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 2
Calm, peaceful, and quiet!
Several mental states I have never experienced in nearly a century as a vampire and something I cannot remember ever enjoying as a human. But I have been enjoying these new moods since I saw my mate in the cafeteria today. Now I find myself feeling "at peace?" I question while sitting here in my last class of the day.
I stopped giving classes my full attention several decades ago. But currently, I am too lost inside the quiet of my mind to feign paying attention to my math teacher and my surroundings. I think what surprises me the most is the quietness of my beast. Like my anger, the beast inside me, my being, and all my heightened senses have gone silent as if they are stuck in some limbo, trying to make sense of what occurred this afternoon. As if what I believed to be impossible shocked all of the negative emotions into a quiet sort of state.
!Bring!
The unexpected sound of the bell surprises me, causing me to startle and pulverize the pencil in my hand to dust. My eyes widen in surprise over something that has not occurred during my newborn days. A phase where I had limited to no control over my feelings and actions as I fought and learned to dominate the beast. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts about a time I don't particularly appreciate remembering, I glance around the room to make sure none of the obnoxious humans saw what occurred. Unsurprisingly, I see one staring at the side of my face.
Pivoting my body around, I turn and stare at him with the look of contempt I reserve for the school and pesky humans. His face pales, and he looks away, and I can't help the predatory smirk that crosses my face. While most humans' fight-or-flight instincts keep them from interacting with their natural predators, some can overcome their instincts enough to approach. Some are just broken and incapable of recognizing the dangers surrounding them. Regardless of their lack of mental faculties, no human has survived my frosty exterior or my venomous mouth long enough to develop an unwanted connection.
After scaring off what seems like the millionth human, I stand up and gather my books and materials for Monday's last class. Exiting the class, I begin walking down the hallway filled with humans, the clack of my heels signaling to all I am coming down the hall, and the humans part around me to avoid the unknown danger. Reaching the doors leading out to the parking lot, I step outside and momentarily pause at the bottom of the steps, closing my eyes and allowing my senses to soak up the freedom from the stale air and the smells of my prey.
"Teenage humans, yuck," I think with a shudder.
Opening my eyes, I spot my siblings waiting for me expectantly by our two cars. Edward and his mate Emmett are waiting by his grey Volvo sedan, and Alice and Jasper are waiting by my red BMW. Both parked at the back left side of the parking lot, in the two spots closest to the exit. As I sense most of the students getting ready to explode out of the school, I set off towards my car.
The porous pavement muffled the sounds of my heels as I walked briskly to avoid the humans. Suddenly, a slight breeze blows across my back, and a smell hits my nose. A scent that makes my body tremble in desire and causes all my senses to pay attention to its source. I momentarily pause, scanning for the source, and my eyes land on my mate walking ahead of the crowd towards the other vehicles with her new group of friends.
My eyes widen at her smell, a smell that causes a series of actions within me. The first is a sense of need for her, and the second is my venom pooling with desire in not just my mouth. As my body fills with this demand for my mate, my beast howls, "mine…claim...mate…mine." With an internal growl, I look away from my mate and reign my beast in, "now is not the time to claim her," I growl at my beast. "Our time will come once I can show her we belong together…forever," I think to my beast. My beast surges again at my thoughts, "mine…claim...mate…mine," it screams.
With a surprising amount of difficulty, I push my beast back down. "It's a good thing I did not smell my mate when I saw her this afternoon," I internally muse, "Lord knows if I would have been able to control." Shuddering at the mere thought of harming my mate as my beast whines, begging me to pin her against the nearest vehicle and mark every inch of her body, I restart my trek towards my siblings. All of them have a smirk on their face, and I send a withering glare at them, causing all of them except Alice to hide their smiles behind their hands. With a growl at their unsuccessful attempt, their shoulders begin to shake with barely restrained laughter.
Reaching my car's driver's side door, I open my mouth to send a scathing retort at my siblings. But my mate's voice stops me short. "How does she walk so gracefully in those high heels on this gravelly pavement?" She asks her friends.
My mouth snaps shut, and a wonderful smile spreads on my face. Ignoring the squeal from Alice and a new round of chuckles from the rest of my siblings, I open the door of my car and enter it, closing the door carefully to avoid damaging its beauty.
I snort as my family members are brought back to reality by the sound of the door. With speeds edging on impossible, my siblings quickly get into their respective cars, and I quickly start my car and gun it out of the parking lot with Edward following me closely in his car.
Alice, Jasper, and I jump out of my car thirty minutes later as Edward pulls up next to me in front of the opened four-car garage. "You are lucky grandma over here was not driving, or else we would have beat you home, Rosalie," Emmett jokingly says as he runs up to me.
