I do NOT own Twilight or any of its characters. They are property of Stephanie Meyers. And unfortunately Narnia isn't mine either ): The story ideas are all mine though (:

A Fan-fic by LostLove2015

A/N: So I love Twilight and all, but I don't like the pairings. I would much rather see Rosalie and Bella together, than Edward and Bella. So here it is, a Rosalie and Bella story (;

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My Angel - Chapter 1


I wake up to the blinding light of the sun shining through my window. It is a Saturday morning in the middle of June, so it is very hot. I try to shield my eyes from the blinding rays with my blanket, but soon I am sweating. I guess I should just get up, and start my day.

As I stumble out of bed, I head twords my bathroom. The need to pee has hit me with a great force. Entering the bathroom, I pass by the mirror. I don't stop, knowing I look like hell.

When I'm done in the bathroom, I head down stairs. Food sounds good at this point, so I head to the kitchen. I pass by Charlie, who is watching a game on his flat scrren. Boy is he mesmerized by that screen.

I've chosen to make some eggs, bacon, and toast. Simple, but more than just cereal. As I eat, I contomplait what I will do for the day. I guess a nice day at the beach sounds good. Maybe I can meet up with Jessica. Yeah, that sounds great.

After finishing my food and cleaning my dishes, I head back to my room. Grabbing a fresh pair of clothes, I head for the shower. I feel so dirty when I wake up, so a shower it is before I leave. It's the need to look good as well, never know who I'll meet.

Once I've dressed and done my hair and what little makeup I wear, I am down the stairs. I grab my purse and keys, and say a quick good-bye to Charlie. I am out the door, and headed to my new car. Time to get my tan on.


It's such a pretty day. Wish I could go out, like to the beach. Unfortunately, I fucking sparkle in the sunlight! Who the hell ever thought to make us sparkle?! I'd love to punch them in their damn face right about now.

Hmm... maybe I can go to the beach. Would just have to cover up until I can get under some shade. Yeah, I think that might actually work.

I get up and walk over to my enormous closet. I choose my hot pink bikini, and put it on. On top of that, I put on some jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket. I put on a little bit of makeup, then set my sunglasses a top my head.

After I grab my purse, I jump out of my window. Using my speed, I make it to the grage in less than five seconds. I climb into my red Corvette, and start it up. Oh how I love the purr of her engine.

As I speed down the highway, I see many cars. I guess I should expect as much. When we get perfect days like this, everyone is out. We don't get many non-raining days here in Forks, so when we do EVERYONE is out.

As I pull up to the beach, something catches my eye. Two guys are messing with a petite girl. One is trying to pull off her bikini top, the other blocking her way. I'm not gunna have this. Guys like that are pigs, they disgust me.

I get out of my car, walking in long strides to get to the helpless girl. Forgetting all about my 'sparkling' disposition. I come up behind one of the guys and twist his arm behind his back. He fals to his knees, screaming in pain. The other looks at me, fear written on his face. He takes off at a sprint, not looking back.


Unfortunately, Jessica couldn't come. Her and Mike were off doing 'something'. I know exactly what they were doing, I could hear Mike in the background moaning. Jessica was trying hard not to. I hung up before my ear was molested anymore by their sounds.

After a few more minutes of driving, I finally made it to the beach. It really was a gorgeous day, but I didn't have anyone to share it with. Oh well, more time to myself I guess.

Getting out of my car, I was hit with the hot and humid air once more. I stripped to my bikini, gaining a few hoots and hollars from the guys. I don't see myself as anything close to sexy, so I don't know why I'm getting this type of attention.

I walk over to a lesser, crowded area on the beach. There I lay down my towel, and set up base. I think I'm just gunna lay here for a while, try to tan. Maybe afterward, I will go for a quick swim to cool off.

Not too long after I had settled down, I hear two guys not too far away from me. I ignore their antics, trying to enjoy my time. It isn't going to happen though, because a few seconds later I can sense them standing over me.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"What's a pretty girl like you, doing all alone over here?" the more built of the two asks.

"Hmm... I don't know, saving Narnia?! What the fuck does it look like I'm doing, to you?!" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Ooo feisty one." the less built one replys. "I like them feisty."

"Back the fuck off you tools, and let me be." I say, getting more and more irritated.

They weren't leaving, so I started to gather my things to leave. I guess they were more stupid than I thought. They began to follow me as I walked, so I picked up my pace. Before I know it, I was being chased and cornered. Oh, just my fucking luck!

The bigger of the two keeps circling me and the other, like I was the prey and he the hunter. The smaller one, kept lunging twords me. Trying to get my top off. God, please just fuckig kill me now.

As soon as I had said that, an angel appeared. Well not an actual angel, but she was one to me. She had a look in her eyes that told me she was pissed. She grabbed the biggest one, and twisted his arm behind his back. He yelped and hit the sand. The smaller one just looked at her and took off running.


We stood there for what seemed like ages. I felt drawn to her, the need to protect her getting stronger and stronger by the second. My eyes were locked on hers, never leaving he gaze.

Her eyes were beautiful. They were a soft brown, that held so many emotions. I broke my eyes from them, only to look at her other features.

She had lovely, flowing brown hair. Cute, little dimples. As well as nice, full, lushus lips. God would I love to taste those lips... Wow, did I just think that? I guess I did.

As I trailed my eyes lower, I saw more of her. Her breasts... oh her breasts. Not too big, but not too small. They are just the right size to fit in my hands... Seriously?! Am I seriously thinking of this?!

Clearing my mind, I trail my eyes lower. She has a nice, flat stomach. And a little freck;e on her right hip. I trail my eyes a little farther down, past her core. I don't need to be thinking anymore naughty thoughts.

Her legs aren't real long, but aren't short. They match her body quite well. And boy, is her body great. She's actually quite hot, if you want to say.

As I snap out of my trance, I see she is still in her's. The look on her face and in her eyes, its so cute. I could look at that face forever.

Oh what have I gotten myself into...


We stood there, stairinng at eachother. I don't know how long, but it felt like a life time.

I was lost in her beauty. She was breath taking, even with many layers of clothes on. They all just seemed to conform to every curv of her, just right.

But what was the most beautiful part of her, was her eyes. I have never seen anything like them in my life. They were the color of almost a golden caramel, with specks of red. They also seemed to be filled with many, many emotions.

As I trailed my eyes across her face, I couldn't help but see how flawless her skin was. She really is the definition of 'Perfect'. In my books anyways.

Her lips were my next stop. They were full and a blood red. Oh how I would love to taste those succulent lips... She also has a cute little mole right above her lip.

Her hair is what I looked at next. It's long and blonde. And not that fake blonde either. All natural, and beautiful. It brings out her features beautifully.

She's taller than me, that is for sure. Her legs are long and slim. But toned as well.

In all, she is the definiton of beauty. An angel if you will.

MY angel...