I held my head high, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my fear. I was strong. I would not break. My eyes closed of their own accord and I thought of the growing baby in my womb. I prayed my child would be born into a safe world, or not born at all. I knew he would hurt my child. I wouldn't allow my child to grow up with a father like him. He tugged harder on my coat. I refused to succumb to my fear.
My coat was scattered on the floor, tears where his frustrations took the better of him. I thought of how hard it had been to buy that coat, how hard it was to convince him I needed it. His hands were on my thighs now. I stared blankly ahead, still hoping it was a joke and he'd turn into the sweet guy I loved. He didn't.
His hands pulled my dress up and I whimpered. "Please," I begged, "don't." His friends cheered him on, claiming I was a tease and that I needed to be taught a lesson.
"She's being flirting with everyone."
"Make her pay." I was still begging, pleading with the man I loved not to do this. I wondered idly if he was ever that man or if it all was an act. Then I realised it didn't matter. If he did this, it didn't matter at all.
I stood before them in just my underwear. My dress had been tore off, lying in scatters near my coat. One of them picked up my coat and sniffed it. "It smells nice. She'll smell better. Feel it too." I tensed, my entire body numb from the cold and my impending doom. I still held hope they would see the errors of their ways. I realised too late I shouldn't have had hope. He gave me a sloppy kiss before marking me as his own. "You're mine now. All mine. Just mine." I cried out as he threw me to the floor and held me door.
"Please, stop. Don't. Leave me alone. I won't tell anyone, I promise." I begged of him. He ignored me. I hugged myself, curling into a ball, my tears falling freely down my face. "Please, don't. Leave me alone," I repeated. I closed my eyes, waiting for some kind of pain.
"Rosalie," he purred. His hand moved over my cheek, brushing my tears away. I cried harder. He was acting like the guy I loved. I wondered how he could change so much, turn it on and off. "Please," I begged again. "Don't hurt me. I love you."
"I love you too Rosie." I flinched at the nickname. "That's why I have to do this."
I blacked out once the pain started. I couldn't remember anything, but I could feel my body throbbing through all the pain.
When I came to, I was alone. They had left me lying naked on the ground, alone and cold. I shivered as I tried to stand. My legs hurt, and there were bruises along my stomach. My breasts had dried blood smeared across them. I limbed towards where my dress was, putting it on despite the rip along the middle. I buttoned the front before turning to look for my shoes, or my coat.
I blacked out again.
This time, when I returned, I was in a bed. I could feel my body sinking into the mattress, a blanket covering my body and cocooning me in warmth. I hesitantly opened my eyes and screamed.
"Ssh. I'm not going to hurt you." I tried to sit up, but I was somehow standing across the room.
"How...? What happened? Where am I? Who are you? Where's Royce?" Saying his name stung, but I had to know if he was behind this. Making me feel a false sense of safety before he striked again. Would he be my husband or the man from last night?
"Royce? I don't know who that is. You're in my house. Sit down and I'll explain." I thought I walked slowly over to the bed, but I was sat on it before I managed to finish blinking. I inhaled deeply.
"My name's Carlisle. I found you last night passed out on the floor. You had lost a lot of blood. You were dying."
"So you saved me? Thank you." I felt the need to be polite.
"Not quite. I made you into something new. You're no longer human. What's your name?"
"No longer human?" I repeated. "How am I no longer human. I look human. I feel human. I eat and sleep and breathe." I breathed in deeply to make my point, but it felt weird.
"What's your name?" He reached out to touch my hand. I flinched and quickly moved my hand from my knee to touch my neck. The necklace my mother gave me was still there. I cradled it comfortingly.
"Rosalie. How did you keep me from dying?" I ignored the not human part, choosing to believe he was partly crazy.
"I gave you some of my blood. I'm a vampire. That meant I turned you into one too. You were transitioning for the past 3 days. Edward was watching you for any signs of you coming out. It's quite similar to a coma." I thought about running out, and found myself at the door. I walked into a body.
"Rosalie, this is Edward. Esme and I were hoping you two would get along." I looked at Edward then returned to the bed.
"Vampire? And I'm to believe this?" I ignored the fact that I believed every single word coming out of Carlisle's mouth. For some reason, I knew Carlisle could be trusted.
"Haven't you noticed how fast you've been moving? Or how breathing feels odd? Here, have this mirror. Even you features are different." He held a mirror out to me and I examined my face. I looked different. I'd always been pretty, but now I was beautiful. My cheekbones were more pronounced, my eyes a lighter blue, my hair blonder. I even felt taller.
"I'm a vampire," I said slowly, testing the words. "I'm a vampire," I repeated, saying it more strongly. I felt the truth in the words. "I was dying and you turned me into a vampire. Thank you Carlisle, for saving me.
"You're welcome. But one day, you might not feel so grateful."
