Disclaimer: I own nothing Twilight...but you already know that!
Massive thank you to my BETA and good friend Kierra AKA Ktcm. I owe her a lot for her support, inspiration and making my work look pretty.
Big thank you to Karen AKA Jasper's woman for pre-reading and leaving me her fuck-awesome comments.
As you can tell by by the prologue I'm taking a new direction. I've only ever wrote E&B stories. I thought it would be interesting to try concentrate on some of the other characters of my obsession(Twilight).
I hope you all enjoy reading this & please leave me your thoughts in the form of a review :)
Chapter one: We're Watching You.
Rosalie
"I am one good looking bastard," my cocky arsed brother claimed as I walked past him.
My twin, Jasper, was stood slobbering over himself in the giant mirror that hung in the foyer of the house. Bastard...yes...good looking...absolutely not. He reminded me of some fucked up country cowboy. "You make me sick." I shot at him and walloped him round the back of the head.
"Ow, watch the hair Cruella. The hair has to be perfect. I have an image to uphold." He snapped and went back to pouting at himself.
"Oh, what-the-fuck-ever, Jasper. I could pick you up by your feet and use that fucking nest of rats tails to mop the damn floor." I cackled like the witch I am.
"You could but then I would be forced to cut off those fucking golden locks of yours in your sleep."
"Yeah yeah." I rolled my eyes and made my way out to the front of the house to get the mail.
The sun was shining and the air was fresh. Although, I could smell the revulsion of Jasper's aftershave up my nostrils. I swear that douche thought he smelt nice, I wasn't going to be the one to tell him otherwise. We may have shared the same uterus but we certainly weren't like any other twins. Of course I loved him, he was my brother but in the film industry it was a dog eat dog world... or however that saying went. I was an actress, he was actor. We were always in competition with each other.
I stood for a moment on the lawn soaking up the sun. I never really got used to how hot it was in Los Angeles. I had grown up in London, England. It was hardly ever warm back home, the summers were like how the winters are here. I did miss the hustle and bustle of city life living but as soon as I started to get more auditions and parts to play in movies, I was always shooting over here so I decided that I might as well just buy some property and stay here permanently. And of course my brother wasn't far behind me.
I heard the roar of an engine and Jasper drove out from our massive six car garage in his-postbox red-Ferrari.
How fucking cliche...I thought to myself.
"Hey Rose, I'm heading to set. You know some of us have to work around here." I scowled at him. "Don't make that face it'll screw up your Botox." He added.
"Fuck you Jasper. Go tend to your crabs. Fucking man-whore." I flipped him the bird as he sped off in that monstrosity of a car.
"Alice, I really worry about you sometimes. Maybe I'm working you to hard. Do you need a vacation? Or some fucking Prozac?" I asked my schizophrenic PA.
"No time for vacation Rose, no rest for the wicked and certainly no rest for me." She said with finality.
Alice had been my personal assistant for four years. She was literally my saviour; my schedule was never off, everything was always done with pristine timing. Over the years we'd formed a personal relationship as well as a working one. Alice was seemingly my only friend. It was sad, I know but I just didn't have the time for friends. Between filming, promotional tours, premiers and the fuck-ton of other bullshit in between, I hardly had time to wipe my ass, let alone keep friends.
"Okay, I give in. No vacation or meds. How about girls night at mine tonight? Jasper's out on set till tomorrow probably. We could have a few drinks, watch some movies?" I asked. I needed the-pixie looking-woman to have some down time before she had a stroke.
She peered up from her Blackberry. "Yeah, that sounds good. How is Jasper?" Her eyes looked everywhere but at me when she asked that.
"He's still a fucking douche bag. He's stuck up his own ass and he thinks he's God's gift to women. You know I caught him actually salivating over himself in the mirror this morning?" I rolled my eyes. "I don't know why he can't just buy his own fucking house, he makes a copious amount of money filming those bronco-busting westerns. It's ridiculous really." I ranted, sipping my iced tea.
"You should cut him some slack. He is your brother after all." Her eyes plunged back down to her Blackberry. "Anyway, fuck that. You've had about ten invites to different functions all happening on the same day. Let me see," she started tapping away on the phone. "Most are charity events."
"I trust your judgment, you pick one and I'll show up." I said whilst ogling a waiter.
We were dining at a restaurant called 'The Breeze' in downtown LA. It was somewhere I frequented. It had a calming and peaceful aura about the place and the food was exquisite. The waiters added to overall experience. Every guy that worked here was hot as hell and I flirted shamelessly with them.
"I've got to dash, I have some loose ends I need to tie up before I can even think about having a drink. I'll be at yours for around six, I'll let you know if I get held up." Alice got up and kissed the air at each side of my face. "And stop eye fucking the waiters, whore-bag." She whispered close to my ear.
I waved her off and went back to undressing the waiters with my eyes.
"Jasper, you are not going to bang my personal assistant. Alice despises your vain ass anyway. And I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to contract herpes." This was getting ridiculous. All my brother thought about was his next conquest. Well I'll be damned if he's getting his riddled hands on my only friend in the world.
"Ohh, please Rose. I know she wants me. Why didn't you tell me earlier she was coming? I could've rescheduled."
