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This is my version of how it could have gone for Rosalie, a character created by Stephanie Meyer.
Chapter 12: Existence
Carlisle invited me to join his family. There were five of them. Esme, Carlisle's wife, Edward who pretended to be Esme's brother, and Alice and Jasper; living as husband and wife. I gratefully accepted. I didn't want to be alone. I didn't know how to be alone.
And time went on.
The five of them helped me to control the ever-present thirst and introduced me to our "vegetarian" way of life. We are also eco-friendly, we never over-hunt in one area. We go where over-population endangers humans. After what had happened to me, I could not imagine taking the life of a human, well, except for those lives I had already taken.
I was content.
Edward was gorgeous, perhaps more than I. I did not like that. I had always been the most attractive person around; it was difficult for me to consider that a man would be more beautiful than I was. But we got along.
We never felt amorous about each other, we just didn't. We thought of each other as brother and sister. That's how we would introduce ourselves.
My family would stay in one place until we couldn't. Since our kind do not age, it is impossible to stay in any one place for too long. It raises too many questions. I took advantage of the time though. We had lots of it. We studied at every university. I was very fond of history so all my courses were historical in nature. Carlisle was already working as a physician. His ability to stave off his lust for human blood was truly inspiring. He had taught himself to ignore it and worked in smaller hospitals and ER's all over the country. He was amazing.
And so it went. Our strange little family, nomading our way across the United States. I desperately wanted children, but had accepted that it could never be. That took a very long time. But I knew that even if Royce hadn't killed me, I would have lost myself. I shuddered at the idea of raising a child in that environment. Would my eyes also be dead as I handed a box of real pearl earrings to the next King family victim?
While I will never be grateful for my violent end, my soul was saved - by the kindness of a vampire. A human might say that we vampires are without souls, but a person without one is a more hideous creature indeed.
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