Twilight and all of its characters belong to Stephanie Myers.
How Bella and Rosalie's first met continued.
"What are you? " Bella asks again
"I'm a VAMPIRE!" I shout angrily. I am beyond the breaking point. Alice's inquiries and the smell that is building up in the suv makes me feel dizzy with aggression. She already knew that I can growl inhumanly at her smell. She saw and/or felt me break the tree with a move that could have paralyzed her. I roll down the window and allow the breeze to calm me.
As I watch the trees fly by the anger continues to boil. Suddenly I'm reminded of Carlisle's house in Forks, Washington. I was planning on getting a hotel in Port Angeles, but a private home in Forks would be much more accommodating. Carlisle purchased the mansion right after Emmett joined the family. Carlisle, Esme, Edward, and Irina stayed there for a while. I remember Emmett telling me about a smaller love shack Esme built him and Irina behind the mansion. The best part of this plan is that Alice wouldn't know where I was. Edward tends to hunt far away from the group so he has less to concentrate on. The mind reader wouldn't be able to affect my plan as quickly.
Driving through Port Angeles I hear Bella's stomach growl. I look over to her for the first time in a while and realize she is sleeping. She looks peaceful with her eyes drawn softly together. I didn't realize how stressed she looked before. I feel a deep twinge of regret for pulling her out of her peaceful world. She must have a very scared family. She has been away for over an hour. I begin to wonder what she was doing in the park. I wonder if she always looks this elegant or if there was a special occasion. She's wearing designer slacks and long sleeve blouse. The deep blue of the V-neck top insinuates her beautiful creamy skin. I take another deep breath out the window and try to concentrate again. I pull into the drive thru of a popular fast food restaurant.
You don't know who she is or what you've done!_Alice
"Isabella" I say gently while placing a light hand on her shoulder. My voice had been loud enough to pull her from sleep but I truly couldn't resist touching her. My hand lingers there after her eyes open swiftly.
"Are you hungry?" She looks around as if to assess the situation.
"I don't have my wallet" She warns feebly. I pull my hand back to the steering wheel.
"What do you want?" I ask, pulling up to the speaker.
"A chicken salad" she says quickly.
I order her salad and give her permission to eat in the truck. I feel eager to get back on the road to Forks. She begins eating as lady like as possible. But I can see that she is physically holding back. Once I've left my eyes on the road for an extended amount of time I see her really digging in, out the corner of my eye. I turn to her again but she doesn't slow any.
"When was the last time you ate, Isabella?" I ask. I'm unsure if this speed is normal or not. Humans on TV tend to eat slower.
"A couple days, I have been a little stressed." She says after finishing her mouth full. "I haven't got much sleep either.
"Why?" I can't resist asking. She looks out her window with a frown, and then brings her attention back to me. She locks eyes with me and I look away amazed at her simple action.
"You don't have to tell me. You would only be subjecting yourself to more victimizing." I say embarrassed by my self-consciousness.
"You're so beautiful." She says shocking me once more. I look at her face to see seriousness. Then look back to the road. After a moment all I hear is her heart beat and slow chewing. She finishes her food about thirty minutes outside Forks. We both go back to staring into the deep, green forest. I start to think of how these tall pines can't compare to my red alder.
When we arrive in Forks there is not a lot of fanfare. The town looks sleepy. I make it to the library about ten minutes before it closed. I needed to look up the Cullen property. I had no idea where it was. Once I saw the property layout, I mentally prepared a plan around the back so Bella wouldn't know there was a larger house nearby. She didn't understand why we were there. After a couple of strange looks, I walked Bella back out to the car. I made a much shorter stop at the Weber's outfitters to get some 'hiking' supplies. I got two sleeping bags, dehydrated food, two gallons of water, biodegradable toilet paper, two lanterns, two sets of hiking boots, and some rope.
"What are we doing?" She asks when we are back on the road. I don't answer. I'm still unsure of what to tell her. I don't want to see the fear, hurt, confusion, and vile look in her eyes.
"Where are we going?" She asks. I remember the last time she continued to ask the same question. I didn't want to get as frustrated so I answered simply.
"…..Home"
We drive about a mile down the three mile long drive way. I grab the duffle bag full of supplies and walked to the passenger side of the truck.
"I'll have to carry you from here." I saw apprehensively. She looks at my face with a questioning expression.
"What do you mean carry? How far will we have to go?" She asks disbelieving.
"Don't you remember what I told you earlier? I would have no problem carrying you 100 miles if I had too." I try to explain.
