A/N: I wanted to apologize for how late this is. My job took over my life, and when I finally had time to write I had so much trouble. I literally wrote this chapter three times in three different ways to try and figure out what way was the best way to take this chapter. I'm finally happy with it, though I feel it could still use some work. I'll let you all be the judge. I didn't much look over this for small spelling mistakes, so I'm sorry if any exist. Also, I am currently working on two new fics, both for the Glee Fandom and both unlike anything I've written before. So keep a look out for them. I haven't settled on a title for one of them, but I am pretty sure that one will be titled Lustful, it is going to be quite a smutty fic however there will have a plot as well.

Thank you for sticking through with me while I tried to find time and inspiration. Enjoy, and review if at all possible, it helps out a lot.

Rosalie's figure glows in the moonlight that covers her beauty as she stands outside on the patio the small hotel room offers. Despite my desire to have a small room, the ever so persistent vampires still managed to get their way with the patio; of course, now I couldn't exactly complain. Right now, looking at Rosalie Hale under the black speckled sky, I was completely breathless. Seeing her stare out at the city lights before her, the beach just to the side of our view, and the way she almost looked happy; it was utterly enchanting. Everything about Rosalie was enchanting. Her eyes, her voice, the way she moved when she felt completely carefree. I couldn't even begin to fathom how anyone could look at her without stopping dead in their tracks. She was almost too much to take in; capable of leaving an innocent bystander completely thoughtless and dumbfounded.

I felt something tugging at my mind, trying to make me remember, trying to make me focus but I was simply too lost in her. The way she leaned in further towards the edge to look down below, the couples walking about hand in hand as they talked about their carefree ways and future dates. I wondered what she thought of in those moments, when she saw people in love after losing that possibility with Emmett. There would be someone else, I couldn't believe that Rosalie would wind up loveless, not when she was so capable of having something epic, something to be written and played out on screen.

The nagging from before is relentless, but somehow I manage to ignore it, just to stare a little longer at her, to be a complete creep and let her believe I was still sleeping soundly while she lost herself in whatever she was thinking.

I'm more than content with just staying in bed and watching, the way I had found so endearing with Edward. To think that someone so beautiful found me interesting, even while I was quite literally doing nothing, seemed completely romantic. And yet, laying here staring at Rosalie, there was something wrong with that picture now. Something that didn't quite add up. And I wondered if it was because I was no longer certain that Edward and I were meant to be forever.

The thought alone caused my heart to skip, and instantly I see Rosalie's body straighten, her guard up faster than I could blink. An unfortunate event to my ever intrigued mind.

I never understood it, the need to hide so incredibly well from everyone. To not let a soul into your thoughts. Around Edward and Jasper I understood, but there were instances where they were nowhere to be found, and she still refused to let her guard down. To let anyone get the chance to see her. I suppose I should feel like one of the lucky ones, being able to see her so gentle and careful with me. And yet even then, it still felt as if she was holding back.

"Bella," She called from the patio, loud enough for me to just barely hear my name fall from her lips. "It isn't polite to stare." Her golden eyes find mine as she turns to face me, her lips curved into an easy smile, no trace of any kind of strain behind them in any way. She was genuinely happy I was awake, and even engaging in conversation with me. How odd.

"I didn't mean to." I confess groggily, moving beneath the covers to sit up. The nagging came once again, but it only grew more and more easy to ignore, Rosalie's beauty the perfect distraction.. In fact, the more clearly I saw Rosalie, the easier it became to ignore everything else around us. I was craving yet again, but what was it? The coolness of her skin? The gentle caresses? What about Rosalie did I yearn for? Somewhere, deep within the pats of me that had been so hidden in denial, I knew what I yearned for. Her approval, her care, and on some level, her affection. Rosalie was a wonderful being, and while she refused to show me it in the beginning, I was now getting the full picture for just how big her heart was, just how much she was capable of caring for someone. I was only seeing a fraction of it, so I could almost imagine what someone she truly loved would get to see from her. Feel from her.

"Tell me more about mates," I asked bluntly, my head tilting some, bedhead falling over my shoulders as she nears my bed with a soft grin of innocence.

"What would you like to know?"

That had stumped me. I couldn't know what it was I wanted to know, because I knew so little already. I didn't have a question because there was nothing to base it off of. All I knew so far was that a vampire could mistake a singer as their soulmate, and that it is painful to be without them. "Anything, everything." I finally answered with a shrug, chewing my lower lip as I shifted further in my bed, offering up some room for the blonde to sit, should she choose to do so with someone so ordinary. I almost thought she wouldn't thinking of me as below her, it was a complex I was still working on; but to my surprise, she sat with ease, gracefully placing herself just close enough to have the hairs on my arms stand on edge. I wasn't used to her being so close, at least not while I was awake.

