It's... Rosalie! I wonder who guessed right...
Rosalie's POV
When I heard that Esme and Carlisle were thinking about adoption, I was ecstatic. I really hoped that they would get a little girl or boy, one that would love me, and I would love back. Me and Alice were talking vampire-speed about what sort of baby grows we could get him or her, when Alice's eyes glazed over.
"Alice?" I asked, waving a hand across her face, and finally her eyes focused again. She wore a look of mild disappointment.
"It's not going to be a little kid, Carlisle and Esme think that it would be better to get someone who wouldn't be wanted, and that no one can find a place for. They think it would be best, so we wouldn't be depriving a child of a normal, human life." Alice said, and my face fell.
"Who will they be adopting then?" I asked her, and she smiled.
"A girl called Sara. She's twelve years old, light brown eyes and a baby-shaped face with chest-length honey-blonde hair. She's really pretty; I don't know why anyone wouldn't want to foster her." Alice told me. My face fell further when Alice said she was really pretty, and my bitch instincts kicked in. Would she be prettier than me? No, no one was prettier than me I thought to myself flicking a lock of my beautiful blonde hair over my shoulder.
"Self-obsessed, spoiled brat." Edward muttered to himself. How dare he insult me! Well, at least I wasn't Larry-no-mates. I grinned to myself, knowing he heard that. I was upset that the child wouldn't be little, but I understood why.
Finally the moment came when Esme called up to us, announcing officially that Sara was here. Of course, with a mixture of Edward, Alice and vampire gifts, we all knew already. I started gliding down the stairs, Emmett's arm firm around my waist, and was ready for her heart to start pumping quickly; symbolising that she was taking a hit on her self confidence, but it never came. In fact, I couldn't hear her heart at all. It was… hollow. Did she have a heart? I looked up, and a honey-blonde beauty was looking back at me. I found that I was taking a hit on my self confidence. Her hair was beautifully long and flowing; she had donned a side parting, and a plain, peasant-style blouse and a long skirt. She was prettier than me! I huffed, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Edward laughing. That prick. He'd better be careful or I'd burn his beloved Aston Martin. I smiled. That had shut the idiot up.
Finally she had fallen asleep, and Emmett and I got onto our… erm… nightly activities. He was kissing me passionately, when I heard the light footsteps of Sara trailing down the stairs. Curious as to what she was doing, I followed, Emmett at my side, and I saw everyone else doing the same. We all wore the same look of confusion, when, like a spell broken, we all started chasing her, but gasped when she leapt over the river, and the boundary line.
"No!" Esme said, and started dry-sobbing onto Carlisle's shoulder. Everyone positioned themselves along the treaty line, waiting for her to return, when Carlisle spotted a big black wolf- Sam. The leader. He growled, then disappeared, only to return wearing only a pair of cut-off jeans.
"What do you want, Cullens?" Sam asked, his face pulled into a scowl. I'm sure I mirrored the same look back to him.
"Our foster daughter seems to have crossed the treaty line. Have you seen any little girls come across lately?" Carlisle asked, always the gentleman.
"A vampire crossed the line! Why didn't you explain the rules to them!" The dog shouted, but Carlisle interrupted his little rant.
"She's human. Honey-blonde hair and light brown eyes. She looks about fourteen. Her name is Sara." Carlisle explained.
"Yes. We've come across her." The dog said, smirking. "Right now she's asleep next to Seth; he imprinted on her." Sam explained. "Don't worry; we'll send her back at around eight, but at the moment she needs her sleep." The dog said, and I frowned. Can't he just hand her over now? She was causing my family an awful lot of fuss. Wait. Imprinted! Oh my God! That's not good.
"Oh. Thank-you Sam; will you be planning to tell her everything? She doesn't know yet." Carlisle said, and he nodded.
"Seth will tell her when the time is right." He replied, and stalked off. Everyone looked at each other, and ran back to the house. Well. That was an eventful first day.
