Rosalie's POV

The beauty of crowds is that you can be surrounded by people, be close to them, feel the heat of their bodies brush against yours as they walk by and still remain unnoticed. But that doesn't happen with the Cullens. It's like the humans gravitate towards us. Well their eyes do but their bodies remain at a safe distance. Their deepest instincts perceive us as danger but desire is an instinct too and at times desire overcomes survival. Who would have thought that humans would desire what was made to kill them. A delicate dance between predator and prey. You're curious but you're weary. You're a moth and I'm your flame. Move closer and burn.

Tiger Tiger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What

dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger Tiger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Tiger and lamb. While one is so innocent the other is vicious. One created for violence the other created for adoration. I scoff at my own musings.

"William Blake"

I was roused from my musings by Edward's voice wafting in from the music room. He had read my thoughts.

"When one has no limit on time the mind does tend to wander off to the most peculiar of subjects Edward" I answer him with a robotic smile and continue. "But yup, the Great Blake. It's a powerful poem."

Edward walks into the living room where I am mindlessly skimming a CAR and Driver magazine while lounging on the sofa.

"Hmmm, yeah it is one of his greatest works. The way he questions the creation of God is almost mythical. It truly is beautiful." He says with a small smile before asking about the rest of the family.

"When are the others coming back from shopping? I'm sure Alice must have tortured Jasper and Emmett enough by now."

As if on cue the front door slammed open and in barged Emmett with a huge shit eating grin on his face followed by a Pixie cursing in Spanish

"NO ME JODAS!" TONTO DEL CULO! Alice was glaring at Emmett's back. He must have really pissed her off to get her to go all "mamacita" on him. That's what Jasper calls her when she goes all Latina on us even though she doesn't have one Spanish bone in her body. Years of learning languages in high school will do that to a vampire.

Speaking of the southern Major, Jasper walked in with an awed look directed towards his wife on his face and dripping wet with what smelt hideously of Mountain Dew.

Emmet tossed a plastic bottle towards me which I caught effortlessly. Yup Mountain Dew.

I quirked an eyebrow, walked towards Emmett and struck him on the back of the head with the same bottle. A resounding SMACK echoed slightly in the room.

"What the hell did you do now?" I asked him with my signature death glare. His grin immediately disappeared and was replaced with a frown.

"I-" He was cut off by Alice's musical voice which at that moment was full of anger and barely restrained violence.

"HE thought it would be funny to shake a bottle of that repulsive concoction in MY CAR and open it all over MY MATE!" she screeched.

I tried not to smirk but dang that was funny. Alice's car was her second baby and I'm sure Emmett must have ruined the lovely leather seats.

"You made me shop for 8 hours straight! I was bored and it wasn't supposed to go on Jazz!" Emmett grumbled while trying to stifle a grin. He looked at me and winked. He soooo did that on purpose. Jasper was an easy target.

"You were bored so you thought you'd ruin my car? With fucking Mountain Dew? We're Vampires you moron so we don't even drink that crap! You..you...BABOON!" She was about to lunge at the big oaf but I caught her around her waist mid leap.

"I'll customise the car for you Alice and fine tune it and kit it up with all the latest gadgets"

She landed gracefully back on to her dancers feet and beamed a mega watt smile at me.

"Really Rose?" she was bouncing with excitement. Alice could never stay mad for long. It was one of the things I loved about her. She was the friendliest of us all but if you ever made her angry then... it was nice knowing you.

"Yup and I'll make Emmett help as repayment for the soda car wash."

"Yay! Oh and Emmett you have to be my slave for the week and I suggest you take up the job with no argument" She gave me a peck on the cheek and a final glare towards Emmett before skipping over to her husband, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the stairs. "Jazzy let's get you cleaned up"

As the couple left Edward looked at Emmett and whispered lowly so no one but us three could hear. "You're going to put a dead mouse in one of her shopping bags?" He must have read Emmy's mind.

Emmett nodded with a gleeful look on his childish face. Dimples on full display and golden eyes sparkling with mischief.

"But she's psychic you big lug, she'll know" I pointed out to him with look of disbelief. Really Emmett?

"Nah ah ah I keep changing my mind about what to put in her bag. I haven't put it yet. I need to get the bags from the car since she made me her slave for the week"

This was not going to end well.

The night had gone by rather uneventfully and a new day had just begun. Sunday mornings were refreshing. I was in the garage doing up Alice's car. If Edward was a maestro on the piano then I was a master of all things mechanical. If he could compose a heart wrenching piece then I could make a metal beast purr in exhilaration. Who said that music is purely the form of instruments? Music is all around, even in the simplest of things. Everyone hears music in something. To me the sound of an engine is music.

The garage is my safe haven. The place where I go and just be. You can be surrounded by dozens of people and still feel all alone. The garage is where I embrace that loneliness and pour it into the metal beasts stationed within it. For me assembling and rearranging them is cathartic.

It was 7.30am and I had just finished removing the interior of Alice's car when a sense of warmth flew through my body. It was like a white hot glow caressing my body from the top of my head to the end of my toes. The warmth it emitted didn't burn. It wasn't like the venom fire it was actually so pleasant that I had to bite my lower lip and stifle a moan. The warmth seemed to do a U-turn from my feet and flowed back into my body and stopped at to the left of my chest where it settled. Right over my useless heart. A slight tug at the organ made me look at my car. My V12 vantage was parked proudly at the centre of the garage. What the fuck was that?! A feeling deep within me was telling me to jump into that car and drive. It was almost like urge. A need. It felt as though if I didn't get in that car I would regret it deeply.

I guessed a drive wouldn't hurt, It'd be more pleasurable than hurtful since I loved my car. I don't get to drive my car much due to it looking slightly arrogant amongst the more modest cars usually parked in the student car park at Forks High school.

Unable to shake of the warm and persistent feeling I hopped into my vantage and drove.

Forks is beautiful in its own right. It's rustic and an untainted beauty where nature has been untouched in some more secluded places. Every time my mind thought to make a left or right turn the tug at my heart would tell me no. It was like my own GPS with an unknown destination. I was doing at least 90 miles an hour. The roads of forks were slightly deserted since it was a Sunday and quite early. I drove down a well known road which leads to the few stores that were located within Forks. A lone figure was walking ahead. A girl with flowing chestnut hair that reached her mid back. I couldn't see her face since her back was turned to me.

"Pssshh no need to wonder about faces I won't be seeing again or be remotely interested in." I thought as I zoomed past her in my car and felt a single phantom beat in my chest. I slowed the car down as I rounded the bend waiting for a repeat of the strange sensation. Nothing. Guess the adrenaline of driving my car after so long was getting to me.

"Sorry for neglecting you Cherry Boom Boom, I promise to take you out of the garage more often" I vowed to my car as I took the route back towards the Cullen mansion ignoring the dimming of the warmth I had felt earlier and also ignoring the pang of sadness it's departure brought.

Another day to go and spend doing nothing. Tomorrow will be a day to spend mindlessly in a place known as hell on earth. Forks fricking high school. Shakespeare was right: Woe is definitely me.