"Well, I don't know what exactly to say," Her chest fell with a soft sigh, dark golden eyes losing themselves in thought as they sought out the wall behind me. "I know that when you do see your mate, for a vampire anyways, it's undeniable. But the key is to lock eyes with them. You can feel attracted to someone, but to truly know if they're yours, if they are the one that is meant for you for the rest of eternity, you have to lock eyes. Otherwise you may never know." It took some time, but I allowed myself to think over the times Edward and I had locked gazes, how I was so sure he was something permanent, something important. And to think even for a second that it wasn't so, it just didn't seem possible. Not after everything that I'd felt.

"And singers, they're- has there ever been a case where a vampire turned their singer besides you and Emmett? Where they still wound up together?" I hated how hopeful I sounded, I was so positive about both accounts. I was made for Edward, and that I would never wind up with him forever. There was one other finality that I clung to, one that didn't make sense unless I was meant to be with Edward; I was meant to be a Cullen. Alice had seen me as a vampire, she'd seen the future, she saw me so I had to belong with them somehow. I had to.

Despite my eyes shut tightly, I could hear her head shaking, I could practically see her face. It was all so clear, the pain she'd wear over her features, knowing what it was like to lose someone you loved so much. Having that image turn into something completely different. "A vampire always winds up killing their singer. The craving just becomes too great. The smell is too enticing to them, and all it takes is for their blood to spill once, at any amount and they could potentially lose it. I never touched Emmett's blood, I wasn't even around when Carlisle changed him, I couldn't be around the smell."

I nodded softly in understanding, showing I heard her despite not wanting to. Despite wishing that none of this were true and she was just trying to hurt me, or keep me away from her family. But I couldn't imagine her going through such lengths to do this. And perhaps that was foolish of me. "And soulmates? They don't crave the blood?" Again, I hear her shake her head before I actually see it.

"We care too greatly for our mate to bring them any harm. So while the smell of their blood may be incredibly tempting, it would be far too painful to even imagine causing them harm. It would be like a deathwish. I'd rather die than-" Her voice stops short, and in that moment I saw three images flash before my mind; first the baseball game, the one that had started all of this trouble, the one that changed my life completely from the start. It was the first time I actually saw Rosalie. She had always avoided me, had always done everything to stay as far away from me as possible, but in that one moment, in the single half of a minute where I had confirmed she was out, we finally saw each other. At first I had assumed the glare she gave me was one of hatred, of annoyance, but I could be so entirely wrong. It wouldn't be the first time.

The second was when James and the others came to attack, Edward stood right by my side, but Rosalie was at the forefront, her snarl almost more intimidating than the others. I had only seen it for a second, less probably; it was more than likely why I never paid attention to it, how could I be sure it was truly there? And lastly I saw Rosalie's arms holding me securely, keeping me safe from whatever nightmares came in the middle of my naps. It all pieced together with so much ease, like the final puzzle pieces and yet it didn't make sense. How could any of this make sense?

None of this was at all possible. I was reaching. My desperation to be a part of this family had reached critical psychotic levels and if I let myself believe in this delusion any longer, I'd wind up humiliating myself and more possibly winding up dead.

"Would you like to go out to dinner? You haven't actually eaten anything of substance, and I'm actually worrying about you." Her teasing words aren't lost on myself and I manage a soft scoff of a laugh before ducking my head to hide from her gaze, the one that causes all of the wrong reactions from me. I was losing it, I was losing my mind.

"We don't have to go out, I know you don't exactly eat what I do."

Despite every voice in myself, despite what I knew would happen if I did so, I yearned too deeply, and my eyes found Rosalie's, unexpectedly just a foot or so from my own. Her closeness was odd, comforting, and unfortunately confusing. The ice-queen was so close, so willing to be near me, despite her eyes darkening with a hunger I knew was difficult to control. And with my blood being exceptionally sweet, I couldn't imagine how hard she was fighting off. But then, maybe it was easy for her. Maybe she really was - I refused to let myself finish the thought, because it wasn't possible. And I wasn't going to lose my sanity over something so pathetic. "The going out is more for my sanity than for you. I'm growing increasingly tired of these walls. I want to go out and see what Phoenix has to offer."

