Chapter 3 (Rosalie)
Rosalie ran as soon as she was out of sight. The taxi driver had been so kind, dropping her off for a private tour of the Amazon forests. He never doubted the authenticity of such a beautiful, innocent, young woman. She smiled to herself and reveled for a moment in the joys of mind-reading.
Her nose caught a whiff of something. She sprinted through the underbrush, making barely a sound. Panther, perhaps. Rosalie ran harder, adrenaline pumping. The black cat was closer, closer. She slowed her breathing. The instinct kicked in, and she was moving in sync, like a dance. Weaving in and out. Her eyes were black now, thirsty. She began speeding up, and the chase was on.
Like a different person, Rosalie disconnected from her brain. She saw herself running, but felt still. She heard the scream of the cat as it met its untimely demise, but felt nothing. And then suddenly, it was over. She reunited with herself, body and soul.
(Bella)
"Bella," Alice sighed, "You're making this way too big of a deal. Rosalie will be back in…" she paused, "about ten days."
"Yeah," Bella replied, "As of right now. But what if something happens?"
"What can you do about it?" Edward shook his head, "Just let her be."
"Wait a second!" Bella exclaimed, "I have a perfect plan. Why does Rosalie not like me?"
"Because you are a human who wants to be a vampire." Alice replied as if reading from a cue card.
"Right! So, we eliminate the hate factor, and she comes back, right? So if I am no longer a human-wanting-to-be-a-vampire and am suddenly a vampire-wanting-to-be-a-vampire, problem solved!"
"Get over yourself, Bella, love," Edward rolled his eyes, "Not happening."
"Pleeeeease?" she begged, "Alice would if it were up to her!"
Edward shot Alice a look that would kill Superman.
Alice shook her head, "Don't bring me into this, Bella. This is between you and Edward."
Fine then, Bella thought to herself, I will just go. Spring break is coming up, after all. I tell Charlie that I am with Renee in Florida.
She turned away from the group so that they wouldn't see her grinning.
"Let's watch a movie!" Emmett appeared in the Cullen's kitchen, holding the remote control, "I love murders in fast-forward."
"No way," Bella frowned, "I like scary movies – not gory movies!"
"Actually," Alice provided the commentary, "She would much rather go home and watch reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and imagine you, dear brother, as all of the slayed vampires."
Bella's cheeks turned several shades of crimson – affirming Alice's suspicions.
"Bella?" Alice asked her suddenly, "Why are you going to buy a plane ticket tomorrow night?"
"She's what?" Edward exclaimed, "What did you see?"
"I really have to go now," Bella stammered, "I will see you Monday, Alice."
"What about me?" Edward whined.
"You will be on TV tonight," Bella retorted with a smug grin.
He kissed her cheek as a response, "Whatever you say, love."
"Bye," Bella sighed, and walked out into the crisp March evening.