Having vampires around wasn't a new or unique experience for Rosanna. After all, most of her family consisted of them. But these vampires were different. They didn't feed the same way she and her family did. If they needed blood, they took it from a human. Rosanna was intrigued by this notion, her family never mentioned this alternative before and she was surprised at the fact that it was the norm in the Vampire World whilst her family's diet was considered unusual. 'Vegetarians' was an expression thrown around a lot and by the looks of it only one other coven actually took their food the same way. Rosanna wondered what it was like to drink from a human. If it was natural, then why didn't the Cullen's do it too? Perhaps it was simply a lifestyle preference, the same as a human vegetarian but Rosanna couldn't help but feel like it was more when she asked her Dad to explain it to her. He was quite passionate, she could feel the emotion radiating off of him in waves and it seemed as though her Dad clung to this feeling as often as he could whenever the topic of their diet came up.
Another point of interest was the La Push werewolf packs. Rosanna made a strict point to never eavesdrop on adult conversations. It was terribly impolite and the little girl prided herself on her manners. However, it simply couldn't be counted as her fault if the adults insisted on talking about these things whilst she was in the same room as they. If the conversation was meant to be private, Rosanna was sure she would be removed and told to go play. This phrase frustrated her. 'Go Play.' She may only be a month old but she was no baby! Rosanna was perfectly capable of understanding such complex topics like the multitude of vampires triggering the wolf transformations. Not that she understood why it mattered so much. She had seen her sister's dog, Jacob, coming back to the house after a full day of training the new pups to control themselves. Sometimes he had lines of exhaustion on his youthful face. Rosanna supposed that training dogs did take up a lot of one's energy. Her Guide to Training Dogs was very informative on that point though when she brought up the subject with Jacob he gave her a funny look, brushed her off and told her it was 'Not the Same.'
When two new vampires showed up, Rosanna was excited. These vampires looked strange. Their skin appeared papery, their eyes were covered in milky-white film and they seemed to float when they walked. None of these characteristics appeared to hinder them in any way and the two seemed just as fast and strong, if not more so, than the rest. They could be quite obnoxious though, with their lust for revenge against these Volturi that made deep emotions flow from their beings and into her skin. Dark emotions tinged with centuries of bitter hate. It made the little girl shiver and shudder at the same time.
Rosanna would have to say that Garrett was her favorite. His easy-going nature and weird sense of humor made him pleasant to be around. He was one of the only ones here that didn't have an intimidating or dark aura and ever since the adults came back from helping Momma exercise her gift, she felt the most powerful emotion she had ever experienced wash over her and send tingles through her skin. It was most potent when he looked over at one of her new Aunts from the Denali Coven, Tanya, and the little girl basked in it every time they were near.
These Volturi that made her family, and the rest of the vampire's so anxious, intrigued her greatly. What kind of power did they have to have that could withstand Momma, Dad, Grandpa Carlisle, and even Uncle Emmett? Whatever it was, it sent a chill rolling down her little spine whenever she thought about it. Would the Volturi be like the Romanians who pretty much radiated the echoes of the power they held in the past and desire to squish her and her family like insignificant little bugs? Rosanna simply would not let them. She would not let any harm come especially to Renesmee. Her sister was so innocent, more so than Rosanna though she couldn't understand why since they were practically the same in age and most especially appearance. She would protect them though. She would stand in front of all of the Volturi and make them go away with every ounce of power she could muster. Momma wasn't the only one training.
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"It's creepy." Jacob Black said to the gathering at large. Everyone was sat in the Cullen's Library, barring the Twins who had been put down for a brief nap.
"Jake, don't be so judgmental." Bella pleaded to her best friend. "It isn't that bad."
"It is what it is. Rosanna is weird, she sits up on the rooftop all day like a little gargoyle and watches everyone come and go. You can't hear her breath or anything." Jacob said.
"Careful Mutt, that's my daughter you're talking about." Edward growled in annoyance. Before Jacob could retort, Garrett spoke up.
"She does seem like a strange one though. I've never seen anyone read so fast, she has probably gone through half of this library by now." He said, only exaggerating a little. Then as an afterthought, "Not that I've seen many less than a year old who could read…"
"She is quite intelligent." Carlisle smiled proudly to the room. "She is fascinated by my Medical Profession although she seems to only have a knack for jargon rather than the actual practice." He grimaced at a memory and Edward mimicked him sympathetically.
"I bet that was hard to wash out of your coat." He said and Carlisle sighed.
"She also seems to have a habit of clinging to your leg Garrett." Benjamin of the Egyptian Coven said with a humorous smile.
"Yes, she becomes persistent and it's hard to get her off…"
"She's an empath yes?" One of the Romanians, Stephan, spoke up from his corner. "She probably likes your aura."
"Yes." Edward murmured, "That might be it."
"Anyways." Esme steered everyone back on topic. "Do we have everything ready? After the Holiday's things should pick up as the weather grows colder. We need to make sure we are prepared…."
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Christmas was a great holiday. Rosanna knew this as fact and not opinion. Any holiday spent with her Grandpa Charlie was great, especially when he gave her gifts. The shiny, blue-violet marble was a particular favorite of hers. Rosanna was a collector of strange objects and unusual skills. This meant that she was the easiest person to buy gifts for since could literally gift her with a wax candlestick and she's be ridiculously delighted. This was somewhat of a relief for her Grandpa Charlie who was never much good in the gift-giving department anyway. From Grandpa Carlisle she received new boots, knee high and black with the laces running up the front. From Jacob she received a new set of crayons, the kind with not only the basic colors but every color in between as well. He seemed happy about the painting she had done of him and Renesmee stood on a cliff in La Push, looking down over the ocean. From Momma she and Renesmee received identical lockets proclaiming her fierce love for them and the promise that she would sacrifice herself, just for them. She watched her sister and mother embrace for a moment before staring down at the necklace in her hand with a curious gaze. She could feel the emotion embedded in it from the moment her Momma laid her hands on it. It was fear.