"Sun, mostly." Her eyes sparkled with my small joke, and I can't stop the soft nervous chuckle from myself as she moves to leave my bed, much to my utter distaste. I'm finding that, despite my crisis, Rosalie is actually incredible to be around, her softness and tenderness something I wanted more of. Edward was soft, of course, but there was a difference in Rosalie. There was something that she held within her that Edward didn't, whatever it was I couldn't figure out. But then, I wasn't trying all that hard. I didn't want to know, because knowing could lead to a much greater can of worms than I was ready to face. And just the knowledge of that much was already too much for me.

Neither of us gets the chance to say anything else, Jasper rushing in through the door in an instant before he begins to head over to my bag of clothes. "What's wrong?" Rosalie asks, returning to my side immediately. I took far more comfort in that than I felt was right, but then, I didn't stop myself from attempting to get closer to her as well. All of it out of compulsion, I would convince myself of this until the day I died. Rosalie was strong, and deep down I knew she would protect me, a natural instinct it seemed.

Jasper didn't answer, at least not loud enough for me to hear. I didn't even hear the soft hum of their voices, just the silence of the typically calm vampire rushing about to pack up everything he could into my bag. "Jasper…" I call, praying that it isn't the worst, praying that I wasn't about to hear that someone had died for me. Especially now. Now that I wasn't sure Edward and I were meant for a forever together, and was seriously questioning if Rosalie was.

"James has moved, Alice had a vision, she's not sure where exactly it is, but she knows he's going to Phoenix, if he isn't here already. She said he's going to a building with mirrors, there's a piano and an exit sign. But that's all she can get. Edward's flying here, he's taking Bella somewhere."

"What?" Rosalie's voice is hardly what it had been over the past few days. It almost sounded broken, weak even. And I couldn't be sure as to why but I knew that I hated hearing it. And I hated even more how it hurt to hear. This was all wrong, this was not at all how things were supposed to happen.

And just as I'm about to protest, the phone in Jasper's pocket rings, causing all three of us to tense. He takes a moment, looking from Rosalie to myself before pulling it out and sighing in relief. "Alice." He says before walking to another part of the room, no doubt in an attempt to keep from Rosalie hearing, though I doubt she was the type to listen in on conversations.

"He can't do that," the vampire by my side says to herself, her pale hand running through her blonde hair, tension written all over her body. "He can't. He knows that would…"

"Rosalie?" I call, reaching for her wrist to try and bring her mind back to myself. It works, but only for a moment. Those golden eyes that have darkened over the past few days find my own for only a split second before they grow distant in thought. "Rose, what's wrong? What are you thinking?"

She doesn't answer me, not with what I want to hear. Instead she just tells me to grab my bag, an order I follow easily, and the next thing I know, she's lifting me from the bed and racing us out of the hotel room. I can hear the faint sounds of Jasper shouting Rosalie's name, but she doesn't stop. She just keeps running at vampire speed away from the hotel. All over again, nothing is making sense. I just wanted answers, I wanted to know what Alice saw exactly, I wanted to know where Edward would have taken me, and I needed to know where Rosalie planned on taking me. But I was too dizzy to ask, the scenery around us blurry and causing my head to spin. "Rose," I call again, still unaware of the nickname I'd chosen to use for now. It's not until we're in Jasper's car that I'm finally able to look at her, the panic strewn across her face causing me to worry for her. I can't even begin to think about myself with how petrified she seems, the stress so clear over her. It kills me to see. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" She asks in a shout of incredulousness. "Did you not hear Jasper? James is here, and Edward was going to take you to God knew where."

"Why does that matter? He was going to take me anywhere before I told him to take me here. You wouldn't have to keep pretending to like me, anymore. And your family could stop being separated like you want. I don't…" My sentence fails to finish itself once I realize she's growling a low intimidating growl, one I hadn't heard. Not since Edward stood before my when we first met James and the others.

"He's not allowed to." She finally answers through gritted teeth.

"Who isn't allowed to what?"

Another growl rips from her chest as she pressed firmly over the gas pedal, and soon the outdoors are nearly impossible to see, turned into thin lines as we speed by on the freeway. "I just need to get you away. Okay? Can that be enough for now?" My eyes lock to the side of her face as she continues to drive far far away from the place I once called home. Despite my best efforts, I can't read her, I can't understand her. But I don't need to, not really.

"Okay," I manage, though my voice is much weaker than I wished. "I trust you." Those words finally catch her attention, and she slows down enough to look my way for a moment before turning back to the road. There was something there, something that made me warm. It was important and I couldn't put a single word to it. All I knew was that something incredible just happened and I have no idea what it was or why it happened. But it was important. And I wasn't ready to admit the possibility that I was right. Not when I was so wrong just a few minutes ago about the love of my life being a vampire I was now running away from.