I've never wrote Rosalie's POV before, so I struggled somewhat with this chapter, especially since she's a difficult one, for me anyway, to characterize. Unless you do the simplistic 'vain bitchy one', but I think you have to consider there's more to her than that.
Rosalie
I dialled Edward's number for the twenty-fifth time; after all, as long as I was persistent, he had to answer eventually. I needed him to pick up before everyone else got back.
The Denali clan had left, supposedly to go into the town, but we could all tell they were just giving our family some space. Jasper and Emmett were hunting. Carlisle had taken Esme away from the house to give her some time away from us all, as she had spent the best part of the night simply trying to keep it together for our sake. Alice was still in Forks. This had left me alone in the house.
It hadn't taken me long to decide what to do. I was going to phone Edward and bring an end to this mess. Esme's grief, Carlisle's self-doubt, and, worst of all for me, Emmett's loss of his ingrained happiness and bounciness, slowly disappearing as he missed his brother more and more.
And loathed though I am to admit it, I missed Edward. I never thought I would, but I do. I guess we truly are brother and sister, we annoy the hell out of each, but, though neither of us would ever admit, we love each other too.
And now our family was falling apart without him. All because of some stupid human girl. If she had only had the commonsense to stay away from us to begin with, none of this would have ever happened. Edward would still have been with us, we'd have been in Forks and she would have been alive. I was surprised that I would even consider her life in all this. I even felt a little grief at her death, just a little, but still some all the same. This pleasantly surprised me, I wasn't the completely heartless bitch that Jasper had tried to paint me as during our arguments over whether we should phone Edward or not. Vain and somewhat superficial, I'll readily admit to. I know my own faults. Perhaps, if it hadn't always been my beauty and not my personality, that I was judged based upon, than I would be different. But I am what am I. And I am many things, but heartless wasn't one of them. I loved my family, and that was why I wanted to tell Edward what had happened. It wasn't a need to gloat, like Jasper had suggested. I wanted him home so we could all began the process of moving on that much quicker.
So what if Alice had asked me not to, and Carlisle had agreed with her? Did my opinion not matter? Did I not have a voice in this family? Is what I think just something to be ignored by everyone? Even when I'm right, like now?
For the twenty-fifth time, my call went through to Edward's answer machine. I didn't want to leave a message; even I was more considerate of his feelings than that. Without thinking about it, I hit re-dial. It ring through a few times and than, finally, he answered it.
"What?' he asked tensely. Talk about rude.
"Oh, wow. Edward answered the phone. I feel so honored." I couldn't help my sarcastic reply. After it took twenty-six times for him to answer the phone, would I simple 'hello' have killed him?
I heard the phone hang up. Fine. I'll just keep trying then. You have to listen to me eventually. I dialled his number again.
"Get on with it that." Suddenly I didn't know what to say. I had been so busy focusing on why it was the right decision to tell him, that I hadn't considered what to say.
"I thought you would want to know that Alice is in Forks." I couldn't just come out and say 'Bella's dead'. Much as I had never understood my brother's obsession with the human girl, I knew I had to show at least a little tact. Moronic as it was, he did care for her.
"What?" his voice was flat, emotionless. It scared me slightly. Is that what being without her had done to him? I began doubting what I was doing.
"You know how Alice is – thinks she knows everything. Like you." I chuckled slightly, trying to make a joke and hold off the inevitable end of this conversation. There was a long silence. Was he even listening to me?
"Are you still there, Edward?" He still didn't reply. Talk about rude, Edward.
"Edward? Don't you even care why Alice is there?" I goaded him, hoping for a response.
"Not particularly." I couldn't help but feel slightly smug that my goading had finally got a response out of him.
"Well, of course, she's not exactly breaking the rules. I mean, you only warned us to stay away from Bella, right? The rest of Forks doesn't matter." I trilled a nervous laugh. "So you don't need to be angry at Alice." The last thing this family needs is another argument and more angst.
"Then why did you call me, Rosalie, if not to get Alice in trouble? Why are you bothering me? Ugh!"
"Wait!" I shouted, sensing he was about to hang up. I knew I needed to tell him everything. It had to be better to give him the full truth now, than to tell him pleasant half-lies. He would find out eventually, after all.
"That's not why I called."
