Isabella Swan
[Author's Note: To the person that thanked me for writing this.. You're welcome. You're a sweet baby angel. And to the guest who said they were going to stop reading unless Bella topped Rose.. listen bby, if you're being railed by a sexy vampire babe.. you're going to be a little distracted at first. Her time will come. But if you don't wanna wait for it.. That's okay. It's going to be long and I like build up (obvi lol) soooo. Patience? Idk what to tell you.]
Rosalie Hale sort of had a lead foot, but Bella didn't really mind. Bella had spent her entire life playing it safe and now.. Now she was romantically involved with a vampire. It was invigorating. Rosalie hooked up her phone, played an upbeat Michael Jackson song and to Bella's delight, she sang along with her hand possessively on Bella's thigh. It was hard not to absolutely fawn over her and when Bella caught herself doing it, she sighed dramatically and fell back against the seat.
"Something bothering you?" The vampire asked innocently.
"Just everytime I think you can't possibly get any hotter.. You do."
The vampire smiled. "I know how you feel."
"You do?" Bella's response was incredulous.
"I do."
"How hot can I be though?" Bella countered, "I'm pathetically into you. Like you literally have me so tightly wound I think you could probably get me there just by speaking." She scoffed at herself.
"You are extremely sexy," Rosalie told her. "When you get desperate for me and you start pouting, when you beg, when your thighs quiver as you cum.. And those goddamn dimples. I promise you I'm just as weak." They pulled up in front of Carver's and Rosalie bent over and kissed Bella sweetly. "Ready to reel it in and be good for a while?"
Bella groaned. "Not really." But she was considerably excited about the food. Carver's Cafe was incredibly plain with wood paneling on the walls and dingy white table tops. It was Bella and her father's favorite place to go and everyone knew them by name.
It had begun to pour again and so Rosalie pulled an umbrella from the backseat, got out of the driver's side and came to escort Bella to the door. While they walked, the vampire kept her hand on Bella's lower back, and when she opened the door for her and said, her voice a sultry purr, "Ladies first Babydoll, I insist," Bella swallowed a stiff wave of arousal.
Charlie was already inside, standing near the back corner, chatting openly with a woman his age. Her name was Stephanie and she was sort of famous, having written a handful of young adult romance novels in the mid 2000's. Bella had read them in high school and while they were pretty good, they were disappointingly straight.
When Charlie saw Bella and Rosalie he waved cheerfully. "Stephenie, you remember my daughter Bella," he said, motioning to the brunette. "It was her birthday yesterday."
"Well happy birthday Bella," Stephenie said, smiling at her, her own brown hair hanging in loose curls around her face. "I'm glad to see your father is treating you. And who is your friend?" She turned her attention then to the tall blonde and her eyes widened and she lifted one hand to her mouth in surprise. "Oh my word."
Charlie didn't seem to notice her reaction, because he came forward, hugged his daughter and clapped one hand on Rosalie's shoulder. "This is Miss Rosalie Hale," he said, "the daughter of Carlisle Cullen, the new doctor in town. Rosalie, if you haven't met her already, this is Ms. Stephenie Stewart, our local celebrity."
Stephenie Stewart didn't respond, she just nodded and began to nervously run her hands through her hair.
"She's written, what? Four novels?" Charlie's eyes were creased at the corners, "Good ones too from what I've been told."
Bella put her hand on her father's arm. "Let's let Ms. Stewart eat her food," she said, more to save the woman from Rosalie's charm than from her father's obvious interest. "Wanna sit at the table in the corner?"
Charlie didn't argue. He pulled out two of the brown wooden chairs that the dinner had placed around every table and held them for Bella and Rosalie to sit. When all three were seated, he nodded approvingly.
"Good morning to you both," he said. "Sorry the weather is bad today."
"It's perfect," Bella said, having a new appreciation for storms, knowing that they mean more time with Rosalie.
He laughed at her. "Since when are you fond of rain Miss Phoenix Arizona?"
"Since about two weeks ago," she responded vaguely. "Have you been waiting long?"
