au_muses Introduction
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.
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.