Rose and a Beauty

The discovery And Happy School Day

Rosalie POV:

As I walk aimlessly through the woods, looking to make a fresh kill, I smell something potent, a scent I know all too well... blood and very fresh. It smells heavenly and I salivate at the chance to have at least one drop. I am practically stumbling around as I follow the scent, making my fangs drop, and my dead heart beat in anticipation. There she lies. Mahogany hair drenched in blood, a red rusty truck totaled, and a gigantic, mangy mutt ripping her to pieces. The poor girl looks to be no older than 20, 21, maybe she can pass for 22. She's tall, for a girl, anyway. This child should be dead, but yet her heart beats, sluggishly slow, glug.... glug... glug...Her eyes open, they are so brown, hypnotic. Her mouth gapes open, like a fish, no sound escaping her beautiful, heart shaped, pink lips.

I snarl at the dog, and growl when he bares his fangs. I drop into a crouch and spring towards him, sinking my fangs into his neck, and sear his head from his body. He changes. The wolf is now a man laying there, tall, lanky tan, a full grown beard, and hair that almost reaches the nape of his neck, muddy brown.

I pick up the girl and hold my breath, as I get ready to carry her over a hundred miles to Carlisle. "A-an-angelo," I hear the girl stutter faintly, in an Italian accent, looking up at me in reverence. She closes her eyes, and her body sags in my arms. When I get home, I beg Carlisle to change her. Even though I know I wouldn't ask him to change me, but I need her in my life. She's mine. Emmett makes jokes at first, but when his mate, Victoria, slaps his head, making it sound like thunder, he sobers and tells me he is sure the girl, my mate, will be fine. And I don't even know her name

120 years later

We are moving from Alaska to Forks, Washington. I cuddle with my mate, Bella, in the backseat of Emmett's jeep. I have yet to fix my car completely. Her hand is soothing, going through my golden locks, and she places kisses on my forehead every so often, and showers me with endearing names in Italian. Her accent is strong when talking to me, or passionately about something. Isabella Marie Cullen, god how much I love this woman. Her eyes aren't like ours. Ours are golden, hers is a golden-brown, an Amber when hungry, unlike ours that are golden usually and black when hungry, and if we were to ever drink human blood, being that we are vegetarians, hers will turn a strange dark violet, unlike ours, that will be red.

Her skin is as impenetrable as ours, but when she is hit she bleeds, she heals like us, and if any limb of hers is amputated, it grows back, thank God. I can't even fathom what I would do if something, anything, happened to her.

We've been together since I found her, inseparable ever since, first best-friends and then 2 years later mates,our souls are intertwined. Emmett pulls into our new home. "Wow Esme, you did great," I complement our 'mother'. Alice coughs, clearly displeased about being left out.

"You did magnificent as well, Ali," Bella tells our sister, and the damn pixie preens.

"Thank you favorite sister," Alice winks, skipping ahead of us and into the house.

"Hey," Victoria shouts indignantly, and I roll my eyes, annoyed and amused. Bella rubs her thumbs in circles over the back of my hand, and kisses my temple lovingly.

Tomorrow at school (lunch)

We are late for school, third period just ended and we walk into the school cafeteria, and head to get food we won't be consuming. As we head to our seats there is a girl with light brown hair, and green-grey eyes, fair skin, very pretty, nice cheekbones, she looks to be 5'7, maybe. She sort of looks like my Bella, with the hair and lips, and nose and the cheekbones. The new girl- my Bella look-alike- is sitting with Jessica Stanley (gossiper), Lauren(bitch), Mike (puppy dog-stalker), Angela Webber (nice girl, smart), Ben Chenny(okay guy, dating Lauren) Eric Yorkie(cool, dating Angela) and Tyler(creepy weirdo). Alice has been jabbering about the new girl, her name is Bree Tanner, she has four older brothers and three little brothers and little sister, her dad is the sheriff, and her mom is a lawyer.

