Rosalie's Diary
January 22,
I glanced in the mirror at my stunning beauty. It was almost unfair that I should be this beautiful when no one else could.
Almost.
I heard the front door open from up in my room. I heard the uneven steps of a clumsy (and, I might add, ugly) human. Bella.
I don't know why Edward even wasted his time with her. Why hadn't he just killed he in the beginning and made this all easier for all of us? It would have been easier for us if we had just moved after that. We could have covered his tracks and just disappeared off the face of the earth for a couple days. Maybe moved to somewhere sunny and remote, spent some time with Irena and her clan, they were always welcoming.
It's not like she was mean or anything, she was actually quite nice. But, I don't know, I just never see anyone look at someone the way Edward looks at Bella. She isn't pretty at all, though he insists she is. She has average intelligence, she isn't athletic in the slightest, she is a complete danger magnet, first James, then the Volturi, and now Alive thinks that Victoria is coming back with a whole horde of newborns just to try to finish her off, and, worst of all, she is human.
They are weak, fragile, ugly things that really have no place being with us vampires. Carlisle would never like to hear me say that, but it's true.
Well, I better stop thinking about how jealous I am of Bella, that snoop Edward will probably be listening in on my thoughts.
Time to move onto more important things to think about, like my hair. It is a perfect golden tinge that perfectly offsets my beautiful eyes! My eyes are definitely the most beautiful of all vegetarian vampires. A sweet honey on most days.
Well, gotta go. Emmett wants heard some mountain lions earlier today and I am starving.
Ciao!
