The Untouchable Element
Chapter 7: First Date
Rated: M(For Language and Sexuality)
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight nor am I affiliated with Stephanie Meyer. The ideas behind this story, however, belong to me.
A/N: I'm absolutely grateful you all enjoyed the last chapter. As I promised, here is the next chapter that revolves around their important date. I suffered from writer's block when I wrote this chapter but this is what I came up with. Next chapter will be definitely be MOAR awesome; Leah and Rosalie will confront each other and more Bella/Rosalie awkwardness.
Bella's Point of View:
Rosalie Hale. Her thick, luscious kissable lips were on my mind again. I didn't even believe in God and just the other night, I kissed a vampire. Can you believe that, Bella? You've never been kissed in your entire life and you willingly lock lips with a seductive blood drinker. How unbelievable my life had become overnight! All it took was the seemingly harmless decision to move back in with my father I haven't seen in years only to be thrown into a world where immortals and human beings co-existed peacefully. Now this is the kind of shit that'll get you committed into a mental hospital if you open your mouth but the only difference is that I'm not stupid enough to go around telling everybody what I've seen.
Madness. The insanity that could devour my soul would never be admitted since I believed everything Jacob and Leah told me, everything I read in the book, and Rosalie's confirmation of what she was. Either there was a desperate part of me that implored attention from anybody-no, anything- or I was simply a kindhearted person, I reached out to Rosalie and accepted her for what she was. Sincerity was the only logical characteristic of mine that I understood, and it fit perfectly well when I told her how I felt about it all. It wasn't everyday that one could befriend a vampire that refuses to drink human blood; what are the chances anyway? Of course I was going to take advantage of it at the same time but what was it about me that enticed her? Why would she risk exposing classified information regarding her lifestyle and instantly share it with me?
I wouldn't deem myself as beautiful or special but both Jessica and Rosalie beg to differ. Speaking of which, it was now exceedingly unnerving to be hanging out with just one and not the other. It felt like I was being torn in half when I was around Jessica and Rosalie at the same time though. Their pure hatred for each other could not be converted into anything else, despite my efforts to keep the peace between them. Rosalie was extremely possessive of me but the obnoxious behavior she would display whenever another female walked up to me was just unacceptable! I keep asking what her deal is exactly and she keeps brushing it off, as if there was something else she was too proud or too embarrassed to inform me.
Anyway, whenever I observe myself in front of any available mirror, I just don't see what Rosalie finds fascinating in me. She could be with any gorgeous woman in the world but she chooses the odd, plain Jane, socially challenged girl instead. It would be rude and insecure of me to ask her such ridiculous questions concerning her choices because what should matter is the fact she wanted to be friends with me, in spite of her nature. After that sudden kiss we shared, I selfishly gained feelings of wanting to be more with her, especially after I learned that she had been my personal midnight stalker. Ever since the accident, Rosalie provided an immeasurable amount of security, and I enjoyed the silent company at night.
She never meant to harm me, and it would be a misconstrued idea to think that she would have wanted to inflict trauma bursting into my life this way. Rosalie didn't happen to be the type of vampire who was either a sadist or masochist, otherwise it would have been insulting if she acknowledged the enjoyment of misery. I am eternally grateful that she'd been able to explain her behavior this last week; therefore, I am welcoming her as my friend and hopefully later on as time passes us by, we both can share the same visions of pursuing romance with one another. The butterflies fluttering within my stomach every time I think of that kiss convinced me that Rosalie was interested in me and I wanted to be with someone who wanted me. I just never thought that it could be possible to be involved with a vampire…
Enough with the doubtful thoughts that lurked in my mind! I should be mentally preparing for the date I planned tonight; all I needed was the name of the restaurant Jessica wanted to take Angela and I the night I discovered Rosalie's true nature. All the meanwhile, I couldn't help but suddenly remember Rosalie's incredible yet fearful strength when I struck her with the bat that same night. The moment her face made contact with the supposedly durable aluminum bat Charlie purchased for me, all of my instincts told me that it was her. The pain was very minimal since my forearm healed immediately after Rosalie kissed me, but the noise that had been caused during the violent exchange terrified me.