"Go and spread your diseases like wild fire elsewhere. Thought you were working anyway? Why do you have time to call me and blather me with your bullshit?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know I needed a fucking appointment to call my twin. If that's the case why don't just just give me the number to that fine ass PA of yours and I could see if I could make an appointment." I heard him snicker.
"You're an ass, Jasper. Goodbye." I hung up.
I set the phone back down in the holder and headed into the kitchen. I made a few different salad's and a shit load of Jagermeister and red bull which I put in the refrigerator to chill. After that I had a shower and got dressed in a pair of jean shorts, a bikini top with a white blouse over the top. I never bothered with shoes, me and Alice would just be lazing around the pool.
I sat drumming my fingers on the granite work surface in my kitchen. I was never afraid to be alone in my eight bed-roomed, spacious, two million dollar home before I shot my last movie. It was a horror called chain letter where a maniac murdered teenagers if they refused to forward chain mail. I was been absurd but I would never check my emails or post if I was alone now. I knew it would ware off sooner or later. I finally heard a car pulling up outside and then the doorbell rang. I hopped up from the stool and went to answer the door.
I swung the door open to a very happy looking Alice. "Hey sexy tits, show me the alcohol." She chirped and actually grabbed my tits and gave them a firm squeeze.
"Don't touch the tits, bitch. These bad boys cost money." I squatted her dainty hands away.
"Touche much!" She barged through the door and made a b-line straight to the kitchen. "I need to get laid. I know that's random but I feel like I'm going to fucking explode. And this damn heat don't help." She hopped up onto the kitchen counter.
"Christ, Alice. I don't want to know about your dire need for cock. Get a vibrator." I said while grabbing the Jager out the fridge and a couple of glasses from an over head cupboard
"Hmm. I guess I could do that. I don't even own one. Isn't it like some kind of religion for every girl to own at least one vibe?"
I shrugged. "I have the whole of Ann fucking Summers upstairs." I laughed. "I hardly use any of them though. If your that desperate, my brother was saying he wanted to bang you earlier." I snapped my mouth shut and covered it with my hands as soon as the words spewed from my mouth.
Her eyes almost bulged out from their sockets. "Your brother said what?" I ignored her. "Rosalie Hale, what did your brother say?" She asked all serious and this tiny woman scares the shit of me when she's serious.
"He just said that he wanted to fuck you. You know how vial he can be. I told him you hated his ass anyway." I poured two large glasses of my special drink and downed mine in one.
"Why did you tell him I hated him? I don't hate him, if you hadn't noticed I've been trying to get your brothers attention for years. He has finally come to his senses, he finally wants me." She sighed heavily and started to fucking daydream.
"Well I didn't know. It's fucking news to me." I poured another drink and reached for my mail that I grabbed this morning but now Alice is here I'll open it. She was still sat there deep in thought about how to seduce my brother probably. I had some credit card bills, a few junk mail and a hand delivered letter, there was no postage stamp on it. I ripped it open and pulled out the letter. It said...
We're watching you!
The letters were cut out from a newspaper, like you see on the T.V. I was sure my heart had stopped. What the fuck did that mean? Who's watching me? I started to freak the fuck out. Alice was on the phone in seconds after she'd seen the note...to the police I think. When she'd finished she was trying to calm me down but it was no good. By the time the police got there I was an absolute wreck. They promised to carry out a full investigation but said it was probably kids playing a prank. I told them to get the fuck out of my house.
"I need more security. Cameras, guards, the full-fucking-monty." I screamed to Alice who started typing frantically on my laptop, I should never have done that stupid movie.
"I think you should have a bodyguard. Someone who will be there with you at all times." That wasn't a bad idea. I knew I hired her for a reason.
"That's a great idea." I remember Jasper was banging on to me one time about this woman he was shagging. She had a bodyguard, Jasper said he was one mean looking fucker. I need him.
I text Jasper n told him what had happened and that I needed the name of the bodyguard and a number if he had it. Of course my brother didn't let me down, he was still a twat but I knew he loved me as I loved him. He text me the number and I was calling it thirty seconds later.
"Emmett Cullen." A strong, deep voice answered.
"Hello, Mr Cullen. My name is Rosalie Hale. I need a bodyguard and I need the best. I was pointed in your direction. When can you start?" I asked bluntly, I had no time to mess around.
There was silence for about a minute. "I can start right now Miss. Hale. Give me your address and I'll be there within the hour. We can discuss everything then." The man assured me.
I gave him my address and thanked him. I may have been over reacting but I needed protection. Someone was watching me, I didn't believe it was a prank. Well lets see how far they can get with Emmet Cullen, my personal bodyguard at my side.
Thank you for taking time out to read this. Please leave me a little review, and I will see you next week for a piece of Emmett action...hopefully!
Okay so I'm going to start rec'in fics again. One each week with my update. So the first one is...
The Space Between: by KTCM (my beta).
Bella seems to know what she's getting herself into when she meets Edward, who is substantially older than her. Age is just a number, right? The two of them try to navigate their way to happiness despite what others think. Rated M.
Just search author KTCM in the search bar on ffn to find her because you can't put links on here, which is a shame really.
I will hopefully see you all over at the next update, thanks again for reading.