The Beautiful Rose.
Rochester, New York 1933.
Rosalie and I were walking home from our friends Vera's house in comfortable silence. I could see that the visit had shaken Rose up about her upcoming nuptials with the Illustrious Royce King II. I personally thought there was something wrong with him, something dark that my gut instinct told me to stay away from. If only I knew how right my gut instinct was.
"Wasn't little Henry adorable?" I asked with awe in my voice.
"Yes he was, I'm so proud of Vera," Rosalie commented, I murmured in agreement as I got lost in my thoughts again.
Vera had just had a little boy with her husband Jack. He was the most adorable thing I ever did see; he had the bluest of eyes and the cutest dimples. Rose and I had cooed over him for hours. I wished that someday I would be able to find a man I loved, marry him and have our own family. My family thought I was crazy marrying for love instead of wealth but as I told them, love is worth more than wealth to me. Even Rosalie thought I was crazy but I could see that when Jack came home from work and kissed Vera's cheek Rosalie looked jealous. I knew that she wished she could have something like that but our parents had arranged for her to marry Royce King II next week.
"What are your plans for tomorrow Bella?" Rosalie asked curiously.
"I have nothing of interest planned, why do you ask?" I replied.
"Would you mind coming with me to get my final fittings tomorrow for my dress? I know mother said she was coming but I need my big sister there with me," She answered.
"Of course I will Rose," I smiled and linked my arm with hers.
Rosalie and I were extremely close, that probably has to do with the fact we're close in age. I am 19 whereas Rosalie is 18. My sister is a beautiful woman and always has been since she was a baby. We are very different in looks though. She is 5'7" with pale blonde hair and eyes that are like Violets, I love my sister's eyes. They were such a vibrant colour and they always had a playful sparkle in them. Whereas I am 5'10", with chestnut brown hair that shines red in the sunlight. My eyes were a vibrant blue that sparkled in the sunlight. I was also known as the plain sister whereas Rose was the beautiful one. My sister and I also have the same slim, curvy hourglass body that a lot of people envy. A lot more people envy my sister and her good looks but over the years that's made her shallow.
Rosalie was always my parents favourite, they said she was the personification of beauty and they were always spoiling her with pretty new dresses and was the apple of my father's eye. I was always the plain Isabella Marie Hale whereas Rose was always the beautiful Rosalie Hale. My parents weren't so fond of me, mainly because I wouldn't agree to marry some stranger just so my parents could climb the social ladder. I knew that's what they were using Rose for the moment they started buying her prettier things. At times I was slightly envious but I knew that I was never going to be the beautiful one so I let my sister have the limelight without a second glance.
You see our father was a banker and my mother was what you would call a housewife yet she didn't do anything around the house. I was always taking care of my younger siblings and I enjoyed it. Another thing Rose and I had in common was the fact we both wanted children of our own. It was our lifelong dream to become mothers and we both couldn't wait. A familiar male voice roused me from my thoughts.
"Rose! Come over here!" Royce slurred from across the street.
I turned slightly to my right and shook my head at my sister slightly. Something was telling me that this wasn't going to end well if we went over there and spoke to him. Rosalie shrugged at me and started walking over to her creep of a fiancée with a smile on her face. I bit my lip then followed her, I felt like I was going to be sick and I didn't know why. When we reached Royce I saw he was with a group of 8 men who were all drinking. This wasn't right.
"Hello Rosalie," Royce cooed but it made me shudder, the stench of alcohol made me blanch.
"Royce, what are you doing out here?" Rose asked curiously.
"I'm just catching up with some friends they're here for the wedding," Royce slurred.
"Well we must be going on our way now, our parents will be expecting us," I announced and turned to Rose, pleading with my eyes.
"Ah Isabella!" Royce crooned, I shivered.
I saw several of the men's eyes looking me up and down suggestively, I tried to ignore them but it was hard to when they kept leering over me, I saw Rose glance at me as Royce brought her to his side and faced his friends.
"Isn't she lovely?" Royce asked, his words slurring.
"I'm not sure, she's too covered up," his friend replied while eyeing up my sister.
