Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight and its characters. Only the original author and publisher (Stephenie Meyer and Little, Brown and Company) own the story. This story was written for entertainment purposes only. This interpretation of the original story does not seek to earn any profit from its owners. It is merely written for fun so others may enjoy!
Chapter 1
I can assuredly say that while I have experienced love from my adoptive family, I have never experienced the so-called true love, and I know I never will because it is a myth. True love is nothing more than an epic idea, a fantasy that love-spurned people fall in love with so they can foolishly convince themselves to help ease away their pain and suffering instead of facing reality. That soulmates do not exist. In fact, I know that love is nothing more than a once-great wonder that has been corrupted by people who would seek to control you and take away your autonomy. How do I know all of this, you ask? Because of the harsh realities of my life and what many others have experienced…the reality of how love can be corrupted and used against you.
While one would think my beauty and status in life in my human years and even now as the most beautiful vampire would guarantee me unadulterated love, that would be far from the truth. I began to experience the oh-so-joyful effects of love when I was born into my wealthy family in Rochester, New York, during the springtime of 1915.
My mother was in love with the idea of beauty derived from clothes, status, and other symbols of beauty named Rosalie after the epitome of love and beauty, the rose. From that moment on, my mother's shallow understanding of love weaponized its use against me, and I would later grow up to use it as a weapon against others. I quickly passed through my human, mirroring my mother's shallowness and my father's cunning to use love as a weapon to garner the attention of the most eligible bachelor, Royce King II.
Of course, I did not realize until it was too late that I was not the one who did the seeking but was instead sought out as the prey. While I was off in my own meaningless life, dreaming of having a child to love and a husband who would come home to love me, he was using my love for such an existence to take away my own choices to live a life of his desire.
On that fateful late fall night, as I laid amongst the dying leaves after experiencing Royce's love. I got to experience the culmination of love being used as an excuse to negate the freedom of choice when Carsilile Cullen came upon my broken body and changed me for love. Not love for me, but the hopes that I, Rosalie Hale, would become the true mate for his eldest son, Edward Cullen. Even though I did not choose this life and never wanted this life, I have learned to forgive Carsilile and embrace his coven as my true family.
While I may be experiencing unadulterated love from my family and witnessing their love for each other and their mates, I know true love does not exist. I know it will never exist and that nothing will change my mind!
Until the moment I met her…
Just moments ago, Bella and I whispered our last declarations of love, and I began our journey to eternity when I bit down on the mark I left on her neck during our final moments of intimacy. As I sit here watching her slip off into the peace before the storm of her rebirth, my mind wanders to the beginning of my rebirth at the hands of this beautiful woman.
Suppose I could describe my life and experiences as a vampire. It would be similar to a raging river meandering along its path toward its final destination in the ocean. But, instead of water, it is filled with bitterness and hate feeding its finality, an ocean of anger.
I cannot help but feel the depth of my bitterness increase ever so slightly as I sit here playing with my food, watching these humans, knowing most of them will grow up taking their gift for granted, not realizing what they have and what I wish I had. Of course, why am I even surprised by these humans' inability to seize and enjoy their lives. Many will graduate from this high school and never move on from this dreary town called Forks, located in the state of Washington.
"There she is, Rosalie," my sister Alice whispers to my right, pulling me from my bitter internal musings. "Here who comes?" I snark at her as I drop my fork and glare across the table. "You know how much I hate when you get mysterious when you read the future!" I continue with a frustrated edge to my voice. One part of my family, Edward and his mate Emmet on my left, stopped what they were doing to stare at her. While Jasper stares at me with a seemingly knowing look on my right.
Alice answers me by mirroring her mate Jasper's look and pointing with her head to a table across the cafeteria from the table my family claimed last year when we first moved to Forks, Washington. As my eyes track across the ocean of humans, they freeze when they meet with the most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen. The moment we make contact, the loudness of the rage that is my mind immediately calms, and all I can do is utter a soft "oh." All sense of time and awareness of my surroundings, including my family, ceases to exist as I gaze at the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my lonely existence. As I continue to stare at her, my beast croons softly and chants what is echoing throughout my mind… "mate."
