Rosalie's Silent Power
Perfection.
The wedding...not quite what she'd anticipated, becoming one with him. Not quite, no. She had expected to be the one crying, not him. Her beauty he had appreciated, she was quite sure. He had, in a desperate bid to gain her good opinion, stated that she looked incredible.
For a ghost.
Her slight spin in front of the mirror revealed a gash in the back of the gown. "Pity," she sighed before returning to review her appearance.
Not a hair out of place. It was like spun silk on her head and caught the candlelight with supernatural intensity. Skin? Alabaster. Features? Perfect and regular and exquisitely formed. Brows? Classically arched.
Eyes? "Black...so black," she whispered to the mirror. "Good."
It was her best proof. She had killed, but had not drunk from any of them.
Not one.
The door to her room slammed open and Edward was there. She showed him everything in her transparent thoughts, shoulders back and fiercely proud of proving her ability to – finally – avenge herself. With a quick inhalation, she braced inwardly for his scathing denouncement.
When his expression faltered, so did hers.
And when he flashed across the room to her to embrace her as a brother might his wounded sister, she let him.
They never spoke of it.
A/N: I am closing the Autism Awareness "What do you want to read?" poll on Monday, so please make your opinion known! I will be working on a one-shot for the fandom compilation to raise money for this cause and I'd love your input. More about the charity drive itself on Monday!