Disclaimer: Twilight and everything associated with it belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Everything else is mine.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared and she kept on running.
Everything flew by with nary a glance. She was determined to get to her destination on time. Soon, she came upon the tent at the edge of Port Angeles.
Glancing side to side, she hesitantly stepped into the makeshift business. Flicking her blonde hair from her face, she walked by the eclectic collection to the back room. Here, it was different with an atmosphere that screamed darkness, power, and magic. The only light shown from the bubbling cauldron in the room's center.
"Hello? Are you here? I have the flower-"
She was cut off by the voice in the darkness.
"Welcome back, Rosalie. Are you ready to begin?"
Rose took a step back as a figure materialized from the shadows. The old woman was dressed in a blood red cloak over a satin corset-style dress which flowed down to bare feet. Bangles of gold and precious stones adorned her wrinkled neck and hands. A brilliant smile adorned her aged, cocoa-brown face and her black eyes shown with happiness and something else Rosalie could not name. Something that made the hair on her neck stand up. But she swallowed the venom that had pooled in her mouth and nodded before answering.
"Yes."
Rose placed the blue rose in the proffered hand and watched as the voodoo witch took it and added it to the cauldron just as she did the other items brought to her. The potion flared bright red before turning a glowing white. A contract of gold appeared next to the potion along with a feathered quill.
"Sign here."
Rose picked up the quill. "And this..."
The witch interrupted with a wave of her hand, the bangles clinked in dull, hollow tones. "Yes, this is our agreement right to the letter. In return for your current eternal youth, I will grant you your heart's desire: humanity and with that the ability to have that, what did you say, dimpled-cheek, curly-headed and bright eyed baby boy?" Rose's smile increased and her undead heart would have been pumping wildly. "Or maybe a little girl with your flaxen locks and her father's look on life? Do not worry, Rosalie Hale, you will get what you deserve and so much more."
Mentally prepping herself, Rose took in deep, unnecessary breaths and reminded herself, I am going to be a mom. I'll be human again, over and over in her head as she gripped the quill.
A brief thought gave her pause. "No ink?"
Letting out a squawk, the witch chuckled deeply. "Not needed, child, not needed."
Rose bent over and signed the contract, her name-Rosalie Lillian Hale-glossy and red as her writing hand burned worse with each letter. Wincing, she dropped the quill and looked at her hand in surprise as the smell of rust and salt met her nose. Her name was etched in blood on the contract...blood.
I am bleeding. I signed my name in blood. I am bleeding. How is this possible?
She was unaware of the contract flashing out of existence, only the weathered hand covering her own brought her back. She glanced into the old woman's face, the black eyes glittering with that same glint from before which had her questioning her decision.
The weathered, wrinkly face seemed to glow from within as the eyes flashed white. A smile slowly grew upon her face, one that was beautiful and terrifying. A chill ran down Rose's spine.
"Let us begin."