"No," he shook his head. He took his hat off and hung it on the back of his chair. "I'm glad you got to come, Miss Hale," he said, addressing the vampire. "I know Bella said you might've been busy. What is it that you do, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I'm an entrepreneur," Rosalie replied and because she and Bella had managed to get two seats in the corner, she reached over and put her fingertips back on the smaller woman's leg. "I own a few businesses."
Bella turned to her curiously, realizing that maybe this was her chance. Her father was a naturally curious man, and if Rosalie was going to be spending a great deal of time with his daughter, he'd be even more curious. And Rosalie couldn't exactly tell Charlie that it was better the less he knew because he'd get suspicious.
"Businesses, huh?" Charlie asked, sipping his black coffee. "Anything in Forks?"
"No."
The waitress came then and at first she looked to Bella and said, "Oh hello Miss Swan. Do you want your usual?" When the brunette nodded, the server turned her attention to Rosalie and that same dazed look crossed her face.
"Nothing for me," the blonde told her politely. "I'm here strictly for the company."
"Not going to eat?" Charlie said, "Not hungry?"
"I just have a lot of food allergies," was her answer, "and so I stick to a very strict diet and mostly eat.. At home."
"At the dining table," Bella muttered, just loud enough for Rosalie to hear. As a result, the vampire tossed her a look and goosed her waist beneath the table.
"Well I'm sure they have something for that," Charlie told her, oblivious as always. "What'd you get the last time you were here?"
"Roast," said Rosalie. "But it was for someone else. I'm okay really."
He shrugged but he didn't seem to take any offense to it. "Well that's okay," he told her. "I'm sort of lactose intolerant myself. Though sometimes I sneak in some cheese though." To the server, he said, "I'd like The Hero's Breakfast, eggs sunny side up, bacon, side of toast and… chocolate chip pancakes."
The server scribbled down his order, nodded and hustled back towards the kitchen without another look at either of the women.
When it was just the three of them again, he tapped his fingers on the table and then said, "So what kind of businesses you got your hands in? Carlisle was telling me he's really proud of you and your brother. You're both very successful. And uh.. your, uh.. sister in law?
"Alice," Rosalie said, nodding. "Edward funds a lot of musical production companies and Alice is.." she looked thoughtful, her eyes twinkling. "She's involved in technological pursuits."
"And you?" Bella pressed. "I'm actually really curious myself."
Rosalie's eyes flashed to her face and then she looked back to Charlie. "I own a few nightclubs."
"Where? In Seattle?"
"Actually no," the vampire replied. "New York, Chicago, LA.."
"Three?" Bella's father asked, his eyebrows high on his forehead. "That's very impressive."
Rosalie smiled politely and slid her hand into Bella's. "Thank you, Chief Swan."
"Well Kiddo," Charlie said to his daughter, one hand around his mug, the other absentmindedly ripping the corner off of a paper napkin, "Looks like you found yourself a good one." When his food arrived and he was unwrapping his utensils, he said to Rosalie, "Sorry about your allergies. Carver's has the best food around." And then he began to eat.
Bella had a breakfast platter too, but with smaller proportions, and a cup of coffee with cream and sugar. When they were done eating and Charlie was sitting back in his chair chewing on a toothpick Bella made the comment that she had to leave soon.
"You know I don't like you having that job," Charlie said, his tone serious. "Don't get me wrong, I think you're fully capable of doing the job, I just don't like the risks. You're my kid and it worries me."
"It worries me too," Rosalie offered. "I don't want Bella getting hurt."
"See?" The chief of police lifted his hand and gestured towards the vampire, "Miss Hale agrees with me." He looked to Rosalie directly after that. "Maybe you could talk some sense into her, huh? I'm always saying she would be a good librarian or something."
"A librarian?" The vampire smiled. "I agree. I think Bella would make a perfect librarian." She turned to the smaller woman beside her. "We could put your hair up in a bun and get you some glasses.."
"Would you come and help me shelve books?" Bella asked, innocently.
"Every night."
"There," Charlie said, "it's settled. Bella will quit her park ranger job and get a job at the Forks Library."
