Hi! This story will contain all sorts of Cullen stories from everyone's POV. It starts with Rosalie when she's raped by her fiancé while she's still human.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters. I will use some sentences from Eclipse in this chapter.

Rosalie: My last night

I was jealous. I had to admit it to myself, I couldn't deny it any longer. I was jealous because Vera had a loving husband and a beautiful child.
I started walking faster, I wanted to be home where I would probably find more roses from my fiancé: Royce King the second. I comforted myself by repeating I would always be richer than Vera, I'd always have more money and – of course – I'd always be much more beautiful. And Royce and I could have children too – with blue eyes and golden hair, like little angels.

That's when I saw them. A group of noisy, wasted guys and Royce was one of them. They were coming my way, closer and closer and they were faster than me. I didn't know why I suddenly felt the urge to run away, it was my fiancé after all. So why was I so scared?

Their voices became louder, clearer; they were calling my name and laughing loudly.

They were so close I could hear them perfectly now. 'Here's my Rose!' Royce yelled. 'You're late, honey. We're cold, you've kept us waiting for so long. But I'm sure you can warm us up.' he laughed.

What had happened to him? What had happened with my romantic, handsome future husband? I'd never seen him drunk before and it frightened me to see him like this, I didn't know this Royce.

Then he started talking to one of his friends. 'What did I tell you, John?' he crowed as he grabbed my arm to pull me closer. 'Isn't she lovelier than all your Georgia peaches?'

'It's hard to tell.' John answered. 'She's all covered up.' I hated the way he was looking at me, like I was an object rather than a girl.
They all laughed and Royce ripped my jacket off.

'Now, is that any better?' he asked.

'No… No I still can't see enough.' John snickered.

'Show him what you look like, Rose!' Royce shouted while he tore my hat out of my hair. I screamed in pain, but if I had known the other kinds of pain I would have to endure that night I wouldn't even have bothered to scream about this. They all laughed again, they enjoyed my pain.

'Can I do the dress, Royce?' One of the other men asked.

Royce nodded and took a step aside, giving the other man permission to do to me whatever he wanted. They were all allowed to do whatever they wanted; they tore the rest of my clothes, scattering them all over the street and pushing me down into the ice-cold snow.

All I could feel after that was pain; my head hurt as they tugged my hair; my hips when they clutched them roughly; my wrists as they grabbed them and pinned them above my head to stop me from pushing them away, though they like that, they liked me trying to fight them… And then the worst pain, the pain that made me cry out: the pain between my legs.

Tears streamed down my cheeks and I screamed; I screamed the whole time, begging for someone to help me, to save me from these monsters.
But my savior came too late, they were already gone. They just left me there, bleeding on the ground in the cold night; I don't know how long I lay there, I only knew I wanted to die. It hurt so much.
And then I saw a face like that from an angel. Perfect features, blond hair and golden eyes. He carefully picked me up and carried me away as he tried to soothe me. I noticed the speed but didn't pay very much attention to it. I just wanted to die, I just wanted the pain to be over…

We went into a house and I was laid down onto a bed. Carlisle looked worried and torn, like he had to make an important decision.
Then he decided.

'I'm sorry…' he whispered just before his teeth pierced the skin of my neck.
I cried out again when I felt the fire burning through my veins. I was horrified; what had I done to deserve this pain? Hadn't I suffered enough that night?
If I had wanted to die before, it was nothing like this. Now I craved death, I yearned for it, I begged Carlisle to kill me. But he didn't. He just held my hand and apologized, over and over and over again.

That night was my last night as an innocent teenage girl. It was my last night as a human. It was the last night that I could hope to build up a life, to have children, to grow old with someone I loved.
It was my last night.

I hope you like it… I know it's depressing but I promise the next one is going to be happier :). I'm going to write Edward's POV from his first kiss with Bella, but of course only if you want me to carry on… Let me know please!