She was an immortal vampire; a descendant of Satan and a fallen angel turned cannibal. According to Life of the Immortal Vampire, she was capable of running faster than a speeding bullet, her skin was an impenetrable safeguard, and their sexually alluring appearance was a weapon to use against humankind. Anybody who thought that Rosalie wasn't the epitome of classic beauty was an idiot, but of course I'm speaking only for myself. She was absolutely sexy in every possible way, but there was a side to her that other people obviously didn't know about; she was self-doubtful for a powerful creature. The uncertainty she'd been displaying was a small bit of humanity leaking through the pores people are too blind to notice. We each carry our own burdens and flaws, but with Rosalie, it seemed like she was struggling to comprehend her inability to communicate with me freely. There was something else she was failing to tell me and I wanted to know what it was.
My thoughts were interrupted when I felt stirring on the bed so I responded naturally as if this were the sort of thing I would be expecting everyday at 5:30 in the morning. My eyelids forced themselves open and it was still slightly dark outside, dawn approaching fast which told my midnight watcher it was time to leave. Quietly sitting up against my pillows, my arm reached for the lamp and flicked the switch. I found Rosalie sitting on the edge of my bed with a grave, thoughtful expression on her face. Oh no. She wasn't having second thoughts about our date tonight, was she?! Instead of yawning like I usually do, I spoke first. "Rose, is everything alright? What's on your mind?" I ask, my knees pulling themselves closely against my chest. The beautiful blond whisked away a few strands of golden locks away from her face and turned to face me, a small smile replacing the frown that recently alarmed me.
"Good morning, Bella. I was just sitting here comfortably for a moment pondering a few important things regarding our special evening together. Would you mind if I asked you a few questions that requires complete honesty?" She asked, holding out her hand in front of me that suggested I could trust her. Without giving it a second thought, I reached out and found myself being pulled closer to her. She interlaced her fingers with my own as my head settled onto her lap. I was still a bit groggy but she obviously wanted a conversation and I refused to deny her one. It wasn't awkward or anything, but this was an intimate moment that belonged to best friends or lovers; was I either to her already?
"You can ask me anything, Rosalie. Remember, we're in the period of getting to know each other better." I reminded her sleepily, secretly loving the fact how quickly I became comfortable with the temperature of her skin. She sighed but still kept the innocent and content expression on her face. Before speaking again, she placed her free hand underneath my chin and turned my face so that I could look at her. This reminded me of the first time we spoke in the cafeteria not too long ago. Her piercing golden eyes roamed over my face which caused my heart to pick up its pace. "First of all, don't get the wrong idea Bella but are you sure this is what you want? Are you positive that you have no problem with me…watching you at night?" She asked, her incontinent apprehensive questions suddenly annoying me.
I shook my head as I continued gazing into her beautiful, solemn eyes. "Rose, you shouldn't be so unconfident all the time. I told you that you make me feel safe at night and I wouldn't want anything to change that. All you have to do is tell me is the truth; why do you feel the need to do it aside from the fact that your kind doesn't…sleep." I told her. She tensed up as I predicted but didn't look away from me in shame like she had been these past few days. If she demanded honesty from me, I expected the same from her. It was only fair, you know. "I-I can't answer that right now Isabella, but I promise I'll tell you everything that I've been keeping from you tonight. You deserve that much and so much more." She crooned, stroking the side of my face like a lover would when they were positively in love with that person.
I closed my eyes for a moment and enjoyed the feel of her cool fingers dancing up and down my cheek; it felt like a rare breeze caressing me, inciting foreign feelings I couldn't quite recognize. "Bella, I'll come up pick you up at six o'clock this evening. Today, you'll receive a special package from my sister Alice who has bought you a dress you can wear for special events such as this one. She tells me it'll knock everyone dead." She chuckled, her statement stunning me. I shot up from the wonderful position I was in and glared at her unnecessarily. "She bought me a dress? Rosalie, you know I'll make the dress look like shit. Please, you don't have to do all this for me!" I insisted but she only rolled her eyes as a quick response. "You have no idea how truly exquisite you are. Perhaps when you receive the dress and put it on, it'll boost your self-esteem. You should never bet against my sister, and that is something you'll learn in time. Believe me when Alice tells me that you'll look drop, dead gorgeous." Rosalie replied, a sly smile playing with her lips.
