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Author's note: This is my first fanfiction, so please review!
A Rose Arose
Rosalie
The fire was predominant. She tried to concentrate on her memories, vague images she tried to hold on to. Her dreams. A family portrait of a mother, a father and a young healthy child in front of a major villa. The fire was burning even harder. 'No', she thought, 'I'm stronger than this fire. I will resist.' She focused even harder, and slowly, very slowly, the fire began to disappear.
She opened her eyes, quick as a child who wakes up after a nightmare. She noticed a person sitting next to her on a chair. But she wasn't ready yet to pay attention to him. She was lying on a simple bed made of a rich kind of wood in a simple, darkened room. The walls were a plain white colour with no decorations. 'Where am I?', she wondered. She tried to breath, but she didn't notice it making any change to her body. She realized she didn't have to breath anymore, although she did like the feeling of air rushing through her lungs. The air felt strange, she sensed a lot of elements she definitely had never sensed before. They felt pure, the real elements of nature, with no industrial contamination. She turned her head sideways, so she could look the person next to her in his eyes. They had a pure, golden shine in them, they were beautiful. She felt her stomach constrict.
"I...", she said softly. Her eyes widened in shock. What had happened to her voice? "Shh…", he said, sounding like an angel, "it's okay, you're safe." 'Safe?', she thought, 'safe from what?.' "Edward,…" She heard another voice, it was coming from the wall. Unwillingly she forced her eyes to leave his. Slowly, she turned her head towards the voice she had heard. A tall, blond man was leaning against the wall. It was obvious they weren't related, yet they seemed connected in a strange way. He too, had these beautiful golden eyes, and his skin looked like the finest porcelain she'd had back home. Home. She felt a sharp pain in her heart when she thought of home. The man smiled at her. He had a wonderful smile, like he was really delighted to see her. "Hello Rosalie", the man said, "how are you feeling?"
She wanted to answer him, but she wasn't sure she could. Her throat felt very dry. All these strange things were overwhelming. "I'm…fine", she finally managed to choke out. Her throat ached, she felt like she hadn't drank anything for at least a month. "Carlisle, what's wrong with her eyes?", Edward sounded worried and – to her surprise – scared. From the corner of her eyes she could see his forehead crease with worry. "They're..they're red!", he exclaimed, she could hear the panic clear in his voice. He jumped, impossibly fast, to the other side of the room. As far away from her as possible. He sank into a crouch and showed her his sharp teeth. A low hiss escaped between her teeth. It was a horrifying sound, goose bumps rose up on her arm. The tall blond man he had called Carlisle, had stopped smiling when Edward had showed his fear for her. He shook his head. A long sight came out his mouth. Slowly, so he wouldn't startle him, he walked to Edward. He showed his hands, palms forward, while saying: "Edward, calm down, you're not going to hurt her, the red eyes are normal. You had them too when you were born again." Edward turned his head to look Carlisle in his eyes. "Are you absolutely sure?", he asked in a low, slow voice. He stared into Carlisle's eyes for a long minute. Abruptly he stood straight again, a smile on his face. "Sorry Rosalie, that was really impolite of me", he murmured. "Why don't you come downstairs with us, I'll explain everything to you", Carlisle beckoned her with his index-finger. She tried to sit straight, holding Edward's eyes carefully in hers. Her feet touched the cold floor and lightly she followed his footsteps.
Special thanks to BJ111 and LiesX for beta-reading and helping me writing this fanfiction !