And she wasn't worth it
Rosalie Hale watched the human before her with an expression of pure disgust on her lovely face. The mahogany head of hair matched the chocolate brown eyes, and the hair was thick and lustrous styled into intricate patterns, curled by Alice Cullen, Rosalie's Vampire sister.
Bella Swan, the human before Rosalie, was crying. Tears cascaded down her pale cheeks and she looked as if she were about to bury her head in her hands and sob. Rosalie felt no pity for the foolish girl, merely contempt for her showing weakness before other humans.
Bella was crying for a simple reason, but in a way – to Rosalie at least – it made her seem very vain. Bella was crying because she had two boys that loved her, and she loved them both. She was crying because she couldn't decide who to pick, and she knew perfectly well that she couldn't keep both beings hoping, praying that the human would pick them.
This wasn't the only reason that Rosalie was annoyed with Bella – Rosalie had hated Bella since she laid sight on the eighteen year old human female. Bella already had a life as a human – and a very good one, too. Bella wasn't stupid, she could qualify for any job that she wanted, but she was going to throw her life away before she was even twenty years old.
Rosalie despised Bella for that. Rosalie had had her life taken from her by force, ripped away by one of the vilest excuses for a human being that she had ever had the misfortune to meet – and now she was frozen in time, never moving, never altering, and never changing. She wouldn't change now, not for the rest of her very long, extended life.
Rosalie Hale was a Vampire, and so were the rest of the Cullen's and Hales. Rosalie hated her afterlife – or death, she supposed. Her body was dead. She wouldn't change now, never grow older, and the worst part… she could never, ever have her own child.
Bella could. Bella could have a baby with a normal human, not the Vampire boyfriend that she had, named Edward. Edward Cullen was forever trying to convince Bella not to become a Vampire, but his attempts were in vain. Bella would never listen to him, and she would become damned for eternity, too.
Edward looked up at this point. His eyes were tortured, and Rosalie knew he had been eavesdropping on her private thoughts once more. Edward's lip curled in annoyance and shame, and Rosalie thought he looked as if he was about to comment on her train of thought.
"I would listen to you," she snapped bitterly. "But I'm not going to, because they're my thoughts, not yours," her golden eyes flashed in anger for a second, and Edward felt an emotion he hadn't experienced for a long time – fear.
Bella was still crying, and Edward looked torn, as if he were about to go to her and try to comfort her. Rosalie shot her brother a look that said very clearly: don't. Edward sighed and sat down again, burying his head in his hands. He was the burning man once again.
Rosalie looked across the Cullen lounge towards the other boy who was fighting so hard for Bella's heart. He was a supernatural being, too, a shape-shifter. His black eyes were sombre and he looked as if he was physically hurting, just like Bella was mentally. Rosalie felt pity for him – she remembered the half wolf's grandfather, named Ephraim Black, who had been a brave man, and had died in a battle against several newborn Vampires. But he had died in the place for another of his pack, and he had died… tragically.
"Rosalie!"
I turn and see nothing, hear nothing other than the sounds of newborn Vampires shrieking and screaming for mercy as they are ripped into pieces by the three strong werewolves. My breathing is heavy, even though I am a Vampire, and I feel nothing but strong fear, growing inside me.
"Rosalie!"
The voice gasps again and I whirl around, bursting through a gap in the trees, straight into the clearing. I can see a young boy named Michael Uley lying on the ground, panting and wheezing in human form. He is the one who called my name, and he is bleeding heavily.
A growl rips from another of the wolves throat, and I am frozen to the spot, watching as Ephraim – in his wolf form – dives forwards, lunging for the newborn who is about to finish Michael off.
The battle commences. I watch in horror as the wolf and Vampire fight to the death, battling with all of their strength. The Vampire's arm is already burning on the fire in the middle of the clearing, as is one of his legs.
