons of other rich men.

"'Here's my Rose!' Royce shouted, laughing with them, sounding just as stupid. 'You're late. We're cold, you've kept us waiting so long.'

"I'd never seen him drink before. A toast, now and then, at a party. He'd told me he didn't like champagne. I hadn't realized that he preferred something much stronger.

"He had a new friend – the friend of a friend, come up from Atlanta.

"'What did I tell you, John.' Royce crowed, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer. 'Isn't she lovelier than all your Georgia peaches?'

"The man named John was dark-haired and suntanned. He looked me over like I was a horse he was buying.

"'It's hard to tell,' He drawled slowly. 'She's all covered up.'

"They laughed, Royce like the rest.

"Suddenly, Royce ripped my jacket from my shoulders – it was a gift from him – popping the brass buttons off. They scattered all over the street.

"'Show him what you look like, Rose!' He laughed again, and then he tore my hat out of my hair. The pins wrenched my hair from the roots, and I cried out in pain. They seemed to enjoy that – the sound of my pain..." Rosalie looked at me suddenly, as if she'd forgotten I was there. I was sure that my face was as white as hers.

"I won't make you listen to the rest," she said quietly. "They left me in the street, still laughing as they stumbled away. They thought I was dead. They were teasing Royce that he would have to find a new bride. He laughed and said he'd have to learn some patience first.

"I waited in the road to die. It was cold, though there was so much pain that I was surprised it bothered me. It started to snow, and I wondered why I wasn't dying. I was impatient for death to come, to end the pain. It was taking so long...

"Carlisle found me, then. He'd smelled the blood, and came to investigate. I remember being vaguely irritated as he worked over me, trying to save my life. I'd never liked Dr. Cullen or his wife and her brother – as Edward pretended to be then. It had upset me that they were all more beautiful than I was, especially that the men were. But they didn't mingle in society, so I'd only seen them once or twice.

"I thought I'd died when he pulled me from the ground and ran with me – because of the speed – it felt like I was flying. I remembered being horrified that the pain didn't stop...

"Then I was in a bright room, and it was warm. I was slipping away, and I was grateful as the pain began to dull. But suddenly something sharp was cutting me, my throat, my wrists, my ankles. I screamed in shock, thinking he'd brought me there to hurt me more. Then the first started burning through me, and I didn't care about anything else. I begged him to kill me. When Esmé and Edward returned home, I begged them to kill me, too.

"Carlisle sat with me. He held my hand and said that he was so sorry, promising that it would end. He told me everything, and sometimes I listened. He told me what he was, what I was becoming. I didn't believe him. He apologized each time I screamed.

"Edward wasn't happy. I remember hearing them discuss me. I stopped screaming sometimes. It did no good to scream.

"'What were you thinking, Carlisle?' Edward said. 'Rosalie Hale?'" Rosalie imitated Edward's irritated tone to perfection. "I didn't like the way he said my name, like there was something wrong with me.

"'I couldn't just let her die,' Carlisle said quietly. 'It was too much – too horrible, too much waste.'

"'I know,' Edward said, and I thought he sounded dismissive. It angered me. I didn't know then that he really could see exactly what Carlisle had seen.

"'It was too much waste. I couldn't leave her,' Carlisle repeated in a whisper.

"'Of course you couldn't,' Esmé agreed.

"'People die all the time,' Edward reminded him in a hard voice. 'Don't you think she's just a little recognizable, though? The Kings will have to put up a huge search – not that anyone suspects the fiend,' he growled.

"It pleased me that they seemed to know that Royce was guilty.

"I didn't realize that it was almost over – that I was getting stronger and that was why I was able to concentrate on what they were saying. The pain was beginning to fade from my fingertips.

"'What are we going to do with her?' Edward said disgustedly – or that's how it sounded to me, at least.

"Carlisle sighed. 'That's up to her, of course. She may want to go her own way.'

"I'd believed enough of what he'd told me that his words terrified me. I knew that my life was ended, and there was no going back for me. I couldn't stand the thought of being alone...

