I can't help but wish I had a child. Even as a human, my strongest memory was of looking at Vera's family and thinking how much I wished that could be me. Except with the daughter that was already molded in my head. She would have tauntingly brown eyes almost exactly like Royce's, with the exception of the green flecks from my eyes that would appear. Her golden blonde hair would be in ringlets, and she'd be everything a mother could ask for. Though spoiled, she would've been the most polite and caring little girl. She'd eventually marry to Henry, Vera's little boy, and she'd be so happy. On her wedding day, she would've been glowing in her happiness, just as I knew I'd be on mine.
But my dream was nothing to Royce. My need to mother a child was nothing to that pig. All he wanted was one thing; one goddamn thing that tainted my soul for the rest of my lifeless being. And after he got what he wanted out of me, he let his filthy "friends" have a go. Then, they left me beaten to a point of no return. Obviously, having a drunken fiancé and his goddamned drunken friends beat you until your leg is broken, then rip your clothes off and take their turn at you until a couple of your ribs are puncturing into your lungs, making each breath harder than the one before isn't pleasant. Actually, when I noticed it was getting harder and harder to take my sad excuse of breaths, all I could think was that I was going to die. I knew then that my fantasy was shattered. That fact in itself made it hard for me to not cry. But I was determined not to give Royce the satisfaction, even if he'd already left me for dead.
By the minute, I could feel my breath getting shallower and shallower, until I saw this angelic face. I wasn't attracted to him, but I somehow knew I'd be all right when I saw him. But he leaned down to my neck, bared his teeth, and bit me. My pain intensified so much, I thought that I would be dead for sure. Honestly, I thought he was a demon who decided to end my misery, but not before intensifying the misery that was already there. Though the change is usually the most memorable human experience for most vampires, I honestly don't remember the exact details. All I could clearly remember was the searing pain, a burning, almost. I could feel the grinding of my ribs moving back into place and my lungs being patched up. But other than the intense, almost unbearable, pain, I can't really remember anything else.
After what seemed like forever, the pain suddenly stopped. I opened the eyes I hadn't known I'd closed, and blinked a couple times. My last memory was the "demon" and I never remembered anything being this vivid. Confused, yet completely loving this new sight of things, I didn't notice the three remarkably perfect people watching my every move. "Hello." I looked up immediately. The woman had talked, I could tell by her clear, soprano voice. It sounded like clinking glasses, but I honestly thought it was a lovely sound.
"I'm Esme," she paused for a moment before motioning towards the man who I remembered as the demon, who looked around Esme's age, "this is Carlisle," she paused again to motion towards the rather handsome, obviously younger, and only person left, "and this is Edward. This might seem crazy, but you're a vampire. The burning in your throat is your thirst. It must be unbearable." Esme looked rather apologetic. To tell the truth, I hadn't noticed the burning around where my removed tonsils had been until she'd mentioned it.
"I'm Rosalie Hale." I'd replied, but I was shocked at the difference in my voice. It was richer, creamier, than I remembered. "It's nice to meet you." I added, to be polite. After a bit of silence, and a lot of thinking on my part, my expression turned shocked. "I'm a vampire. So you turned me into a blood-sucking creature!?" I was clearly outraged. I was happy I was alive, but I couldn't believe they expected me to prey on unsuspecting people who hadn't done anything to me. Sure, if I were to prey on those awful men, I'd have an excuse, but I wouldn't want their vial blood to overcome my taste buds. I didn't want to need to be so low to need them to survive.
The one named Edward chuckled. "No, we're one of the few vampires who don't live off of humans." I wondered what we did live off of, and creepy enough, Edward answered me. "We hunt animals instead. We obviously don't go after endangered ones, and it's okay if you accidentally go after a human. Our diet is rather hard to adjust to, but it helps you haven't had human blood yet." I was absolutely bewildered. How could he know what I was thinking. Yet again Edward answered my thoughts with a crooked smile, annoying me farther. "Some vampires, like me, have gifts. I can read people's minds." I growled lowly. After Edward had told me that I knew I'd get no privacy what so ever.
"Well, enough chatting." Carlisle said briskly. "Let's hunt." And strangely enough, I followed him. I barely knew him, but strangely enough, I trusted him deeply.
Hunting was one of the most thrilling things I'd ever done. When I spotted an annoyed black bear, I pounced at it. Wrestling with a bear was probably one of the most thrilling things I'd ever done. After a good while, I won by snapping the bear's neck, and I enjoyed the taste of its blood. I'd learn to find I enjoyed the taste of herbivores better, but after draining the bear clean, I was rather satisfied to find out that though the burning wasn't completely gone, it was dulled to a mind-numbing extreme. "The burning never completely leaves." Esme explained with an apologetic shrug. I didn't really mind though. I remember thinking I'd get rather used to this new lifestyle. Edward, knowing my thoughts, said, with that crooked smile of his, "Wait until you see Eurasia."
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So, remember, this is my first fanfic, and I'm still not completely sure if I'm making it a super long story or a super short story, so review and tell me what you think, yeah?
~ xox, Elizabeth. :3