"Ephraim," I whisper suddenly. I feel all the rage and guilt building in me, and suddenly, the newborn Vampire lunges forwards and sinks his venom coated teeth into Ephraim's neck. A low gasp of horror leaves me, and I watch Ephraim, unable to move as the wolf's eyes flash to my face. His mouth twists up once in a small smile and he suddenly falls to the floor, writhing once…
Twice…
And it stopped. His body fell limp, and a spitting, snarling growl of rage left me. All humane thoughts are gone from my mind as I think of the twenty year old, pure man with a wife and child, who is now dead, dead thanks to these three monsters. I leap forwards in a burst of speed and ripped the newborn's head off cleanly.
With a small sound of triumph, I throw both the corpse and the head onto the fire and watch the purple smoke rise high into the air. There are only two wolves in the clearing now, one grey with dark spots, the other chocolate brown with a black splodge over his eye.
The wolf whines, and they both howl in misery at the loss of their Alpha. And for a second, I wanted to join them.
Rosalie's pity for the werewolf grew as she watched Jacob Black, the great grandson of Ephraim. Jacob didn't deserve this – he deserved a young woman whose love for him would never waver. She wouldn't even need to think about choosing him from another, because for her, the choice would already be made.
Rosalie didn't realise she had stood up, until she saw Edward's eyebrows raise in curiosity. Her legs carried her towards the table where Jacob was sat, and Rosalie pulled out the chair opposite his and sat down. Jacob's eyebrows rose in surprise as he looked at the Vampire before him, his nose wrinkling at the smell.
"Bloodsucker," he greeted calmly. Jacob's hands trembled slightly as he battled with the instinct to phase. He leaned back, but his neck muscles were tense as he eyed Rosalie warily.
"Calm down, mutt," Rosalie said. She had learnt from her last mistake – she wouldn't befriend werewolves again, it only led to pain and hurt when the passed away. Jacob's mouth curved down in distaste.
"What do you want?" he asked tiredly. Rosalie saw so much more than the young seventeen year old boy that was before her. In his eyes, she saw the pain and suffering of a much older man.
"I want to discuss your relationship with Bella Swan," Rosalie said. Jacob smirked, though his eyes stayed cold and unemotional. Rosalie sighed, knowing it would be difficult to get through to him.
"What relationship? I'm the one that loves her. She doesn't love me back; she would have picked me by now. I've been here for her since she was a little child, bloodsucker," Jacob said bitterly. His voice broke once.
"Precisely. I'm not here to offend you, Jacob," Rosalie spoke his name quietly. She didn't spit it like a curse, as she would have done as if she was her usual self. "I'm here to let you have what's best for you."
"Why do you care?" Jacob was confused now. Rosalie glanced up and saw Edward studiously ignoring them. Rosalie knew Edward was eavesdropping, probably in their minds as well as in their conversation.
"Because you have a human life. Granted, you aren't all human, but you can't waste it on her," Rosalie gestured towards Bella. A snarl made its way through Jacob's teeth, and he closed his eyes for a few seconds to calm himself.
"I wouldn't be wasting it," Jacob protested.
"Jacob. Look at her," Rosalie spoke tenderly. "She's already chosen her option; even though she's trying to kid herself into thinking she loves you both equally. When he left her, she was a zombie. She didn't move on, like a normal person would. Bella isn't normal, and I can't change that. She's human, but she's dying to be different, to fit in somewhere, and if she wants to fit in somewhere, she isn't trying to do it human.
"If she was human, and normal, she would have chosen you without a second thought. But Bella doesn't want to be human, or normal, and therefore she isn't going to pick you. If the world was as it should be, you would have been picked first, without a second thought, Jacob.
"But the world isn't normal, and you deserve somebody who will love you fully, without a doubt and forever. You deserve somebody who would love you without a doubt, and if faced with this question, she would have chosen you before it was even asked. That's what you deserve, Black, and let's face it… that isn't he."
Jacob's eyes were focused on something very far away, but Rosalie knew he was listening to her. Rosalie sighed and closed her eyes, trying to figure out what to say next. After a pause, she realised how to convince him.
"She isn't worth it," the two words hung in the air for a second, and Rosalie knew she'd won because Jacob didn't even try to defend Swan. Jacob didn't answer her though, and Rosalie got up and moved away. She knew she'd changed a human life, for the better.
"Rosalie," Rosalie didn't turn as she realised it was Jacob speaking to her back. "You're right. She isn't worth it."
