Rosalie makes a startling online discovery that could change the lives of the Cullens as we know it.
2. Chapter 2
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“Carlisle please,” I sobbed into the phone, “You have to get here now!”
“Rose, I can not understand you,” he said. “You really have to calm down.”
“I can’t, I can’t. I don’t believe… this can’t be!”
“What is it Rosalie, tell me.”
“I can’t, you just have to… you just have to see. Please, come home!”
“We’re on our way Rose, we’re coming as fast as we can. Just sit down and relax, we’ll be there in a few minutes.” A click and he was gone.
Those we’re the longest few minutes of my undead life. Every second ticked by, my enhanced hearing picking up the minutes that were counted off on the downstairs clock, every second scraping coarsely against my nerves. I wrapped my arms tightly around my knees, holding them to my chest, trying to keep myself together. When I heard the cars pulling into the garage, the door opening, I stayed where I was.
Then Carlisle was there, putting his hands on my shoulders, tipping my face up to his. I realized in a vague, distant way that he was checking me over for injuries. Esme knelt next to him on the floor, and Emmett, Jasper, Alice, and Edward stood in the doorway. I saw a flash in Edward’s eyes, knew when he his jaw dropped that he had seen what I had seen.
“Rosalie, what’s going on?” Carlisle asked, shaking my shoulders lightly.
I could only stare at him with clouded eyes. My mind was reeling, hysteric even though I had physically calmed. I assumed this was due to Jasper, but I hardly cared enough to thank him. If anything had ever deserved a fit, this did.
“The computer,” Edward’s voice croaked. “Look at the computer.”
Carlisle turned the laptop towards him, tapping the touch mouse to remove the screensaver. The page I had been looking at sprang up, the thick black letters of the link sitting innocently enough at the bottom.
There is a cure.
The shock that rippled across his face was like nothing I had ever seen there before.
“What is this Rose?” he whispered.
“I looked Carlisle,” I managed to say, my voice trembling. “He knows about us. Not like what the humans think we are, but what we really are. He’s was a vampire, like us.”
“He’s a doctor. He’s invented a cure.”
“No,” Edward said, shaking his head slowly. “He didn’t. Carlisle, there’s no cure. You said there was no cure.”
“I… I’ve never…”
I shivered. If Carlisle couldn’t find the words, what could be done?
“Edward, Emmett, Jasper, Alice,” Esme said quietly, “Could you please take Rose to the clearing, hunt for her? She needs something.”
I was too shaken, too confused to protest. I was dimly surprised when none of my siblings did. Alice stepped forward, took my hands, and pulled me to my feet. They helped me slowly down the stairs and out the door, leaving Carlisle staring at the computer screen, Esme hovering over his shoulder.