Rosalie Hale.
Eclipse: Victoria's newborn vampires versus the coalition between the Cullens and the Wolf Pack.
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I didn't want to understand why we were risking everything for her. But I did. Edward feels for her the way I feel for Emmett.
My Emmett.
His face remained in the back of my mind every minute of the day – smiling at me and telling me jokes, longing for me as we dance in the night.
A Youngling ran at me, trying to take me down, but with one quick flash of pearls, I tore his neck open. The blood that still ran fresh in his veins glossed my full lips in a deep red.
For a vampire to have blood on their lips is like having one drop of the richest and most fragrant chocolate syrup placed right below your nose, and being told you can't lick it off. Oh, and also, you're insatiably hungry, since you haven't eaten properly in a hundred years.
"No snacking during battle." Emmett's breath felt warm against my ice cold cheek as he whispered a gentle warning into my ear.
It wasn't a romantic sweet nothing, it was a disguised warning.
'Don't ruin everything we've worked for in this lifestyle for one taste.'
I pointedly wiped my lips clean with the sleeve of my red shirt. I raised an eyebrow at him sharply. He squeezed my hand, and then ran off to help Esme in her battle by the bushes.
This was my life.
I had to risk everything – my dignity, my pride, my existence and the existence of my one true love – for someone else. And it wasn't even my choice. But, what Edward asks, Edward gets. What would have happened if I had asked Carlisle to tell Edward and Esme and Alice and Jasper to risk their lives for a human we'd only known for a couple years? We would've relocated, like we did for all the times Jasper and Emmet bit a human.
That's why I'm bitter towards Edward - not because of his love for Bella, because like I said before, I get that - I'm jealous because he is made out to be this infallible being in Carlisle and Esme's eyes. And he sets a standard that we're all expected to live up to. And I hate having to live up to someone else's expectations. He should have to meet my expectations.
"Rosalie! What are you doing, get in here!" Jasper's call beckoned me back to reality. Emmett had succeeded in fighting off Esme's vampire, and had moved on to one of his own. Alice was easily dismembering one in the corner, while Esme added the remains to the bonfire we'd created. Carlisle and Jasper were fighting off multiple young vampires at once.
I ran over to help my adoptive father and surrogate brother.
I pretended it was Edward's body whose head I ripped off, instead of the nameless monster I was forced to destroy in order to save his neck.
And what pisses me off the most is I know I won't receive any credit for it.
