I didn't realize till much later that he was hoping she would be to me what Esme was to him...
Rosalie is a new born vampire and edward still isn't sure if carlisle did the right thing in changeing her.But what will happen when what carlisle wanted actually happen can they stay together?
a Story about Rosalie and Edward and the ups and downs of being a Vampire. (set in an alternate universe) Banner by me
This is only my second fanfic so i hope everyone likes it
1. Chapter 1-Seventh sense
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“What were you thinking, Carlisle? Rosalie Hale?”
“I couldn’t just let her die, it was too much – too horrible, too much waste.” Was his feeble reply.
“It was too much waste. I couldn’t leave her” Carlisle repeated in a whisper
“Of course you couldn’t” Esme came to comfort Carlisle, Taking his side in the matter.
“People die all the time” I pointed out “Don’t you think she’s just a little recognizable
Though? The kings will have to put up a huge search – not that anyone suspects the fiend” I growled and with that I stalked out of the room.
It angered me what they had done to her. Nobody deserves that kind of thing to happen to them, not even the beautiful, pigheaded Rosalie Lillian Hale. Though I would never admit it I wanted to personally take care of Royce and his Buddies.
I wanted to make them suffer for what they had done to Rosalie. It disgusted me that anyone could have that much evil in them to do that to a person. I wanted to rip them to shreds.
But I knew that if I did that I would be no better than them.
A blood curdling scream interrupted my thoughts .I had for a moment almost forgotten Rosalie’s presence. Almost. But not quite.
It was now the third day since Carlisle had bought Miss Hale home and bitten her. It was nearly over. Three days of pure agony for her and anxiousness for me. Watching a creature that beautiful and delicate turn into a monster.
We didn’t really ‘Mingle in society’ around here as some people put it. Mostly because they were all insufferable snobs but also because we, me and Esme, were still didn’t have that much self control yet. But I had seen Rosalie before. Only once though. And still remember the day so clearly:
We, me and Carlisle, were in town as Carlisle had some business to attend to I just came to test my self control. It was there I saw her.Walking, talking and laughing at something her husband to be had just said. She was clung to his arm and he was parading her about like some sort of fabulous new accessory. I felt anger and rage mixed into one emotion at seeing this.
I don’t know how but I knew, I just knew like some seventh sense was telling me that he wasn’t going to treat her well he wouldn’t treat her like he should. I could see so easily that it wouldn’t end well. Their relationship would not last long.
A high pitched scream brought me back to reality. I turned to see Carlisle walk into the room
Hatred, pure hatred coursed through me.
Royce did this. It was Royce’s fault that Rosalie was in this agony, his fault that she was screaming at the top of her lungs in our back room, His fault that she was begging for one of us to kill her.
And he would pay.
“Carlisle” I whispered “what are we going to do with her?”
“I don’t know Edward; she might want go her own way.”