I wanted to protest but I refrained from speaking just in case I couldn't contain the sarcastic insults that I didn't want to throw in her face. Of course the offensive comments would be directed at me but I didn't think it was a good idea to lay on the insecurity thickly, especially if tonight would be our first date. Just then, we heard a noise from down the hall and I realized it was Charlie who was barely getting ready to leave the house for work. Rosalie took this as a sign to leave but I wasn't ready to say goodbye just yet, not after the conversation we just had brought us closer together. "I must leave now or else he'll see me performing stunts a normal human being can't do without equipment or visual effects. We'll talk about this later, okay? Just stay out of trouble for now." She tells me, winking at me and planting a soft kiss on my forehead. Wrong target, jackass! My tongue swooped over my neglected, jealous lips as I watched Rosalie leap out of my bedroom window.
Oh how I desired to feel her lips crashing against mine again. Just the thought of being able to kiss her as our tongues fought for dominance was an erotic fantasy all on its own. If any other naughty images followed the kissing scene I keep replaying in the back of my mind, I would die tragically from exploding due to constant internal orgasms. Wait…is that possible!?
---------------------------------------5:45 P.M. Swan Residence------------------------------------
It was such a fine frenzy to have become obsessed over my appearance and it was too late to scold myself for being so hideous. The package the beautiful pixie known as Alice sent contained a very delicate midnight blue dress that flowed down to the very tip of my knee, a beautiful row of tiny ruffled designs dominating the hem of the sexy outfit. She also managed to "guess" my shoe size correctly and added a pair of magnificent blue pumps to match. I must admit the girl had taste but she had no idea how badly I ruined the overall concept of wearing this dress seeing as I'm not exactly feminine like Rosalie. It was supposed to be beautiful but on me, it looked like a blue curtain on some freaky looking albino chick. There's no surprise there but what really caught me off guard when I received the dress was the note she slipped inside.
"Dearest Bella, there are no words to express how scrumptious you'll look wearing this dress. If Rosalie doesn't ravage your innocence while thou don the alluring apparel, perhaps I will. Until we officially meet, I'll count the days until I can unite with my best girlfriend. Have a wonderful date with Rosalie tonight!"After I placed the note on my desk, I wondered in the back of my mind if all vampires were supposed to be this overly-enthused and flirtatious with people they've never met before. I just figured that Rosalie must have exaggerated about me or something and that her sister was just way too eager to meet me. Maybe that's it.
I was applying just a little bit of hairspray on my wavy brown curls that fell gracefully on either side of my head when I heard somebody knocking on the door. My father carefully pushed the door ajar before fully stepping into view when I glanced back at the full body mirror in front of me. "Sorry to interrupt Bella, but your friend Rosalie is here. You girls aren't going clubbing or anything, are you?" He asked, his eyes practically begging to be pulled out of his sockets when he observed the "casual outing" dress I wore. I instinctively smirked at him, nearly mimicking Rosalie's confidence before she met me. "Good, she's early. Well dad, I'm not clubbing. We're just going out to grab a bite to eat and probably catch a movie later tonight." I replied half truthfully, keeping the dirty thoughts of making out with my blond vampire in the back of her car in my mind.
He cleared his throat gruffly and continued staring at me with incredulous eyes. "Is there something else you're not telling me, Bells? You know you can trust me, right?" He asked, his tone attempting to break through the shield I have created for myself. I sighed in frustration and turned away from the mirror. Instead of answering his question, I walked past him and ran down the stairs expecting my date to be waiting empty-handed. Of course, I should always expect the unforeseen but with Rosalie, she was one who offered me a lifetime's worth of surprises. My eyes sought out for a familiar figure but found an extravagant, sophisticated looking woman with golden hair pulled tightly back into an impeccable bun with loose strands of thick hair fallen at the sides. In her hands, she carried a bouquet of assorted roses and handed it carefully to me when I approached her.