Bella laughed. She got up and so did Rosalie and they pushed in their chairs.
"Thank you for breakfast, Dad," she said. "And for my present. We're going to swing back by the house and get my things. Do you need me to do anything before I go? Take the trash out or..?"
"You don't have to," he said. "But thanks Bells."
Back in the Bugatti, Bella said to Rosalie, "Three nightclubs? Really?"
"No," Rosalie replied coolly, "I have seven."
"Seven? How do you manage seven nightclubs?"
"I don't. I don't manage them," Rosalie replied. "I have people for that. I just own them and make appearances."
"Oh. You just own them. Right. So you're a lucrative multi-business owner, your dad is a highly acclaimed doctor, Edward is a fucking music mogul and Alice is.. what again?"
"She's a professional hacker," Rosalie told her.
"Of course she is. And your mom?"
"Esme is an architect."
"An architect." Bella laughed, the result of extreme exasperation building up quickly and busting at the seams of her composure. "God. And you're all gorgeous and perfect and you've been gorgeous and perfect your entire life and everyone's in love with you and everyone's insanely attracted to you and you're unbelievably rich and successful and I'm literally a fucking park ranger with a degree in literature."
Rosalie pulled into Charlie's driveway and shut off the car. Immediately rain covered the windshield and the two were submerged in silence. Bella sat with her back against the seat, and her eyes closed, fully submerged in her existential crisis.
And then vampire spoke. "Did you know that it's nearly impossible for a vampire to commit suicide?"
Bella's eyes shot open and she turned to face the other woman. "What do you mean?" she heard herself ask.
"What I mean," Rosalie said, "is that if you've been given eternal life, be it at your will or against it, you're trapped and forced to live it forever." She slid her slender fingers along the wheel of the car, gazing straight ahead. "I think in the beginning, I must have tried every possible method to die. But of course nothing worked. It must have really upset Carlisle because he expressed his guilt to me countless times. But I.. I couldn't help but despise him. For a long time. Decades. Esme too. And Edward. They became constant reminders of my torment and though I remained with them for nearly fifteen years, I could see the reflection of my unhappiness on Edward's face and the guilt and shame on Carlisle and Esme's. So I left. I began to travel, and having exhausted all ways of destroying myself, I started to indulge in other ways to feel. I'm not at all proud of who I was as a young immortal. But you have to understand that at the time I truly felt as though I had no other option. Existence, to me, was a disease, just unfortunately not a fatal one. I went on in my own mental languish until the beginning of the 70s, where, eternally exhausted and at the end of my rope, I returned to my family. Of course the four of them, because by the time Alice had joined Edward, took me in without question. I apologized for the pain I had caused them but.. It didn't go away. For the last nearly half a century, I continued my immortality in an incredible state of emotional deterioration, absolutely convinced that I was born solely to die and then, undead, solely to suffer. No purpose. And to be completely honest," Rosalie stopped and she turned to Bella and she slid her knuckles down the smaller woman's jaw, "I was still like that until recently."
"How recently?" Bella breathed, their gazes locked together, her heart pounding.
"Very recently."
Bella initiated the kiss. She combed her fingers through Rosalie's perfect curls and pulled her face to hers. The vampire responded with a surprised whimper and then melted against Bella's mouth. With unprecedented control, Bella urged her tongue into the blonde's mouth and they began to openly make out in front of 184 6th Street. When Rosalie eased her seat back and then let it recline, Bella climbed on top of her and continued to kiss her until she was absolutely breathless. Rosalie's hands rubbed her thighs as the brunette caught her breath.
"Don't you dare ever try that again," Bella demanded, holding Rosalie's chin in her hand. "Don't you fucking dare try and end your life. Do you understand me?"
The vampire was incredibly calm and earnest when she said, "I understand." She brought one hand up and let her thumb touch Bella's quivering bottom lip. "How is it possible that you are more beautiful than I am?" she asked, not in vanity, but in sheer fascination. "So unbelievably gorgeous.. So pure.. So-" She hushed when Bella kissed her again, this time softer, more gentle, more desperate, and Rosalie closed her eyes.
