The Moon And Me {Book1}

{Prologue}

March 20, 2000 
~Rosalie's P.O.V~

Sitting in the passenger seat of Tristan's car, we were parked out in the clearing. The sun was just starting to climb its way up into the sky showing just how long we've actually been sitting in the same spot. His hand rested on my stomach and his eyes were concentrating on something in the distance. Our silence wasn't uncomfortable, but I knew that he was thinking too much about what was going to happen.

"Tris, I need you to look at me and listen to what I'm about to tell you." I reached towards him. 

He caught my hand by the wrist and pulled my palm to his lips. Tristan held my hand against his mouth as he closed his eyes, "I can't let you go, Rose. I can't imagine being without you. Continuing to live without you is the worst thing you could ask of me."

"Tristan, you know that I wouldn't ask you to do this unless it was absolutely the most important thing." I leaned closer to him, "These girls are going to change the world and they are going to need you to be there for them when the time comes. You need to stop thinking about it in the way of you are losing me, but in the way that you are gaining two beautiful baby girls. Tristan, I need you to be strong for the girls."

He let my hand drop and he looked at me with dark blue eyes, "They are going to kill you and you expect me to just be okay with that? Rosalie, these things cannot be loved. They are destroying the only love that I will ever know. I can't and will not take care of those monsters growing inside of you if it means losing you."

Shaking my head I couldn't stand the way he talked about our daughters, "They aren't monsters. You have no right to blame them for anything that was going to happen regardless of it being now or in ten years. I'm always going to die and you are always going to have to raise them on your own. In every time line, in every period of our lives, and with every different heartbeat we have. Nothing could possibly be different this time. You know that, Tristan. Stop acting like a victim." 

His angelic face flashed dark as he basically jumped out of the car. Watching him walk into the field I knew that I was going to have to follow after him. Sighing, I looked down at the big baby bump, "This is the man that is going to be raising you, my babies. I promise you that he'll be a lot better when you two are born. He's just needing some time to cool off. It is a lot to ask of someone, but he's up for the challenge." I spoke softly running my fingers over the belly bump, "I promise you that much."

Getting out of the car, I walked to where Tristan had stopped. His head was hung down and his hands were raking through his hair like he was trying to make a hard decision. Wrapping my arms around his waist I leaned my forehead against his back. Closing my eyes I took a deep breath and tried to somehow come up with a way to make him understand the importance of the twins. Slowly he turned around and held me in his arms tightly. 

"I don't ever want to let you go, Rose." He whispered kissing the top of my head, "I don't know why you are insisting on having these babies. Why can't you see this from my perspective?" He questioned.

Looking up I smiled, "Because I know that if I did that, then I wouldn't be okay with any of this. But I know that it is my job to die. I have to do what my mother did, what her mother did before her, and so on for generations. Tristan, your mother even died for you. Don't act like this is something new that has just started happening since I've gotten pregnant." I wiped a tear from his eye, "Stop thinking about it in the way of you losing me. I'm going to be right there by your side every single step of the way. I'm going to watch my daughters grow up and become amazingly beautiful people like I know they will be."

Sitting there in silence, I knew that he was thinking about it. Once again his hands found their way to rest on my stomach causing the girls to starting moving around and kicking. Staring into his blue eyes there was something that made my heart start to ache. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to grow old with him really made me rethink everything for the briefest of moments. Then suddenly I knew it was happening.

"They're coming." I spoke with wide eyes, "It is actually really happening right now. The twins are ready." 

*48 Hours Later*

Laying in the hospital bed my body was shaking from exhaustion. Two separate screams filled the tiny room bringing me the slightest sense of relief. Slowly my head rolled to the side, and for what seemed like forever I stared at Tristan. Tears slowly rolled down his cheeks like a river that he couldn't control. Trying to lift my hand up felt like that hardest thing in the world to do. 

"Don't." He pushed my hand back down, "Don't strain yourself, Rose. I don't want you leaving me too early." His voice was rough from crying, "Can you hear the girls? Can you believe that you are leaving me two screaming babies." Tristan tries to make a joke, "Leave it to you."

Staring at him I wanted to tell him so much, but my mouth wouldn't open. No words escaped from the confinement of my locked jaw. As he ran his hand over my face, I relished in the feel of his soft touch. His blue eyes seemed to be glowing even brighter as a new round of tears escaped down his cheeks. Tristan leaned down and rested his forehead against mine. The sound of him whispering made me want to stay with him in human form for the rest of our useless lives. 

"You're gonna have to leave soon." He whispered, "Rose, I need you to know that I've always loved you. There isn't anyone else who will ever hold as much of my heart as you do. I don't think anyone will ever be able to replace you or even make me want to be with someone other than you. It isn't fair that you have to leave me." He stopped and let out a loud sob, "I'd do anything to keep you here."

Turning my head up to the ceiling a dark cloud hovered above me. It was a dark abyss with blood red eyes. Letting my head fall to the side once more I gathered up all my energy, "I love you, Tristan. I love the girls. Keep them safe and love them like there is no tomorrow."

Looking back up at the ceiling the loud came closer to me and reached out a clawed hand. As it plunged into my chest I had to bite down on my tongue to stop from screaming out in pain. Without any warning my soul was yanked and tugged out of my body. The pain was unimaginable. It felt like all of my bones were being broken individually, then all at once, and then I was being set on fire just to worsen the pain a little bit. Finally being free from the skin that once held me captive, I looked down on Tristan. As my body turned cold his sobs grew louder. The machines that were hooked up to me started going off and doctors rushed over trying to bring me back to life. Before being forced into the light I hovered over the twins that were now in incubators. Being born three weeks early seemed to really worry the doctors, but I knew that my girls were fighters. They wouldn't let something that small stop them from being something much bigger than anyone could ever realize. 

Looking for a few seconds longer, it was inevitable that my soul be whisked off into the light. As it happened all I could think about was Tristan. We were always fated to find each other, but that would have to wait another lifetime in another era. Only for the same thing to happen once again. 

Tristan's P.O.V
Standing up from the chair next to the bed I knew that she was gone and that nothing the doctors tried to do would change that matter. Rosalie was dead and gone. Nothing would ever change that. 

"Because of you two." I spoke with seething hatred towards the two babies in the incubators, "This is all because of you two."

Staring at them I could feel my inner war start. There was no denying that I was madly in love with Rose and that these two killed her. But at the same time, there was no fighting the fact that I also loved these girls and would die to keep them alive. Falling down to my knees my mind filled with different solutions to my now clear problem. How do I protect beings that are more than capable of protecting themselves?

"I love you." I kept repeating over and over again. 

There really wasn't much else that I could do. Rosalie was gone, the girls were in incubators because they were born three weeks early, and my mind couldn't wrap around how alone I truly was. I had no one to help me. I had no one to depend on. I have no one.

"I love you." I repeated as my voice clogged up from the tears that were flowing down my cheeks, "I love you all so much." My head fell back so I stared up at the ceiling, "I love you all so much more than I care to love myself."