AN: Hi everyone! Here's chapter two! I hope you enojyed the first chapter of my new story! Once again it is my first femslash story, but I hope it will please you guys. Enjoy!
Chapter Two
RPOV
It was just another day in dreary Forks, but for some reason my heart felt lighter than it had done in years. My name is Rosalie Cullen, and I am an 18 year old vampire. I was changed in the early 1930s, so I was a relatively young vampire compared to those I live with. When I had been a human I was considered the prettiest girl in the whole town. My mother and father were so proud of my looks that they used to parade me around town for as long as I could remember. They eventually got me engaged to a Lord named Royce King III. He was a wealthy, arrogant and sadly handsome man and my parents couldn't have been happier that he chose me for his future wife. However, their happiness was short lived when they caught came to visit Royce and I and caught him almost beating me to death. My father managed to pull Royce off of me, but was not quick enough to dodge the bullet that Royce had fired at him. I remember trying to move but my body was so exhausted that I could only watch as Royce shot my mother, robbed them of their belongings and walk out of my life. My parents were both dead and I did nothing to stop their killer. I hated myself at this moment.
This was where Esme found me; broken bones and bleeding profusely on the floor. She picked me up and laid me on the sofa. She tenderly brushed some hair away from my face and tucked it behind my ear; brushing her knuckles slowly against my cheek.
"My darling, do you want to live?" She whispered into my ear. All I could do was nod. It was at this point where she bit into my neck and I was consumed with the most burning pain I had ever felt in my life. It was a never ending flow of molten lava rushing through my veins. She carried me back to Carlisle whilst I thrashed and screamed in her arms. After I woke up, I was inconsolable. All I could focus on was revenge on Royce King. I spent weeks carefully planning my revenge, by carefully haunting Royce. It wasn't the best of plans but I didn't want to murder everyone he was ever involved with. It wasn't their fault that he was a bastard. I stalked Royce for weeks, slowly driving him mad. One night when he barricaded himself into his room, with every door and window locked, I slowly made my way throughout his empty house. I silently walked towards his room, I could almost feel his beating pulse, I could smell his fear and I was enjoying it. I forced his door open and watched as his eyes widened.
"N-no... you're dead, I k-killed you!" He sobbed as he tried to crawl away from me.
I smirked and walked towards him, enjoying him cowering at the sight of me. I bent down slowly and spoke seductively in his ear. "No, you didn't," and with those whispered words, I slowly broke every bone in his body and then snapped his pathetic human neck.
I snapped out of my daydream and slowly opened my eyes to my surroundings. I was sitting on my windowsill in my bedroom in Forks. Sighing, I slowly stretched my body a habit from my human life that I hadn't been able to break and walked downstairs to join my family. Sitting in the living room were the people that somehow managed to brighten up my lonely world. Esme, the loving mother of the family came towards me with pure love radiating from her every pore, and kissed my cheek. I smiled a sad smile at my adoptive mother. She always seems to know whenever I have flashbacks about the start of my vampire life.
My brothers, Edward and Emmett were cuddling with each other on the sofa, whilst Jasper and Alice my other brother and my younger sister were cuddling on the love seat. They all smiled at me but made no move to get up, which I was fine with. Instead of sitting down and feeling even more alone than I already did I decided to go for a hunt. My family and I are unlike other vampires. Instead of hunting humans as our prey, we hunt wild animals and that makes our eyes a golden colour and not the general ruby red that most vampires have. I waved goodbye to the family who smiled back and headed out the back door to go hunt.
When I hunt I don't tend to play around with my food like my brothers and sisters do. Instead, when I get the scent of an animal, I hunt it down immediately and drain it. That is what my plan for today was, but instead I found my feet running in a different direction than where I was planning on going. I couldn't understand what this tugging in my chest was, but I just couldn't ignore it. I smelt them before I could hear them. The scent that was almost completely masked by the scent of the mutts from La Push, a group of shape shifting werewolves neighbouring our land, was the most delicious scent of vanilla, mixed with the scent of the subtle scent of strawberries. As I ran closer to this delicious scent I could hear loud roars and growls tearing through the air. This almost made me stop running. If this was something to do with those mutts then I didn't want to get involved. But my heart wouldn't let me stop. I could feel something pulling me towards them.