We sit down and Bella has an arm wrapped protectively around me, and the other is picking at an apple. She eats, unlike us, but she says the food here is atrocious, and a few other lowly names in Italian. She waits till we get home to eat. Plus she says it would be queer if she ate and we didn't, or if Esme fixed her food and not us. The humans will find it strange, and I have to agree. But they can shove it. Bella is the one who has the hardest time controlling her flesh-tearing, blood thirsty- werewolf- vampire- hybrid nature, but she hides it pretty well, and she says food helps some, very little, but every bit counts. Sometimes her posture, flared nose and amber eyes give it away, and I can feel her tensed muscles, so I rub her softly, and she slowly relaxes.

She is asking about us, the new girl, Bree. "The huge, dark haired guy is Emmett, he's with the red head with the curly hair, Victoria. The tiny girl with the short hair is Alice, she's with Jasper, dirty blonde, guy who looks like he's in pain all the time. The girl with the mahogany hair, the tallest girl, Uber pretty, like gorgeous is Isabella, but everyone calls her Bella, she is really shy, I mean none of them really talk to us, but she's really reserved, and she can get a little scary, especially if you mess with the blonde bombshell supermodel, goddess Rosalie, her girlfriend."

"Who's he?" Bree says, jutting her chin out curiously.

"The guy with the reddish-bronze hair?" Bree nods and Jessica sighs wistfully. "That is Edward Cullen, the hottest - in my opinion- but obviously no one here is good enough for him." Bree smirks slightly. And awws uncommittably, with a nod off her head. "It's really weird they are all together. Dr. Cullen must be like match maker or something," Jessica snarks, reproachfully, with an eye roll, and Bree mutters 'bitter much' under her breath, and my siblings and wife laughs lightly, even I crack a smile. The new girl is observant and funny.

"I wish he would adopt me," Angela jokes in a light-hearted fashion, and Eric playfully elbows her in the ribs, and she places a chaste kiss on his mouth, and they gaze lovingly at one another.

"Love is love, dude," Bree tells her, and Jessica flips her hair over her shoulder, haughtily.

"So," she begins again. "Rosalie and Jasper are twins, Esme is their aunt or something, she can't have kids. Edward and Victoria are half-siblings, Carlisle is their godfather, and Alice is their cousin, and Emmett and Bella are siblings."

"Cool, that is very nice of them," Bree says. "And, it's good they found love somewhere," the human girl shrugs.

"I think they all make really great couples." Angela says, and she aims her last words at Bitch-ica. " And it doesn't matter if they're dating. They aren't really, related." Jessica huffs, piteously, and turns her body to talk to Lauren and Mike. The bell rings and we all through our untouched food into the garbage, and Bella laces our fingers together as we go to our lockers to exchange our things for fourth period. We have the same one, History, Bella likes and hates it, as well as Jasper because the stories are wrong, or have too many details or not enough. I kiss her soundly before we walk in and take our seats, waiting for our teacher. Bella and Jasper exchange glances throughout the entire class, and I can't help but find her super hot and adorable at the same time. We pass notes to help the class go by quicker.

"Ms. Cullen, Mr and Ms. Hale, something you want to share with the rest of the class?"

"Just notes, sir," Bella says kindly, in her soft bell-like voice, and Italian lilt.

"Well then, you won't mind me looking at them." He says, as he makes his way towards us, with a smug look on his face, and it drops as he reads that they actually are notes. Super speed seriously helps in cases such as these. He clears his throat and looks impish. "Carry on,"

"Thank you, sir. Did we get all the notes or did we leave any out?" My Bella can be sarcastic when she wants to be. Shit, it is really hot. Mr. Anderson just nods stiffly, and makes his way back to the board.

School is finally over, thank God for that. Bella is waiting for me outside my Spanish class, and she puts her arm around me, and I reach up and interlace our fingers. She kisses me passionately on the lips as we reach the car. Her tongue tracing my bottom lip, begging for entrance and I gladly accept. I tangle my fingers in her soft, thick mohagany locks, moaning softly, and she growls when I do, making me swoon. We are close to ripping each other's clothes off when we hear Emmett and Victoria wolf-whistling, and Emmett touches my mates shoulder and she growls, and a few minutes later we separate, and Bella looks sheepish, and if she could blush, I swear she would be.