This starts off right before Rosalie meets Emmett, so right now, the Cullens are Carlisle, Esme, Edward, and Rosalie.
Rosalie is bored, so she goes hunting.
This is my first fanfic, so please R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, *sigh*, Stephenie Meyer does...
Bound Together Forever
Chapter 1 – First Sight
I was hunting. Again. I didn't even need to hunt; I had hunted just yesterday. However, today, I felt some sort of pull towards this forest, like a magnetic draw. To a forest. That just goes to prove the absence of my life, or existence – whatever. Sure, I could play the piano, or do my hair, but after a while, the piano gets boring, and since my hair doesn't grow, I can't cut it (since it won't re-grow later), so my choices are limited. Between playing musical instruments and primping myself, I also enjoyed annoying Edward. It's a shame I don't succeed often; with him being a mind reader and all…Obviously Esme and Carlisle did not lack things to do, with them being mates…
I sighed. Mates. That was what Edward and I were supposed to be. Did Carlisle really think that was going happen? I still remember clearly the first words Edward said when he saw me, laying there, during my transformation, "Rosalie Hale?" Like my name was a fruit gone rotten that he was gagging on.
The trees whizzed by me at an inhuman speed, reminding me that my hair will need to be fixed later. I sighed again. I didn't know why I was even bothering with my appearance these days – or years. It wasn't like I had people to impress, or to entice. In fact, the last time that…I couldn't finish that thought. Anger, hatred, and envy boiled in my veins, pumping my legs to go faster.
Why did everything have to end so suddenly?
Why me?
It was a question whose answer was so obvious, yet so elusive at the same time. Maybe I was beautiful, my life too perfect. Or maybe fate required equal shares of happiness and misery in life – or existence.
And now I would spend the rest of eternity wallowing in this misery.
But come to think of it, was I really happy? Truly content? I did have the perfect body, and most of my fairytale ending was coming…Most. Most of it was within reach. I was so close…
But one thing that Royce, I shuddered, venom welling my mouth, couldn't give me…well, it was love. Not the love for money or power, or the love of showing-off, but unconditional love. To me.
What if I was born plain, from an average household? What if I was unremarkable, just fading into the background? Would I have met someone who actually loved me? Then we would have gotten married, and had kids. Adorable little children running around screaming 'Mommy' and 'Daddy'. I let out a deep sigh as I shoved that fantasy aside. That would never happen. I would never have kids. Vera didn't know how lucky she was…
Who would have thought that me, Rosalie Hale, would be jealous of someone like Vera? My mind flashed to Vera's young son, Henry. How he was cute when he was smiling, with his little dimples and milky baby teeth! I could still hear his giggles with perfect clarity right now. It was like miniature bells ringing…
I was thinking about the charming, lovable Henry when I first saw him.
Love it? Hate it? Should I continue? I was planning to have maybe 5 or so chapters in this story...
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