I still find that Bella and Rosalie would have been a far more interesting pair. I assume different times call for different measures...
'Color me Impressed'
The reputation of the Cullen's proved to be rather inconvenient. She learned that most townspeople found the beautiful family to be 'mysterious', others saw them to be an oddity of mixed nature, some however would see this family to be problematic in the sense that they emit an eerie aura about whichever space they occupied. All seemed to adore them in one sense or another, and Bella concluded that it was the allure that the pale family offered, there was this…ancient charm that surrounded each member—and the most beautiful, most sensually refined blonde, that enigmatic 'vampire' had her entirely captivated.
(A relentless pull that echoes far and wide).
And Rosalie rendered her to a useless and maddened individual.
"Bella." Her mind quickly resumes itself in the present. Angela moves her outstretched arm to and fro, a silly and expectant smile about her lips. "They're never at these sort of school events. Doubt they'd even set foot inside this gym. Never mind the fact that this is too trivial a sport for the 'queen' herself."
Her timbre is neither bitter, or whimsical and the comment stems much more from a place of comprehension than not. And perhaps it's the verbal mention of blonde is why a lost, and empty shiver overcomes her. Disappointment, resentment, or rather hurt becomes her mood darkly; ironically of all emotion's adoration fills her, that feat worsens her idea of the blonde. Jessica returns her attention to the game, ever the perceptive teen and understanding that her remark would not prompt a response.
The ball bounces out of bounds, the shrill of a whistle, and the woeful 'boos' of the crowd slams into her senses, and she comes to the remembrance that she's at the first basketball game of the season. A promise she'd made to her friends to attend the inessential game in support of Mike; an agreement she's rueful now more than anything. Because it's the third day of the second week that those men (that night), that she has seen the small coven that had come to her rescue. They're in the second quarter and she has no clue about the semantics of the sport, and her mind was far too distracted from the moment itself. Her chest ached for another, for a concept or reason she could not handle. It was the first day that she startled her awake in a sweaty haze, sorrow on the brink of her dreams.
A redundant whistle startles her concentrated deliberation—and the hushed whispers start, familiar and conspiratorial. That prickle, intrusive and intimate probes at the hairs of her neck…tickles the furthest corners of that remote ache in her heart. And it's the smallest breath of ease. That inhale of anticipation at the two newcomers settled at the entrance of the gym. Another relieved exhale, her body weakens vulnerably, for those amber orbs that come to meet her own shine in reflective content. Rosalie is simply stunning, and she's known this since the first glimpse, however her beauty is so…intense and vivid that it sparks a commotion about any room she enters.
"Wow!" Jessica squeaks in astoundment. "I wonder what they're doing here…" And she cast a discreet look towards Bella, envy hot in her stare.
(A relentless pull…echo's and resonates from the deepest calls to her).
The blonde continues her pursuit and dares not to make her intentional appearance any less purposeful. Bella watches the pair (Emmett she believes the companion to be) share a few words before he walks back out of the gymnasium. Rosalie moves those pretty honey eyes back onto Bella and thrust her hands into the pockets of her gray trench coat…and it's that wildly reserved smile that has softened for 'her' has a kindled heat rush to her cheeks in the liveliest manner.
Her fondness for the blonde was indeed confirmed at this inessential game. Bella comes to a stance, spellbound by those weakened eyes, entranced from that pinched frown of that stony vampire that has captured her wholly. Bella excuses herself momentarily and her 'friends' do not question the obvious disruption to their night. She pursues and Rosalie leads, the loud cheers of the students, faculty and family becoming a faint clamor. Rosalie awaits her arrival at the entrance of the school, and she's held open the door for Bella chivalrously. The chilly air cools her cheeks wonderfully, and Rosalie's lively heels 'click-clack' create a melody out of her building anticipation.
She presumes the blonde loves the sound of ambience, or maybe it is the natural sound of crickets, rustled leaves, and powerful heels that the pale beauty is partial to.
She presumes the blonde is very fond of the ambience that comes with this quaint town. They walk down the ramp to where she assumes they'll come to the parking lot. Rosalie is casually refined as always, hands still stuck in her pockets, black scarf wrapped around her neck snuggly, blonde waves elegant. A beauty to behold. A precisely ethereal individual, so openly reclusive.
"Were you really this pretty before you were turned?" Bella comments offhandedly.
Rosalie hardly reflects upon the random remark.
"If I hadn't known any better, I would think you were trying to flirt with me," The heat that rushes to her cheeks set her face aflame. "But yes. Yes, I was this 'pretty' as you insult me so with the understatement of a lifetime." The amusement trickles within her, but there's an odd level of resentment leaking from the response.
