Everybody Loves Bella Swan - Part 1/2
Author - bluesuzanne
Title - Everybody Loves Bella Swan - Part 1/2
Rating - PG
Summary - Rosalie is awesome?
Pairings - Subtle all round. Edward/Rosalie, Edward/Bella, Jacob/Bella, Jacob/Rosalie.
Spoilers - All of the books, I suppose.
Notes - This isn't going to be epic, but there will be more.
Rosalie worked hard to protect herself. She always had.
Or perhaps it was because she hadn't always that she did so very diligently now.
It was perfectly clear to her: Power, all the pieces of it she had, grand and vampiric, petty and human... Power was to be craved and sheltered. She lived with too many strong people to be weak.
That was why Rosalie worked hard at protecting herself from Edward's mind.
The car and the cafeteria were the only places she really had to worry about her thoughts; those were the only places she spent an extended amount of time in close proximity to him. The Cullens were a family in the true human sense of the word, but Rosalie and Emmett were always just a little distant, always just a little apart.
Not in the cafeteria though.
If they sat on their own, some kid might be stupid enough to think they wanted company and what a nightmare that would be. It was always the Cullens, all of them together with their full trays, not-eating as inconspicuously as possible.
So Rosalie had to work. She filled her mind with pretty things - ribbons, red velvet shoes, her own face. Shallow, inane things - what a horrible bore history was (especially the parts she'd lived) and how grateful she was that her skin didn't blemish.
The last thing she wanted was to be interesting to Edward.
The last thing she wanted was for him to understand her.
It became more difficult to control her lunch-time thoughts when Bella Swan started to sit with them. The Cullens, all of them together, and Bella Swan, eating.
It took an extra effort to focus on frivolity and froth, to make damn sure she wasn't thinking about the human girl while Edward stared into the pale blushing face and smiled like he was somebody else.
She wished Edward could read Bella's mind, because at least then he'd be completely absorbed by her and she wouldn't have to be so careful.
Don't kid yourself, he already is.
She sometimes wished he was aware that her mind, her true mind, was just as silent to him as Bella's was.
***
When they had thought she was dead, Rosalie had been appalled at the relief she had felt.
Dead? That was the last thing she wanted, truly the very last thing.
She was sure it was her punishment that the whole debacle brought them back to Forks, back to Bella Swan.
There was some kind of love triangle going on now and it was all very soap and bubbles and Rosalie would try to think of it that way when Edward was near.
Soap and bubbles.
***
When she was alone she thought more freely.
Everybody loves Bella Swan.
Rosalie found this both curious and irritating.
Edward loved Bella, stupidly, irrationally, and she thanked God for Emmett because when they had sung to him he had just drained them dry.
Far too many of the students at Forks High loved her, or wanted her at least, especially that one who still followed her around everywhere like a poor little puppy. Matt. Mike. The one whose parents had the store.
And of course the beautiful wolf boy. Beautiful, yes, even though he stank.
All these fervent attractions and affections gnawed at Rosalie, because she was well aware that she, for one, was vastly more beautiful than Bella Swan, by anybody's standards.
And yet, she knew too well how little that meant now. She was dead, even as she walked and talked and breathed useless empty breaths and lived, she was a dead thing.
It shouldn't have surprised her that they thrilled at the life in that girl, least of all Edward, who had always been as cold and as broken as she was.
Still, it irritated her. There was nothing special about Bella, nothing to set her apart from any other human girl with a brain and a heart and a pleasant face.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. There was her blood for Edward, certainly. Her newness for the school children - though surely that charm should be wearing off by now.
For the wolf boy? There Rosalie drew a blank. Though of course, she didn't know him as she knew Edward, nor as several decades of observation had taught her to know ordinary humans beings.
The only thing she really knew about him - Jacob Black - was that he didn't want Bella to be one of them, for the same and for different reasons as she didn't want Bella to be one of them.
Bella wanted it desperately. Edward wanted it desperately and hated himself for it, she knew that.
She hated him for it too.
Alice wanted a new sister, so Jasper wanted it as well, but only for her. Carlisle had always placed Edward's happiness above all else. Esme seemed to fill an endless need with this collection of beings she called children. Emmett didn't really care one way or the other.
Rosalie smiled to herself at the irony. She and the beautiful stinking wolf boy were the only two who were really on the same page.
***
The battle came and went and the only real casualties were the newborns who had made Rosalie shudder and cringe.
