Rosalie

I do not have nightmares. We don't sleep. We don't require sleep. Sometimes I wonder if that is why we run as hot tempered as we do. You would think even vampires would need to rest, but we don't.

I believe the last one I had was just before I was turned. It was something trivial. Something that seemed frightening and overwhelming to my mortal self. I am sure I woke up screaming, and rushed to my mortal mother for comfort. I am sure I received shallow words and was sent back off to bed.

Nightmares are meaningless. They are just subconscious fears rising to the surface when your brain is most vulnerable. I stopped being afraid long ago.

To be quite honest with you, I am the nightmare. People should fear me. Instead they fear the myth of what I am. They have no idea that the reality is far more frightening than the things they dream about after watching a horror movie. We are far more alluring than the vampires in the movies or on television. There are no moments of weakness to catch us during as we do not sleep.

She heard about the mental exchange between the dog and her brother within hours of it happening. Rosalie was infuriated of course. How dare that puppy attack her brother? It wasn't that she wanted Bella and Edward to get back together. She had her reasons for disliking the human girl. That said, no one hurt her family and got away with it.

"The truce, Rosalie," Jasper warned her after she made it clear she wanted Alice and Edward distracted so she could find Jacob Black and have a chat with him. "You can't do anything to him."

"I suppose you're right," Rosalie said in an icy cold told. Her eyes looked as cold as her tone sounded. It was crystal clear she had no intention in letting the issue go. She was patient though. She could wait to catch the puppy away from the reservation.

And she did.

It took nearly a month, but she finally spotted him walking out of a auto parts store. Handing her shopping bags to Emmett, she crossed the street purposefully. Jacob turned as he felt her approach and arched an eyebrow at her. "Can I help you?"

The echo of the slap carried across the street. People from in town saw it. A couple of girls snickered. A few old ladies whispered. Dr. Cullen's daughter had slapped Jake Black in public. What could have possibly happened between them?

The town would have many theories. None of them would be correct.

"Stupid move, bloodsucker."

"The truce never said I couldn't slap you, but if you want to invoke war because of it by all means..." She smirked at him just before taking a step toward him. "If you ever try that mind trick with my brother again they will find you in pieces. You have the girl. Keep her and stay away from us."

With that, she turned and walked back over to where Emmett was standing tense looking at Jacob like he was a bear and he was hungry. "Let's go."

"Think he'll try and make it an issue for the truce?"

"Not if he wants to be respected by his fellow dogs he won't. They will laugh him off the reservation."

Emmett snickered as he loaded the bags in the car. "Carlisle won't be happy."

"I suppose not, but it was worth it."

Dear Carlisle,

I've been thinking a lot about my mortal life lately. I suppose we can blame Edward's obsessions with Bella for that. It pains me to think about how willing she was to give up her mortality in the name of love. I wanted to shake her and demand that she listen to reason. I wanted her to see the gift that life is. That she has all these opportunities that I will never have. Because it comes back to me, you see. I am your selfish one. The one who looks at the world, and tries to see how it relates to me.

While thinking about my mortal life and all of these missed chances I began to think about what that life had been truly like. Not the idealistic version I created in hindsight. My parents were not perfect. Perhaps they weren't even good parents. They saw me as an opportunity to improve their social standing. They were willing to use me to benefit themselves. But I was willing to use myself to benefit myself too. I was willing to use others for the same reason.

I will never be selfless. However, I am loyal and I do understand now what it means to be an equal member of a family. A family that works together rather than using each other for their own personal gain. I may never understand why Bella was willing to become one of us when she has the life she has, but I want you to know that if I could not be mortal than this is the life I would have picked for myself. This is the family I would have wanted for myself. You are the father I would have chosen for me.

Because you have taught me so many things, Carlisle. You have made me feel important not because of what you can get from me, but simply because you love me. Because I am yours. Thank you for choosing to give me the life that I wasn't destined to have as a mortal.

Happy Father's Day.

Love,

Rosalie

Rosalie doesn't cry. At least not since she began her life as a vampire. There had been tears when she was attacked by the man she thought she would marry. Tears as she fought so hard against her fiance and his friends. She had been passed around like a bottle of wine at dinner. She'd begged, pleaded, and sobbed out her pain and fear.

Her tears hadn't helped her. Her tears did nothing to ease the abuse. Her tears merely stained her pretty face. The face that had lured the predator and his friends to attack her. The face that her family had used in an attempt to better themselves.

Such a beautiful girl she was. Even with a blood and tear stained face.

She'd screamed and cried when the man who looked like an angel promised to make it all better. Tears fell as she held on to his hand and Esme's over the three days it took for her to stop being human, and become something stronger.

Something that would never have to cry again.

The only parents who taught me anything of value are Esme and Carlisle. My mortal parents saw me as their ticket to something better. They wanted to use my beauty to achieve their dreams. To live vicariously through me. I didn't realize it then, but I'm well aware of it now. No parent should use their child to better themselves.

Carlisle and Esme have taught me that compassion has it's place in society. Kindness is the most beautiful gift you can bestow upon another. Trust is earned, and once you have it you should hold on tightly to it. They've taught me that family can bring you peace and strength in the hardest and most complicated of times.

I'm not as nice as they are. Sometimes I have to work to achieve compassion and kindness. Control is a lesson I learned much easier from them. I do try and be kind and compassionate to my family. I'm loyal to them even when I think they are making mistakes.

Mostly my parents taught me not to see humans as food. That is a lesson that all should be grateful they taught the lot of us.