Sorry it's been over a week since I updated. I got really sick and they think I have mono, so I've been sleeping for a few days. I'm starting to feel better now, so here's another chapter. Happy New Year!!

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer created the characters, but I took them to Chicago…and Dublin.

R POV

I feel very excited! Alice just gave me the best news of my life, well, the best news of my eternal existence. She says my mate will be showing up in the pub tonight! Seeing how happy Bella and Edward are together these twelve years has gotten my hopes up. If Alice sees me being just as happy and in love as they are, I am dying to meet him! At first I was the biggest pessimist, how can a gentleman appreciate me, after all the things I have done (not to mention all the men I've been with)?

However, Alice, being Alice, has succeeded in getting me interested in finding my perfect, eternal, mate. In the ten years we lived in Dublin, I haven't seen many vampires, or heard of that many more, but Alice says there is hope. My perfect lover is going to visit our pub this evening and we will meet. Even though I am beautiful, even by a vampire's standards, I am suddenly nervous.

What if he doesn't like me, or finds me vain? Edward sometimes jokes that I am too proud for my own good and that is why he doesn't favor me. What if this vampire feels the same way as Edward? I trust Alice, but part of my multi-faceted mind keeps returning to the fact that I can botch this meeting up very easily.

Alice has been planning since last night, when she had the vision that my mate would definitely be here this evening. She insists that we sing like always, and do an extra special dance. We would do the burlesque routine about once a month, whenever I really need the attention. Like any woman, I have great needs, and there is no better way to have them satisfied than an Irish man. When an Irish fellow touches me, it makes me shiver with anticipation. It's like they are bred to be perfect lovers over here.

Alice ran out to a fabric shop early this morning to begin sewing new costumes for the three of us. Bella is somewhat reluctant about it, like always. Since she and Edward began courting in Chicago, she has really changed. At first she plain refused to dance. Alice and I talked her into dancing again, but she hasn't even seen the crowd, I don't believe. She rushes back to where Edward is waiting and they kiss and caress each other while Alice and I look for our conquests.

Going from the huge city of Chicago, with about 3 million human inhabitants and a huge crime spree to the smaller Dublin, with nearly a million humans and a much safer environment meant a bit of a change for us. Bella and Edward live the 'vegetarian' lifestyle, running out to hunt in the dead of night about once every week or two. They are very committed to keeping as many humans alive as they can. Two months after Edward and Bella were dating, Bella confided in me something. She said that falling for Edward totally changed her entire outlook at being a vampire. She doesn't see us as being damned, but we have the opportunity to show the world an eternity of good.

Vampires can live off animals, much like any other predator, so why don't we do it?

Since the population and general crime rates are much lower for Dublin, Alice and I will tag along about once a month, maybe less, hunting the red stags. It is a shame that there are no predators native to Ireland, Edward assures me they are much more palatable, almost a cross between the stag and human's attraction to us. As a human, I would never have hunted, as it is against what a lady is, dignified, clean and pure. Animals are defenseless and don't exactly deserve to be eaten or have their blood drained from them. But who does?

Yet hunting is so much better than killing blokes we shag in the back rooms of the pub. Dublin has a reputation as a friendly and safe city, and we can't kill our customers without attracting the wrong sort of attention.

The best part of hunting animals is it takes the devilish edge off our red eyes. The murky burnt orange color is strange but people don't automatically think of demons when they see them. We keep the lights dim in the pub, as is the common practice, and to keep customers from getting a clear look at Alice and my eyes. Ali and I can't go out in public at all during daylight, since we look to unreal. Irish people are very mythological and some still believe in the old folklore of faeries and pixies. A few of the really superstitious ones think we are some faerie or sprite.

Speaking of pixies, someone has a new nickname and absolutely hates us for using it.

"Rosie! Get your tush in here! I need to fit you in this new dress." Alice calls a bit too loud, since I am sitting in the next room.

"Pixie, I'll be there in a second, but keep your voice down. I can hear perfectly fine," I whisper to her and I hear a low growl emanating from my dear sister's throat.

