Right, there will be quite a lot of description in this chapter and you will see some characters from different angles. :D enjoy!
He put me down and we walked towards the big house. I didn't bother knocking and walked straight in. to no surprise, the door was unlocked.
"Hello?" I called.
An instant later, three vampires stood before us. They were so familiar, but they were so much more magnificent when I could see them face to face.
Carlisle looked godly. He almost shone with kindness and I relaxed, knowing he was as good willed as my visions had told me, and Jasper and I were in not danger with him around.
His wife, Esme, was one of those people who you can instantly warm to. Her soft, caramel hair curled softly to her chest and her face held no aversion to us, just curiosity. I knew Jasper would teach her not to be so quick to accept when we got to know each other more.
Finally, I turned my eyes on Rosalie. She stood, tall and proud, scowling at us. Even when her lips were pursed she was easily the most beautiful being I had ever laid my eyes on. I was mesmerised by her beauty and had I been still human, I would have believed her to be an angel.
I would have believed them all to be angels.
"Hello." Carlisle asked no suspicion in his voice. He smiled. "Who may I ask are you?"
"I'm Alice, this is Jasper." I said, smiling back.
"Welcome Alice, Jasper." He nodded at each of us as he spoke our names. "I am-"
"Carlisle. This is your wife, Esme, and your adopted daughter Rosalie. You're very beautiful by the way." I added to Rosalie.
Her hostility thawed a little. A small smile appeared on her lips.
"I know." She said. Her smiled faded and her eyes narrowed again. "But how do you know? We've never met before."
"I have premonitions of the future. And Jasper here has the ability to empathise and control emotions."
I figured it was best if I got the necessities over with at the beginning.
"We drink animal blood as you do and have been nomads for decades, but I wanted something more solid in my life. I had a vision of your family and I wanted to be part of it. It's something I've never had."
"What about in your human life?" Esme asked, concerned.
"I don't remember it. I just remember the fiery pain," they all cringed slightly as they remembered enduring the singing pain of venom infecting their bodies, "and waking up like this." I gestured my body. "I was alone for sometime. All that kept me sane were my visions that kept showing me become part of a family in the future and meeting my soul mate who would find the family together."
"You wish to be part of this family?" Carlisle questioned.
He was not rejecting us! His voice was curious. He was intrigued by us.
"Jasper's has a rough background too. He was part of-"
"Alice!" Jasper shouted.
I looked at him. With my eyes I tried to explain. we have to tell them. We can't be in their family if they don't trust us. I shouted in my mind.
"Ok, ok… I was part of the southern vampire wars. My creator, Maria," he shivered at the name, "was on a conquest to destroy every other vampire clan in the south. Once she realised I had an ability, she used me to control the newborns and train them to fight. To kill.
Maria was a user. She used her friends, she used me, and if someone became no more than a nuisance to her, she had me kill them. I was with Maria for decades. From the moment I woke up, fighting was all I knew and the bloodthirsty ways I spent so long with are still in my nature. It was easier to cope with them once Alice found me and animal blood is a tolerable substitute, but you must know that I find it hard to resist human blood. I've slipped up so many times, but Alice stuck by me-"
"Then we will stick by you too." Carlisle said.
"You trust us?" Jasper asked.
"I do. What other story would explain all those scars?"
"So we can stay?" I asked excitedly.
"Well, we're a family, so it's a family decision. But my vote will be yes."
"As will mine." Esme smiled at us. "I couldn't see you go alone for a moment longer."
I walked up to her and hesitantly gave her a hug. Her body was still for a moment before she returned the gesture.
I pulled away and turned to Rosalie. She looked regretful.
"I…I don't know. I mean, we hardly know anything about you and you want to move in? I don't hate you or anything, but… how do we know you're not dangerous."
"You don't." Jasper said seriously. "Alice might know you like old friends, but you're as new to me as I am to you. She said this would all work out, so I came here, for her. I turned my back on my instincts and walked into this house because Alice said it would work out. And I believe her. And if I can turn my back on my nature, I'm sure you can to. At least try."