We both gawked at each other awkwardly, both of us unknowingly reveling in the presence of one another. I hesitated to say something after a minute but she gathered enough courage first to say something. "Bella, you look so…perfect. That color suits you quite well." She tells me, her jet black eyes scanning my body hungrily. If I didn't know any better, I could tell that she was sexually starved but was forcefully depriving herself until the time was right. Why was I suddenly aroused now? At that exact moment, images of our two nude bodies grinding against each other underneath the moonlight entered my mind, and I swear on my soul, I heard her hiss when she covered her mouth to "sneeze".
"I appreciate the compliment, and I'm absolutely flattered that you think that. But you…Rose, you look so beautiful." I replied, fighting the urges to attack her with desperate, passionate kisses. Who wouldn't lunge themselves at Rosalie Hale when she looked like she did now? She wore an elegant crimson red dress with gorgeous "Fuck Me" red stiletto heels complete with black leggings that unfortunately covered the sexiest legs I've ever laid my eyes on. I've never been on a date before but if she asked me to put out tonight, I would discard any self-preservation I had left in me just for her. "Thank you for your kind words. Are you ready to head out to Port Angeles? If you change your mind about this whole thing, I would understand." She said, her hands itching to come into contact with me.
I shook my head and sauntered towards her, my arms stretching out in front of me as I pulled her into an amorous embrace. Never before had I felt such electricity run through me before, her inhumanly cold skin causing me to shiver satisfactorily against her. "I've been waiting for this perfect moment my whole life. Let's not waste it and have fun, okay? I want to be your friend, remember?" I responded, biting back the three words I've been dying to say forever now; "and your lover." We grudgingly pulled away when Charlie made his way into the living room as he raised a curious eyebrow at the scene that had just unfolded before him. "You two have fun on your date, alright? I don't want to keep you but you're going to have to tell your mother about this as well, Bella. I don't mind at all since you're my daughter and I love you but be honest with Renee."
My jaw dropped to the floor and Rosalie kept staring at me as if she were surprised at my reaction towards Charlie's straight forward words. "T-thank you, dad. I-I promise we'll talk more about this when we get back. I'll be back by 10 o' clock. I love you!" I told him, running into his open arms as he kissed my forehead. "Love you too, kiddo. And by the way, Rosalie, just because you're a girl, it doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. Keep your hands to yourself and we'll get along just fine." He tells her seriously, winking at the both of us when we walked to the front door. He ruined a perfectly amazing moment when he suggested such a terrible thing. I would never want Rosalie to keep her hands off of me…
She held my hand tightly, chuckling at my father's comments before she led me to one of the most expensive cars I'd ever seen up close; an M-9 Convertible. How very subtle. "So what do you think of the car, Bella? Would you mind riding with me to school everyday in this jalopy?" Rosalie asked, her hand resting on the stick shift before we drove away from my home. I could tell she wanted to boast about this car so I'll allow her to ramble on about her pride and joy. "It's very fancy, Rose. It's comfortable, sleek, very fast, and incredibly sexy; just like its owner." I flirted terribly but she found it acceptable and laughed along with me as we drove to the destination I had been meaning to go to the last time I went to Port Angeles.
By the time we arrived, it was still 6 'o clock surprisingly since it was a long one hour drive to and from Port Angeles. I assumed that we had gotten here early due to Rosalie's maniacal driving skills but hey, as long as I was still in one piece, I could never mind the way she chose to drive. She found a decent parking space near the entrance of the expensive but cozy restaurant and shut off the engine, sighing nervously as she laid her forehead on the steering wheel. Worried, I placed a hand on her cold shoulder and soothed it. "We could always do something private together if you're unsure about…coming out in public." I suggested but she instantly dismissed the notion by shaking her head. She licked her lips and closed her eyes for a moment before gathering herself again. "No, I could never be ashamed to be out with you in public. Bella, you're amazing. I-I think I…you know what? Let's just go inside!" She said hurriedly, wasting no time to jump out of the vehicle. It almost offended me that she refused to open up but I knew that she could no longer keep her mouth shut about the issues she'd been working on.
