Long and overdue update.

Scent

The occurrence is relatively nimble. So very mundane and overall a bit stale. It's a happenstance on a conventional morning, on a dreary day. Scattered clouds, a mist of rain curtaining the rather bleak skies, and a quietness about the student body; it's a tell-tale indication that her earlier emotions of dread were precise. She could tune into the manner in which the cool breeze slides into the fabric of her jacket, essentially into her bones. Or maybe she should have paid more heed to where exactly she walked, rather what she ambled into instead of making an adjustment to her earphones.

After all she is known to be clumsy—the occurrence is relatively circumvent of a what could have been a catastrophic event. Once her foot caves in from underneath her and she can feel gravity take hold of her body her mind travels to the worst possible outcomes. However it does occur rather refined. She'd wonder if graceful was the particular word, though the firm hand steadying her proves otherwise.

She'd wonder later if the vicious grip is was so harsh that it was the source of the torrid flames that darted down her arm

Bella blinks, because all at once she's crowded into a cool form. And in all actuality she trembles as a sweet scent shrouds her nostrils until her mind idly moves within time.

"You'd better watch yourself." A dark voice hisses into the curve of her ear.

(The brutal beat to her heart snatched her breath, and the uncalled melody of the saddest voice ever noticed calls to her).

A shiver of trepidation overcomes her as the implications of that familiar timbre (throaty and scornful). Violent with much ambivalence, is how she would define the war heavy warning. It startles her once her entire body is abruptly thrust into a up right stance—potent strength (wild and untamed). Because she was convinced her feet left the concrete if not momentarily.

"Thanks Rosalie," Bella utters distractedly correcting the straps to her bag. "I must've slipped on a…"

Bella fixes the blonde with an appreciative, and dubious smile: a smile that ticks downward swiftly. Black diamonds. The dilated pupils are incensed and ominous; the evil intent seared its way into her core and Bella was very certain that her knees felt weak. Rosalie stilled before her: calamitous, livid and bleak. Inhibited by a concealed vice. And so this wild animosity grew with every intake of the full and heavy shudder of the blondes body; a body that shook with every deep breath.

(Those eyes. Whose are they?)

And suddenly they've reverted to the warmly dipped honey orbs Bella has observed from afar. Rosalie's shoulders fall in a despondent manner.

"You're welcome Bella. Be more careful, not the time of year to be so inattentive to your surroundings," Rosalie tsk's lowly. "Have a good day."

Once more Bella is stunned as the blonde haired teen swivels and walks ahead without any indication that the event even occurred.

With a shaky breath and a dismissive flick of her hand through her loose strands of her hair, Bella breathes. Her face is flushed a scarlet red, but she can only observe the olive sweater that encompasses her savior. Rosalie is power and she exudes it with her every step as their encounter becomes a rampant memory.

There seemed to be a command in the blondes need. Bella was very certain of that.

Attention drifting below her feet, Bella stares at the offensive puddle in lively bemusement. Dread indeed, today seemed it would be of brilliant importance.

…

"Seems we've got a pup on our hands. Better—"

Rosalie cuts the bulky vampire short, teeth clenched faithfully.

"For a moment it smelled like he imprinted." The blonde seethes lowly.

A boisterous laughter hit her eardrums harshly. An enormous hand comes to rest on her shoulder, amusement seeps from Emmett almost habitually.

"I think that was just your fury talking Rose. I could smell her scent from a two miles away," Emmett teases heartily, before coming to a soft hush. "But whatever mutt she's been around he's got a very strong odor."

Hardened eyes peer at the inattentive human cavernously.

(Her heartbeat, riveting, rhythmic dance; though just a gentle whisper. It beats for two souls)

I'll get back to updating my stories again. White Rose included...