Third Life➳Rosalie Hale (Twilight AU)

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Yawning I covered my mouth searching for room number 211. Finding the class down the narrow maze Hallways end. The school's colors reflected in painted stripes of blue and yellow. I pushed open the dark blue door handing my Ap Calculus teacher my schedule. His head swiveled in my direction taking the paper nodding and handing it back.

Mr.Martin had a blading donut-shaped hairline rounded glasses and an avian-like protruding nose. He wore a light casual smile on his face and was dressed in a short-sleeved dress shirt black tie and slacks. He clapped his hands to zero in the student's attention on him. "Listen up class! We have a new student ill let her introduce herself."

Mr.Martin glanced back at his seating chart I stepped in front to greet the class "Hello, I'm Eliza Swan, I moved here from Phoenix with my sister Bella." The desks were neatly lined up in rows with plastic yellow chairs. At least the desks were actual wood and not plastic attached to the desks."Thank you Ms.Swan go ahead and take a seat next to Ms.Hale, Rosalie can you raise your hand?" I scanned the sea of new faces landing on the pale outstretched hand. 'Rosalie Hale'

My heart stopped she was Rosalie but she wasn't, her complexion pale Rosalie's vibrant violet eyes deep honey. Rose had always been so beautiful but this girl was inhumanly beautiful.

A tense volcanic eruption seared my insides, I felt dazed at the sight of her Roses after imagine splayed out into my mind besides her. Like an idiot, I looked her in the eyes. I had such a visceral shock my mouth opened to say something but I couldn't breathe! i can't breathe!

Clutching my throat i squeezed my eyes shut panicking i ran out of class. Yelling followed me but nothing made sense seeming to only come out as nonsensical blurbs. I ran like my life depended on it outside

I made it to the chilled hunkered truck yanking the keys from my pocket. Hands trembling I jammed them in the lock shaking my head. "No, no, no this can't be real that wasn't her! She just looked like her its not Rosalie!"

Yanking the door open i sat in the truck wanting to vomit. Laying back against the seat i placed my hand on my chest. Shutting my eyes trying to regain some semblance of breath. "What the fuck was that!? Is this a nightmare or did i finally have a psychotic break!??" Hunching over the steering wheel I covered my face. "Godammit, they all probably think I'm crazy now!" I yelled out punching the steering wheel.

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February 12th, 1932

Inside Rosalie's room, Eliza and Rosalie sat holding hands on her bed. They spoke softly as to not be overheard feeling tense. Eliza gazed into Roses violet eyes that were darker than normal "Rosalie are you sure you want this? There's no going back you know?" Rosalie wrapped her arms around Eliza's neck. "Shut up, i know. Just run away with me already!" Rosalie said frustrated kissing Eliza's neck.

"You know what maybe i will?" Eliza joked back Rosalie pressed a finger against Eliza's lips. "Shhh, not so loud dingus kiss me." Eliza smirked holding Rosalie's chin leaning forward. Both of them breathing heavy absorbing the moment the others breathing tickling their faces. A look of familiar lust passed between the two.

Eliza felt like she was peeling the barriers of flesh exposing her heart. As she reached out in morbid curiosity suddenly it was like she could barely breathe.

"Do you... Want to run away with me Rosalie...?" Eliza said breathily. "Yes," Rosalie answered. Looking into Rosalie's eyes Eliza searched for the lie. Rose held onto Eliza her hands tangling themselves in Eliza's hair. Fingers sliding under the redhead's shirt cold finger meeting warm skin Eliza gasped thrilled with sudden skin contact.

"Then don't break your promise," Eliza whispered back. With this she lowered the shaky walls she built between them. The two of them getting high off each other this went on for what seemed like forever. Ruffled clothes and messed up hair. They slammed their lips together in passion as their hands roamed One another's tense bodies. 

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