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   My name is Rosalie Lillian Hale and I am beautiful.  This is objective fact, and has always been true, even in my human life.  Ever since I was born, everyone told me that I was beautiful.  Flawless skin, long blonde hair, and eyes of such a deep, vivid blue many called them violet.  I was silly and spoiled and selfish, but I was beautiful, and I was thrilled to be me.  As the most beautiful girl in Rochester, if not all of New York, my future was bright, promising, and within my reach in 1933.  The year I turned 18.  The year I was going to be married.  The year I died.

  My family was upper middle class with designs on being more, and so my mother very carefully planned for me to catch the eye of Royce King, Jr, the son of the richest, most powerful man in town.   She put me in my best dress and sent me to deliver my father's lunch at the bank where he worked.  Royce couldn't resist me, and our courtship was quick and very public.  He sent me flowers and showed me off, and I thought I was in heaven: Rosalie King had quite a nice ring to it.

  I was naive, but I wasn't stupid.  I noticed that Royce didn't treat me like my friend Vera's husband treated her.  Vera wasn't particularly beautiful and she wasn't wealthy, but I envied the happy life she had with her adoring husband and sweet baby boy, Henry.  He had dark curly hair and dimples and I spent all my free time (when I wasn't busy planning my wedding) playing with that adorable baby.  I couldn't wait until I had one of my own.  But fate had other plans for me.

  Walking home from Vera's one night, I ran into Royce and his friends.  They were drunk, and he wanted to show me off, as usual.  But things quickly got out of hand--the group of them raped me, and then beat me within an inch of my life.  They left me in the cold street to die, and I would have if not for the intervention of Carlislw.  I didn't like him or his family--the three of them were the only people in town more beautiful than I was--but he appeared that night and tried to help me.  He was a doctor, after all.  But he was also a vampire, and when he couldn't do anything to save my mortal life, he carried me back to his house and made me immortal.

  I wasn't happy about it, to put it mildly.  I had been raped, murdered, and turned into a blood-drinking monster all in one night.  And I was going to have my revenge.  I hunted down each of my attackers one by one and murdered them--all without spilling or drinking any of their blood.  I refused to have any part of them inside of me. I even stole a wedding dress to wear when I finally killed Royce (I saved him for last). I always had a flair for the dramatic.

  I hated being a vampire, but I had no choice in the matter, and I didn't want to be alone, so I stayed with Carlisle and his family--his wife, Esme, and his 'son', Edward. My relationship with Carlisle was distant and I hated arrogant, know-it-all, mind-reading Edward. It was Esme who made this horrible life bearable, Esme who understood what I had been through. She was the only thing keeping me sane until I found Emmett.

I still don't understand how the big lug got himself into that mess in the first place, but I found him while I was hunting. He was losing a fight with a bear and I took one look at his face and just knew I couldn't let him die. I picked Emmett up and ran as fast as I could back to Carlisle, a hundred miles away. The journey was the hardest thing I had ever done, because Emmett was bleeding everywhere and I was so thirsty, but I wanted him to live more than anything. He thought I was an angel. I didn't dare try to turn him into a vampire myself so I begged Carlisle to do it. Emmett turned out to be the perfect companion for me: the light to my darkness, the happiness to my sadness, the optimism to my negativity. He makes me laugh and loves me even for all my faults and moodiness. He is the best thing to have ever happened to me.

I still struggle with what we are. I am a girl used to getting what I want, but the things I want most--a child of my own, the ability to age, the ability to move forward in my life—are impossible for me. I would give up my beauty and immortality in an instant to be human again. Emmett helps me make the best of it, and sometimes we live as newlyweds away from the rest of the family (which now includes the 'strays' Alice and Jasper). Things were going fine until my idiot brother fell in love with a human, putting all of our lives at risk. Repeatedly.

He can be so selfish.

Rosalie Hale and Twilight are the creations of Stephenie Meyer, all rights reserved. This page is for entertainment purposes only.

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Rosalie at her best!
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