Inside the restaurant, we managed to snag the best table which was conveniently located near the platform where the piano player was supposed to play. He hadn't arrived yet but Rosalie assured me that he was the best musician she personally knew. I trusted her words and we began to chat until a handsome waiter interrupted us and asked for our orders. Little did Rosalie know, she had been receiving a few stares from male admirers that were scattered around the restaurant. I laughed knowing that she hadn't bothered to look around elsewhere, her attention focused intently on me which only made me adore her even more. She was very considerate, and I found this to also be a surprising trait since at first she had given me the impression that she was a heartless bitch.
Now I knew so much better. Rosalie Hale was born into a wealthy family back in 1931, her place of birth in New York City. She'd been engaged once before but refused to comment on the matter; she instead skipped over the important parts and said she was involved in a near fatal accident before her adoptive father Carlisle saved her, turning her into the bloodthirsty fiend she never wanted to be. After learning to become a vegetarian vampire, however, she decided to stay with the Cullens permanently, immediately falling love with each and every one of her siblings since they got along so well. I asked about their friend, Emmett, but she too neglected going into further details about her tight knit friendship with the big bear of a man. Of course, during the entire dinner after I asked a few questions about her life, she assaulted me with various questions regarding my lifestyle and interests.
An hour passed and I finished my meal, patiently awaiting for the piano player to arrive. A man walked up to the platform and headed straight for the microphone, followed by another but I couldn't see his face clearly. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a surprise guest for the evening. Please welcome Mr. Edward Cullen everyone!" His voice boomed excitedly. My eyes widened in shock as I glanced over to Rosalie, whose face was lit up with an emotion I couldn't decode. Her hand reached for my own, and grasped it tightly as she stood the both of us up from the table. Edward already settled into the piano before him but spoke aloud as Rosalie and I made our way up the platform as well. "I composed this piece as a gift to my dear sister Rosalie Hale who has finally fallen in love for the first time. Isabella Swan, I dedicate this to you as well since you inspire such a powerful, raw emotion; I consider the title fitting as Rosalie calls this Bella's Lullaby."
I nearly fainted as I fell into Rosalie's arms weakly, my mind processing the information that was being laid out in front of me. Cautiously placing one hand on my hip and the other one seizing my free hand, she began dancing with me as Edward's fingers played one of the most melodic pieces I've ever heard anyone play on a piano before. I felt Rosalie's soul poring itself out of her eyes and into mine as if she wanted us to connect internally. "I didn't know any other way of telling you how I truly feel about you, Bella. The moment our eyes first met, that's when I knew I fell in love with you. You may not believe in love at first sight, but considering how unique, mysterious, and beautiful you are, I do. I love you, Bella." She told me brusquely, her hand roaming the lower part of my back gently.
Tears were forming behind my eyes as I was struck speechless. Three words I never thought of hearing from anybody else besides family were said to me directly and with brute force. During the period we had spent trying to get to know each other, Rosalie was a hopeless romantic. She'd been too ashamed to admit her strong feelings for me so she was distant in that sense, but tonight she let me know what she'd been feeling. "It may be hard for you to comprehend Bella, but your blood sings to me in a way where I don't want to hurt you, but protect you. When vampires find their soul mate, they'll know instantly when they physically touch. They are able to feel their partner's pulse, which humans can't feel, but vampire mates can. With me, however, it's your blood that drew me to you. You were meant for me, Isabella." She purred, her soft hand stroking the side of my face as she pulled me closer to her.
I couldn't think of anything clever to say but I opened my stupid mouth anyway. "At least I don't have post an ad on the internet to search for my soul mate since she's standing right here in front of me." With that, I pushed my head forward and kissed her passionately, our lips dancing together in that perfect moment that I knew I would never forget. Rosalie Hale told me she loved me, and sincerely meant it. I could practically taste her intense feelings for me with my tongue as I explored her hot mouth, my tongue massaging hers. Was I capable of falling in love with my vampire? Yes I was and I was willing to engage in this relationship that had been transforming very quickly these past few days.
I could love Rosalie Hale but an important question formed the moment our lips crashed together; when would I realize it?