"Bella! I need you to stop fecking my cousin for a minute and try on the costume!" Pixie shouts in her Irish accent. She picked it up within minutes of hearing the Dubliners talk.

Bella and I were forced into "Irish" lessons for two whole afternoons, until we could speak Irish just as good as the next lass. Edward was a natural, of course. He claims to have been good with languages and accents as a human and his vampiric mind reading gift only helps him speak in the right accent and dialect.

I dash to Alice's room and roll my eyes at her. "Really Alice? I don't think the lads are ready for this." I say grabbing the tiniest navy blue dress I've laid eyes on.

"That's for Bella. And Edward. Tonight." Ali manages to say between laughs, apparently having a vision of just how the dress is going to be ripped from Bella. "And this is for you to wear after the dance." Alice informs me, holding up a similar one in red.

"Alice, why do I need to wear what is practically lingerie after our dance?" I ask, getting nervous. Wait? Me, nervous? I am Rosalie Lillian Hale, the beautiful and graceful vampire. I do not get nervous. Alice and her hype about my mate is messing with my brain. I take two deep breaths and look at the dress. Ordinarily, I would love it. It is tight, low cut and very eye-catching. I peel off my day clothes and try it on eagerly, back to normal.

Bella enters just as I pull up the zipper on Alice's creation. "Is this what you were going on about Alice?" Bella asks, gesturing to me in my gorgeous, sexy nightie.

I give a small twirl, so Bella can get the full effect and I see her grin, I must look very sexy.

"Of course. Now, I can't let you try yours on, Edward will be peeking and I don't think that's a good idea." Alice tells her.

"Here are our dresses for tonight's dance," Ali points out, calling our attention back to the glamorous looking dresses hanging from her closet doors.

I know Alice has great taste, but I cannot tell if I like the dresses as they hang down. They are three classy dresses in deep jewel tones. I assume Bella gets the Sapphire blue one, Edward, along with every hot-blooded male on the planet, loves how blue looks on her pale granite skin. Bells tries on the dress and she looks very alluring. The blue satin looks lovely on her skin, as always and it almost gives the illusion of a blush on her cold cheeks. Her chestnut hair looks magnificent, even better than the normal, warm rays shining against the cool tones of the dress. And of course Alice cut the dress to hug her solid form perfectly, accenting the delicate curves.

I reluctantly take off the red ensemble that I am not even sure what the occasion is for yet and put on my Amethyst gown. The deep purple makes me look even paler, and in effect, more beautiful than before. My light blond hair shines and flows down the back, nearly covering the low back of the dress. I look at myself in the mirror and my breath is taken away. I don't think I have ever looked this good. Honestly. I spend five minutes marveling over my looks and statuesque figure.

"Thanks Alice! This looks great!" I call absentmindedly, slowly rotating in front of the mirror again, mesmerized by how attractive and perfect I look. I am not shallow; I just know how to appreciate beauty when I see it. It is a mere coincidence that I happen to be the most beautiful vampire ever.

"No problem. Let's work on the dance. I want to be sure we can do the new moves." Ali calls from the front of the pub.

I didn't realize it, but sometime while I was admiring how perfect I look, Bella and Alice went out front to practice some. Like we needed it, vampires are so graceful that if we managed to stumble or misstep somehow (Bella), we could catch it and fix the mistake before a human would register it.

"Remember, the mystery man is showing up tonight! Don't you want to look fabulous for him?" Alice calls again.

"Shoot! How could I forget?" I reply running quickly out to the makeshift dance floor after I put on the heels Alice bought for us sometime today.

"You were too absorbed in your own beauty to think about anything else," Alice consoles me.

"Like always," Bella quips from the Victrola, where she was setting up the record for our dance routine.

"Alright, remember the routine?" Alice asks and Bella and I roll our eyes.

Bella starts the record and a new jazz song plays, then Bella rushes to place behind Alice. We do the dance flawlessly, as I knew we would. Edward must have been curious because about halfway through the dance he entered the pub and sat at one of the small tables, watching Bella. Edward whistles and applauds our work. I swear if Bella could blush, she would be right now, her head is ducked and she redressed almost too quickly for me to notice.

