Prologue A/N - Hi all!
To all who have read this story so far, thank you so much for your continued support. I am re-vamping (ha! no pun intended) a few things and generally making the story more interesting to read. (Or at least that's what I think.) But I have deep love for Hazel, and her character isn't changing. She just has a more defined purpose in the story now…
The story will utilize a series of flashbacks, to introduce you to Hazel and explore the other Cullens little by little, so hang in there!
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Obviously, Stephenie Meyer's brilliant characters will live on in her head and forever be hers. It's an honor to share them with her, but I make no claim on them. All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer. Cheers to her for creating a world brilliant enough that we all would want to borrow it for a bit longer.
So here it is. The story of how Rosalie came to accept love and cherish the gift of her eternal life.
PROLOGUE
June 6, 1941
Rochester, NY
(Rosalie POV)
It had been 8 years since I had seen her last. In retrospect, with some 80 years of immortality under my belt, 8 years is just a drop in the bucket. But at the time, those years had felt like my eternity. They had been a long, drawn-out, and very human-feeling 8 years.
"Hazel," I whispered longingly under my breath, never breaking my gaze from the little girl. I immediately felt both the pitiful grimace and the confused stare of my brother and my husband converge on me. Edward knew who Hazel was, both from hearing my mind and knowing my human family. But I had never spoken of her, or the rest of my family, aloud. Not since the day I woke up from my transformation into this despicable life. So it was that Emmett knew nothing of the family I had before this. I suppose Edward was more of a gentleman than I gave him credit for; he had apparently respected my silence and said nothing of my past to my Emmett.
It was Emmett who spoke first, cautiously. "You know her?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing, consternation coloring his flawless face.
"Yes." was all I could manage to sigh. Emmett inhaled, as if to speak again. Quickly, and without looking away from her, I touched my fingers to his mouth to quiet him. His quizzical look trained then on Edward, seeking some explanation for my sudden softness. I had still yet to show him my sentimental nature.
I took several quick steps forward to clarify what I knew I was seeing. As if my perfect vampire vision would somehow betray me in the face of what lay before me. The light of my human life, the pretty little thing who had been just four years old when my humanity was ripped from me, lay crumpled and dying before my eyes.
Emmett caught up to me then, stubbornly refusing to be sensitive to the emotional atmosphere around him, and pressed his question again. "You know her, Rose?"
The last exhale I could manage left him with the one piece of information I had been determined to spend eternity without divulging. "She's my baby sister." And with that, I raced away, as fast as my vampire legs could carry me, to no particular place at all.