Bella shuffles along distractedly, nervously perturbed by this being. They've confirmed what she has learned the blonde to be without overtly inquiring about the subject. They halt in front of a sharp red and sleek Mercedes—Bella cast her eyes to the concrete, mentally tallying the cracks she perceives in the moonlight. She can feel that sharp gaze stuck on her, and it unnerves her in more ways than ever imagined.
"I couldn't stay." Rosalie admits, almost ashamedly.
When Bella looks up to meet her stare, she finds that she's already captured the attention of the blonde. Whose peering at her (a heated frown) with concentrated eyes…as if she's far from the conversation at hand.
"I don't…" Rosalie looks off to the side. "We don't sleep and that stirs up much more trouble for our active minds. And I couldn't rid myself of the possibilities."
It's then in that fired up gaze, Rosalie's eyes firmly settled on her and that all own that consuming remorse kindled in her stare; that she discerns this reclusive blonde from the other individuals assembled in her life. Rosalie, well she feels with a depth unmatched and it's confounding as to why that is so. Bella burrows deeper into her thick coat, converse scuffing the ground anxiously. Her teeth tucks her bottom lip in a troubled deliberation. She hadn't imagined this stony, and distant individual to be so bothered by this once in a lifetime predicament that she had gotten herself into due to foolishness. She momentarily mulls over why Rosalie seems far more disturbed by this happenstance more than she.
"I'm okay." Rosalie shoots her an unconvinced frown. "Rosalie, you did all you could. All of you did. I won't say that I am one hundred percent fine, but I will be because you saved me from the worst of it."
The vampire exhales…the ghost of frustration ebbed into the corners of her hard-set lips. Rosalie looks around them before her attention returns to Bella once more, frustration abated momentarily.
"You irritate me beyond belief."
Bella smiles and a chuckle bursts from her stomach, full and hearty, at the honest admission. Her soul entirely pleased by that ghost of a smile darkening at the corners of the vampire's mouth. The first mirthful laughter she's had in nearly two weeks, an appeased twinkle about her eyes.
"I worry that your ire is the least of my worries. Considering our circumstances…with you being my natural predator and all."
A twisted heat flashes across the blonde's face and her brows pinch together and relaxes all at once.
(A different type of animal approaches this human).
"However, much you annoy me…you do smell rather ravishing."
Her breath hiccups because the blonde discreetly steals a glance at her lips—fleeting and short, Bella is almost sure that she's imagined the otherworldly implications. A lopsided and shy grin overcomes the humans reddened face.
"If I hadn't known any better, I would think you were trying to flirt with me."
Bella ducks her head as soon as an inquisitive and impressed eyebrow is raised her way.
"I never would have believed you to be so… dare I say entertaining." Rosalie opens the passenger door to the expensive car. "Get in."
Bella blinks at the dismissal. Eyes thin her head tilts in opposition, while the softened approach was new that orchestral demand in the blonde's voice. She thinks that maybe the blonde always had an air of command about the way she spoke to others, and she wouldn't dare contest the feat if someone else were to make the very same verdict.
"No." Bella challenges.
And the eyebrow's raised in appalment pushes her confidence forward. She made a mental note that others like Rosalie did not take well to being challenged and Bella internally chuckles. She drew mirth from the blonde's quick provocation, and she believes that maybe her intentional approach was somewhat appreciated by the vampire.
"What do you mean no?" Rosalie grits through her teeth.
"If you would say please maybe I'll reconsider."
(A sweetened tease eases her wholly. It colors her annoyance but amplifies her fondness).
Rosalie exhales harshly, sneer close on her lips—a renewed life sparked behind her eyes.
"You're ridiculous." The blonde mumbles darkly.
Bella waits. Silence…Rosalie glares and remains pat—the human stills, owlishly blinks and 'waits.' Rosalie outright hisses and Bella merely smiles softly, delicate warmth about her face.
"Fine," Rosalie's resolve crumbles as she simply refuses to give this human the satisfaction of her provoked ire. "Bella will you 'please' get in the car."
Bella complies. And the vampire pointedly slams the car door shut harder than necessary. Bella tracks the blondes travel to the other side of the vehicle impulsively. It's the sinful beauty that actively tickles at her heart creating a calamity about its rhythm. Or rather it's the worrisome frown settled upon that pale and elegant face that has her lips upturning into an adoring and bashful smile. She'll put her trust into this rather reclusive, snarky, and well-spoken blonde.
(An unbelievably intricate induvial she was, Bella believes that Rosalie's emotions run far deeper than she believed herself to showcase).
This is the vampire that wholly mystifies her, and she presumes that they'll be forever entwined to this push and pull that they've come embrace.
Need to get this up and kicking again.