He looked at me and smiled. Thank you I mouthed. Anytime ma'am he mouthed back.
Rosalie sighed again.
"Rosalie?" I said, charily.
"Well, you did say I was beautiful and I suppose I might like having a sister. Emmett can have someone to wrestle with now that isn't too busy writing in his diaries."
"Edward had a diary?" I laughed.
"What, you didn't see that one fortune girl. Come on, he's got piles of them. You should read one."
She beckoned me to the staircase and I looked back to Jasper in case he wanted me to stay with him.
"Go. I'll be here when you get back." He said.
"Love you." I said and ran up the stairs following the scent I quickly picked out as Rosalie.
It was strong and fresh, rose petals and chocolate and raindrops.
I followed it to a large room on the second floor and smiled. I liked this room. I liked it a lot. It had a view of the astonishing garden, a large closet and an adjoining study.
In my opinion, it was far too large for one person.
"Say, where can Jasper and I put all our stuff?" I asked, stroking a polished, dark wood cabinet.
Rosalie looked at my hand and at my expression and stifled a laugh.
"He'll kill you."
I looked at her wisely, my lips pursed to keep me from smiling.
"Oh, I don't think he would."
"Well if you insist. You might as well let me help you move his crap." She picked up a statue of a crying man and let it fall purposely out of her hands.
"oops." she covered her mouth with her perfect fingers, which made me laugh. She looked down at the broken pieces. "Actually, I think that was one of his favourites." She simply scraped the pieces up, crushed them into dust and scattered the dust out the window. "There. Now we can just say he's lost it." I grinned.
"But seriously, no more breaking stuff. Lest just get this out. There's an empty room upstairs on the right, its long and rectangular, put everything in there."
I grabbed an armful of his clothes and ran up the steps into the room Rosalie had described. It was considerably smaller, but he would get used to it. I laughed to myself.
"What's so funny?" Rosalie asked, entering the room with a tied up blanket. She opened it and a lot of interesting objects fell out on to the floor.
"Nothing really, just laughing to myself."
"Well enough laughing, we've got a whole room to bring up here tiny." She cocked her head to the side. "How tall are you anyway? You're like a ten year old."
"Hey! I don't insult you for…for… meh, you're perfect."
She laughed.
"Thanks. But sometimes, beauty can be a curse." Her eyes seemed to darken and the atmosphere dropped.
"What do you mean?"
"I'll tell you some other time. Right now, we have to heave all that junk up here." she regained her normal posture.
I lead out and she trailed behind me silently.
"Short people can be really unattractive sometimes." She said out of the blue.
I whirled around, a little angry. She didn't seem phased and carried on walking.
"But in your case, short is cute. You are very cute. And beautiful." She said from the bottom of the stairs. Before turning the corner.
She was unbelievable! Well I did want the whole family experience and sibling fights came with having a family. I smiled and shook my head and walked down the remainder of the stairs.
Five minutes later, I was unpacking my few personal belongings into the empty second-floor room. When I had finished, I jumped on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
"I'm home." I said.
Rosalie laughed.
"We'll have to see about that. Edward is almost home."
I shot up.
"Come on, we have to wait down stairs. Jasper might get a little uncomfortable alone."
I took her hand and ran down the steps. Jasper, Carlisle and Esme were laughing together. Jasper was still a little tense, but I could visibly see he had relaxed.
"It's almost six. They should be back soon." Rosalie said.
Esme glanced at the grandfather clock.
"So they should." She looked at Jasper and me. "I think you two should be out of sight when they arrive home. You know how rash Emmett and Edward can be at times." She said to Carlisle
She smiled apologetically at us, but I just shrugged it off.
"Just go out the front and come back in when they've gone upstairs." Carlisle said.
Jasper didn't hesitate a moment. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the front of the house.
So…what did you think of a nice(ish) Rosalie? I think the books sometimes make her seem really horrible, so I wanted to show a nicer side to her. What did you think of it? 3
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