Destiny

She shot him a deep glare. Her eyes were sad and disappointed in the same time. He didn't move. She cleared her throat this time, angrily. He kept reading his long and old book, ignoring the unusual beautiful, blonde girl in front of him. She took a deep breath to calm herself.

Talk to me, she demanded.

He continued his reading, not showing any interest in her changing behavior. The truth was that he was really annoyed by her stupid thoughts. She was always thinking about herself and that's why he quit following her mind for the last month. She was only one of those girls who think themselves the queens of the world. She was just one of the slow-minded females and didn't deserve attention. Since she became a vampire her mood had been impossible to handle. One time she's calm and happy, and that in rare occasions, the next time she's furious and angry. She really needed a doctor, a mind doctor. He laughed quietly at that thought.

Are you laughing at me? She asked angrily, but he could hear the hint of hope she had in that tiny question. Hope for what?

Of course, he continued ignoring her, like everyday in the last two weeks. He didn't need another fight and wasn't really happy to spend his forever talking with that little princess.

"Edward!!!!" She shouted this time.

Oh, get a life, dear one. There's no chance I'll talk to you. Damn, she was really pissing him off. Why was she so angry every time he refused talking with her. Why did she want to talk to him? Those little questions didn't have an answer… yet.

"Rose, why are you screaming, dear?" This time it was Esme. Of course she heard the drama queen screaming and now she was worried.

Edward, what have you done to her? She asked me through her mind.

Wait a minute, now it was my fault? Why was I guilty for the crazy girl's crisis? God help me, I just wanted her to leave and now I'm guilty for everything. Yup, always me.

"Rosie darling, what's wrong?" asked Esme in a motherly tone.

Yes, now you can begin your sad story about how I was ignoring you all the time. Well, that was hurting me too, because my parents had taught me to respect every woman and I was feeling like I was making them feel unhappy, but I couldn't find another way of acting near the blonde girl.

"Nothing, Esme, everything is fine", she muttered.

Wow, she defended me. Well, that's something new. I didn't expect that and, for the first time that day, I looked up from my book and watched her better. She was beautiful, really beautiful. Her blond curls were dancing near her elegant neck until her perfect waist. Her full red lips were moving gently, telling something to Esme, but he didn't hear it. He looked at her body, at her incredibly beautiful body, at her slim and pale hands and at her unbearable perfect legs. She was a goodness, for sure. Everything at her invited him in. He breathed her essence and she smelled like roses, big red roses in a rainy morning, glowing in the dawn.

She suddenly got up and walked towards her bedroom. Her way of walking was incredibly graceful and he found himself admiring her, her curls, her waist, her legs, her hands…

Edward…

Everything at her was perfectly put together…

Edward, do you hear me?

Everything has been made in true and pure harmony and…

"EDWARD!!!"

The shout made him turn to his left. Esme was looking at him worriedly. Damn, he probably watched her too much and Esme observed. Ok, how was he going to explain that? He couldn't do it and not now, when he began to observe the blonde better. A new feeling was appearing in his dead heart, one that made him full of joy and one that was capable to melt his stone heart. It was so powerful that he couldn't control his reflexes and he put one hand on his neck. He was falling for that immature one? Impossible, he was stronger than that, he could resist body attraction because that only meant one thing: sex. So he wasn't interested in one night stands, but this time, she made him realize that she was really worth it and he believed her. Step by step, just sitting in his arm chair, he felt the change deep inside of him, the change of his feelings and the happiness at that change. He began to see how his heart loved everything about her…about Rosalie. In that simple moment he knew he was in love with the one who was nothing for him since she first entered the house. Change was good, and even better now, when it gave him life and hope.

He turned his head to look to the place when Esme stood minutes ago, but now she was gone. She was probably angry with him now. He stood up and went towards the garden. She was there, of course, looking at the blood red roses, her favorites. That wasn't helping him.

"Esme…mom, can I talk to you?" Edward asked shyly.

She turned her little head towards him and smiled.

"Of course you can. Tell me, son."

Edward took a deep breath, then he began to speak again, this time louder and happier.

"I'm falling for her, mom." She would know who was he talking about. Esme smiled hugely and her eyes were full of excitement and happiness.

Oh, Edward, that's great! But what are you waiting for? Go and talk with her. She needs to know.

Her excitement took over him and he quickly stood up and turned towards her room, but then he stopped. There was a little thing, something that was disturbing him.

What's wrong? asked Esme concerned.

"What if she doesn't want me?" fear made me speak slower.

She wants you too. That's way she was always trying to speak with you.

Maybe Esme was right, but talking with her now, after I behaved so bad, was a wrong move. I would wait.

ONE MONTH LATER

Goodnight, Edward, she said sweetly and kissed his cheek. Rosalie went to her room and shut the door. He remained frozen, still looking after her, still smelling her floral scent. He knew she wasn't going to sleep, she just wanted to act human, although she couldn't sleep. He smiled at that.

He didn't tell her about his feelings yet, he was scared that she was going to refuse him. Since his talk with Esme, they became best friends, brother and sister, but Edward wanted more. He wanted to feel her skin on his, her lips sucking his lips and their bodies connected. He wanted her more than anytime and acting like a brother was painful. He had to talk, to let his feelings free.

Edward stood up and walked towards her door. Thank God Esme and Carlisle were gone that night, it was better that way. He knocked slowly and heard a whisper "Enter". He opened the door and found Rosalie in her big bed, reading the book he was reading when they had their last fight.

"Enjoying the book?" he breathed.

"I still can't see why is this book more interesting than me." She teased . He smiled at her.

"Was." He corrected.

She looked surprised, but smiled happily.

"Really?"

"Really." He replied.

He approached her bed and sat down. She approached him and took his long hand in hers. She felt warm. Edward looked at her pretty face and realized his love was still there and he needed to show her what he felt. So he turned her face towards his and closed the space between them a bit more.

"Edward?" she whispered confused.

Then he did it. He pressed his lips on hers softly, making that the best kiss in history. The pleasure in that one single kiss was amazing and he knew she was the one. Her thoughts made him even happier, because she felt as good as he was feeling. After some minutes, he broke the kiss and put his forehead on hers. She breathed heavily, although there was no need for that. He opened his eyes and saw that her eyes were still closed. Her thoughts were confusing, she was thinking about so many things that he caught none. Then she opened her golden eyes and looked at him. Her eyes were empty, but her body was tensed. He looked at her confused, but in no time she kissed him again, this time harder, with so much passion and desire, that it would have destroyed the whole earth. He kissed her back, enjoying her touch. She ended the kiss after other minutes and looked at him.

I love you, she whispered in her mind. He froze for a second, but her hand on his cheek woke him. Do you feel the same?

Her question made him laugh and in response he kissed her again and again and again. "Forever", he whispered. She smiled gently and hugged him tightly. Then she kissed him again. His hands went down to her waist and her legs, and hers in his hair and on his neck. Then it happened.

HOURS LATER

Her head was on his bare chest and his hand was stoking her golden curls. Her mind was far away, thinking at the beautiful night and his in the same place. They were together, that was the only thing that mattered. After those hours, after they tasted each other, they knew they were made for each other. She moved her naked body closer to his, uniting their legs. She looked in his eyes and, for the first time in three years, she felt like she could read his mind. Then she confessed.

I knew you were going to come to me. It took you a lot.

He laughed at her comment and hugged her more.

"Well, all I have to say is that we lost a lot of time."

It's your fault! She accused.

"Yes, like always", he muttered slowly, rolling his eyes.

She giggled and shut him with a sweet kiss.

The end of the first part