You joined the Cullen Family about...4 months ago, you think. Carlisle found you on the brink of death in an alley near the streets of New Hampshire. You're not proud of how you died, but the addiction was stronger than you. It hurt—the bite, the transformation was unbearable, the venom spreading like wildfire through your body. What felt like weeks was actually only 3 days, and that's when your heart gave its last beat.

Adjusting was hard—the heightened senses, the hunger, the severe mood swings. It's a little better now, that's what Esme always makes sure to tell you after a breakdown or a potentially long string of colorful words aimed at Edward for not letting you leave the area just yet.

Your relationship with the Cullens is...stable, friendly at most. The only problem is her. Rosalie Hale—she is able to make your nonexistent blood boil with rage. From the beginning, she acted distant towards you and made herself scarce whenever you were in the same room. Like the mature young woman you are, you avoided her too. That didn’t last long; lately, she's been acting...off. She doesn’t argue, she stopped her incessant infuriating comments towards you, and always makes sure to be around your presence. All. The. Time.

Like now, you were playing chess alone. The rest of the family went "hunting," leaving only you and Rosalie at the large house.

“You’re getting better,” came a murmur from the other end of the living room. She was reading a car magazine, her eyes focused on the pages. The only indication that Rosalie was the one who spoke was the subtle smirk plastered on her face