My Angel

Chapter 1:

Rosalie stared at the book in her lap. She could hear the ever annoying sound of Edward struggling to write a song on the piano. She wished that he would just stop and wait until she was out hunting or something to become the next Mozart. Sighing, she snapped the book closed. Why anyone would like to read such a boring thing was completely beyond her; they were so boring and dull, so it only made sense that Edward was completely infatuated with them. With a flip of her platinum hair, Rosalie gracefully rose to her feet.

"Going hunting!" she called carelessly over her shoulder, hoping that no one would really care that she was going out. Up until about five months ago she would constantly have to have a babysitter with her to make sure that she kept to their annoying "vegetarian" diet.

"Oh, I'll come with you," Esme commented as she came out of Carlisle's office.

"I don't need a babysitter," Rosalie defended firmly.

"I have to go hunting too, its fine. Come on, let's go." She ushered the younger girl out the backdoor, and they began to run.

Rosalie was surprised to find that Esme was keeping up with her as they sped through the forest, dodging trees and debris. They came to a stop alongside a creek.

"Rosalie," Esme said as she put a gentle hand on her "daughter's" shoulder. Rosalie turned around. "I was hoping that we would be able to talk."

"About what?" Shrugging, Esme took a seat on the bank of the creek and motioned for the younger girl to follow in suit.

"I guess I just wanted to talk without Edward brooding and picking our brains, and Carlisle wandering in and out of the room." Rosalie nodded. She knew how that felt. Edward seemed to like to read her mind and make comments on it whenever possible.

"Alright…" She couldn't for the life of her figure out where Esme was going with this.

"You're two year 'birthday' so to speak is today." Rosalie was captivated with a twig being carried by the current downstream. "Happy birthday, Rosalie."

"What's so happy about it?" she demanded rudely, looking up. "I'm a monster, and today only marks that I've been like this for two whole years! I, I should be married right now, I should have someone special in my life!"

"Well what about Edward?"

"Edward?" Rosalie repeated with a scowl followed by a small, pathetic laugh. "You've got to be joking. He's always on that piano or has his nose in a book, and even when he's not being the perfect son, he's always so depressed! I'm sorry, Esme, I know that you and Carlisle want us to be together, but that's just not going to happen." It was rather blunt, but it was the truth. Esme sighed, and Rosalie was now furious that she had been dragged all the way out here to talk about Edward.

"That's fine," Esme said with a small, forced smile. It was obvious that she was rather upset with Rosalie's little outburst, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Rosalie wasn't surprised to find Edward still plunking out keys on that precious piano of his when she and Esme returned from hunting. Rosalie stalked up the stairs to her bedroom and closed the door firmly behind her. Esme found Carlisle still pouring over paperwork from the hospital. As soon as he heard the door open, he put his pen down and shoved his work to the side.

"How did it go?" he asked as he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her down onto his vacant lap. Esme snaked her arms around his neck and rested her cheek against his shoulder.

"It was a disaster. She made it very clear that she doesn't like being a vampire and has absolutely no feelings for Edward. I couldn't really talk to her about anything else; she wasn't particularly social after that."

"That's understandable. Maybe they were just meant to be alone," Carlisle commented. "I'm not going to push anything between them, if they just want to be friends, then that's fine with me." Esme nodded in agreement as she closed her eyes. She felt completely at ease and safe in Carlisle's arms.

Upstairs, Rosalie was absolutely fuming. How dare Esme put herself in her life like that! She didn't want to be with Edward. Sometimes it was torture to just be in the same house as him, she couldn't even imagine what it would be like to be in a relationship with him. Letting out a frustrated groan she certainly hoped Esme and Carlisle heard, Rosalie flopped down on the couch and buried her face in the pillow. In all honesty, she didn't want to be alone, but there was no way she wanted to be "mate" with Edward, not if he was the last being left on the planet.