This 'story' is really a collection of short scenes and ideas inspired by a list of 100 words. Each chapter will be a different word and I hope to involve all or most of the characters at various points in the story. Expect a complete mixture of styles and genre. I'll do my best to give context at the start too.
Author's Note: I imagine this scene taking place during Midnight Sun/Twilight when Rosalie is angry that Edward is falling in love with Bella.
1. Phobia
Rosalie Hale used to be afraid of spiders. In fact, she used to be afraid of anything with too many legs. The more legs, the more likely she was to be afraid of it, and that made spiders the worst. Beautiful though she was, Rosalie had always screamed when she had seen a spider, or anything else that she considered to be a creepy crawly. When she was little, she had just been down right afraid of them. As she grew older, she began to notice the way that one little scream would have the boys jumping to attention, scrambling to be the one to remove the offending beast from her presence. Rosalie had liked that.
Now, Rosalie wasn't afraid of anything. Except perhaps the possibility of loosing Emmett. Well, if she was really honest, she'd be pretty cut up if anything happened to Carlisle or Esme, or Alice or Jasper. Maybe she'd even be upset if something happened to Edward. Spiders, on the other hand? Until today, she hadn't seen on in nearly fifty years.
She'd been working on her car, adjusting something very fiddly when she'd felt the brush of tiny little feet scrambling over her leg. Glancing down with only her eyes, she saw the little black dot winding it's over her skin. The sight actually amused her. Normally even insects were too afraid of vampires to come anywhere near them. Esme often commented on how grateful she was that spiders had no interest in spinning webs over their house.
In a movement as quick as lightening, Rosalie reached down and picked up the spider. She held it delicately between her fingers and it flailed, finally realising exactly what it had stumbled upon.
Rosalie put down the wrench she was holding in her other hand and walked out of the garage, the spider still held with the perfect grip to stop it escaping but not kill it. Out on the driveway, she knelt down and put the arachnid down. She watched it run away, and then when it was too far for any human to catch it, she chased after it, her vampiric abilities allowing her to catch it with ease. A dark smile spread across her face, and she dropped the spider again, repeating the action of waiting and then catching it.
By the fourth time she'd repeated herself, she was giggling. Rosalie Hale giggling at a spider. No matter what anyone maintained about personalities being frozen at the time one became a vampire, Rosalie Hale knew in that moment that this blonde bombshell from New York state had definitely changed.