Roslyn's week passed in a flurry of chaos. Sam and Dean refused to leave, insisting that there was something sinister lurking in Forks. But unless they counted the death echoes that lurked near the river as dangerous, Roslyn knew they wouldn't find anything and had told them as much. That hadn't stopped them from looking, though, and she was tired of having them in her apartment.
Things hadn't gotten any better with Raya, either. If anything, Roslyn was more sure than ever that things wouldn't go back to normal. The human wanted cold hard facts that Roslyn wasn't going to go off the rails, but Roslyn didn't have anything to give her. They'd reached an impasse and were both too stubborn to find a way around. So they continued their game of pretending the other didn't exist and Koda continued running between the two, not willing to give either girl up.
Roslyn's already horrible week was made infinitely worse when Rosalie Hale cornered her after lunch. Koda had stayed in the cafeteria with Raya so Roslyn had been smoking alone at the edge of the forest when she felt Rosalie approach.
"Well, this is shocking," she muttered bitterly, exhaling smoke in a dull cloud in front of her. "Rosalie Hale stooping so low as to speak to the likes of me."
"Don't flatter yourself." Rosalie's voice was as smooth as velvet, but twice as sharp. She'd never liked Roslyn: apparently, she was too loud for Rosalie's liking.
"Wouldn't dream of it, princess. Can I help you or are you simply here to make me miserable?" Roslyn didn't have to look to know that Rosalie's golden eyes were narrowed at her in a glare.
"Your progeny is getting irritatingly close to discovering something they should not."
Roslyn rolled her eyes, taking another hit of her cigarette before responding. "Sam and Dean already know your family exists, but I didn't tell them who you actually are. Be glad none of you have run across them; they're smart enough to clock you on appearance alone."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Rosalie's voice had turned offended and when Roslyn glanced over, she had a hand to the string of pearls at her delicate throat.
"Have you seen your family?" Roslyn looked the other vampire up and down with an arched eyebrow. "You don't exactly scream normal. You're all paler than Bella. You have golden eyes. And every last one of you is stunningly attractive."
"You think we're attractive?" Rosalie's expression shifted into one of flattery and she grinned smugly.
"Stunningly so. The point is, I'm doing my best to convince the boys of your righteousness without them trying to meet any of you for themselves, but they're stubborn motherfuckers. If I could get them out of my hair, they'd be long gone, but I can't so cut me some slack."
Rosalie ripped the cigarette out of Roslyn's hand and stomped it beneath her preppy heel, not even flinching when the latter let out an animalistic snarl. They stood there, inches apart, snarling in each other's faces until another voice pulled broke the tension.
"Rose, rebel, kindly take two steps back." Jasper.
A calming wave crashed into Roslyn with so much force that she was sent stumbling back against her will. She was satisfied to see that Rosalie had received the same treatment. Jasper was now bearing the brunt of his sister's irritation, but he didn't shy away, sending soothing energy over the two until both of their breathing evened out.
"Rosalie, I think you've made your point. Emmet is waiting by the car." Jasper was speaking in his general's voice and Roslyn suppressed a shudder at how detached it was. That wasn't the Jasper she knew speaking.
They watched as Rosalie stormed away, her walk graceful enough to send pangs of jealousy shooting through Roslyn. That didn't last long, though, and she felt herself being forced from that mindset.
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Snow On The Beach - Jasper Hale
FanfictionRoslyn Winchester is a hunter. Ironic considering she's been a vampire for the last hundred-eighteen years. Shunned by both, Roslyn has spent the last three years living as a high-schooler in the quiet town of Forks, Washington. Things were going we...