Disclaimer: I do NOT own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. If I did, I wouldn't be here writing crap, I'd be writing Midnight Sun =))
A/N: Well, EdwardxRosalie isn't really canon, but I like to believe that this fic of them is canon. It's my canon anyway, my take on what happened before Emmett or Bella showed up. And kinda after that, too. Reading between the lines, that's what I call this. Hope you enjoy it!
It isn't a Romeo & Juliet kind of love she always dreamed of. It's more like she's his Rosaline.
A minor character in his story who only exists to give him something to compare to the love he felt for his Juliet.
So he can appreciate the real thing properly. Who needs fairytales anyway?
It was believing in fairytales that ripped her apart in the first place.
Rosalie brushes her long golden hair, watching her reflection intently. She likes looking at the mirror. She always had a shallow side, but she thinks this is different: She misses being human so much. This is the only familiar thing in her new life. (If you can call it that.) She has to hold on to this (It's ironic how it's the thing she hates most about herself as well.). At least it's easy to hold on to: She was always a pretty girl but now she's easily the most beautiful creature on Earth (apart from her crimson eyes, she's perfect. They scare her so she avoids making eye contact with her reflection.)
- Admiring yourself as usul, are you Rose?
She cringes when she hears his mocking tone. She always hated him as a human for being so beautiful. But now they're equals in looks, she still hates him. Even her hate for Carlisle, who turned into this, is calmed. She even sort of likes her new family now. But not Edward.
-Don't call me that!
-Don't call you what? Your name?
She can hear Royce's voice ringing in her head: "Don't I have the prettiest fianceé? Come here, Rose! Show them how pretty you are!" He sounds so charming and polite, even when he clearly doesn't mean it. Just like Edward, she thinks. She knows he can hear her. Always poking around in her head. She hates him for that, too. But today, he looks even more disturbed than she is.
- You think I'm like him.
She doesn't answer. Instead, she keeps thinking about that night. The cold. Laughter of Roye and his buddies. The buttons of her coat scathered to the ground. Her hat being pulled off her head. She hears her own voice, begging. Blood. So much blood.
-Why are you doing this?
He looks pale even for a vampire, his eyes hard.
-I know you don't like it. I can tell. It's because it ruins your version of events, isn't it? You think I'm just some vain, spoilt girl who suddenly decided to get in your life and ruin it for eternity.
She looks at him smugly, glad she's finally figured him out. (It's so hard to when he's so indifferent to her.)
He grits his teeth.
-You are vain and spoilt.
With that, he leaves. She stares bitterly after him, hating him for being as beautiful as she is. For not noticing how beautiful she is. She knows he hears her wishful thoughts and is glad for the new - found weapon she can use to keep him out of her mind.
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! Even if you think it sucks! It's my first fanfic, but you don't have to be kind! Constructive criticism is welcome! I'll post the second chapter as soon as I get the first few reviews - we don't want to keep writing crap that no one bothers reviewing, do we??
Thanks for reading!