"The pain finally ended and they explained to me again what I was. This time I believed. I felt the thirst, my hard skin; I saw my brilliant red eyes.

"Shallow as I was, I felt better when I saw my reflection in the mirror the first time. Despite the eyes, I was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen." She laughed at herself for a moment. "It took some time before I began to blame the beauty for what had happened to me – for me to see the curse of it. To wish that I had been... well, not ugly, but normal. Like Vera. So I could have been allowed to marry someone who loved me, and have pretty babies. That's what I'd really wanted, all along. It still doesn't seem like too much to have asked for."

She was thoughtful for a moment, and I wondered if she'd forgotten my presence again. But then she smiled at me, her expression suddenly triumphant.

"You know, my record is almost as clean as Carlisle's," she told me. "Better than Esmé. A thousand times better than Edward. I've never tasted human blood," she announced proudly.

She understood my puzzled expression as I wondered why her record was almost as clean.

"I did murder five humans," she told me in a complacent tone. "If you can really call them human. But I was very careful not to spill their blood – I knew I wouldn't be able to resist that, and I didn't want any part of them in me, you see.

"I saved Royce for last. I hoped that he would hear of his friends' deaths and understand, know what was coming for him. I think it worked. He was hiding inside a windowless room behind a door as thick as a bank vault's, guarded outside by armed men, when I caught up with him. Oops – seven murders," she corrected herself. "I forgot about his guards. They only took a second.

"I was over theatrical. It was kind of childish, really. I wore a wedding dress I'd stolen for the occasion.

"He screamed when he saw me. He screamed a lot that night. Saving him for last was a good idea – it made it easier for me to control myself, to make it slower - " She broke off suddenly, and she glanced down at me. "I'm sorry," she said in a chagrined voice. "I got carried away."

"Don't worry about it."

You see, Bella," Her voice was suddenly more passionate than before, even while she'd told her unhappy story. "You have everything. Even though you're a vampire, you have a child, a mate who's crazy about you and a family who love you. I'd trade everything that I have to be you." She stared at me for a long moment, and slowly, the fervor in her eyes dimmed.

"You did get a happy ending,, though," I reminded her. "You got Emmett."

"I got half," she grinned. "Did you know that I saved Emmett from a bear that was mauling him, and carried him home to Carlisle? Any guesses on why I stopped the bear from eating him?"

"Because you realized that he was your mate?" I guessed.

She shook her head. "I didn't realize that at first, not until he opened his eyes and they truly met mine for the first time." She clarified before giving me her answer. "With his dark curls... the dimples that showed even while he was grimacing in pain... the strange innocence that seemed so out of place on a grown man's face... he reminded me of Vera's little Henry. I didn't want him to die – so much that, even though I hated this life, I was selfish enough to ask Carlisle to change him for me.

"I got luckier than I deserved. Emmett is everything I would have asked for it I'd known myself well enough to know what to ask for. He's exactly the kind of person someone like me needs. And, oddly enough, he needs me, too. That part worked out better than I could have hoped. But there will never be more than the two of u. And I'll never sit on a porch somewhere, with him gray-haired by my side, surrounded by our grandchildren."

Her smile was kind now. "That sounds quite bizarre to you, doesn't it? Even with you being a mother and a vampire... in some ways, you are much more mature than I was at eighteen." She patted my hand.

I smiled a small smile. "Thanks, Rosalie. It's nice to understand... to know you better."

"Family calls me Rose, Bella." She smiled back.

My smile widened and I nodded once. "Rose." I corrected myself, trying it on for size. "You know, Miley would love for you to spend time with her. She told me yesterday that you looked like a princess. And she absolutely adores Emmett."

"Thank you, Bella." She nodded just as I heard Miley cry out for me.

"I better go get her. I think Esmé and Charlotte have her dinner ready." I said rising to my feet.

She mimicked my pose and nodded again, walking me to her door as I made my way out and down the hall back to the guest bedroom to pick up my little curly haired daughter.

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