"Rosalie?"
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"Rosalie, such a pretty name, now how old are you my dear?"
"(Not the young child you seem to be speaking to,) I'm only seventeen, ma'm."
They came like dolls plastic smiles with painted cheeks and lips, (step there, right, left, now do not forget to curtsy and smile, remember my dear you're worthless, just remember that) and do the dance that my feet remember too well, left, right, twirl, snag yourself a rich man and smile.
"What a wife you'll make, my Edmund must dance with you. Such a lovely face you have, come!"
A wrinkled powdered hand pulls me along, little miss rag doll with painted on smile (dear don't you dear let it chip) the listless too green eyes were too busy being lifeless and forever a collectable doll that they almost did not see the figure from memories forgotten (and blocked) step from the shadows, come child come.
"Beg my pardon but I was promised a dance with this here young lass and I'm not a man to wait for what he wants, may I take her from you?"
"Of course you may good sir. But make sure and return her, Edmund is waiting!"
His cold fingers were all I felt as he (this familiar haunter of my dreams and memories) swept me to the dance floor, round and round past all of the painted up people and there eyes watched with amused and envious smiles.
"Child, aren't you going to thank me? I did after all take you away from the old hag and her Edmund."
"Thank you, Angelus."
The name of this so-called stranger came to me faster then the names of each of my brothers and sisters (with there many voices and sticky fingers) it was on the tip of my tongue melting into me like butter and forever there it would stay.
"I guess we were right about you, little miss Rosalie, you are something strange and new, do you remember me, child?"
Memories of stolen poems and open arms came flooding in (come child come and sing with me) the cold air of the night and the warmth of the ball room filled me up until I was there, a strange little girl with habit of causing trouble and a knowing little smile.
"Yes, Yes I remember that night like it was yesterday but I do not need to remember what and who you are, Angelus. I can sense it."
That face that brings fear in our hearts and chills us as ghost stories stared me in the face, the face was clear as day to me and only me but the scream that should have come died in my throat because it was too familiar, too welcoming.
"My, my you're even better then Dru, such a big gift in such a small little girl but you know how to handle it don't you? I bet you do, Rosalie, I bet you do."
His hands, the hands of a monster held too tightly to mine (cutting off there air) that I felt a tingle of fear that he would never let them free and those pearl white fangs would find my neck.
"I-I think you should let another gentleman dance with me, sir."
An inaudible gasp escaped my lips as that face, those teeth came too close to my skin causing my heart to slam into my ribs but instead of taking a bite he only left a kiss, cold and lasting on my neck.
"Tsk, Tsk not yet, Rosalie, not just yet. Don't you fret your time will come sooner then you think, you will join our little family as mine and only mine, watch your back my little lily."
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"Rosalie?"
The light (what is light again?) burned into my eyes, blink, and blink and maybe it will go away, that haunting face calling out a dead name, Angelus, "Rosalie?"
Scream, scream out for your protector and hope he comes before your master closes in on you, William, William!
The scream for a familiar friend died on my throat as it came into view, shining bright in the dark burning the only eyes I have, soul, oh what a pretty soul.
"Angelus? Angel shines in dusty armor, find him, and find my William before he comes out fangs ready to turn me dead."
The face that haunts my every move, my dreams even as dust he sees me with a sick smile, that face is that last thing I see before the darkness swallows me and sends me to a dreamless sleep, (no more dreams, no more Angelus).
