A/N: Hellooooo!
Welcome to Inhuman Rampage, where the characters of the Twilight series rampage… well, inhumanly! Reviews are not essential, I write because I enjoy it and have way to much fun mucking with their imaginary lives, but I do always appreciate hearing your thoughts, ideas, loves, hates, so feel free to leave one or two, or a million… Thank you please! Anyway, I do hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER- Sucks to be me as I do not own Twilight, or the characters. But it rocks to be me as I get to write this story! Yey!
Inhuman Rampage
Rosalie stood leaning over the balcony, her golden hair flying in the breeze, just imagining how easy it would be to die if she jumped ... if she were still human. Her lips quivered as she wanted to cry, to scream out for help, for love, for death, for kindness. She placed her cold hands on the glass wall between her and the ground below, it almost shivered at her touch. She took in one long breath, closing her eyes and lifting her unbelievably beautiful head up to the night. In one swift movement she stood perfectly balanced atop the glass balcony. Her arms reached out as though she wanted to fly, but she didn't. For once she wanted to fall and not land smoothly. She closed her eyes tighter allowing herself to see the fading memories of her wonderful life, as they blurred day in to day, light fading to dark. Swallowing hard she opened her eyes and let her body talk; she felt the arches in her feet loose grip on the glass balcony.
"Babe?" Quickly regaining her balance she turned to see her only reason for existence, Emmett Cullen. His arms were folded loosely across his chest, his head tilted to look up at her as he rested his weight against the glass kitchen door.
'What a lucky door', she thought to herself briefly, and the frown upon her beautiful features melted into nothing, into remorse she could only feel on the inside. She took in another deep breath giving her enough time to think of an explanation for her ... trapeze practice? Yes that would do.
"Emmett, I ..." He didn't let her finish before he was pulling her down into his lap, while he perched on the balcony she had been standing on. She turned her head away from his to gaze at the nothingness over his shoulder. Maybe he couldn't see into her thoughts if she didn't look him in the eyes. Unfortunately, he knew her well enough that without her having to say anything, he would know by simply looking at her.
"I know what you were doing, so don't give me bull, Rose." Trying his hardest not to let his childish side show through, he sighed as that half quirky smile forced itself on to his face. He searched for her eyes, lifting one hand to brush away a golden strand from her face. She let out a little 'huh' before pursing her lips tightly together, intent on staring at the tree standing magnificently behind them.
"Gunna talk to me? Edward said that I ..." she threw him a look of anger for mentioning their brother's name. As irrational as she knew that was.
"Don't Emmett, please. I don't want to hear it. I know he knows what I was thinking and he should stay out of my head. Now more than ever." She dragged her ice cold body off Emmett's lap, resting her elbows on the balcony and placing her chin into her hands. He let her go, knowing full well it wouldn't be worth fighting against her. He sighed, turning his gaze away from Rosalie, which was something he always struggled to do, and to the wooden floor beneath them. They were silent for what seemed a lifetime, wondering who was going to bring it up first today.
"… We've been over it so many times Rose." He paused to see if she was listening, tilting his head subtly to look at her. She was. Her eyebrows had pulled together and her teeth gritted tight. It hurt her more than a thousand knives ever could ... would have. He watched patiently as she moved one perfectly sculpted hand across her chest, trying to wipe away the crushing pain that she felt. He quickly returned his gaze to the floor, unable to stand seeing her in pain. All the while knowing that he couldn't give her everything she wanted. No matter how much he wanted to. Pulling his bottom lip over his top, he mused over which path to take the conversation this time. But she didn't give him time to think before she began saying the words that secretly destroyed them both.
"What is the point? We've seen so many times how life repeats itself pointlessly over and over again while we are stuck wondering, frozen in time and dreaming of the past. But what for, Emmett? We live in vain of everything. Of everything I ever wanted. Time makes it easier ... sometimes, but it never heals me -"She stopped talking abruptly as her eyes fluttered shut, hating that with every word she spoke she knew she was hurting him a little more.
Picking up on her hard to miss anguish, he shifted his weight, turning to face over the balcony alongside her. Lifting his hand to her face, he ran one finger lightly over her cheek.
"Don't you think I know that? I hate that I can't give you everything. Particularly the one thing you want the most. I want it too, you know? I want everything for you because you deserve the best. I love you, and ..." A smile began to tug at the corner of her lips, stopping him in his tracks.
Those were the words she loved to hear; to know that he loved her and wanted her even now, after all this time. It took her a moment to notice he had stopped talking. Turning to face him, she saw embarrassment circling in his eyes. He was never one for laying his feelings out for all to see. Just that he was trying to now, aware they could probably hear the conversation inside, forced her remember that she had everything already. Everything she should want was in him. Yet she still yearned for more.
"I'm sorry. That's just how I feel Em." She hung her head, waiting for him to pull it together. He did know that, it's the only thing he was ever certain she was feeling.
"I want to give you a child Rosalie, but I can't. How d'ya think that makes me feel? Every time you talk like this I fell a little more worthless. Maybe I'm the joker and a big kid ... but it doesn't stop me wanting a family with you. Playing the joker is what gets me by and I'm getting tired of comforting you about this. Tired of it always being about the same damn thing." That surprised them, both unsure who was more shocked by the outburst. Emmett hung his head, crossing his hands in front of him as they rested on the balcony. Did he mean that? He was getting tired of this same conversation about children, about their future. Or was he just getting tired of her? No, that wasn't it. There was no-one more perfect than her, no-one more perfect for him than her ... no-one in the freaking universe was more incredible than the woman standing next to him now.