With a widening of her eyes, my mate realizes I caught her looking, and as her face colors with embarrassment, she ducks her head. I can hear her ask her table who we are. My brother Jasper drowns out her table's response with his happy comment, "you found your mate, Rosalie!" Answering the questioning look on Edward's and Emmet's faces.
"What…really…. that's awesome, Rosalie!" exclaims Emmett.
"What is her name?" I ask Alice without looking at her since my eyes cannot seem to leave my mate's beautiful face.
"Isabella Swan," she answers.
As Edward begins to ask why she came to forks, I drown out my sibling's conversation when I hear her ask the table about me, "who is the beautiful blond one?" she asks with a tremble in her voice. I feel a smirk forming on my face as I can tell she is trying so hard not to look at me by her furtive glances towards me. The blonde girl with a permit smug look on her face quickly wipes the smirk from my face when she harshly responds with, "that's Rosalie, the resident bitch, and ice queen. Trust me; I would stay far away from her if you don't want to be reduced to tears."
Bella's disappointed frown and sad glance towards my table send my mind tumbling and the beast inside me into a near panic, thinking that I will never have a chance with my mate before I even meet her.
"Don't worry," Alice states with confidence when she sees the panic on my face, "I have seen you two meeting this Thursday in your shared English Literature class.
"What will it be…"Edward gasps next to me, and the rest of my question to Alice is quickly forgotten as I quickly whirl to face him with a panicked "what!"
"I can't read her mind," he says, eyes widening in surprise. "Maybe if I try harder," he growls, as his eyes narrow, signaling the effort he was placing on his renewed attempt to read my mate's mind.
Irritation flashed across me as I watch my eldest brother attempt to invade my mate's mind, and as my beast growls within me, I snap out a quick "stop it, Edward, nobody gets to violate my mate….ever." "Only I get to become so intimate with her!" my beast internally muses…and surprisingly, I agree.
"I only wanted to find out more about her for you, and the fact that I can't read concerns me. What if she is dangerous, Rosalie? I care for you and this family too much to stand ideally by…".
The anger that was previously silenced drowns out my brother as it quickly resurges like it was lying, waiting for the force keeping it at bay to drift away. It does not surprise me that my brother's justification for misusing his powers on my mate in the name of the family causes my anger to return.
As I feel my beast screaming at me to end him, I grit my teeth to keep some measure of control, glare at him venomously, and angrily interrupt him, "Take your twisted logic and shove it where the sun does not shine!" "Just because you are my family does not justify using your powers in what is tantamount to raping someone's mind." As I watch Edward flinch away from my anger, seemingly unfazed by my comment, I take a deep breath through my nose, and I can't help but look at her once again.
As I continue to look at her, watching her quietly watching her table mates talk amongst themselves, I whisper firmly to him and myself… "she is not some dangerous animal…she is my mate."
As I get lost in my head, subtly watching my mate across the room, I can't help but wonder what our first interaction will be like during our first meeting three days from. "Almost an eternity from now," my beast internally whimpers. I miss the brief look of pain on Edwards's face, and I miss Emmet placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking his head when he opens his mouth to continue the conversation.
Almost as if she can sense my gaze Isabella quickly glances at me, and as our gazes connect, I raise my right eyebrow at her as if to ask, "are you enjoying the view." I can't help but smirk when she jerks her face back towards the group, and her face turns red from embarrassment. Shifting my gaze away, I catch the Asian girl with glasses… "what was her name again?" look at Isabella inquisitively and surreptitiously, or at least she thinks she is, glance over at my table.
Further attempts to watch my mate is interrupted by the bell, signaling the end of lunch. My awareness of Isabella moving through the cafeteria remains present as I stand as one with my family, throwing away our untouched food as we walk towards the doors, towards my future.