"I want you in my life," Bella said, her jaw clenched, her eyes blurry with unfallen tears. "I need you in my life. And you do have a purpose. Rosalie.."
"Hmm?"
"I think you were meant to find me. I think you were meant to be with me."
The blonde's eyelids fluttered open and her vivid yellow irises smoldered endlessly. "Is that what you think?" she presented softly.
Bella nodded. "Yes. That is what I think."
"You know," the blonde mused, bringing Bella back to her so that she could speak with their lips touching. "It's a colossal undertaking to exist only for someone else."
"Maybe," the brunette whispered, "but I don't mind it."
"You don't?"
"I think I was meant to find you too."
Rosalie escorted Bella back inside and then carried her upstairs to her bed. She got a handful of gifts and began giving them to her and instructing her to open them. For her birthday Bella received a collection of candles from Angela and Eric, a Phoenix Suns throw blanket from Leah, the complete series of Stephenie Stewart's teen series Midday Moon from Jessica, a bunch of gift cards to stores she hadn't been to in ages from all the guys on the Rez and a thermos that said "What Happens at Camp Stays at Camp" from Mike. There was also a new camping backpack from Edward, and a new pair of hiking boots from Alice even though she'd already gotten Bella the shirt. Finally, she opened the envelope from her mother and removed the birthday card.
"She always goes all out," the park ranger stated sarcastically, opening the card and peering inside. It was a white card with Happy 21st on the front and nothing inside except for a scribbled Love you Bella and a fifty dollar bill.
"What did Charlie get you?"
Bella pointed at the purple book on her dresser and Rosalie retrieved it. "Ah, so he did end up getting Gatsby."
"Yes," Bella said, "thanks to your help."
The vampire smiled. "I like your dad. He's sweet and he seems to truly care about you."
"He likes you," Bella returned. "He loves you. When you told him you owned nightclubs and then when you said you agreed with him about me quitting my job.. He's probably your biggest fan."
"Which is saying a lot," Rosalie replied, "considering my charm has very little to almost no effect on him."
It donned on Bella The truth of Rosalie's statement donned on Bella. "That's right," she uttered, "It doesn't work on him, does it?"
Rosalie shook her head. "No. And according to my father, your mother harbors the same level of resistance."
Bella didn't even ask how Rosalie knew that, she just quickly inquired, "What does that mean?"
"We don't know," was the answer. "Genetically, because both of your parents were born with high levels of vampiric resistance, you were born immune. And there's a large possibility that you have other gifts as well."
"Gifts?" the brunette asked, "what kind of gifts?"
"Powers. Talents. You know about my family but.. There are others that have telekinesis and invisibility.. Sensory deprivation. Things like that. Carlisle seems to believe that you may have a considerably strong vampiric ability."
Bella nodded. "Okay. So how do I access it?"
"You don't."
The park ranger's dark eyes searched the vampire's face. "What do you mean?"
"These gifts.. They aren't accessible until after."
"After?" Bella repeated. And then she understood. "Oh." She got up from her bed, knocking several of the gift cards to the floor, but not bothering to pick them up. "So then.. I could.. In theory, access it..this power..as a vampire?"
Rosalie said nothing. She was leaning against the desk, her hands in her pockets, her gaze past Bella, seemingly caught in the pouring rain outside.
"Is it.. Is it hard to become a vampire?"
"Yes," the blonde told her. "And it's painful. More painful than any living human could ever imagine." Moments slipped by as the two women stood in silence. And then, after what felt like forever, Rosalie reeled in her gaze and placed it on Bella. "You are extraordinary enough as it is, you know." She left the desk, went forward and took the smaller woman against her. "I live for you, is it enough that you simply live for me too?"
"Yes," Bella said, not yet knowing how to say anything else, not at all sure of how to go forward but feeling an aching magnetism all through her that held her to Rosalie. "It's enough."