She hops out of the vehicle and I turn facing away from her. I move cautiously, so as to not scare her, up on my back. Her arms come to rest naturally around my shoulders. I grip her calves gently as I say "You might want to close your eyes and hold on tighter".
I start to run and let my body go for longer than necessary. I run farther than I have to so Bella thinks we are too far out to try to escape. When I see the cottage I am pleasantly surprised. The forest has grown up around it, but it only adds to the beauty. I set Bella down about twenty feet away.
She gasps as she stares into the forest. It literally looks as if the earth was made with the cottage sitting right here. There are a wall of trees and bushes on each side. But the cobble stone cottage looks warm and inviting. The late summer air has turned chilly and it starts to drizzle lightly. I look over Bella who is now about ten feet away from me. I know killing her is out of the question. But letting her return to society would seriously endanger my family. The only thing I know to do is keep her here until I think of anything better.
I look for a key under rocks and old flower pots, but come up short. I then go to the front window and force it up. The front room is open with a fire place and an empty built in book shelf. The one couch is covered by a sheet. I pull it off before Bella comes in because of the dust. There is surprisingly little of it. I open the front door for my new house guest and set the white sheet outside.
"We're going to stay here for a while. To be completely honest I don't know what to do with you. You know too much, and kidnapping is a federal crime." I don't look at her while I give my short speech. "I'm not the only one you see? My family will be really upset too, so I'm hiding myself as much as I am you."
"May I use your restroom?" she asks calmly. I look on stunned once more. She has to be the most inconceivably unnatural human on earth.
"I don't know." I say hoping that these vampires liked to look at a toilet every now and then. I begin to walk to the only door way in the living room. The bedroom is larger and has two doorways. We walk to the open door to see if that is the bathroom.
The bathroom is mostly white with dark blue fixtures. The tube and toilet are a matching style. I dig the toilet paper out the bag and set it on the counter. I look to Bella one last time and walk out.
I the large bedroom is empty with the exception of an especially large California king size bed. The fluffy mattresses are bare. I unroll both sleeping bags over it. The other door is the entrance to a large closet. There is an empty chest of drawers on the far wall. I set a lantern on the floor in the bedroom. I walk back into the living area to dole out the other materials. I bought enough dehydrated food to last two people, for two days. That means Bella had enough food for four days.
"You never told me your name" Bella states wondering back through the petite cottage. She walks around to stand in front of me on the couch.
"Is that what you think about while your peeing Isabella?" I ask looking back to the ingredients on the food package.
"ugh not usually, no. You're really a vampire." Her statements run together in a jumble.
"Yes, speaking of …" I stand and take the climbing rope with me off the couch. "I have to go and hunt Bella. I'm not going to be far, but I don't need you to get any ideas." I show her the rope and she looks apprehensive.
"You're going to tie me up?" She asks looking into my eyes.
"NO!" I say defensively. I walk past Bella and back into the bedroom. "I'm going to tie you down." The human startles me by laughing. I'm not usually one to use sarcasm but with Bella it feels natural.
I tie an unruly knot around Bella's ankle. And then the same type of knot on the rail of the foot of the bed. I turn on the lantern and mentally prepare myself for the goodbyes. It seems harder than it should. I only plan to be gone for half an hour, but leaving seems to be wrong.
"I wouldn't have tried to get away." She says examining the 'shackle'.
"I won't be gone long." I say while setting the jug of water by the bed. I look her up and down and remember she will want more comfortable clothes to sleep in.
Outside the clouds cover the early afternoon sun. I race along and when I get far enough away from the cottage I let my senses take over. Even while drinking a large buck I can see Bella's sleeping face in the back of my mind. The monster in me seems to miss Bella more than any other part.
After finishing my dinner I head to the main house. I have to assert the same amount of force when breaking into this historic looking home. The only clothes left behind by the girls are all old and not comfortable looking. I leave the house in search for a neighbor's home. We passed two houses on the way here. Both houses are newer than the mansion and one happens to be empty. I sneak in and go straight for the bedroom. The women of the house, seems to be much larger than Bella. I take a couple pairs of men's shorts and a couple of V-neck undershirts. I go to the bathroom then and get a bar of soap, moisturizer, and a hair brush.
The cottage came into view quickly after that. I entered the cottage hesitantly.
"Hello" Bella calls from the bedroom. I walk to the back room and present Bella with the newly stolen gifts.
"You really should tell me your name you know. I would be able to thank you properly." I laugh out loud at the thought of her thanking me for the stolen goods. It would be like her thanking me for tying her down to a bed post. She looks at me seriously from her position on the bed.