Sara's POV
I was sitting in my room, a big book on my lap, flicking quickly through the pages. Reading was a novelty to me, because up till recently, Liz had denied me books, because she thought I had some kind of 'problem'. It had really annoyed me, but when I arrived at the Cullen's home, Carlisle had said I could have whatever I wanted to read. I got out a book of mythical beings from the large library, and I swear I saw everyone laughing when Carlisle asked what I got out. I was flicking through it, until I saw an article on Vampires. According to this, they are deathly pale, amazingly fast, strong and have heightened senses, sparkle in the sunlight, and have red or golden eyes, depending on their diet. If they have red eyes, it means they feast on human's blood, I shuddered, and if they have golden eyes, they drain animals. I realised that the Cullens had golden eyes. Could the legend be true? I saw all the logic, they must be true. Smiling, I shut the book, and placed it back onto the shelf.
"Sara! Dinner" Esme shouted from downstairs, and I shuddered. I really didn't fancy throwing up again, and this was the perfect opportunity to.
"I'm not hungry." I replied, and suddenly she was in the doorway, hands on her hips.
"You will eat, even if I have to force-feed you." She scolded, and I frowned. I hoped my sick wouldn't block up their toilet. Reluctantly, I followed her down the stairs, and everyone was in the sitting room, lounged around. There was some lilting music emitting from the music room, beautiful. Esme had the dinner laid down on the table. Luckily, half was vegetables, but the rest was meat, protein, and bread, which most likely I would be seeing again tonight. Carlisle was sitting at the other end of the table, reading a newspaper. Every so often, he would look over the newspaper; glasses perched on the edge of his nose, and look at me, probably checking on me. I picked at the meal, eating all of the vegetables. When I had eaten all my stomach would agree with, I got up.
"No you don't." Carlisle said, and I sighed. "Eat up the protein, it's important for you to get enough nutrition. I sighed, and sat back down, staring at the meal. And then the lilting music stopped, and Edward came into the room.
"Carlisle, can I talk with you for a second?" Edward asked, and Carlisle nodded.
"Of course." He replied, and left to room. Smiling to myself, I grabbed the plate, and tipped the dinner into the bin. No sooner than I had done this, the door opened, revealing Carlisle and Edward. I had been caught red-handed. Crap.
"Why wouldn't you eat the dinner, Sara?" Hew asked, and I sighed.
"Anything other than plain fruits and vegetables make me sick." I replied, probably because I was a freak.
"Oh. Okay. From now on, then, you will have lots of soup." Carlisle said, and I smiled.
"Thank-you!" I said, pleased, and ran over, kissing him on the cheek. He smiled at me, and I skipped upstairs. Finally, something had happened in my favour. I pondered my previous thoughts. Could the Cullens be vampires? Carlisle had been very cold, and I had never seen them eat anything. This was getting suspicious. I glanced out my window; it was getting dark.
"I'm going to bed!" I announced, and I heard a distant 'okay!' from the distance. I changed into my lovely nightdress, and rested in the bed. When finally the sun had set completely, I pulled on a shawl, and tiptoed downstairs, bound for Wolfie. I grabbed an apple to eat, and ran head on into the forest, and leapt over the river. I ran for a little while, and looked around. I couldn't see Wolfie. Disappointment flooded through me, when I heard a loud wolf's cry, very near by. Was that Wolfie? Was he okay? I looked around, and suddenly, there was a figure in the clearing. They walked towards me, and suddenly I noticed the blood red eyes. Like the book described human-drinking vampires. I gasped, and then screamed, running like a madman from this terrifying creature. Suddenly I saw Wolfie, and then the vampire jumped onto my back. I screamed again, and the Wolfie leapt onto the vampire.
"Wolfie! No!" I screamed, terrified for Wolfie. The book described the vampires as almost indestructible. It would kill my first friend. Suddenly, more giant wolves were on top of the vampire, ripping. I screamed as what looked like a finger was thrown at my feet, and I stepped back. The vampire was no more. Wolfie stopped killing the strange creature, and ran towards me, nudging me away, shielding me from the sight. I burst into tears when we got to the spot we had been sitting in yesterday night, and buried my face in his fur. He licked my face, and lay down next to me, comforting me. I sobbed, and finally fell asleep.
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