The newborns and the russet wolf with the penchant for heroics. He would live though, Carlisle had seen to that.
Rosalie had played nurse, too eager to stand by the doctor's side and pass sharp implements and bandages, thinking with strange glee how Bella Swan should really be here instead, but she was too busy being afraid of a little blood.
Once, when he had been heavily sedated, Jacob had smiled at her loosely and drawled that she was "so pretty, the prettiest girl in the world."
Rosalie had rolled her eyes at Carlisle and tried not to feel anything.
Feelings weren't power.
The wolf boy's hadn't been. Bella was marrying Edward in three weeks.
Hers hadn't been.
Bella was marrying Edward in three weeks.
***
Alice fussed so much she probably wouldn't have noticed even if she could see the wolves. Rosalie saw Jacob Black outside the church when she had ushered Bella and the afore-mentioned maid of honor in to nauseating strains of Here comes the bride.
She hurried over to him and said in a hushed voice "You shouldn't be here."
Jacob blinked, then grinned slowly at her. "Why not, I was invited."
"Oh," Rosalie said.
She frowned, eyeing Jacob's faded jeans and fraying tee-shirt skeptically, "You're not really dressed for the occasion."
He smirked. "Relax I'm not staying. Not even going in. Just want to see them come out."
Rosalie looked at him for a moment, debating whether to just hurry back into the church and leave him with his misery or say something. Something to help or to hurt, she wasn't sure. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do with this moment.
"I..." She hesitated. "They will come out, you know. Together. It's over. You should try to move on."
"You think I give a damn about the wedding?" Jacob spat, eyes on the ground. He added "It's what comes after that counts," gritting his teeth so hard the words barely sounded.
Rosalie swallowed, stared at his face, tried to think silly things like how pretty it was, how pretty hers was, reminded herself that Edward wasn't looking into her mind right now so it really didn't matter what she thought, it didn't matter.
When Jacob looked up at her, his eyes were ringed red and burning with anger. "I'm just worried that she'll stink like you."
She flinched imperceptibly.
A dull wind rustled. The organ shut up. Rosalie laughed her loveliest, cruelest laugh.
"If you don't give a damn about the wedding then go home."
She walked away, stiletto-heeled feet silent on the grass, muttered "I don't stink. He stinks."
Title - Everybody Loves Bella Swan - Part 1/2
Rating - PG
Summary - Rosalie is awesome?
Pairings - Subtle all round. Edward/Rosalie, Edward/Bella, Jacob/Bella, Jacob/Rosalie.
Spoilers - All of the books, I suppose.
Notes - This isn't going to be epic, but there will be more.
Rosalie worked hard to protect herself. She always had.
Or perhaps it was because she hadn't always that she did so very diligently now.
It was perfectly clear to her: Power, all the pieces of it she had, grand and vampiric, petty and human... Power was to be craved and sheltered. She lived with too many strong people to be weak.
That was why Rosalie worked hard at protecting herself from Edward's mind.
The car and the cafeteria were the only places she really had to worry about her thoughts; those were the only places she spent an extended amount of time in close proximity to him. The Cullens were a family in the true human sense of the word, but Rosalie and Emmett were always just a little distant, always just a little apart.
Not in the cafeteria though.
If they sat on their own, some kid might be stupid enough to think they wanted company and what a nightmare that would be. It was always the Cullens, all of them together with their full trays, not-eating as inconspicuously as possible.
So Rosalie had to work. She filled her mind with pretty things - ribbons, red velvet shoes, her own face. Shallow, inane things - what a horrible bore history was (especially the parts she'd lived) and how grateful she was that her skin didn't blemish.
The last thing she wanted was to be interesting to Edward.
The last thing she wanted was for him to understand her.
It became more difficult to control her lunch-time thoughts when Bella Swan started to sit with them. The Cullens, all of them together, and Bella Swan, eating.
It took an extra effort to focus on frivolity and froth, to make damn sure she wasn't thinking about the human girl while Edward stared into the pale blushing face and smiled like he was somebody else.
She wished Edward could read Bella's mind, because at least then he'd be completely absorbed by her and she wouldn't have to be so careful.
Don't kid yourself, he already is.
She sometimes wished he was aware that her mind, her true mind, was just as silent to him as Bella's was.
***
When they had thought she was dead, Rosalie had been appalled at the relief she had felt.
Dead? That was the last thing she wanted, truly the very last thing.
