Disclaimer: I do not own anything, it all belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
AN: This is my first Twilight fic and I hope you enjoy it. The first chapter is kind of short and the second one will be too, but I just wanted to set up the story and then the chapters will get longer. I'm not sure how long this story is going to be yet, it depends on the readers and what you think. Please let me know what you think, I know the first two will be kind of boring! Please review! Enjoy!
Bella would never understand until it was too late. No matter how much time passes, I will never understand either. She has so much ahead of her in life. How can she give it all up? She so desperately wants to give up the one thing I have always wanted back: life.
She thinks I'm a bitch. Very well, let her think that. If that's what it will take for her to realize that this is not the "life" for her, so be it. This isn't the life for anyone, because it isn't a life at all. It is just…existing. We neither live nor die. We are just stuck forever, suspended in time while the world around us changes.
Sure, there are a few perks, the everlasting energy and having all the time in the world to learn and complete tasks.
But then there are the downsides, the undeniably horrid parts of our existence. We may never need to sleep again, but with no sleep, we lose the ability to dream. We don't get to "be human" and learn from our mistakes. We don't get to go through the trials and tribulations of growing older and experiencing all the stages of life. We can never be parents. We can never be grandparents, aunts or uncles. We can get married, but could never go live on our own and enjoy life; we will always look like newlyweds and will never be taken seriously as couples.
Then there is the constant risk that our entire world will come crashing down upon us. Every day we make it through without exposing our family is a victory, every minute a battle won. With our insatiable thirst, we are in a perpetual struggle with our willpower to not satiate ourselves with even a drop. No, we have fought against who we are in order to live…no…exist as normally as we can.
This is what Bella wants, an eternity of hell. An eternity of always denying yourself the one thing you want the most. She may think that she will only ever want Edward, but she is wrong. There will be more pain in denying herself life than there ever will be in denying herself Edward.
So let her think I'm a bitch. I'll keep acting that way until it is no longer necessary or I have no choice. The entire clan may think of her as family, but she will never be my sister. I can never accept her because of what she is doing to herself.
I, Rosalie Hale Cullen, will never understand why Bella wants to be a vampire.