It didn't stop raining, even as they repacked Bella's gear in her new pack, put all of her gifts away, and then took out Charlie's trash. As they drove along the highway towards the park, Bella found herself wondering about what they had discussed. She wasn't a fanatic and she wasn't about to beg Rosalie to change her so that she could begin her immortal life but.. Wouldn't it work out better for them both if she did? If Bella really was special, and if they really were meant to find one another.. Wouldn't that mean that Bella would have to.. To die? She wasn't really afraid to die. She'd been only half living for the last 21 years, waiting for something to happen, waiting for something to make her inability to ever truly fit in make sense. But now.. What if she had a reason to change? A reason to become what she meant to be? And what if that reason was Rosalie Hale?
In time, the vampire's fingers pulled her from her musings as they began to trace patterns on her knee. "What are you thinking about?" the blonde asked her.
"You."
"What about me?"
Bella swallowed. "I want to know everything about you," she began, "All the cities and towns in which you've lived and visited, your favorite places to hunt, your favorite bookstores.. I want to know about all the sunsets you've seen so that I can tell you about every single sunrise you've missed so you can know they're still happening and they hurt me as much as they do you now. I want to know about every single minute you spent without me so that I can make sure that every minute you spend with me will be a thousand times better and make up for all your sadness. I want to know who Rosalie Hale was as a human, as a young immortal, as a Charlie's Angel. I want to know all of your interests, your pastimes, your business endeavors. I want to know about everything you hate too. Your least favorite places to live and the worst animals to hunt and your pet peeves. I want to hear you speak to me in all the languages you know and I want you to list every single book you've ever read so I can start catching up. And most importantly," Bella gushed, "I want you to tell me every goddamn time you feel like you don't have a purpose because I'll show you Rosalie. I'll remind you."
The vampire brought the car to a stop in the ONP parking lot and without response, she turned off the engine, got out of the driver's seat and went to Bella's door. She opened it and extended her hand, pulling the brunette out into the driving rain. Bella squealed in protest as Rosalie led her out into the midst of it and the precipitation began to soak through their clothes. She stopped fighting it when the vampire lifted her up and kissed her, spinning them both around beneath the dark and cloudy Washington sky. Thunder rolled on unhindered and lightning cracked angrily along the horizon but Bella didn't notice.
When she was on her feet again, Rosalie said, raindrops dripping from her eyelashes and running down her beautiful cheeks, "Do you want to see what it's like?"
"Do I want to see what what is like?" Bella asked her, shouting over the roar of the rain.
"Being me," the vampire replied. A smug smile spread across her face and she turned her back to Bella and knelt so that she could climb on her back.
The park ranger did so without question, wrapping her arms firmly around the vampire's neck.
"You better hold on tight, Babydoll," the blonde purred, her hands on Bella's thighs as she rose to full height. And then they were off.
Bella had never been a fan of roller coasters because she didn't like the jerk of the carts or the constant threat of mechanical malfunction. But this was.. Something else entirely. Rosalie's movements were fluid and smooth, and they were going so fast that the trees on Bella's right and left were reduced to nothing but a green blur. The ground gave way to air and the sky became endless and it felt as though they were flying. At first Bella kept her eyes closed, but when she opened them, she couldn't stop staring. She could feel her own heart beating fiercely against Rosalie's back and though her pulse was racing, she felt strangely at peace. They came to a sudden stop some time later and Rosalie sat her down on what initially, Bella assumed was the ground. When Bella realized that, instead, they were hundreds of feet in the air, cradled in the bend of a Douglas Fir, her mouth fell open.
"Are you afraid?" Rosalie asked her, pressing her against the trunk of the tree, one arm on either side of Bella's body, keeping her safe.
"Yes," Bella said, her hands gripping the blonde's waist, her head pressed back firmly against the tree, her gaze locked in Rosalie's. She took a deep breath and let it expand inside of her. "What if I die, Rose? What if I fall from this tree and fall to my death right now? Are you content living the rest of your life without me?"
Rosalie released a very low growl and then brought her lips to Bella's ear, her breasts pushing against the brunette's, her cool breath causing shiver's to walk down Bella's spine. "I won't let that happen," she promised. "I won't let you leave me."
Bella closed her eyes, deciding that for now, that was enough of a promise. And when the vampire's lips began to press against her throat, she felt very, very alive.
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