Seemingly ignoring him, I walk into the garage and up to the door leading into the house's entryway. As I open the door, I pause and look back at my siblings lined up behind me, and I can't help but quirk my eyebrow at Emmett and say, "I did not know you were such a fan of old man balls, dear brother!" I quickly step through and close the door on them as Emmett's mouth drops in surprise while the rest burst out in laughter.
Speeding down the entranceway, I quickly move up the stairs smirking at Esme as she goes down the stairs passing a quick "hello darling" in between her laughter. Reaching my room, I close the door as I enter the room, closing off the rest of the world to my sanctuary. A place no other vampire can enter without my permission, "unless it's her," my subconscious muses.
As I start removing my heels, I think about what it would be like to have my mate sharing my space… "no…our space," I think as I place my heels in my closet. As I think about the wonderful things we could do in our space, I quickly strip off my clothes and change into my once white tank-top shirt and mechanic jeans. Both are covered in stains from many days spent working on the cars in the garage. Pausing in front of the mirror by my desk, I grab the blue bandana, one of many hanging on my full-body mirror, and I stare at myself as I wrap it up into my hair.
"Would she find me beautiful now, dressed in these messy clothes? Would she want to come to join me?" I wonder. With a quick snort, I shake my head at my ridiculous thoughts. "Of course, she would find me beautiful and want to follow me everywhere. I am the most beautiful creature on the planet. Vampires and humans alike fall over themselves to earn my presence," I haughtily muse.
With one last glance at my appearance, I stride out of my room, down the hall and the stairs. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I step into the living room entrance intending to tell Esme that I will be spending the night in the garage so I can start to process what happened today. But I stop at the entrance when I see my entire family, including Carlisle standing amongst them, "Carlisle, you normally don't get home for another couple of hours," I say to him, "Is everything okay?" I ask him with a look of concern.
Instead of answering me, he smiles at me, and with a startling realization, I notice the rest of my family all standing in a semi-circle with varying looks of happiness on their faces. With a frown, I ask the room, "What is going on?" Uncomfortable with the overwhelming amount of positive feelings direct at me.
"What is going on? She asks," Emmett laughingly says at Edward while he ducks his face into Emmett's shoulder to hide his smile. Alice just giggles and grasps Jasper's hand, who says with a smile, "What is going on is we are talking about how you found your mate, Rosalie!" A sob to my left causes me to jerk my head towards its source, only to see Esme standing there with her mates, my maker, left arm wrapped around her shoulder in comfort.
"Esme?" I question with a quiver in my voice as I step toward her. "You found your mate," she hiccups, eyes tearing up with venom in happiness. As the tears begin to streak down her face as she gazes at me, I feel my eyes fill, and the peace I have been feeling all day suddenly explodes into a chaos of emotions. Emotions that crash into me with a crescendo of happiness, fear, excitement, worry...and so many others. All of which twist and swirl into a raging storm of undecipherable feelings that causes my chest to tighten and weigh down with panic.
As if she senses the emotions, Esme steps out from under her mate and towards me with her hand reaching out. As she approaches me, I can't help but take a step back, head lowered away from her gaze and arms wrapped around my middle. Not away from her, but away from the panic and weight of the emotions that would follow her, emotions that I am not ready to face.
"Will I ever be?" I question.
As she hesitantly takes another step towards me with eyes so full of emotions I cannot interpret, Carlisle steps up and wraps his arm around Esme, comforting her or protecting me, I am not sure. But I take another step back towards my garage, away from the overwhelming feelings.
"I am sorry," I choke out to her and my family. I take another step back and pivot around on my heels so I can't see them and their happiness. A feeling that is so foreign to me, an emotion that I once again soured into an emotion I am familiar with…sadness. With a herculean effort, I leave my family in the living room and run away into the garage, sealing everything out when I close the door and lean my back against it to ensure nothing can follow.
I'll never know whether I stood there for minutes or hours, but I don't step away from the door until I hear my family separate into their rooms. Emotions continue to weigh me down as I make my way up to the covered frame of a car on the far side of the garage. A car and a portion of the garage I have not entered in a long time, if ever.
The first tear doesn't fall until I take the cover off to reveal a carcass of a vehicle, nothing but a bent-up frame sitting on a set of rusty axles. All of the emotions begging to be processed don't surface from the raging storm until I pick up the first tool, and the tears don't begin to fall until I start to work.
A/N: Thank you for all the follows. I really enjoyed seeing them!
And don't worry Blue-Portrait…I will continue the story. I have a bi-weekly schedule for reviewing, re-editing, and tweaking what I have already written so I can post a new chapter no later than every other Friday.
One thing I have never understood about the vampires in Twilight was their inability to produce tears. Another thing I never understood about general vampire lore was the focus on having to stake them in the heart to kill them. One, a stake to the heart would kill anyone, and two, their heart doesn't beat. It serves no purpose in their continued existence, just like their digestion system. Beheading and fire should be the only way to end one.
Until next time!
