Lost Skeletons ↠ Rosalie Hale [2] ✓

epilogue

His eyes are dilated as he watches the doe's ears twitch.

It's mouth is lazily chewing on the leaves on the ground. It's dark eyes watching the space around itself for any predators. It can't hear him moving through the foliage around it, and that brings a smile onto Beau's face.

His scarlet eyes stare at the doe's neck, watching it bob and strain as it chews and then swallows. Moving silently through the trees, Beau crouches down once he finds the proper place to attack from.

If he looks close enough, he can see the skin of the doe. Where the light brown hairs are sticking into the doe's skin. He can see small fleas on the deer's fur, all of them moving around like little black dots. The doe's gums are black, and the leaves she crunches on between her teeth drip with saliva and tinted green juice.

The sounds surrounding Beau are magnificent. When he was first introduced into the woods, Beau had found it to be a bit too much. Everything was so loud, like he was listening to his headphones on full volume.

Now, he basks in the feeling of knowing nothing can sneak up on him.

Snarling softly, Beau's top lips flips over his teeth, revealing his fangs. His mouth is filled with saliva as he breathes in the sweet scent of the doe. It's currents of blood flowing around it's body and it's soft meaty heart in it's chest.

He springs out like a cobra. The doe screeches, kicking his legs as Beau shoves it's head into the ground. Pressing his mouth to the fur, Beau feels his body sag as he gulps down the metallic taste that cools his burning throat.

Dark hair pools his vision as he looks up at the upcoming footsteps. The doe had long since stopped kicking, not having enough energy to do so.

Once the blood is gone, Beau removes his mouth from the fur and feels his stomach settle. Sighing in relief, Beau smiles at the soft, flowery scent of his mate wafts into his senses.

He listens intently, trying to find her whereabouts. Standing up straight, Beau uses his 6" foot height to his advantage. She must move only a bit but it's enough to make Beau's nostrils flare and for his eyes to find her coordinates within seconds.

Taking a step forwards, Beau is grabbing onto Rosalie's body within a moment of reaching outwards towards her. Rosalie goes willingly, blonde hair laying against her shoulder in soft tendrils.

"Found you," Beau says, lifting Rosalie up from the ground. Rosalie's legs kick softly as Beau presses his lips to hers.

His body ignites and thrums to life. Rosalie hums softly, opening her mouth for his tongue and Beau smirks before pulling away, not giving Rosalie what she desired.

Rosalie frowns playfully, tangling her pale hands in his dark brown hair.

The transition hadn't changed his hair color, it had only make it glossy. His eyes, instead of their human hazel, were now a newborn scarlet. His skin was ghostly pale, strong and marble hard. The dark freckles that covered his neck were a deep brown, and it added accents to his otherwise perfect appearance. He looked more like the Cullens than he thought he would, but he had yet to look at perfect as Rosalie did.

"Happy anniversary," Rosalie said in a soft voice, the white aura around her body glowing like it always was. Her bruises were no longer existent, having been replaced by the faint glow around her entire body.

"2 years," Beau hummed, pressing his nose against Rosalie's cheek. He inhaled her addictive scent and smiled because it reminded him of the room their shared at the Cullen home.