Author: fanficoholic PM
One-shot. The tragedy of living forever, as seen through the eyes of Rosalie Hale. Re-vamped pun intended :pRated: Fiction K - English - Angst/Drama - Rosalie - Words: 430 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-30-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7972902
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As Rosalie looked up at the night sky, she wrapped her pale cashmere blanket more tightly around herself, wondering if she would ever feel the sensation of hot or cold on her blemish-free skin again. The virgin snow around her bare feet should have made her feel something but as she wiggled her toes she was disappointed to say the least.
Rosalie sighed sadly and closed her eyes trying to remember back to the days where she had to bundle up in her long winter pea coat, fur lined leather boots, and wool-knit hat, gloves and scarf to brave the outside. She wished her cheeks could once more flush red with cold and that her fingers could turn blue after throwing snow balls at her brothers. She wanted to see her breath as she exhaled and she wanted to rub the icicles that formed out from under her nose.
Rosalie walked out into the yard and gently placed the expensive blanket on the fallen tree that her mother-figure used as a barrier, wondering what to do next. Hit with an idea, she gracefully lay down on the freshly fallen snow, moved her arms and legs back and forth and when she stood up she was proud to see that she made decent enough snow angel.
She grinned for all of two seconds before she realized that the snow on her clothes and skin wasn't melting like it should. Her grin faded and her eyes turned to ice. She glared at the angel before kicking at it. Seeing how fragile the snow angel was only made her more angry causing her to scream, and stomped on the ground making small craters. With one final scream she collapsed on the ground and cried tearless sobs.
No, this was not at all what Rosalie Lillian Hale had wanted in life. She was considered a real life Snow Angel to many with her flawless complexion, platinum blonde hair, and statuesque looks. Even more so like a snow angel, she glittered in the sunlight, and was as cold as ice. The one thing people did not see was the fact that unlike the silly snow angel one would make on a new winter's day, she was not temporary, nor was she easily destroyed. She did not want to be stronger than the strongest, faster than the fastest; she did not want invincibility, eternal youth and she especially only wished she could have the temporary life of a Snow Angel. Instead she was stuck with the immortal life of a vampire.