"There is no need to thank me Bella." I free her from the ropes. "My name is Rosalie."
"Do you have the time?" she asked looking anxious.
"It's 6:09" I say after peaking at my cell phone. She moves to the jugs and takes a long swig. Then unthinkable crawls back up the bed and lays on her side facing me. I remember her earlier statement about not getting much sleep and decide to leave her be.
On the couch I start to plan the coming days. I would keep Bella alive. I would also keep my family out of this. It was my mess to clean up. They could do without me for another 60 years right? Would I really be able to keep Bella hostage for that long? Time pasted quickly with Bella. If I had went straight to the hunting site it would still be morning. I would be miserable too. But now I find myself wondering more about Bella. And I wonder about how exciting the thought of getting to know her more is. Should I let these new feelings take over my mind. They are infectious and I feel something I have never felt since my creation. Hope.
It's after 8pm when Bella rises from her soft slumber. She walks in the room with searching eyes. Once I'm spotted on the couch she then speaks.
"It's been a long time since I've slept like that." She states coming to stand at the other end of the couch. I gesture for her to sit and she complies.
"You said something about your family earlier. Where are they?" I look around wondering what they were doing now.
"They live in Seattle now. You hungry?" I reply.
"Not now, thanks…... Where did you live before that?"
"Canada."
"So, how does it work the vampire thing? You were clearly out in the daylight. You don't seem to have any coffins here." I'm not sure how to answer her question. There are so many aspects to consider. The question is too broad. My cell also starts to buzz again.
Bella's absence has already been discovered and is under investigation. You have to return her now!_ Alice
"Those are just myths Bella. We don't go out into the sun, but we don't burn under its rays either. What about your family? Where are they?" I ask just as curious as she is.
"My parents died when I was twelve. I've been living with my 'adopted family'" She says this using her fingers to make air quotes. "They are in Seattle also." The room fell silent again. I look over at Bella and guessed her thoughts were with her family too.
I felt guilty for taking her away from an obviously loving adoptive family. But it seemed Bella and I had more in common than I originally thought. She was forced into a family she didn't want in the first place too.
The summer air is colder in Forks than in Seattle. Bella goes to the restroom with the new supplies and the jug of water. She comes out in a pair of the new clothes. Her face no longer holds the offensive makeup. Her skin is beautiful and milky. Her legs are the same milky tone and femininely skinny. She sits back down on the bed and looks at me for a bit longer.
"Who is your adoptive family Bella? They are probably looking for you by now." I say trying to get more information to explain what Alice meant earlier by not knowing who she is.
"The Newtons. Governor Newton's family to be more exact." Her words suddenly took me back to our walk to the truck and the newspaper salesmen. "I don't want to go back Rosalie." She says weakly. I look over her nervous features and the realization of what I have done hits me.
"How old are you Bella?" I ask calmly.
"Eighteen." She fiddles with the hem of her t-shirt awkwardly.
"What were you dressed for earlier?" I ask trying to coax out the rest of the story.
"I guess I should go ahead and tell you everything. Im Isabella Swan as you know already. But when I was twelve my parents passed in a horrible auto accident. My father worked for Governor Newton before he was governor. He owned most of Seattle then though. He in short brought me up for his son Mike Newton. We were to marry today at 2 o'clock. But I stole away after they did my hair and makeup to get some air. I never wanted to marry Mike but the Newtons were all I had left. They were kind to me and put me through the best private schools. Even before my parents passed Governor Newton took a special interest in me."
"He met me when I was 5 after giving my father a lift home from work. After that he dropped in randomly with special girts. Usually they were beautiful dresses that my Mom Renee put me in for church on Sundays. We all went to the same church, and I would always be saved a seat next to Mike."
I sunk my shoulders and felt scared for Bella. I certainly didn't know what to do with her now.
"I haven't been sleeping or eating because of my nerves. I kept trying to think of a way to back out before it was too late. But I could never find a good reason not to marry Mike. He has always been respectful. Then suddenly it was too late and I felt like I couldn't breathe."
"So you went to my tree." I answered
"Your tree?"
"Well yes, more so than anyone else's"
"Governor Newton planted that tree for me on my eighth birthday. I was really into global warming back then." Bella says with a gentle laugh. I have to laugh too. The whole situation is just so ironic. "He owns most of the people in that god forsaken city. He had no trouble bribing the Park officials."
"Well you need more rest, and I need to make a call." I say rising and going over to the door.
I hope to have to have more up soon.
