Fanfic - The New Cullen
As usual. I own nothing. But I can only wish. ;)
Flashback
"Mione I'm sorry for being a dumbass… for hurting you back then. But now I know and I'm sure that this is where I'm supposed to be. By your side." My heart skipped a beat. He held my hand, squeezed it and continued. "We both know that I don't have much. I can only offer you what I have now and this.." He then produced an antique but expensive looking necklace. "I'm sorry but like everything I own this is also a hand-me-down. But it's precious because it has been in our family for at least ten generations. Please take this as a sign of promise that I am forever true and when time come I can replace it with something I've worked hard for." He then looked at me in a very sincere way with a touch of shame.. "Because you deserve new things, to be showered with gifts and you just deserve the best. So please take what I could give."
I parted my hair to the side and he then gingerly placed it on my neck, looked at me and said.. "I love you Hermione Jane Granger. You will never regret choosing me, because I'll work hard to prove that I'm worth your time, forever."
I stared at him lost for words and in his eyes I saw happiness, adulation and endless warmth. I never felt so loved and secure. It felt like a lifetime, but then time trickled more slowly when he gave me the softest kiss I can imagine. I then said "I love you too Ronald Weasley."
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Breathe, I can't breath, but I'm too tired. I'm lost.. I wan't to be with him again, with them.. I can feel myself slipping into oblivion.
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Rosalie's POV
I never imagined seeing a bruised and battered girl with tattered and almost non-existent clothing in the woods. Seeing her prone body lying on the dirt reminded me of my past…
I was then an innocent girl of eighteen who dreamt of a family with a loving husband and a small bundle of joy to love. But one fateful night on my way home I saw my drunk fiancé and his friends… They took everything from me, took advantage of me, shamed me, laughed at how I begged them to stop, I was weak they were many, I can only beg. But they proceeded with their fun and later on left me to die.
I can smell it from this girl, the shame, her assaulters' seed. I would've gagged if I could, but I can also feel her life and something more slipping.
I picked her up an i ran to the best of my abilities. As I neared I yelled "EDWARD CALL CARLISLE NOW! IT'S AN EMERGENCY!"
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Rosalie in her haste didn't notice that she had yelled loud enough to call the attention of the mutts. And with hearing her came the unmistakable smell of blood.
"I think one of them made a kill! Call the pack and bring them to the Cullens!"
