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In Public, I Call Her Sister

In Public, I Call Her Sister – chapter 50

Everything’s packed, the others are ready to go. They’ve allowed me a few minutes so I can take care of this one last thing before we leave Rochester forever.

Standing outside her house, I gaze into the living room. My dead heart breaks at the sight of Vera, huddled in her rocker with Henry squirming and whimpering in her lap.

She’s crying as she reads my letter. My goodbye.

The best I can give her is the belief that I could not go through with my wedding and ran away, never to return.

“I’ll love you, Vera. Always,” I whisper.


A/N: Alas, we have reached the end of Rose’s story. I’m actually quite sad to mark this as complete.
 
Thank you, for coming on this ride with me. I hope that reading this has given you a slightly different perspective on Rosalie.
 
To preempt any questions, Rose’s story from here out is canon. I’ve just given a bit of a twist to the reason behind Rose being Rose in the books.
 
I do not expect to revisit this story.
 
Thank you, once again, to Evieeden for the prompt, the banner, and the bunny, as well as beta services.

 

In Public, I Call Her Sister – chapter 49

Every scream, every howl of agony that escapes him as I mutilate his body sends thrills down my spine.

He begs for his life, for this to all just be a nightmare he can wake up from.

I relish telling him in detail how that will never happen. Reminding him of his promise to me, I assure him, “You will never harm another again.”

Vera’s safe. Untouched by this filth. That much, Edward had done – from the moment he’d lifted the words out of my mind, he’d said. I would forever be grateful.

I delight in Royce’s final scream.

In Public, I Call Her Sister – chapter 48

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

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.”

In Public, I Call Her Sister – chapter 46

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

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

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

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

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

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.
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