When An Angel Calls
My name is Rosalie Hale, and it's pretty hard to earn my trust. I get called beautiful on almost a daily basis. Some people call me vain - they think I'm a bitch. But I'm not, I'm just heavily guarded. I love kids and I desperately want my own, but let's just say my chances of that are less than slim. I drive a shiny red BMW M3 convertible and if you touch it I'll be sure you die a slow and painful death. Apart from the ability to have children, I have everything I could ever want. Except maybe...him. I don't know who he is, and I don't know when I'll find him, but I know that someday I'm going to meet him. My mate, my true love, my destiny. Whatever you want to call it; I just know that he's out there waiting for me, and it's only a matter of time before I find him.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, satisfied at what I saw there. My blonde hair was tumbling in perfect golden locks down my back. My eyes were sparkling amber - although they were getting blacker and blacker by the minute - and there was not an imperfection in sight. Even when I was human I was admired for my beauty. Perhaps too much.
I'll never forget what happened the night I was changed into a vampire. That event itself was possibly the single most painful thing in my life. But what was worse was what had happened before that; what had happened before Carlisle found me dying on the street. I thought I loved Royce. I thought he loved me too. In hindsight I don't think either of us really loved eachother. He proposed because I would be a trophy wife for him, and I accepted because I liked the fact that he called me pretty and bought me presents. It's pretty damn obvious now that he didn't love me. I could make every excuse about him being drunk and not knowing what he was doing, but deep down I know that if he really loved me, it wouldn't have happened. He raped me - not just him, but all of his friends too. And he let them. Just stood watching, laughing. When they'd had enough of me they beat me until they thought I was dead and left me there on the side of the street. I was heavily bleeding and unconsious when Carlisle found me and took me back to a hotel room to change me. Being raped is something no girl would ever forget, but having a crystal clear memory didn't help matters much.
I guess that's why I don't get on with people very well. If you let people in, they can hurt you. Esme's alright - I know there's nothing she could ever to do hurt me. She even reminds me of Vera a little, my best friend from my human life. Carlisle and Edward are a different matter. They're men and men are not to be trusted. I admit, part of the reason I dislike Edward is my own stupid pride. When Carlisle changed me he had hoped that I could become a mate for Edward, like Esme was for him. I didn't want that in the slightest, but it still wounded my ego when Edward rejected me.
Two years later and here I was; I suppose you could say I was happy. Happy, but not complete. Life as a vampire could never really be complete. I'd made the best out of my situation, I suppose. I was one of the good guys. I was proud to say that I'd never tasted human blood. I wouldn't deny that I'd killed, but never for the blood. After the change I'd gone after every one of Royce's little friends. I'd killed them for revenge, not to quench my thirst. I'd been so careful not to spill even a drop of their blood, because I knew I wouldn't be able to resist it. I didn't want to drink their blood. I didn't want any amount of them inside of me - the thought repulsed me. I'd saved Royce for last, of course. The wedding dress may have been a little over the top, but it practically screamed 'Rosalie'. He'd been so scared, locked up in his windowless room with two guards at the door. He was right to be scared. I'd killed both guards without any trouble and moved straight onto him. I wanted him to feel as scared as I had felt that night. I wanted him to feel the pain that I had felt. He deserved to die - all of them did - but innocent humans do not. Which is why I support Carlisle's way of living. I haven't killed anyone since Royce, and I'm glad that I haven't. I don't regret killing Royce and his friends. The only regret in my life is not having children before it was too late.
"Rosalie?" A voice at the door pulled me out of my thoughts. Edward was hovering by the door. "Are you okay?"
Of course he knew what I'd been thinking about. He knew it was a...delicate subject. We didn't talk about it. Ever.
"I'm fine." I said, trying my best to smile at my brother.
Edward studied me, "Your eyes are black. You should hunt."
"I'm just going to." I said, standing up.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Edward asked.
"Do what you want." I said, but I left immidiately, making it clear that he wasn't invited to come hunting with me. The forests of Tennessee were still unfamiliar with me, having only moved here recently. Carlisle had thought it best to leave New York after the police started looking for the serial killer who mad murdered Royce and his friends. Instead of following my mind, I followed my nose. It knew where to take me.
Deer. I could see it now, standing by a river, drinking from the water. I crept up to the deer with incredible stealth and was about to pounce when a scream ripped through the air. The deer shot away from me. I could have followed and caught up with it, but I had frozen at the sound of the scream.
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