Aberration | ᵀʰᵉ ᴼʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˢ/ᵀʷⁱˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵒᵛᵉʳ ⁽ᴱˡⁱʲᵃʰ ᴹⁱᵏᵉᵃˡˢᵒⁿ⁾ [4]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗: 𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛

𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛

    It was strange.

    Turning.

    It was different from the last time. A time where she was still a hybrid where she had escaped death hand's once more.

    She felt new. She felt different.

    Her eyes fluttered open revealing those ruby crimson red. Her skin no longer flushed. She looked like a true newborn. Weighing its beauty in her own hands. Holding the blood lust like them.

    Her sweet blood gone. No longer to be able to be stolen from her ever again.

    Senses drowning her out. Several hearts beating. Raising herself to sit she looks around her eyes adjusting themselves used to seeing the dust particles sticking to the air. Smelling sweet aroma.

    Her own eyes found themselves staring down. She was in a coffin. Turning her attention to the person that laid beside. Rosalice crawled out of her own coffin to stand next to his. Looking down. Staring into his eyes.

    Her unbeaten heart cracking, breaking, tearing itself out of her chest. Dragging her long bony fingers through his hair diverting it away from his handsome face. Rosalice craved to be held by him more than she craved blood.

    Creaking filling her ears. She knew who it was by the mere step. But she didn't move. Not even a centimeter. She stayed frozen staring at the man that was her mate lying there looking dead.

    "He's not dead." His voice filled the air. Stepping right beside her. "You scared the shit out of me. Out of all of us." His voice grave and solemn. Rosalice didn't speak. Didn't open her mouth to formulate her thoughts. Didn't use her gift to speak back either. It looked as if she was a true statue. "Talk dammit."

    Moving at an unnatural speed, Rosalice wraps her arms around her uncle's neck. Hugging him. His arms wrap around her, holding her tightly. His eyes watering only to never pour out of his own eyes.

    He murmurs quietly, "I thought... I thought you actually died."

    Pulling away she hears floorboards creaking, the smallest footsteps making the most noise. Knowing the others were there. Knowing her family was there.

    A soft look appeared in her eyes. Her lips finally parting, finally producing words, "The prophecy was made when I was a hybrid. It didn't account that I'd come back to life." Silence filling the room as her voice waved in front of their very ears. "I took the chance."

    "I hate you Eddie," Emmett glares at her for saying those words. Not realizing the name she had called her. Not realizing that his own mind had betrayed him.

    Eyes widening, she blinks back. "What?" She whispers.

    Turning his head away from her, a frown unnatural to his face falls on his lips. Painting his features a sad story of yearning his brother back at his side. His mouth betrayed his own damn mind once more, revealing what he truly was thinking about his niece, "You're so much like him. It's aggravating how you do the exact thing he does."

    "I didn't mean to hurt you."

    "He didn't either." Emmett swallowed hard. "But he's gone. And... we almost lost you."

    Rosalice tilts her head to the side, cupping his hands into her own. "I promise Uncle Em, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

    Opening his mouth he was cut off as children ran into the room. Her children. All four of them ran towards her. "Mom! Mom!" They all cried out.