We do the dance again, without the music and Alice adds a few finishing touches to it as we go along. It is totally redone from the routine we used to do in Chicago. The modern dance moves and styles are actually very inclined to creating a sensual dance. We refrain from stripping down until nearly the end of the song, a huge change for us, ordinarily we were practically nude by the middle of the performance.

For a third time, we decide to do the dance, this time mostly because we like dancing and I love the way I feel as I am moving my hips around and strutting my stuff.


It is 9 o'clock and the pub is nearly packed with gents. Word gets around fast here in Dublin and I think the whole city knows we are dancing tonight. We usually hold off the entertainment until 10, but Alice thinks we should start off by singing now. Bella and I rush back to change into our outfits and return to the stage. Alice never took off her Emerald green dress, as she says it makes her feel like a princess. Whatever.

Standing up on the stage, I scan the audience for my future mate, but I don't see any red eyes staring at me. There are only four vampires in Cullens Pub, like always. I feel my frozen heart sink, for I had gotten my hopes up so high. I let myself believe Alice's visions and expected my Prince Charming to come in and sweep me off my feet.

We start singing a soulful Irish tune, An Raibh Tu Ag An gCarraig (Were You at the Rock), and the men definitely like our clear, vibrant voices. The sad Gaelic words flow softly on their eager ears. I recognize most of the men and the smiles on their faces don't boost my confidence like they normally do.

The second song we sing is a popular American folk tune:

Black, black, black
is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like a rose so fair
And the prettiest face and the strongest hands.
I love the grass whereon he stands
He with the wondrous hair.

Black, black, black
is the color of my true love's hair
His face is something truly rare.
Oh I do love my love and so well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes.
He with the wondrous hair.

Black, black, black
is the color of my true love's hair
Alone, my life would be so bare.
I would sigh, I would weep,
I would never fall asleep
My love is 'way beyond compare
He with the wondrous hair.
Black, black, black
is the color of my true love's hair.

As I start to sing the last verse of the song I look up to the door, having heard it creak slightly as it was being shut. I hadn't noticed that someone was entering the pub and I felt the first genuine smile form on my face the entire evening.

He was very tall, taller than Edward who is past six feet. Also, he had dark black, curly hair that was a bit too long for the current fashion, but I immediately like it. He is very muscular, strong and powerful looking. The most astonishing thing is he is a vampire, his eyes the rare gold of a vegetarian. He must be 'my mate' from Alice's vision. I already think I am in love. He smells wonderful and looks perfect. I resist the very strong temptation to run down and leap into his strong arms as we finish singing the song, smothering him with kisses.

"I think we need to freshen up for a moment, if ye don't mind." Alice calls to our audience, winking at me. "Go introduce yourself, but please refrain from leaping into his arms" Alice whispers to me so softly and quickly the humans have no chance in overhearing. I just hope 'my mate' didn't notice the comment.

I leave Bella giggling with Alice and slowly make my way to the strangely handsome vampires standing at the door. I move painfully slow, to make sure I move at a very human pace, avoiding eye contact with all the humans. I am glad that I had fed with Edward last night, my eyes are a very pleasant color, looking like I have a balanced diet of humans and animals, but it is not a natural color yet.

For the first time in my existence I don't know what I am going to say. I take calming breaths for the second time today. I surely hope once I actually meet this guy my nerves go away. I try to think of something witty to say.

As I push my way through the packed room, I notice the vampire is also making his way towards me (or at least I hope he is). We meet somewhere near the back of the pub and I flash him my most enticing smile.

"Hello, I am Rosalie!" I tell him, slightly embarrassed that I couldn't think of anything better. My mind is blank. I extend my slender hand to him. He shakes my hand and it nearly disappears in his huge one.

He smiles back at me, a genuine, friendly smile and I see the venom glisten off his perfect teeth in the low light of the pub.


So, I hate to end with a cliffhanger, but I promise to update again sooner!

Rosalie has met her mate and it seems like love at first sight :)