Rose POV
I followed Rosalie and the rest of her friends (possibly family) back to the bronze haired boy's house. Now thinking about him he is super hot. Very similar to Adrian in the looks department, only way hotter. Well would you look at that, I'm acting like a teenage girl fangirling over her favourite artist.
The road to the bronze haired boy's house took countless twists and turns. If I was human and not following the car in front then I would have most likely got lost. The scenery was beautiful though. Definitely a sight for sore eyes.
That though caused me to heave a giant sigh and made my heart ache. It was what Dimitri always said about me. We would tease each other relentlessly about it. Me saying that he was too chessy for his own good and him stating that a man in love could never be too chessy. The pangs of loneliness and despair were coming fewer and further between but they were still there. The love that Dimitri and I shared was pure and true, forgiving and unconditional. That type of love didn't just disappear overnight, only fades through time until it gets to the point where you can go on without the person. It doesn't mean that you don't love them though. I will never fully get over Dimitri. He was my first love. I hope that one day we can be reunited in Heaven or Hell or whatever the bloody afterlife consists of. In the meantime though I will try to enjoy my time on earth for him and for them because they can't.
I don't hold too much hope in finding someone who I will love as much as I do Dimitri. Finding someone who I love more just seems outside the realm of possibility. Besides even if I did find someone I could tolerate, I would be betraying Dimitri and I couldn't do that.
Finally we pulled into a long drive-way in front of one of the most beautiful houses I have ever seen. I took my time to gather my things and slowly stepped out of the car with Blondie and her friends waiting on the porch steps. I reluctantly trudged my way up the steps, the thoughts of Dimitri had thoroughly depressed me and I wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up on the couch whilst watching sappy movies and eating Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough ice cream.
The blond one with lots of scars that I had failed to notice before now due to my wallowing doubled over and appeared to be in an excruciating amount of pain. The bronze haired one followed almost immediately after.
"Jasper's an empathy." Stated the pixie looking girl with a worried look on her face. She then looked from the two hunched over boys to study me with curiosity.
Well that explained things but I wasn't really sure which one was Jasper. The Blonde one or the bronze one? I slammed my shield back up stopping both of them from experiencing the destructive emotions swirling inside of me. They both stoop up straight simultaneously and stood gapping at me with identical looks of shock. It really was quite comical.
"Well don't you know that it's rude to keep your guests waiting?" This was said rather sarcastically with my famous Hathaway smirk present. The bronze haired one gestured for me to entre first, which I did.
I was ushered into a dining room with a large table, big enough to seat 8 people. There was a man sitting at the head if the table and a motherly looking woman beside him who immediately put me at ease.
The man stoop up to greet is all then gestured for everyone to take a seat.
"Let us start with introductions shall we?" He went around the table giving everyone's name and a fact about themselves. First there was himself, Carlisle who was a doctor, Esme the wife of Carlisle who enjoyed interior designing, Alice who demanded to take me shopping when everything was cleared up, Jasper – who turned out to be the blonde one – who was a Major in the war, Rosalie who didn't like me, Emmett who said Rosie was just kidding and finally Edward who said to ignore the pair of them and that he played the piano. This struck my interest as it was something that I had always wanted to learn but never had time to whilst training at the Academy.
I nodded and smiled hoping that maybe if all went well and I made friends rather than enemies, Edward would teach me how to play the piano. Or at the very least, play for me.
"My name is Rosemarie Mazur Hathaway, I am 19 years old and very unsociable," I turned to Rosalie for the ending of my introduction. "I don't like you either."
"Awww you don't like me? Well then I think I'll just go to my room and cry" This girl apparently had a death wish, getting me angry was a very very bad idea. Which I told her.
"Girls" Esme stepped in using her motherly tone. At that moment she reminded me of Olena Belikova that I wanted to cry. The urge was so overwhelming that I had to dig my fingernails into my wrist to resist. Resulting in of course drawing blood.
All the Cullen's seemed to stiffen immediately and all heads snapped to look in my direction with inhuman speed and grace. But I was too far gone to notice. It was like this sometimes; once I stared I couldn't stop. The physical pain manifested my emotional pain making it easier to deal with. Whenever this happened my eyes would turn black as night and I'd go into a trance, only returning when I had dealt with my pain. I felt myself shaking and I began to scream. Bringing my knees up to my chest I look with horror filled eyes to the sea of faces surrounding me. The faces of my dead friends.
Lissa looked at me with pitying eyes. She was the only one who could get away with that, well her and of course Dimitri.
I looked around trying to find him in the sea of faces filling my vision. When I finally found him he did nothing other than stare at me with worry and concern. I started sobbing feeling the searing pain of loosing him all over again. His footsteps were undetectable as he approached my quivering form. Well duh Rose of course his footsteps are silent, he's a freaking ghost!
Did I mention that I have a habit of talking to myself?
Dimitri's hand reached out to stroke my face. I could feel it. I looked at him with my tear-stained face with new tears following the path of those fallen before it. The emotion inside me threatened to consume me. Confusion, agony at loosing my soul mate all over again, pure undiluted terror as a reflection of what was on said soul mates face, and sorrow were to name just a few of the emotions.
"Prepare" was the only word that Dimitri could utter out in his thick emotion filled accent before a tornado like wind-swept them away and returned my vision.
I looked down to find that my clothes were covered in blood from drawing my fingernails repeatedly down my arms.
I looked up and met the shell shocked gazes belonging to the Cullens.