It is amazingly easy to fool modern day humans; to blend into the background with them. Simply for the sake of the story, I will present you with our cover story... and our real cover story is quite simple, compared to our real one. Apparently, we used to all be foster children. When Esme and Carlisle left the foster home, they returned at 20, married. Apparently, our shelter had burned down, and they accepted us into their family, even though they were so young. That was supposedly 6 years ago, when we were 10 or 11.

It's not too hard to pull this off; almost all of us, give or take my great grandparents, Carlisle and Esme, and my not-exactly-immortal-but-is-not-growing father, Jacob, who look about 25-ish.

Our real story isn't even close. All of us were damned to the eternall hell in which they call vampire immortality. Okay, I was only 1/3rds vamp, but I did have their immortality. My mother, Rensmee Cullen, was a hybrid of human and vampire, and my father, Jacob, was a Quilleute, shapeshifter, werewolf wanna-be. Take your choice.

No, I really don't like Jacob that much; I take too much from the Cullen's side. I'm not even exactly sure I have any real Quilleute blood (if you will excuse my choice of word) in me. My sister, Rosabelle, does have alot of it, and that much was obvious. Her tan skin, her ability to give up her not-growing state, and give up her abilities. She has warm skin, shapeshifting ability, and a dog stink.

I'm not her. Sure, she had some Cullen in her; the speed, and a natural ability (her's is ice, mine is fire. Which doesn't help her case much) but that was it. I, Rosalice Cullen, have the thirst, the strength, the stone hard, pale skin. The golden eyes. The sweet, sugar scent. I even had something my mother didn't have, I was venomous.

So here I am, retelling my story, my life, to tell you about my family. And my sister, who I no longer have a connection to, if we ever had one. I will tell you about the only Quilleutte event in my life; my imprintion. I will tell you how my imprintee left me heartbroken and alone. I will tell you how my vampire mind would not erase the thought, and my shapeshifting imprintion would not let heal. And I will tell you how I was eternally betrayed by my sister.

Rosalice

Everyone is always putting me down. I never wanted any of it to happen. Not to me or to Rosalice. I truly still do care about her, even though she has put me through so much pain and inner turmoil. Ah, Rosalice. Her pale white skin, her perfect golden eyes, her freakishly sweet scent, and her power over the element of fire. In fact, I still care about all the Cullen's. Even Rosalie. (I think she semi cared)

It’s strange how one day, you think you have it all and the next day, it’s like the world was snatched beneath your feet. I used to be on top of a small little world in the back of my mind. It was the world that I lived in. It was a world where my family actually loved me. A world where I believed that I could do anything. A world where I –Rosabelle Esme Marie Cullen Black- reign supreme.

In this, I will retell the firey, black, hell that has been my semi immortal life.

It will be in this that I will tell you how my world was ripped from beneath me. How I lost the only man I loved. How my own mother disowned I was sent spiraling down into perpetual darkness. I will tell you how I found comfort in homicde. How I felt peace with blood on my fingertips. I will tell you of my death and my rebirth. And how I was utterly and completely betrayed by my last resort of love and comfort: My sister

Yours only,

Rosabelle