"Then why? Tell me quickly, and then leave me alone." He heavily emphasised the last words. No, Edward, I won't leave you alone until you stop tearing our family apart over some human.
"Well…" I hesitated. I still hadn't found the right words.
"Spit it out, Rosalie. You have ten seconds."
"I think you should come home," I said in rush, saying exactly what I thought just so long as it stopped him from hanging up. "I'm tired of Esme grieving and Carlisle never laughing. You should feel ashamed at what you've done to them. Emmett misses you all the time and it's getting on my nerves. You have a family. Grow up and think about something besides yourself."
"Interesting advice, Rosalie. Let me tell you a little story about a pot and a kettle…"How dare he? I wasn't the one who was ripping our family apart, ruining everyone's lives.
"I am thinking about them, unlike you," I snapped at him, indignant at his comment. "Don't you care about hurting Esme, if no one else? She loves you more than the rest of us, and you know that." I knew the idea of Esme's pain would affect him deeply. It was impossible to not care about someone as impossibly loving as our mother. That was part of the reason I had to get him to come home, I couldn't stand watching her hurt. "Come home." Again he didn't answer. Stop messing around, and just agree to come home, Edward.
"I thought once the whole Forks thing was finished, you would get over it."
"Forks was never the problem, Rosalie. Just because Bella has moved to Florida, it doesn't mean I'm able … Look. Rosalie. I really am sorry, but, trust me, it wouldn't make anyone happier if I were there." What was he talking about? I never said Bella moved to Florida? Annoyance filled me as I realised he hadn't picked up what I meant. Now I would have to tell him straight out.
"Um…" I hesitated, still unsure of the words.
"What is it your not telling me, Rosalie? Is Esme all right? Is Carlisle-"
"They're fine. It's just … well, I didn't say that Bella moved." There was more silence on the other end of the phone. He wasn't going to figure this out for himself. I was going to have to say it.
"They didn't want to tell you, but I think that's stupid. The quicker you get over this, the sooner things can go back to normal. Why let you mope around the dark corners of the world when there's no need for it? You can come home now. We can be a family again. It's over." The words were rushed. I was shocked to realise I was offering him an explanation of my decision. Usually, I would never consider having to explain myself to him. You're doing the right thing. You're doing the right thing. I thought about all the reasons I had just given him for my actions. Yes, I was doing the right thing.
Edward still hadn't said anything.
"Edward?"
"I don't understand what you're saying, Rosalie." This is it. I just have to say it. Then all this is over, and he can finally come home to his family. Still I paused for a long time, before I said the words that would fully show him how over it truly was.
"She's dead, Edward." There was more silence on the other end of the phone. I waited for him to say something. 'I'm coming home, Rosalie' preferably, but he didn't. Eventually I felt I had to speak again.
"I'm … sorry." Did I really just apologise to Edward? "You have a right to know, though, I think. Bella …" I paused again, but now he knew there was no need to hold back the details from him, he would have found them out from our thoughts as soon as he got home anyway, "threw herself off a cliff two days ago. Alice saw it, but it was too late to do anything. I think she would have helped, though, broken her word, if there had been time. She went back to do what she could for Charlie. You know she's always cared for him-" My words were cut off when he hung up.
It didn't matter though. He would phone back soon, to say he was coming home, I was sure of it. Then our family could go back to normal, just how I liked it. Just as it was before some human, of all people, came along and messed everything up.
Emmett would cheer up immensely when he heard his brother was coming home, and that thought cheered me up immensely. Smiling as I thought of Emmett's joy at hearing the news that his brother was coming home, I knew I had done the right thing.
So, that was my attempt at Rosalie's POV. I was trying to show the more protective, loyal side of her, while also showing the self-obsessed, temperamental side she's well known for. Did I succeed? I would love to hear your thoughts on my perspective of Rosalie.
The dialogue in this chapter comes from the New Moon Extra 'Rosalie's Phone Call' on Stephenie Meyer's website.
Also if you would like to continue reading Rosalie's POV on the events of New Moon, there is the New Moon Extra 'Miscalculation', which I used for inspiration. It shows Rosalie's reaction to Alice's phone call, which is why I didn't also write about that in this chapter. I wasn't even going to try and attempt to write something better than Stephenie herself.
I was going to provide links to Stephenie Meyer's website, but it won't let me for some reason, but if you want to read them I'm sure you can find it for yourselves.
