The Anger Behind the Beauty
I love Rosalie and her anger. So here's my version of her revenge. Props and all credit to Stephenie Meyer.
My first fanfic story. I'm a BIG fan of Rosalie. I feel a kinship with her and her anger. I pictured what she did to get her revenge. I have no claim on these characters. Props and all credit to Stephenie Meyer.
1. Wake Up
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I awoke from my burning torment to the beautiful faces I didn’t want to see. I spent days hearing their voices, clearer and clearer in between my screams, and fell into a phase of irritation for the owners of those voices.
When I opened my eyes for the first time, I felt a tiny tingling feeling that I didn’t belong here. I felt so damaged and destroyed that I was sure I must look that way as well. But the faces didn’t seem to notice how ugly I felt. Never once had I felt inferior in looks when I was around others, and yet I almost felt as if I didn’t belong near these people. I noticed that the moment I finished that thought the bronze-haired boy’s lips twitched. As if he was caught in between a smile and a frown. Of course I knew his name was Edward and that he was the son of Dr. Carlisle Cullen and Esme Cullen, one must know who their competition is.
I knew Edward’s name in particular because he was the only person of either sex that didn’t seem to envy or instantly fall in love with me. His lips twitched again and he cleared his throat, but I got the feeling he didn’t have to do that. When I snapped out of my trance I realized that I was lying in a bed, naked, holding a sheet to my body and the three of them were staring at me.
The Doctor stepped forward at that time and began to introduce himself and his family. I listened to him as he explained what had changed within me. And as he recalled how this all began I had a flashback of… I couldn’t say it. What he did to me… What he let his friends do to me… I winced from the onset of heartbreak. Once again I could see Edward’s features change. He furrowed his brows and clenched his fists as if he was also reliving an uncomfortable memory. That was the moment I became angry and realized I wasn’t listening to the Doctor anymore. I was too consumed in my hatred.
My anger took over and suddenly I snapped. A loud snarling and growling ripped from deep within my chest and I jumped up way too fast for any human. Edward had moved across the room at an amazing speed and was crouched in front of the Doctor and his wife ready to fend off danger. But the Doctor kept talking. He was trying to calm me down and reassure me. I was still so confused but now I felt like my body was cracking and I sobbed expecting tears to follow but none did. I looked at the Doctor in confusion and he explained that what they, now we are, cannot create tears.
Edward relaxed slightly and the Doctor’s wife began to speak. She convinced the men to give us some girl time. They all made eye contact as if they could read each other’s minds… I felt like I was left out of a big secret but I set that on the back burner while I turned to Esme, it was weird thinking her name like that, and waited for her to talk. She spoke softly as if she was my mother trying to console me. She took me to the closest closet and gave me clothes to dress myself in, which I did with incredible speed.
She told me she knew what they had done to me and that I don’t have to worry about them anymore because they will never be able to hurt me again. At this reminder my anger flared again. I didn’t care about them hurting me, I wanted to hurt them. I wanted them to suffer as I have. To burn as I have. But not to survive it, as I have. Soon she realized that I needed to be alone to think about the changes that were in store for me.
Thinking about what I couldn’t do pissed me of. I couldn’t eat normal human food, it would make me sick. I wouldn’t be able to sleep anymore. Comforting, blinding sleep was out of the question now. I couldn’t go out in the warm, comforting sunlight, because I would be discovered for being different. And most important of all, I couldn’t drink blood from humans.
My hair would never again shine from the healthy light of the sun…My beauty would never again be admired in the light of day. But thinking about what I could do, gave me an idea. An evil, vengeful idea. I was strong, indestructible and fast. Much faster than any human could run. Much stronger than any human and I could withstand any damage that a human could try to inflict. And I was unbelievably strong.
I turned and looked out of the window that was the full length and width of the wall. It was nighttime. I suddenly needed to be free. I opened the window, looked down and I was surprised that I could see everything below me perfectly clear, even though it was two stories down. I put my strength and indestructibility to the test when I jumped. I landed without a sound on my feet. It was surprisingly graceful and I let out a small laugh of surprised achievement. Just then I remembered that I was not alone in these woods, and with a small look over my shoulder at the beautiful house behind me, I took off.