My name is Crystal Newberry. OK, not really. My real name is Rosalinda Montoya. But I don't use that name anymore. No one really does, unless they're calling me Rose. But that's only when the words "The Black" are in front of my name. Or when my aunt and sister are talking to me.
As you got from above, I'm The Black Rose: the most dangerous girl to both human and vampire kind. Literally. I' half-human and half-vampire. So, everyone is scared of me. Seriously, Dracula, for crying out loud, is afraid of me. His son, on the other hand, not so much. But I'm not dangerous anymore. I'm not, really. Here, let me explain.
It was June 20th, 1901. I promised Carlisle that I would be good, and only kill the people who were ready to die. Translation: Kill the sick and dying people in the hospital only. So that's what I was doing. Demetri was with me, still watching me for the Volturi's sake, more or less. I was on the third floor, looking for people who were ready to die, and suddenly I hear this nerve-shattering scream and, for those of you who don't know me, a scream is the best sound in the world. To me. So I'm looking for the source, and I see some idiot doctor (not Carlisle) helping a mother give birth. Again, for those of you who don't know me, my world is black and gray. No color, except for red. And I'm pretty sure you can figure that one out. So, anyway, this doctor was a total idiot, leaving the door wide open so everyone can see her giving birth. I've never given birth before, obviously, but by the looks of it, it can be rather painful. At least she made it look painful. But then the screaming stopped, and in the doctor's arms was a beautiful baby boy, not crying at all. He opened his green eyes and they met mine straight on.
Suddenly there was color all around, but my eyes remained on the little baby. After a few seconds, he smiled at me. I smiled back; not the usual smile I give when I'm about to kill someone. An actual smile. Then, something amazing happened inside of me.
I wasn't hungry anymore, or thirsty. I didn't want to kill anyone anymore. I wanted to keep the world safe so this little baby boy would grow up just fine. I wanted to protect this boy with my life, and make sure he was safe.
What is she looking at? I heard the doctor think. Then he looked up at me. But I was too involved in the baby.
"What is it?" I heard the woman say. "Who's out there?"
"Just some girl." The doctor said. He was about to close the door when she said, "Well, let her come in. Don't be rude."
The doctor looked at her disbelievingly, then motioned for me to come in. I walked rather quickly, but didn't care. My eyes never left the baby's.
"Who are you?" a man asked, and I guessed he was her husband.
Without thinking, I gave my real name. "Rosalinda Montoya."
The doctor was handing the baby to the mother, but he started to cry. "What's wrong?" she asked the doctor. The little baby was reaching for me.
"Um, I think he wants her to hold him," he said, pointing at me.
"Well, then let her hold him," she said. Once again, the doctor didn't believe her, but did it anyway. I held my arms out to hold the little baby. He was so light and small, I wondered what he would be like when he was 17.
"I'm Elizabeth, and this is my husband, Edward Masen." The mother told me.
"What's his name?" I asked, nodding towards her son.
"Edward, just like his father," Elizabeth said, with a smile on her face. "Edward Antony Masen."
"Edward." I said, and smiled again. I handed him to his mother, and he smiled at me again. I looked at Elizabeth. "Thank you." I said, and then walked out of the room and closed the door.