Rosalie - A Twilight Story

Rosalie

They knew.

They knew.

They knew.

They knew and they never told me. Even as I was in pain, sitting there, undergoing my transformation, they didn't even help me.

Somehow, being Rosalie Hale wasn't enough. I needed more love, more power. But the thirst for blood was long gone.

Edward was the doctor's son. He was beautiful. But now I looked past those features. Those features were gone. He just looked as plain as the others.

But I, I, was more beautiful. That was the one thing I was grateful for, eternal beauty. Carlisle and Esme had welcomed me into their loving arms. Edward, however, was cold and distant. Carlisle confessed that he had only transformed me so I could be Edward's mate.

I presented myself to him, his face in awe, but disgust hid behind that facade of kindness. I narrowed my eyes. Being loved y one person was one thing, but no one wanting me was another. I became infuriated. I pointed my finger at him accusingly.

"You. I am beautiful! That is all men ever want." my arms were up, explaining.

Edward shook his head. I nearly bit him.

Rosalie, you are beautiful. I promise you that. But I don't love you.

The voice in my head was enough to make me scream. I was thirsty. Dry. Parched.

My voice was frozen. Esme put her hand on my shoulder. A comforting sign that even my mother never gave me.

She embraced me. My body sagged.

I wanted to cry. But I learned that you can't cry. Another problem. I made a mental list in my head.

Carlisle embraced me too, squeezing me tighter. And I wasn't going to let go.

Across the room, Edward stared uncomfortably. I shot him a glare. If he didn't love me, no one would.

2 Years Later

We were in Blowing Rock, North Carolina. We were inconspicuous. Only the locals, such as Farmer Aniston, offered his son's hand for marriage. I refused. He was a dirty thing. A dry, calloused, roll-in-the-mud boy. Several other had tried. No heart would be completely mine.

I had just arrived home, had Carlisle not given me money, I wouldn't have had the new jewelry.

Edward was there, reading a newspaper.

"Edward?"

"Yes, Rosalie?"

"Why won't you become my mate?" I asked, trying to make sure it didn't seem like it mattered.

He snapped.

"Rosalie, all you ever think about is yourself! You are the most superficial, shallow, low-life I've ever met. No wonder your fiancee didn't want you." he muttered under his breath.

But I heard. Sometimes I heard things i didn't want to. So I ran. I ran several miles. I ran until I was tired.

Gatlinburg, Tennessee.

I was starving. I needed some kind of nourishment. Near where I had stopped, a cabin sat. Maybe a lodge. Men and women of all sorts came in and out.

Hunting. Another thing that men like better than women.

I ran into the lodge. People were shocked. THe boys started drooling. I smiled and winked, but when I turned around, I gagged. They were probably some blockheads looking for a girl.

The lodge seemed bigger than the outside. The walls were lined with several different woods that I couldn't name, and the kitchen smelled like rotting fish and beer.

A man working at the corner turned to me.

"Hey. Looking for me?" he grinned.

There was no trace of immaturity, or rudeness. There was only that grin. That soft, devilish grin. To my surprise, I smiled back.

"No," I refused his advances, "I'm okay."

He was rather tall, about 6'5. His dimples shone when he smiled. I almost laughed. His hair was dark and curly, his blue eyes staring intently into my golden ones.

He coughed. I looked away, momentarily shocked by this man's bravery. No one had ever looked me in the eye before. Not even Edward.

Edward. I clenched my fists, almost breaking the table.

"Whoa!" he smiled, snickering. I pulled my hands off the table. There was a slight crack. He, wanting to show off his strength too, crumpled the table just by sitting on it.

The audience that sat behind me quieted down, shrinking away from the big, burly guy. I became bolder.

"Name?" I asked.

"Emmett." he ran a hand through his curly, thick hair.

"Rosalie." I held out my hand, but he embraced me in a hug.

Shocked, I pushed away. Sheepish, his hand skimmed the back of his neck, the droplets of sweat catching on the palm of his hand.

I ran out. I couldn't deal with this right now. Emmett chased after me, trying to explain his bear hugs. I ran so fast, without looking. He had reminded me of Henry.

Vera's child. The only one I had ever felt jealous of. But I couldn't have a child.

I almost ran into a post.

There was a sharp tack that hit my skin, barely making a mark. It didn't hurt, but rather tickled. I giggled a slight bit. There was a sign on the post.

Black Bear spotted in Tennessee! Seems to be hungry. Watch out hunters!

A giant bear with pitch black fur made my mouth water. I couldn't believe this. I didn't have any money. I ran to the nearest hotel, from a brochure that I had grabbed from the desk of the lodge. i didn't feel like staying there.

Buckhorn Inn.

Not the most amazing thing I had ever seen, but the price was low, and the stakes of someone finding me there were zero to none. I knew that Esme would have to give me some space, and Carlisle would probably think I went out on a date. Only Edward would know the truth.

And God knows that he wouldn't tell a soul. Anything to keep me away from home.

I had managed to persuade the bell hopper that I would only be staying for a few days. He nodded, gave me a key, and let me make a decision.

"Stay here, and you have to work, or you have to work here, and earn some money."

The bell hopper seemed nice. A guy named James.

I shook my head as I exited the inn. My stomach growled. I was starving.

The black bear on the sign seemed like a good idea.

Time for hunting.