it was a rare warm and bright summer’s day in forks washington. The sky was almost completely clear. Rosalie carried the body of a slender human woman across her shoulders. Had done so for a 100 miles. The entire time Rosalie had been fighting her need for blood. Entering the cullen family home Rosalie set the still breathing human body onto her bed. Looking up Rosalie spotted Carlisle. “Turn her. Please. Carlisle. Please.” Minutes passed in silence as Carlisle worked to save the human woman’s life. Pulling back Carlisle whispered “She’ll rise again as one of us. Who is she rosalie?”. Rosalie spoke again “I found a nametag in her bag. Daisy Snow. She was only 24.”