Rosalie, when asked, decided to stay with us, committed to Carlisle's vision. She did leave one night, and Edward told Carlisle what he had seen in her head.
"She's going to murder them. The humans who hurt her." He muttered to Carlisle when he came home from school one day. Edward had knocked gently on our door, and I sighed with relief that we hadn't been doing anything that required us to be without clothing. Then again, Edward had probably seen what we were doing through our minds, and it wasn't that important. We had only been discussing our plans, fantasies, and expectations for our wedding. When Edward entered (after a gentle knock, like the gentleman he was) and told Carlisle of Rosalie's plans, I could hear the anguish in Carlisle's voice. I couldn't bear to look at Carlisle as Edward told of Rosalie's plans, to see the pain that was suddenly etched there.
"I suppose" Carlisle said slowly, unwilling to accept the words even as he spoke them, "I suppose she's justified in it. Don't mention it to her, though. Nor mention it to Esme to myself, for that matter." Naturally he would be worried about me. That was simply Carlisle. Suddenly, Edward's face became ferocious.
"Do you know what she's done?" he fumed to Carlisle. "She stole a wedding dress just for this! Well, just for her fiancée's death, at least. She'll kill the others first, save him for last. She's taking care of the first death today, and one more every other day. She also stole the wedding dress today. But she doesn't intend to tell Esme-" Edward flicked a glance in my direction, and I knew that he wasn't intentionally talking just to Carlisle; he just didn't think I'd care. However, he was too much a gentleman to exclude me completely. "-Or you, Carlisle, for that matter. She doesn't know of my…abilities." Edward smiled wryly at the last word.
There was a silence as Carlisle absorbed this information.
Suddenly, Edward hissed. "She's back. You don't know anything" he said, throwing a panicked glance at me and Carlisle. "She'll destroy my car. She knows I love it." Edward said to my confused expression, the same expression that was probably on Carlisle's, seeing as I still couldn't bear to look at his face. "And, of course, keep my secret, please, because I enjoy listening to her. For now, her vanity is entertaining. And I can warn you of her plans." Edward chuckled. Rosalie opened the door then and Edward froze. Rosalie's breathtaking face was contorted in a mask of fury. Did she know that Edward had listened? Obviously. When he told us, Edward was oblivious to the pair of listening ears outside the door – he was too entertained by her vanity. I almost felt sorry for his car. What a waste of money. Poor Edward.
