So, dying and waking up as a six-month-old baby girl is not something I wanted to do, especially since the last time I checked I was male. Albeit, I was a bisexual male, but that's not the problem, it turns out I was reborn into the past. Like, almost the 1920s past, I was apparently born January 11th, 1915. So, it wasn't quite Victorian, more like we were just leaving that era and damn near starting the 20s. I looked up from my crib to stare at the mirror from across the room. My reflection was odd. I was an acne covered adolescent boy. I had just turned 14 when the accident happened. I only remembered blaring horns and bright light and pain and then nothing. My reflection was a tiny female infant with curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes. My complexion was pale, and that was most certainly because I was still a baby and didn't get much sun. My body's mother was beautiful. I had to go through the embarrassment of a diaper change and breastfeeding. I was then placed in the crib and soon after passed out. I honestly thought it was a dream, so waking up just a few minutes ago made me feel like crying. Looking over to the door that had just opened, I see my body's mother walk in with a big smile.
"My sweet beautiful girl is finally awake from her nap? Let's go downstairs then, hm?" she easily lifted me from the crib and it was then that I was able to get a feel of the home. Judging from the decoration and furniture, I'd say we were wealthy. There was a knock on the door and so mother went to answer it.
"Package for Mister Hale." Mother smiled and said thank you as she put me on her hip and accepted the package before putting it on the table next to the door where I'm assuming my father will see it.
Time skip to the year 1920 and I had just turned 5 years old. With the amount of praise, I was receiving for my looks you would expect me to get a bloated ego by the age of 2, but I was still wrapping my head around the idea of being a 5-year-old girl. I looked up and smiled and thanked everyone. Vera, another 5-year-old, and the child of my mother's close friend was also attending the party. She was very pretty, had gorgeous chocolate locks and dark brown eyes. My own golden locks and blue violet eyes almost paled in comparison to her. The dots were starting to connect as to why her reflection was starting to look disturbingly familiar, not because it was mine, but because I was remembering my past life's older sister's obsession over a book and movie series. But it's impossible, right? Looking down at the little doll I just unwrapped, my brow furrowed, I repressed a sigh and looked over at my mother, today had been tough, and I could tell my mother was pregnant. Heavily so. Like she was going to give birth at any moment.
Looking down again, I was suddenly hit with a wave of fatigue. I didn't want to deal with anyone else today. I wanted to lay down and maybe take a nap.
At age 10 it all finally clicked. I felt horrified as I stared into my reflection, my long wavy curls of blonde hair, my blue violet eyes and pale skin. My full name was Rosalie Lillian Hale, and I was destined to become a vampire not too long after my 18th birthday. I looked down at my lap. In just 8 years my life would be over. My thoughts went straight to my little brothers, Allen and James. My two sweet little brothers. Allen with his blonde hair and bright green eyes, and Jameson, his brown hair and bright blue eyes. Allen was only 5, and Jameson was 3. Looking at my reflection more clearly, I could easily tell that I was already turning into the adult beauty I would become. Running my fingers through my hair, I shuddered slightly at any idea of pain. I shook my head and stepped away from the mirror, cringing slightly as I turned and darted from my room quickly searching for my mother or my brothers. I knew I had school tomorrow, and it was late, but I didn't quite want to go to sleep just yet. Stopping in front of my mother's room, dressed only in my nightgown, I saw my mother laying and reading a book, a slight smile on her face as she looked up.
"Rosalie? What's wrong dear?" she set the book aside and patted the bed. In truth, it wasn't my reflection that told me of my future, but a dream, and it terrified me.
"I had a nightmare." I said softly, climbing onto the bed with her. "I dreamed I got beaten and died." I whispered. I wanted to cry, but I knew it was unbecoming of a lady to cry. "I don't want to die mother."
She smiled softly. "It happens to everyone at some time my dear, but your time is not to come for many more years."
I took relief in that knowledge. I knew it was going to happen soon, but not for many more years. I cuddled into my mother's side. Soon after I heard the soft padding feet of my little brothers, Allen peaked in first, his blonde curls and green eyes shining in the light. James peeked in next, his little head of brown hair and his blue eyes barely glinting in the light. "can we come too?" Allen asked, stepping into the room. Our mother nodded and invited the two small boys up. Allen helping James up before he too joined us on the bed. Our father was away on a business trip. It was the year 1925, and it was the middle of December, it was almost my 11th birthday. It was cold, so it wasn't uncommon for us to join our mother in her room with the excuse that we're cold.
I shuddered lightly, the thought of my future life flashing across my mind as I decided to just relish in the warmth of my two little brothers and my mother.
At 17 years old I was forced to get dressed and take my father his lunch at the bank. On the way, my thoughts were on my brother, Allen's, 12th birthday, and my brother Jameson, 10th birthday. My little brothers were quite adorable, I didn't want to miss watching them grow up. But I knew I was going to miss Allen's 13th birthday, which was 2 months after my 18th, and Jameson 11th, which was 4 months after Allen's.
All these will become useless facts in the future. I just wish it wouldn't be something to remember. Because I knew just how much pain it would put me through.
I tried to hold onto my human life by refusing the proposal of a certain Royce King II but against my wishes my parents went ahead and agreed to have me marry him. It was at this moment that I knew I wouldn't be able to fight fate.
Sitting with my best friend, I watched her interact with her young son Henry.
"Rose, what's wrong, you seem down…" Vera said, holding her little boy in her lap.
"I don't want to marry Royce, this engagement will be the death of me." I mumbled softly, smiling at Henry, Vera's son smiled at me widely with a small giggle. Her boy was barely older than a year and was the cutest little thing.
"Don't say that Rose, everything will be just fine." she smiled at me with her beautiful brown eyes.
"He thinks of me only as an object, a conquest, I don't want to be treated as a thing Vera, it's a horrendous feeling." I looked up at her and she only gave me a gentle smile.
"It will help your family will it not?" she asked softly, "Now, it's gotten very late, you should get home before the sun begins to rise." She stood up with her little boy. Her husband having just walked in through the front door.
I felt fear clench in my chest. I was going to die tonight. This night was the night my life truly started. The night I died after being brutally beaten by my supposed loving fiance and then turned by my adoptive father. I met my soulmate. I had two brothers and one sister. Just the way I loved it. Until one of my brothers fell in love with a human girl and changed our lives forever.