"I didn't mean that angel." He looked for her reaction, an unsure grin on his face, but she didn't move.
"I want a child Emmett," she whispered in a changed tone of voice. Suddenly, Emmett saw something that he had never seen in her, something that scared him. Looking into her eyes he saw a wild, savage beast that was desperate to be let free. It clawed at her pupils and her golden iris's as it screamed for freedom. Gritting her teeth together, she too knew what he saw. He saw who she could be.
Feeling somewhat uneasy, a feeling Emmett was rarely used to, he straightened himself up as he called for Edward in his thoughts, hoping that he would be listening in. After all, it was thanks to Edward that he knew she was out here feeling sorry for herself. If Edward was still listening in, he could summon Carlisle's help. This wasn't her; something in the air had changed. This was not his angel talking. Yeah she was feisty, she could be a bitch, maybe even a little shallow, but she was also so much more than that ... and he knew for certain that she was not a monster.
"Rose, if there was an option for us to have a child I would take it. I would give it you in a heartbeat if our hearts could beat. We have thought of everything and our ideas are exhausted." He began to relax a little, hoping to talk her back to reason as he began wondering if he should tell her the one option he had not yet let her be part of.
"But why, Emmett, tell me why Bella and Edward can have it all?" She spat their names out like it was the venom that stewed in their veins. He couldn't answer that and simply mused over how stunning her eyes looked in the moonlight. Letting her carry on, letting her get it out of her system until the next time. Better that way, easier that way.
"They broke the rules, but still they get to have it all." Her anger turned to sorrow. How he loved her passion, well usually anyway. But tonight it was giving him whiplash.
"Yeah, but look at the cost. Bella's life..." Instantly knowing that was the wrong thing to say, he turned to see if Edward was in the kitchen yet. Seeing he wasn't, he winced a little, and turned back to face his wife. Rosalie laughed a bitter laugh,
"She wanted this excuse for a life. It was her idiotic choice, she chose wrong and you know it. But still she has a perfect child. What I would give to have even the smallest part of her as my own." Alarm bells began to chime in Emmett's head again. He had always seen how Rosalie looked at Renesmee and it didn't worry him ... too often. But there was always this edge of uncertainty, a niggling doubt in the back of his mind. Was she going to run off with her? Would she risk fighting every Cullen member just to take Nessie for her own? As much as he didn't want to think she was capable of that, he knew that in desperation... she would be capable of trying.
Rosalie's tone lowered, aired in darkness as she spoke, "I ... will do ... almost anything for a child now Emmett. I'm reaching the end of patience. Everyone else is quite happy and content, but not me. Not us."
He turned to see that she was facing him, her face well controlled, her posture perfect and motionless. He shifted his weight once more, contemplating exactly what she meant by that. A half smile crept its way in and his brow furrowed in concern, unsure how to answer.
"What?" he joked, "Are you just gunna grab someone's kid and bite them?"A laugh escaped his lips, knowing how ridiculous that thought was.
"If it comes to it, then ... Who knows?" Her voice didn't quiver once, and it was in that moment they both knew she would be able to go against all she believed about this life, if it meant she could have a child to call her own. She glided slowly over to her frozen lover, ran her hands through his hair and kissed his lips gently. Although she felt that he didn't kiss her back this time, she still smiled a sweet, loving smile as her eyes traced the lines of his perfectly masculine lips.
"I have done nothing but want, and we have only ever looked at the 'good' ways for us to be parents. What if there is another way, a way we haven't yet thought of? Carlisle wouldn't approve of course, but we could be happy." She smiled a hopeful smile as her dreams lay waiting in his arms.
He gazed back into her golden eyes, wanting so much to be the one to make those dreams come true. He sighed heavily, knowing that was never going to happen. Maybe she really had lost the plot this time? "No Rosalie."
Her expression dropped. No? NO, was not a word she was accustomed to hearing from her man.
"I mean it babe. There has to be another way. We're not going stealing kids and making them like us. You said yourself this is no life. Come on, stop talking crazy. I mean it." He held out his hand to her, wanting to draw her into his sculpted chest. If anyone could make her see sense, it was certainly him.
But she made it clear she ignored his last comments, his hand to, and simply said, "I love you my monkey man."
And with that she was gone, leaving him standing out in the night air alone. Dazed.
This was crazy. In the last five minutes Rosalie turned from someone he knew everything about to someone he could barely recognise. The last of the air he had held in his lungs escaped his lips, desperate to get away.
"Ah ... man," he mumbled to himself. Was she seriously going to risk everything for this? No-one knew more than he did how desperate she was. As he stood, leaning over the balcony once again, he knew that he could never support her taking a kid from anyone, no matter how much he loved her. Plus the others would never forgive them, that is, if they didn't stop her first. Lost in thought he ran one hand through his dark hair. There would be no other option, he would have to tell her that if she really was going to do that then ... she would lose him too, that surely would stop her, right? A rush of despair waved over him, he never wanted to be without his own angel, his one piece of heaven. That was more heartache than he would ever be able to handle. But ... would it be worth her taking him seriously instead of a threat and killing a kid anyway and losing each other? Still in the midst of confusion he shook his head, standing bolt upright. Why worry, Carlisle would not let it come to that. As he made his way back into the house, he heard Rosalie's silky laugh flood the house.
"Alice, stop it!" she giggled, sounding totally carefree. But what he didn't know was that she was far from carefree. There was unrest in the pit of her stomach, writhing and swirling. She was deadly serious about getting a child, any way she could, with or without consequences. And soon.