The journal of Rosemarie Hale.

First of July 1865.

My blue eyes pierce into my surroundings, my porclain skin appears to shine in the dim lighting, my brunette locks which reach my waist fall freely and my rosy lips have no make-up covering them. I wear a huge pink gown I made myself and I am proud of my work, there is not a mistake on it and it is made of the finest fabrics around. I feel drowned in riches although I am from a rich family.

I sit alone in the bar, several patrents remain, by now it is two o'clock, closing hour is at four. Two hours to get the most out of my work earnings. I am a seamstress, I have been working since the age of fifteen, today is my eighteenth birthday and I am celebrating, I am also grieving.

My parents died last week, this is no longer a week of celebration but one of great pain and sorrow. I wish I could bring them back, I wish I could do anything to have them back. But nothing can be done, I've exauhsted every option, called every connection I have in a fraile attempt to resurrect my parents.

However, nothing can be done to save their angelic presences. They truly were the meaning of 'perfect' parents. I am an orphan now, living alone in the small town of May-Flower which is in the south of France. A man sits beside me at the bar, he's been there all night, never saying anything other than drink orders. He has crystalline blue eyes, different from my own sapphire ones, peach skin of a fine complexion, sleek black hair combed to perfection and a highly toned and muscled body. Not that I'd really noticed.

Something shiny in his pocket catches my attention and I turn to him. He has a gun in his pocket. Why? Does he fear walking on the streets of our fair town unprotected? Or is he just naturally a paranoid person? Here in May-Flower you won't find much trouble presented. I look back up to his face. He is clearly drunk. He's had at least twenty drinks tonight. "A man only drinks that much when he wants to kill a man or kiss a woman. Which is it?" I asked him, the traces of a smile creeping onto my rose coloured lips. He smiled, revealing perfect white teeth like my own and canines far to big to be human. "Is kill a woman an option?" I frowned before chuckling. "Nice joke, no seriously though: do you drink to forget or to honour?" he smiled. "Neither, I drink to gain confidence to talk to a woman who is by far out of my league. Tell me do you think she'd go for me?" I grinned and felt my cheeks reddening. "She just might" he smiled back. The bartender approached and I ordered yet again another drink: this was probably my eleventh.

"Ma'am I would just love to take you on a date, may I talk to your father about courting you?" a pained look crossed my face. "You need but ask for any permission when my father is no longer among the living, unless you'd rather go to his grave and dig him up" I replied blandly, shock filled his handsome feautures "sorry madame, please do forgive me, I meant no insult to your honoured name, please let me make it up to you" I laughed "you can start by telling me your name soldier" he wore a army uniform yet no scars, he was clearly only my age and had probably seen sins far greater than I ever would.

"The name's Hale, Dean Hale" he said, outstretching his hand to me, I shook it "Cartwright, Rosemarie Carwright, sir" he frowned when I shook his hand, he shook his head in protest, brought my hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss on the back of it. I blushed once more.

"Why don't I walk you home? It's late and these streets are in no conditions for you to be walking home alone. You never know what lurks in the dark until you join it" he said, although his last sentence was more to himself than anyone else. He stood up and looked for something, this confused me, had he lost his wallet? "Where's your shawl?" I frowned. "I didn't venture out with one sir, it's a fine night and I rarely feel the cool of night as it is" he muttered something about me 'catching my death' before taking off his missionary jacket and placing it over my shoulders. I was immediately embraced in warmth.

However the jacket did not comfort me, why was it so clean? So warm? So... untouched? If this man had thought in the war shouldn't this have blood and dirt stains on it? Or some other sign of the battle? I shrugged it off as Dean walked me back to my home. I'd only met him tonight but for some reason he made me feel safe, secure and most importantly he presented a feeling of love that had been absent since my parents death.

We walked through the door of my five floor mansion (I'd inherited it through my parents will) and I gave him his jacket back. "I suppose I owe you" I said. He frowned. "Whatever for madame?" I gestured around me "For walking me home and lending me your jacket" he laughed "Oh but madame that isn't anything for you to be in debt for and I can think of a simple payment if your really that bothered" I laughed "and what would that be Mr Hale?" he moved closer to me. "This." he said he wrapped one arm around my waist his other hand finding my brunette locks and playing with them as his lips met mine and his tongue danced around the insides of my mouth. I relaxed as the kiss became more rhythmical.

He pulled away a little to early for my liking but I could tell that kiss had effected him in a similar way, tingles shot through my body where our bare skin had made contact and made me feel the need to catch my breath. If this is what they meant by true love then I was feeling it. The planets were alligning and the gods were smiling down on us as Dean kissed me a second time.

The next thing I knew we were tumbling upstairs and into my bedroom I don't know how kisses had trangressed into this so far but neither of us was really bothered by the speed this relationship was taking up. All I knew was I loved him. That's all that mattered to either of us at this precise moment: that we loved each other, no questions asked.

I soon got tired however and once we were done I got changed into a primrose pink nightgown and crawled into bed, cuddling Dean as I lay there. He lowered his face near my neck and I assumed he would plant yet another kiss on me.

Instead though he bit me. I felt the urge to scream, to cry out, to ask him to stop. I bit my lower lip as I felt warm blood trickle down my bare neck. I soon passed out from blood loss but was revived when I felt a warm, copper tasting liquid being fed into my mouth. It tasted of all the right things: happiness, love, joy, hope and serenity. I drank and felt dismayed when the feeling ended. I felt as though a piece of me was missing, that was until everything was clouded by darkness and my thoughts merely faded into peaceful dreams.

In the distance I heard a voice murmur to me "Sweet dreams Rosemarie, I will be here for your awakening, I promise" I felt something being slipped onto my finger on my left hand and footsteps slowly leaving the room I was in.

~Rosemarie~

(A/N) Okay so it took me quite a while to re-write this, I know it's nowhere as good as the original but I hope you guys like it. The next update should be done in the next day or so. Please fan, vote and comment.

This chapter is dedicated to @Moonlightsong.

She gave me the reasons to bother re-writing this so you have her to thank for this series being continued.

The song for this chapter is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtube_gdata_player&v=SOw4EfQK72o

Begin again by Taylor Swift.

Love you all. Bye.