Breathe Me : Prologue.
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Her hair was a deep shade of brown, the richest, most luxurious shade I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing. Her silky tendrils were an elaborate mixture of multiple different hues, from a deep, warm mahogany, to the slightest hints of red; they all contributed to what I knew was the most beautiful hair I'd ever see in my long life.
Her lips were a cupids bow, plump and rounded - soft and delectable. Whether smiling or frowning, they shaped perfectly into the most tantalizing sight. A wonderful cherry pink - and they contrasted greatly with the pale porcelain of her godly clear skin.
I entertained the idea that I was dreaming - but then I was abruptly brought back to reality… I couldn't dream; I was incapable of anything of the sort. I swiftly forced my attention back to the dazzling beauty before me, and continued to roam over the perfection that was -- well, I didn't know her name, but I assumed it was something equally beautiful and elegant as she.
My thoughts flickered, and I asked myself when I had become so eloquent and worshipping in my description of something. I'd never had the care to bother gazing at a human with detail before, and now that I was, I was thinking of her in such a way that it was sickening for me to realise. I sounded like a loved up, salivating mortal, and it caused me to shudder in repulsion. Not just repulsion, but bitterness. I was supposed to be 'the fairest of them all' .. Yet this frail, breakable little girl was leaving me rather short on what to do,
I - Rosalie Lillian Hale- was ogling the one thing that I was supposed to digest! It was demeaning, degrading, and most of all, it left me perplexed as to why this unsuspecting human held such allure for me.
But then she laughed, and the darkness that was contaminating my mind, and clouding up my thoughts was annihilated. The sound of crystal clear chimes resonated, and I felt a tug in my chest - an unexplainable desire to be closer to the living, breathing creature in front of me. It was my desire to see more of this girl, and quench the curiosity that she had caused to overtake every fibre of my being at that precise moment.
Perhaps I approached her because I thought that maybe it would stop be from being so entirely infatuated with her - once I saw that I was much better than her… That indeed, this unimportant girl held flaws, imperfections that I lacked. Perhaps I thought that it would bate the nervous ringing in my ears.
I know not, but I walked toward her, and I felt something I'd never felt before this moment within my entire existence. I felt that unfamiliar feeling humans described as butterflies. I was nervous. I was anxious over approaching a lowly human being!
I was ashamed of myself, but I was also entirely set on approaching this young girl, and so I did. With each step, my breathing increased in it's tempo, and I actually felt it necessary to stop for a moment to gather my composure.
Disgusting, I thought to myself. But I continued, and all too soon I was standing before her, barely knowing what my plan of action was. So I kneeled, coming to her level. I ran my fingers over the grass that she was sitting on, and smiled, looking into her eyes - that prior to this moment I hadn't noticed. If her hair was a dazzling mixture of warmth, then her eyes would be endless, expressive pools. They displayed every emotion coursing through her at that moment, and I briefly wondered if she was gazing into the depths of my soul…
I located the source of her laughter. It was a butterfly that had rather comfortable nestled itself upon her dainty fingertip. The pulsing ivory of her frail skin sang to me, and with each thundering beat of her heart, the more my want for her grew exponentially. The heady scent of her enticing blood erupted molten flames throughout my body; the ragged heat tore it's way down my throat, and automatically clouded my judgement. The bloodlust that had overtaken me easily overrode any previous interest she had invoked.. Now the hunter in me savagely pictured tearing out her thumping, crimson heart, to then drink upon the fine wine of her blood.
My instincts had overcome me, and I automatically lunged toward her neck. My mind was far from coherent, and the only thing I was capable of registering was the hot, flowing liquid that was pouring down my throat, calming the fires only slightly - simultaneously screaming, begging me to take more of this nectar, more of this delectable human.
Her heartbeat was erratic now, and did nothing to help her, it only encouraged me. The fear excited me, and I cared not for her life, but was selfishly indulging myself, and I was not capable of stopping.
Until I heard her voice, that is. The pained, gasping for breath, followed by the most pain drenched tone I had ever heard.
"Please, stop." And with that I retracted my teeth…
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