I noticed that I was rapidly getting closer to the boundary line, separating the La Push territory and my families territory. Finally getting closer, I realised that somehow the fight was right on the boundary line. As I got closer I could finally make out the figure fighting with the mutts. Before I could analyse the situation, all I could do was focus on the magnificent snowy white wolf that stood awkwardly on three legs in the middle of the clearing, being surrounded. The wolf was huge, much larger than the wolves surrounding it but instead of being bulky, the wolf was lean looking. As my mind caught up with my thoughts I could finally see that the wolf was limping, and its fur was matted with blood. For some reason, this tore at my very soul and before I could stop myself I roared in anger and almost flew towards the wolf in its aid. The wolves stopped their attack in shock at my sudden presence in the fight. As I couldn't cross the line all I could do was roar at the wolves. They seemed to realise that I was not going to cross the line so they carried on their attack against the wolf. The wolf noticed my presence, but from the look in its eyes could not understand why I was not coming to its any closer.
My whole being seemed to tremble with rage as the wolves carried on their attack against the single wolf; the white wolf being the only light being amongst the dark brown and black furs of its attackers. I threw rocks and branches at the wolves but it did nothing to slow down their fury against the wolf. I screamed at the wolf to fight back, to not give up and it was as if something inside of it switched. The previously weak looking wolf suddenly roared with such rage that it almost scared me. The wolf growled and lunged at a large silvered coloured wolf that was going for its back legs. The white wolf grabbed the silver wolf by its front legs with its jaws and threw it into the trees. A russet coloured wolf ran at the white wolf from the side, but the white wolf turned and rammed its head into the wolfs side, effectively knocking the wolf out. The white wolf managed to take out two more wolves before the leader of the pack took a go. The white wolf easily blocked a swipe from the big black wolfs paw. Instead of moving back the black wolf tried to run back to bite at the white wolf. Moving so quick that I almost didn't see it happening, the white wolfs jaws suddenly clamped around the black wolfs neck and shook it rapidly from side to side. There was a terrible whimpering sound coming from the black wolf as well as others from its pack. The white wolf slowly stopped shaking the wolf and discarded its body on the ground. It growled warningly at the wolves and slowly made its way towards me, passing the boundary line where I then grabbed the wolf by the neck and encouraged it as far away from the territory line as I could whilst still being able to see the wolves.
The La Push mutts slowly recovered from the white wolfs attack and howled when they saw that the wolf was on my side of the boundary line and that they couldn't cross it. They growled at me before slowly retreating into the forest, with their furry tails tucked between their legs. Once they were out of sight I looked back at the white wolf that was now lying on the floor and panting. My heart constricted at the sight and I slowly made my way closer. I couldn't understand this need in me that needed to make sure that this wolf was okay.
I knelt down by its side and slowly raised my hand towards it. Then without warning the wolf lifted its huge head to turn to look at me. It was then that somehow time seemed to slow down and I really looked at the wolf. I looked into its beautiful ice blue eyes and felt as if they were looking into my soul and I was looking into the depths of theirs. The wolf seemed to relax, and I once again slowly moved my hands towards its head. The wolf lowered its head and I laid my hand on the back of its neck and slowly stroked its smooth, silky fur. I could feel a purr making its way up my throat as I stroked my white wolf. Wait. My white wolf? Before I could contemplate this I could hear a deep rumbling growl coming from the wolf. I looked into its eyes and watched as it growled lowly at me. Thinking I was angering it I stopped my stroking and started to pull my hand away. The wolfs eyes widened and it slowly nudged my hand with its nose. Not knowing what it wanted from me I let my hand just hang there in the middle of us. The wolf licked my palm lightly and nudged its head into my palm. This made my undead heart flutter in my chest and all I could do was answer its low rumbling growl, which I think is it purring, with a purr of my own.
Then without warning the wolf slowly started to stand up. Confused as to what it was doing, I tried to stop it. It shook its head at me and nudged me with its paw to move to the side. I couldn't understand what it wanted. The wolf then moved its head down and grabbed something from its leg. For the first time I noticed that it had a small pack tied to its leg. Realising that the wolf wanted to shift its form back into human I let it wander slowly into the woods and out of my sight but staying within hearing range. Hearing the pack fall to the ground I then heard nothing.
Suddenly the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life stepped out of the bushes. She stood a few inches taller than myself, with tanned skin and ice blue eyes. Her long chocolate coloured hair was streaked with white, and her plump lips were a wondrous pale pink that contrasted amazingly with her skin. Her body was muscled, but not overly so. She slowly walked towards me and smiled the most dazzling smile that left me gaping at her. And I Rosalie Hale did not gape as anyone. She stood before me, gently took my hand, and carefully placed a tender kiss on my knuckles. She looked up at me from beneath her gloriously thick and long eyelashes and smiled, speaking her words seductively.
"Hello, my name is Isabella Swan. It really is a pleasure to meet you".