Hey there! Thanks for giving this a try! So, I was sitting up one night unable to sleep (I'm sort of an insomniac) and was racking my brain trying to come up with a story possibility for Twilight. Then my train of though wandered as it always does, and I started wondering what it would be like to be able to hear people's thoughts like Edawrd, or feel their emotions, like Jasper. So I was like: Hmm...that could be a story. Write something from the perspective of all the Cullens! Then I had to choose an event, and the more interesting one that had all of them in it for me was Bella's fatal birthday party. And BAM! There was my story. So, I hope that you enjoy this, and please review to tell me if it was horrible or if I should continue with it. Thanks!


Rosalie POV

I don't know why I agreed to come here. Of course I missed my family—missed the simple peacefulness that seemed to enfold our house—but that was not the point. I just had to wait until Edward got over that little human girlfriend of his and then I would gladly return. She had no business knowing all my family's secrets, anyway. Did she not learn her lesson with James last spring? Obviously not, for she had stuck around, breaking my family apart in the process.

Why Edward insisted she stay a human, I could only take as a display of his lack of affection for her. If he truly loved her—loved her the way that I loved Emmett—then he would want her to stay with him forever. Not let her rot away and die like any other human.

I couldn't help but frown as Bella walked in the door, Edward close behind her, but then the wrinkles in my forehead smoothed. It was so good to see Edward again—I had missed him in our months apart, missed his black sense of humor that I could relate to better than Emmett's carefree, always joyful jokes—and I couldn't stay angry. He had been so happy since Bella came into his life. It frustrated me why I couldn't figure out his thoughts on her mortality.

Bella blushed profusely, and I felt a small burning in my throat as the venom came up. It was certainly uncomfortable to say the least, but I had experienced worse.

She glanced around the room at everyone, then at me. Her face looked pained, but I took no notice, and she quickly looked away to Emmett. He seemed happy enough to see her.

"You haven't changed at all," he said sarcastically, a wide grin appearing on his face. "I expected a perceptible difference, but here you are, red-faced just like always."

She blushed even deeper, and the venom in my throat built up more. I swallowed it down as best I could, but it didn't cure the feeling completely.

Emmett then stepped out—going to Bella's truck to install the radio he and Jasper had bought. They had signed my name on its empty container that sat wrapped on the table despite my protests. Alice proceeded to hand Bella our gift box. Bella slightly shook it, obviously suspicious of its too light weight. She then tore off the paper and stared confusedly at the confusing jumble of words and numbers on the lid for a moment. I let out a laugh internally. She finally opened the box, and discovered that it truly was empty.

"Um…thanks," she confusedly muttered. I had to smile, thinking how Emmett was hurrying to install the stereo fast enough that he might see her face when she realized that she had been tricked. He was no doubt proud that the master scheme he and Alice had planned had worked out as flawlessly as he could have ever hoped for.

Jasper laughed, and explained. "It's a stereo for your truck. Emmett's installing it right now so that you can't return it." She thanked us, and then yelled out to Emmett, who was taking longer than he should have been….I wondered idly if he was having trouble because of the radio or the truck he was installing it in. Emmett just laughed, though, and I couldn't help but keep smiling. It was so good to be able to have my family together at last, even if the cause of the celebration was for someone who I wished would leave us alone. Alice was just handing Bella her and Edward's present when Emmett came racing through the front door.

"Just in time!" he exclaimed, pulling me forward to get a closer look. Edward and Alice's present for her was a mystery to the rest of the family, and we were all interested to discover what was encased in the shiny silver wrapping. She pulled under an edge of the paper with her finger, and that's when it happened.

The smell of her blood, fresh from her body, made my throat burn wildly out of control. Still, I had been refraining from human blood for long enough that I was able to control my reactions.

Jasper couldn't, though.

Edward crashed into Bella, knocking over and shattering the crystal plates on the floor just under Bella's outstretched arms. The intoxicating scent of her blood filled the room and made me unable to think clearly for a moment. Then I heard a crashing, and before any of us but Edward could react, Jasper was on top of him.

Emmett reached forward and caught Jasper's arms in a steel grip, but he still couldn't pull him away.

"Emmett, Rose, get Jasper outside," Carlisle ordered.

I had absolutely no desire to save Bella in any way, but nonetheless, I stepped in front of Jasper. I was especially careful to keep my perfect face and golden locks away from his snarling teeth—I would never, no matter who told me to, save this girl by sacrificing my looks. Jasper continued to struggle against Emmett's iron hold, though, and I had to push him away from Edward.

Now did this girl see what she was doing? Now did she realize that she and Edward weren't meant to be together—the predator and the prey? She was terrified, that much was evident on her face. Hopefully, this was enough to drive her away for good. She was causing my family so much trouble—more than she was worth. And tonight, she had almost payed for it with her life.

Almost.

Esme was holding the door open for us, a hand covering her mouth and nose to try to deter the smell. I knew she was still struggling, though, and she apologized to Bella as she followed Emmett and me out the door.

Jasper was still struggling, though less now. He finally broke free of our grip and raced into the forest.

I merely shrugged and turned to a darkened window, fixing my hair.


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