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In Public, I Call Her Sister – chapter 48

September 1, 2011 / naelany / 0 Comments

It’s time.

I’ve already disposed of the others, making sure each one of them suffered and was found quickly..
Royce is last.

I want him to know I’m coming.

To fear.

To suffer.

I grin when I see the guards. They’re no match for me and dead before I’ve even counted to five.

Royce is in the other room; I can hear him whimper. Smell the stench of fear and alcohol dripping from him.

When I crash through the locked doors, he scurries away, blubbering for mercy. Soiling himself as he takes everything in.

White dress.

Ruby red eyes.

Death.

In Public, I Call Her Sister – chapter 47

August 31, 2011 / naelany / 0 Comments

They all know what I intend to do. They’ve all made their feelings known on it.

Esme with quiet support and understanding.

Carlisle trying to talk me out of it.

Edward… just looks at me.

After Esme and Carlisle have gone hunting, I ask Edward, “Why have you not told them? I know you know… about…”

If I could still blush, I would.

Edward stares at me for a long moment. “It’s not my secret to share, Rosalie. I… understand why you’re doing this,” he waves at the dress and then continues, “I’ll not stop you. I won’t help either.”

Piano Man

August 30, 2011 / naelany / 2 Comments

A/N: Happy birthday, Melooza! Hope you have a wonderful day.

As ever, I do not own Twilight – it owns me.

The music changes the second I step through the door, welcoming me home. I smile for the first time all day. It’s been harrowing. I want nothing more than to hole up in the comfort of my man’s arms.

As if sensing my mood, the music shifts again, becoming soothing and sultry at once as I go about my rituals.

When I make it to the living room, Edward looks up, continuing to play. “Hey, baby,” he murmurs as I walk over to him.

“Hey,” I reply, resting against the piano, listening.

He finishes. Stepping up to him, I kiss him. “Thank you.”

In Public, I Call Her Sister – chapter 46

August 30, 2011 / naelany / 0 Comments

Time passes. My plan long since formed in my head. I know Edward is aware of it, though he has yet to mention anything. Every time my thoughts stray, he’ll give me a certain look that tells me everything I need to know.

He’ll not tell.

The day Carlisle informs us it’s time to move on, I make my decision.

All I need is ready. I’ve stolen a wedding dress, which I intend to use for Royce.

Edward knocks on my door. “You have to tell them.”

“Why?” I challenge.

“This concerns them, too. You’re family now.”

I watch him.

In Public, I Call Her Sister – chapter 45

August 29, 2011 / naelany / 0 Comments

It’s days before they trust me enough to be alone.

Sitting at my desk, in the room they gave me, I stare out of the window. My mind replays the last moments of my life over and over again as I desperately try to hold onto it all.

The need to remember who it is I have to protect at all cost and why drives my efforts.

Vera’s whispered words of love.

Royce’s whispered promise, “She’s next.”

And everything in between, even though I wish I could forget those memories – they’re all too tightly linked to risk losing them.

In Public, I Call Her Sister – chapter 44

August 28, 2011 / naelany / 0 Comments

The burning’s finally gone. Carlisle sits by my side and explains everything again, this time more fully, informing me of the rules of our species and those of their house.

I listen attentively, instinctively aware of the importance of his every word.

When he’s done, he insists we go hunting.

I flinch at the thought. He smiles apologetically.

Running, after everything I’ve been through, is somehow very freeing and I laugh – albeit slightly hysterically.

Esme’s at my side at once with reassurances.

The first deer is equal parts disgusting and heavenly as the blood drains into my parched throat.

In Public, I Call Her Sister – chapter 43

August 27, 2011 / naelany / 0 Comments

Panic grips me as the truth of Carlisle’s words finally begins to take hold.

I’m a vampire?

Oh God!

He read my mind?

All these thoughts flit through my head so fast I can scarcely grasp them. I listen intently as the conversation – in the other room, I realize, though I can hear it as if I’m right beside them – continues.

Thankfully, my secret remains just that – a secret. From the others, at least.

The need to cry builds inside me, but no tears will form.

“Shh, it’s going to be alright, sweetheart,” a soft voice chimes.

In Public, I Call Her Sister – chapter 42

August 26, 2011 / naelany / 0 Comments

For three days, I burn. The pain’s so intense, I wish he had let me die.

Nothing. Nothing could possibly be worth going through this for.

At first, I cannot think. I only feel the scathing fire as it runs through my veins.

Claiming me.

Marking me.

Then, thought comes again. Slowly, images flicker behind my eyelids.

Vera.

Mother.

Father.

My brothers.

Little Henry.

Vera.

Then, the voices filter through again. Softly, at first, then louder and clearer as time goes by.

“I could never be with her,” someone hisses.

“But-” Carlisle begins.

“No! I’ve read her mind…”

He knows!

In Public, I Call Her Sister – chapter 41

August 25, 2011 / naelany / 0 Comments

Doctor Cullen – Carlisle, as he insists I call him – explains what he’s about to do.

He talks of biting me, injecting his venom into my veins. Of burning for days.

Throughout it all, I stare at him in disbelief.

He wants to injure me further?

What would possess such a man as he to bring me to his home, and tell tall tales as I lie here dying?

Preposterous… Just leave me in peace.

I close my eyes, hoping he’ll take the hint and leave me be.

He whispers, “I’m so sorry, Rosalie.”

Then, searing pain.

I scream.

In Public, I Call Her Sister – chapter 40

August 24, 2011 / naelany / 0 Comments

The next time I open my eyes, I’m puzzled. I’m in a bed, in a room not my own. I hear voices.

Vaguely familiar voices, arguing.

Abruptly, they cease and Doctor Cullen is at my side. “Miss Hale?”

I try to nod, to speak, but find I can do neither.

A humming comes from the other side of the room, but I cannot move to locate its source. Doctor Cullen smiles gently, his eyes still holding pity – I despise it.

I do not deserve to be pitied.

I just want to die.

Why won’t they just let me die?