| Family isn't about whose blood you have. It's about who you care about. -Trey Parker and Matt Stone |
[Jan. 29th, 2008|03:13 am] |
She spent the days while Emmett and Jasper were recovering pacing the hotel room in between sitting at their bedsides. They each took breaks. Carlisle urged them to take breaks to clear their heads. The more she was in the room the angrier she got. Watching her husband and her brother pretend as if the wounds were not severe made her growl with frustration and anger.
"Carlisle says we can move them tomorrow," Edward informed her on one of their shared breaks. She nodded her head, but kept her eyes on the parking lot. There were a group of teenagers partying together. Security would be called soon.
"How long will you stay?" She finally asked.
"Until we clean up this army that attacked them."
"You're a fool."
"Am I?"
She gripped him by the arm and forced him to look at her. He looked just as angry and frustrated as she did. Perhaps this was why they were never meant to be mates. Two sides of the same stubborn coin.
"We're your family." And they were. It didn't matter if they shared blood. Of course they did, in a sense, as they were vampires, but at the core they were a family because they loved each other. They would die for each other. "You are not helping her by staying away."
"You don't like her anyway."
"She's moved on."
He glared at her and walked away. He was a fool, but he was her fool. They were family after all. |
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| au_muses Introduction |
[Jan. 13th, 2008|05:50 pm] |
Rosalie Hale had always been a beautiful girl. In fact, her beauty was what led to her death. She'd fallen for the wrong sort of prince. He was a toad underneath all that pretty skin and great wealth. He'd nearly killed her, and Dr. Carlisle Cullen had decided her beauty was too great to waste so he saved her by giving her death. She had no choice in the matter. She was too beautiful to live, and too beautiful not to have immortality. The irony made her choke at times.
She had been intended as a mate for his first born son, Edward. It became painfully obvious straight away that Rosalie and Edward were not meant to be together in that way. Yet. Yet as much as she was irritated by Edward she couldn't believe he was not overwhelmed by her beauty. How could he be the exception to her rule?
Sometimes she believed he was amused by that. Amused that he was the exception to the rule that everyone must be enchanted by Rosalie's beauty. He wasn't laughing when he met the exception to his rule. The mortal girl whose blood screamed at him, and whose mind was a closed book. He could not pry into her private thoughts. He could not have an advantage over her the way he had with everyone else. Perhaps that was why they were never meant to be; both Edward and Rosalie preferred to have the advantage.
She hadn't tried to stop Edward when he decided he had to leave Forks. Truth be told, she was glad he had decided to dump the girl and move on with his life. That stupid silly child believed she wanted death. She thought being a vampire was the right choice for her. Rosalie despised her for it. Here was this plain Jane, pretty enough by mortal standards, but in no way able to compare to Rosalie's beauty, and she managed to turn Edward's head and had her mortality still in tact. She had the option to settle down, find a man who could give her beautiful babies, and she wished to give it all up for death. To become one of them.
She watched as the girl moved on. Found love with...a werewolf. Struggled with the knowledge that if her brother were to find out he would go mad with rage and grief. He would return home to them. She chose to keep the secret. It was better for everyone if Edward remained gone. Perhaps once the girl moved away things could be different.
Then everything changed. Emmett and Jasper were attacked, and Edward was one his way back. She didn't have time to worry about the silly mortal girl and the effect her new boyfriend would have on her brother. She was too busy walking the halls, waiting for her brother and husband to heal, and plotting vengeance against those who dared to hurt what was hers.
"How are they?" Edward had asked as she appeared beside her.
"They will survive. We will ensure this never happens again." She looked into her brother's eyes and saw the same fierce determination reflecting in his gaze as she would see in her own should she look in a mirror.
Yes, perhaps they were entirely too much alike. |
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| au_muses Rage |
[Jan. 13th, 2008|05:32 pm] |
Alice saw it of course. She saw them injured before Emmett called to ask for help. Rosalie had been pacing on the top floor when she heard her sister scream. Esme reached Alice first. Carlisle was their a moment later. By the time Rosalie descended the stairs she knew what had happened. Not all the details in crystal clarity the way Alice did, but she knew that her husband and brother were hurt.
"Rosalie, we'll go as a family," Esme had told her as Rosalie tore out of the house and toward her convertible. Shiny and red and not at all the type of car that blended in at Forks. But Rosalie wasn't the type of person who blended in anywhere. Her beauty made her stand apart even among her family.
"Follow me. Try and keep up," she had hissed, but calmed when Esme pulled her close and stroked her hair. "He needs me."
"They need all of us. Please, we'll go together. Someone will need to drive the jeep back." Of course Esme had a point. For just a moment all of the emotions that threatened to push Rosalie past the cool exterior that she normally projected were calmed.
Carlisle allowed Rosalie to drive the Mercedes while he sat in the passenger side of the car. He'd placed a call to Edward to bring him home. Esme sat in the back consoling Alice. Rosalie kept focused on the road. She made the drive in record time, and was already out of the car before it had properly come to a stop.
The moment she entered the hotel room and took in the sight of them the rage took hold of her. She saw nothing but red. Red like the blood that soaked the hotel sheets that both were laying on. Red like the marks on their bodies from the bites they had received. Red like the blood in the palm of her hand from digging her nails into her own flesh.
"Fix them," she had pleaded with her father, but he was already in the process of doing just that.
She stayed at Emmett's side, comforting him as she could, and she vowed that there would be vengeance for what happened in that playground. No one hurt her family and walked away. No one. |
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