Set in Breaking Dawn before the confrontation with the Volturi when the Cullens are still unsure of Renesmee's human status. Rosalie POV, I wanted to show another side to her, she is often portrayed as vapid and stupid.
The Choice
Are we demons or angels? Blessed or Cursed? Broken or Whole? Why, if we are so infinitely superior to mankind do we hold a hunger, a thirst far greater?
Who in all their creations dreamt us up? As an allegory, certainly we are more than adequate, leeching off humans. We should be bankers or lawyers. But yet we exist.
Though I did not choose to. As wise as Carlisle is, as kind, as giving he still took from me something that I did not wish to give. My death. Who is he to judge when I should die?
Too few days is one thing, but too many is a greater curse. To die, to end existence, I shall never taste it as a human. Whatever comes after, I am unformed, unprepared.
Yet I did the same to him. Selfish, I am but at least I know myself. I took him in the throes of death and pulled him out. Not because it was right, oh no, but because I wanted him. We can pretend we are sparing humans from death but who are we, who know no death, to judge if it evil?
People who survive on blood should not be allowed ethical concerns.
I do not believe that living any kind of existence is better than none. She does not know that yet. As she prances around our house, beaming every time she looks in the mirror she is delighted. She does not hold close the one thing that is changeable, the only excitement that has touched our lives for so long.
Renesmee
Still I will hold her. I will be the one who watches her sleep whilst her mother jaunts off.
She will learn. As she watches everyone she loves die, as she observes her era leave without her she will regret.
Love perhaps does conquer all but it is not all. The ties that bind us together are a fact, not an occupation. I pity her.
I am not unhappy, certainly. Unhappiness past a long time ago, it is not in my nature. I have occupations, I have Emmett. I am luckier than some. Though not as lucky as a human.
I see them in the cafeterias, in the streets, walking home. Laughing, crying, waving, everything more vivid because it is so transient. Because it will end, each moment rings sweeter. It is certain where they will end.
I have moments, the soft touch of a hand, a smile but they echo on, continuously. They lose their flavour. So I primp yes, I watch as my beauty draws them. I hear their comments, catcalls and I delight.
Because I know.
I know that in 10 years they will be married, have children and work. In a few more retire. And then end. I have inspired them. I am human only in their minds. But human I remain.
It is not enough, but it is something.
So I will hold the child sleeping. I will feed her and occupy her time. I will watch her grow.
And I will watch her leave.
And, if anyone tries to change-
I will destroy them.
Because I will give her the choice. She will choose, informed and understanding our fate. She will be the chance that I never had.
She will choose death.