And So The Lamb Became the Wolf

7. Something big is coming

Rosalie went to work, intending to destroy the Jeep before anyone could stop her. She opened the garage door and pulled the Jeep out by its frame. She did all the maintenance on every Cullen vehicle, so she felt a small twinge of regret as she dragged the poor all-wheel drive vehicle from its designated parking spot. This masterpiece had done no wrong, but she had a point to make. Rosalie ripped the frame in half. Gas erupted from the lines as the satisfying sound of metal crunching echoed across the property. Emmett came out of the house, hand in his hair. He looked like he wanted to intervene, but the vehicle was already damaged beyond repair.

Rosalie dropped the halves of the Jeep to the pavement. She punched through the hood, her hand finding the middle of the 3.6 L engine. She wrapped her fist around a twist of metal and ripped it out. The hood collapsed around her hand. Oil sprayed across Rosalie's face. She put a hand on either side of the exposed engine block and pulled it apart. The metal whined in her hands, and she smiled. Satisfied no part of the jeep could be saved Rosalie turned away, rubbing her oily hands on her jeans. The whole outfit was ruined, so it didn't matter anyway. The family was on the porch watching Rosalie work out her anger. Bella sat on the grass in wolf form. Rosalie calmly walked into the expansive garage. She grabbed the orange cleaner and began rubbing it all over her hands and arms. It was slightly undignified after her display, but everyone knows a simple shower won't take dirt and gasoline off the skin. She refused to continue her day with oil under her fingernails.

When her hands and nails were satisfactorily clean, Rosalie threw the rag on her work counter and headed back towards the house. Bella sat panting. Rosalie rolled her eyes.

Emmett smirked. "Feel better?"

"You know," she smirked, "I do." Rosalie slammed the door behind her. As she walked up the stairs to her bathroom she heard Esme say, "Well Emmett, you deserved it. You too Bella." Rosalie turned on the water in the shower and drowned out Emmett's response.

Rosalie smiled to herself as she considered the destroyed Jeep sitting in the driveway. That will teach those two to get in over their heads. She wondered who was feeling more punished: Emmett for watching his Jeep get destroyed before his very eyes, or Bella for being stuck driving that monstrosity from the age of car dinosaurs for. It's true, cars weren't made with the same fortitude they had been in the '60s and '70, but surely it was a crime to keep that monster on the road. Rosalie let herself imagine the challenge the big red truck would present if she destroyed it. It wouldn't be much, but at least the Chevy would take more than sixty seconds.

Rosalie got out of the shower and picked out clean clothes. Will the idiot wolf ruin these too? She decided the chance of being attacked by an adolescent wolf was about 50/50. She wore less-beloved clothes, just in case. If her Versace got ruined, she would absolutely mutilate the dog. Rosalie smiled to herself. It had been a while since she'd sparred with anyone. She had forgotten how exciting it was. Rosalie styled her hair, refusing to look in the mirror. She had gotten very good at doing her hair without looking in a mirror. In fact, Rosalie had only one mirror in her whole bedroom, walk-in closet, and adjoining bathroom. What she saw in the mirror had already cost her so much, she refused to spend time making herself more attractive. A knock sounded on her door, pulling Rosalie from her thoughts.

"Go away, dog," Rosalie snarled. She heard a heartbeat on the other side of the door, so there was only one person it could be. The knock sounded again. "Don't tell me you're as bad a listener as you are a fighter." Rosalie whipped open the door and was greeted by an earthen, woodsy scent that made her want to take a long run in the woods after a rain.

Bella had clearly not expected the door to open so quickly. She stepped back, startled. Rosalie smiled at Bella's shock. She recovered quickly. "How's it going?" Bella asked, leaning on Rosalie's doorway. There was something new about Bella. It bothered Rosalie.