One Time
Esme told me I was lucky to have such a gift growing inside me. She said vampires were unable to have children. But when that child's father is also your rapist, it is not a gift, it's a monster.
Authors Note: This is an incredibly dark fic about Rosalie's past. The rating is to be taken seriously as there are extremely dark themes relating to her past. Reviews are appreciated but not expected because I wrote this just for kicks. Any questions will be answered and constructive criticism is always taken seriously.
~!*Rosalie*!~
I've been told it only takes one time.
When I was human, I remember one of the many springtime shopping trips I took with my mother. We made a stop at an upscale outdoor café for lunch and we overheard two older women gossiping at the table next to us.
"Did you hear about the Mable girl?"
"Audrey? The girl engaged to that young man who's to inherit that hotel chain?"
"Yes, well, she not engaged no more. The little trollop went out one night with the girls and met some accountant. Now, she's gone and got herself pregnant and the accountants nowhere to be found!"
"Heavens."
"Her entire family is mortified. She was a month away from marrying into one of the richest families in Rochester and now she has a bastard child on her hip for the rest of her life."
"I tell you, these young people know nothing these days. It only takes one time to ruin your life."
I didn't really think much of the conversation at the time. When was that ever going to apply to my life? But now as I stand facing eternity, I think back on that small instant of my human existence, and how much it applies now.
My life was ruined. My perfect, fairy tale of a life was ruined all because of that one time.
The one time I stayed out too late after dark.
The one time I didn't ask someone to escort me home.
The one time I didn't follow my gut about a man.
And all because of these 'one times,' my life was ruined, my death was ruined and my future… my future is a damned existence in which I shall be forever punished.
It only takes one time, one night, for everything to change. Mine was changed the night I was raped. But while many people think that it was the actual event that haunts me, it is my decisions and actions afterward that are my real demons.
I am a monster, but not because of my blood seeking nature, not because I killed those who ruined me, but because I am selfish and vain.
I destroyed the one thing I always wanted.
I killed a child.
I killed my child. The child born of a raped vampire.