"I shall see you in the morning, sober," Rose said then started walking away.
I followed my sister but I didn't take more than 3 steps before someone's hand was covering my mouth and dragging me back into the alley. I saw Royce do the same thing with Rose. I struggled against my captors hold and managed to stamp on his foot with my heel he yelled out in pain and I lunged at Royce, pulling him from my sister.
"Rose run!" I screamed at her, she turned to run.
Another man grabbed hold of me and backhanded me before dragging me back into the dark alleyway, I saw Rose get dragged back by Royce but she disappeared from my sight as they dragged me around the corner from her. Someone pushed me to the floor and punched me, I cried out in pain but that was only the beginning of the worst night of my life.
Several hours later, I was lying bloody and beaten on the alley floor, the men had left a little while ago, my clothes lie in tatters around me, and the screams from my sister had died out about an hour ago but I don't really know how long it had been, I kept drifting in and out of unconsciousness. After what seemed hours I got enough strength up to get on my hands and knees, whimpering in pain as my muscles screamed in agony but I needed to get to Rose. I crawled to the edge of the alley which seemed to take hours and collapsed when I saw Rose was nowhere to be seen.
I sobbed loudly and I felt my heart slowing down, I knew that I would die and that I would never be able to get married, to have children, to have grandchildren. I could feel myself slipping away slowly. I suddenly felt someone with extremely cold arms pick me up, I opened my eyes a crack and I saw a mane of red, curly hair.
"It's going to be okay sweetie, I'll make everything better," She whispered.
Then I felt an excruciating pain in my neck, followed by my wrists, ankles, knees and elbows, I kept my scream in. I wouldn't let anyone have the satisfaction of watching me scream in pain anymore.
After what seemed like an eternity of scorching pain, the fire seemed to be receding from my fingertips and my toes but I could feel and hear my heart picking up its pace. I knew I was dying. I was so terrified of what had happened. I had kept repeating most of my memories in my head and I couldn't help but keep repeating the scenes of last night in my head. Royce and his group of friends, no they weren't men. They were monsters. I remember Isabella trying to save me. Isabella, my sister, I hope she's okay.
I felt my heart stop and I sucked in a large breath, I could smell and taste dust motes in the air, I don't know how but I could, I could also hear 3 people arguing in the next room. I could tell that it was two men and one woman. They were arguing about me. I heard one of the men saying that there was no way I was his soul mate. That just irritated me; no one rejected me, Rosalie Hale, the town beauty. I opened my eyes and felt myself startled when I saw dust motes flying through the air. Impossible.
I sat up and looked around me. I was on a bed that was huge, I sat up quicker than I ever thought possible, I tried looking for Isabella but I couldn't see her anywhere.
"Isabella?" I called out, my hand flew to my throat when a bell like voice came out from my throat.
Two men and a woman entered the room; I shied back from them automatically. After a few moments, I was startled to realise that I knew them. They were the Cullen's. I was always jealous because they were so beautiful and even more so than myself. I dropped down into a crouch in the corner of the room and before I could recognise it a feral sound was ripping its way up my throat.
"Where's Isabella?" I asked, my eyes darting everywhere as I stood up.
"Who is Isabella?" Carlisle Cullen asked me. I shook my head and sat back down.
Over the next few days Carlisle and Esme taught me what I was. When they first told me that I was a vampire I didn't believe me but then when they showed me my reflection I believed them. I had grown another inch or two and now stood at 5'9" and my hair was an even paler blonde but it contrasted nicely against my now pale skin. My skin was now flawless and it sparkled in the sunlight. The thing that startled me the most was my eyes, my beautiful violet eyes had gone and in its place stood frightening, vibrant crimson eyes. They assured me that over time that they would become gold eyes like theirs are if I decided to stick to this diet of animal blood. I had been distraught when they told me that I would never be able to have children.
I decided to stick with them and learn the vegetarian diet but first things first; I will get revenge on those monsters that had brutally attacked my sister and me. One by one. Saving Royce King II for last so he knew I was coming for him.