This is a short Rosalie/Stefan drabble. Idk why, I just love Rosalie so much and could ship her with anyone. But I hope you enjoy. Apologies on lack of details and shortness. :D
Golden waves and violet eyes. That was how he remembered her. The wonderful, yet vain girl she was.
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Stefan had just been coming out of his ripper days. Lexi forcing him to move to Rochester, away from Chicago, so he wouldn't be constantly reminded of his old murderous ways. Though it kind of annoyed Stefan to an extent, Lexi thinking he was as fragile as a human. But he was. His emotions were back to torture him.
Pain and regret remembering he killed so many innocent people. Though he never quite remembered the kills to be exact, he always blacked out. The next mornings he wouldn't understand how he got in the places he would be in.
But that was all in the 20s, a whole decade ago. He wasn't quite fixed yet, but he was getting there. He was able to control his blood lust while walking out in public places with people's thrumming hearts surrounding him, echoing persuasively in his head.
It had taken him ten years to get to this point. When he first laid eyes on the graceful human girl. She walked with an air of royalty. Which surprised Stefan, he almost thought she was a vampire for a second. But heard the murmur of her heartbeat, which signaled her humanity.
He was making his way down the crowded streets of the upscale New York town. As he passed the bank. He saw her once again. She had some bag in her hand. She looked around the beautiful scenery, seeming in a slight daze of content.
Her shoulder brushed across his as they walked past eachother. Stefan couldn't help but turn to stare at her from behind. She peeked over her shoulder to get a good look at the man she accidentially bumped past.
She saw a pair of forest green eyes looking back at her. Their eyes locked, and Rosalie quickly whipped her head away to keep walking onto her father's work.
Later that same night, Rosalie had written in her diary. Describing the distinct appearance of the man she ran into. There was no words exchanged between them, She felt a fluttery feeling in the pit of her stomach as he stared at her intently.
Her thoughtful mind quickly moved to all these possibilities of falling in love with the mysterious man. Truly showed how naive she was. Her dreams were haunted by him, she so badly hoped to see him tomorrow in town.
And she did. This time they both had got the chance to introduce themselves to eachother. He was Stefan Salvatore. Stefan found out her name was Rosalie..
Such a beautiful name for a beautiful woman, Stefan thought to himself. They lightly socialized with eachother. "Well I must leave to meet a friend of mine. I hope to see you soon Miss Rosalie," he said politely, bowing and kissing her hand.
But that was the last time he saw her.
Later that night she went to visit her friend Vera. And that was the night she lost her whole life. Stefan didn't know. He realized something happened to her when he saw the reports in the newspaper of her disappearing without a trace. He had a creeping feeling that it had to deal with the supernatural. Lexi had known about it the whole time, somehow without him having to tell her. She just nodded gravely when he came home.
"She's been turned into something different. Completely different from us and humans," she whispered knowingly. She had contact with Carlisle Cullen and he knew about Lexi, as well as she knew about him.
She had seen him bring back the poor girl. She hoped this wouldn't ruin Stefan's progress, he had had some sort of attachment to her in so little time. Stefan knew he could never forget about her.
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He couldn't try to contact her again, he was sure he wouldn't be able to see what she'd become. Rosalie had always wondered about Stefan, but never gave it much thought.