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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?

In Public, I Call Her Sister – chapter 39

August 23, 2011 / naelany / 0 Comments

The darkness threatens to take me and I welcome it. Even with Royce’s threat to my Vera, I can no longer fight. I’m hurting too badly, losing too much blood.

I’m broken – inside and out.

Let me die… please, let me die…

The darkness shifts, my eyes surely deceiving me when Doctor Cullen’s face hovers over mine, his brow creased with worry, pity, and something I cannot define.

His eyes are pitch black, making me wonder – even in my feeble state.

I’m sure I imagine his whispered, “Such a waste…”

He lifts me in his arms.

I moan.

In Public, I Call Her Sister – chapter 38

August 22, 2011 / naelany / 0 Comments

Finally, it’s over.

The beatings have stopped.

They’re standing over me, gloating, congratulating each other on a lesson well taught. There isn’t an orifice they haven’t violated. Not a patch of skin unbruised.

I feel the blood seeping from the various wounds they inflicted. I pray that this is truly the end, unable to imagine being able to survive all the damage they’ve done unto me.

With final insults thrown my way, a few spit on me before they all just… walk away.

Leaving me for dead.

But not without the promise from Royce ringing in my head.

“She’s next.”

In Public, I Call Her Sister – chapter 37

August 21, 2011 / naelany / 0 Comments

“I’ll show you, you trollop… Show you what a real man can do… Kissing her when you never even…”

It goes on and on to the point where I can’t hear it anymore.

Tears, and pain, and my own pleading voice are all I register as Royce takes from me what I willingly gave to Vera.

Every sob seems to spur him on, but when I whimper, “Vera…” he loses it completely.

That is when my nightmare truly begins.

That is when he starts beating me.

That is when his friends join in with cheers of, “We’ll teach you, doll-face.”

In Public, I Call Her Sister – chapter 36

August 20, 2011 / naelany / 0 Comments

His friends follow. They seem amused, making jokes, jeering him on, and taking bets as they continue to drink.

I try to scream. To beg Royce, “Please, just stop! Royce, please!”

It’s to no avail. The anger in him consumes him completely and I’m not left wondering as to the cause when he begins to rail at me.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out, you whore?”

Spittle sprays into my face as he yells at me, telling me how he happened to walk by Vera’s house that morning and saw us in an embrace.

How he spied on us.

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