She was sure it was her punishment that the whole debacle brought them back to Forks, back to Bella Swan.
There was some kind of love triangle going on now and it was all very soap and bubbles and Rosalie would try to think of it that way when Edward was near.
Soap and bubbles.
***
When she was alone she thought more freely.
Everybody loves Bella Swan.
Rosalie found this both curious and irritating.
Edward loved Bella, stupidly, irrationally, and she thanked God for Emmett because when they had sung to him he had just drained them dry.
Far too many of the students at Forks High loved her, or wanted her at least, especially that one who still followed her around everywhere like a poor little puppy. Matt. Mike. The one whose parents had the store.
And of course the beautiful wolf boy. Beautiful, yes, even though he stank.
All these fervent attractions and affections gnawed at Rosalie, because she was well aware that she, for one, was vastly more beautiful than Bella Swan, by anybody's standards.
And yet, she knew too well how little that meant now. She was dead, even as she walked and talked and breathed useless empty breaths and lived, she was a dead thing.
It shouldn't have surprised her that they thrilled at the life in that girl, least of all Edward, who had always been as cold and as broken as she was.
Still, it irritated her. There was nothing special about Bella, nothing to set her apart from any other human girl with a brain and a heart and a pleasant face.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. There was her blood for Edward, certainly. Her newness for the school children - though surely that charm should be wearing off by now.
For the wolf boy? There Rosalie drew a blank. Though of course, she didn't know him as she knew Edward, nor as several decades of observation had taught her to know ordinary humans beings.
The only thing she really knew about him - Jacob Black - was that he didn't want Bella to be one of them, for the same and for different reasons as she didn't want Bella to be one of them.
Bella wanted it desperately. Edward wanted it desperately and hated himself for it, she knew that.
She hated him for it too.
Alice wanted a new sister, so Jasper wanted it as well, but only for her. Carlisle had always placed Edward's happiness above all else. Esme seemed to fill an endless need with this collection of beings she called children. Emmett didn't really care one way or the other.
Rosalie smiled to herself at the irony. She and the beautiful stinking wolf boy were the only two who were really on the same page.
***
The battle came and went and the only real casualties were the newborns who had made Rosalie shudder and cringe.
The newborns and the russet wolf with the penchant for heroics. He would live though, Carlisle had seen to that.
Rosalie had played nurse, too eager to stand by the doctor's side and pass sharp implements and bandages, thinking with strange glee how Bella Swan should really be here instead, but she was too busy being afraid of a little blood.
Once, when he had been heavily sedated, Jacob had smiled at her loosely and drawled that she was "so pretty, the prettiest girl in the world."
Rosalie had rolled her eyes at Carlisle and tried not to feel anything.
Feelings weren't power.
The wolf boy's hadn't been. Bella was marrying Edward in three weeks.
Hers hadn't been.
Bella was marrying Edward in three weeks.
***
Alice fussed so much she probably wouldn't have noticed even if she could see the wolves. Rosalie saw Jacob Black outside the church when she had ushered Bella and the afore-mentioned maid of honor in to nauseating strains of Here comes the bride.
She hurried over to him and said in a hushed voice "You shouldn't be here."
Jacob blinked, then grinned slowly at her. "Why not, I was invited."
"Oh," Rosalie said.
She frowned, eyeing Jacob's faded jeans and fraying tee-shirt skeptically, "You're not really dressed for the occasion."
He smirked. "Relax I'm not staying. Not even going in. Just want to see them come out."
Rosalie looked at him for a moment, debating whether to just hurry back into the church and leave him with his misery or say something. Something to help or to hurt, she wasn't sure. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do with this moment.
"I..." She hesitated. "They will come out, you know. Together. It's over. You should try to move on."
"You think I give a damn about the wedding?" Jacob spat, eyes on the ground. He added "It's what comes after that counts," gritting his teeth so hard the words barely sounded.
Rosalie swallowed, stared at his face, tried to think silly things like how pretty it was, how pretty hers was, reminded herself that Edward wasn't looking into her mind right now so it really didn't matter what she thought, it didn't matter.
When Jacob looked up at her, his eyes were ringed red and burning with anger. "I'm just worried that she'll stink like you."
She flinched imperceptibly.
A dull wind rustled. The organ shut up. Rosalie laughed her loveliest, cruelest laugh.
"If you don't give a damn about the wedding then go home."
She walked away, stiletto-heeled feet silent on the grass, muttered "I don't stink. He stinks."