Okay, So I have writers block with my other stories guys, I need help. So This is a story I've been working on for a few days now. So yeah. Oh, Carlisle did not turn Rose, some random vampire did and then he left her on her own.

You say that i've been changing
That I'm not just simply aging
Yeah, How can that be logical?
You keep on cramming ideas down my throat..

Rosalie Hale POV

I wandered gracefully through dark streets of a usually sun filled town. It was around two am here in Phoenix. I rounded the corners, walked in straight lines, chin up, shoulders back. Everything was normal. Then I could hear a stuttering heartbeat, the blood. The blood made me want to go into a frenzy and I hadn't even touched it yet. I turned the corner, following the scent and listening.

Then I froze.

There was a girl. A beautiful girl. She rivaled most vampires beauty. She had her knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them, and her chin resting on top. Her haunted grey eyes were filled with tears that spilled down her pale face. But she never made a sound.

The worst part?

Her clothes were ripped and torn, shredded. She only wore a black band shirt and boy shorts. Her jeans were completely ripped and thrown away in a random direction, her hoodie had gotten the same treatment. Her long mahogany hair, fell straight and to her waist, covering the cuts that littered her body.

When she turned her haunted eyes on me, I wanted to cry. No one should go through this. I went through this. But the corners of her mouth turned up in a very small sad smile. She whispered two words. "Finish It."

"I know how it feels." I told her. Truly, I did. I'd been in this position all those years ago. She nodded in understanding. Her heartbeat was slowing down, and she knew she was dieing. I didn't know what to do. I did the only thing I could think of.

I slowly approached her. Carressed her, leaned forward.. and I bit her. She didn't even make a sound.