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Rosalie Hale
02 July 2008 @ 03:53 am
it's something unpredictable [you start fighting for something to believe]  
Hide & Seek: Part One [Part Two]

She glared a little. It wasn't the kind of glare she used on Edward or Bella or Alice or, on the very rare occasion, Jasper. It wasn't hard or mean. It was soft and just slightly annoyed, like they had gone through this many many times before and now he was just pushing it.

It was stupid. It was always stupid. It never ceased to be stupid.

And she told him so. "Emmett, this is stupid." They were playing hide and seek with a psychic and a mind reader, how was that anything but stupid?

He shrugged and slung his arm around her shoulder, pulling her in for a big bear hug and kissing her forehead swiftly. "You say that about everything, Rose, except the convertible. Which is actually kind of stupid."

She frowned up at him and batted his chest lightly, he may have been her Emmett but he was stepping over the line. "The M3 is not stupid, don't insult her." Trust Rosalie to defend her car.

"Come on, Rose," he wheedled, dragging her name out into too many syllables and burying his head in her hair, brushing it back slightly to press cold lips just under her jaw. She didn't say anything so he kissed lower, smoothing his lips down the column of her throat. He was winning. "Rosalie..."

She stiffened and pushed back from him, her face a cool marble mask of perfection. Disinterested perfection. "Fine. I'll play. But if you come near me I'm quitting."

He laughed, a big bear of a laugh and scooped her into his arms again, lifting her off her feet and kissing her full on the lips. He spun her slightly before setting her down, keeping his arms firmly around her body. "You're no fun, Hale. I'm seeker."

Rosalie snorted and danced out of his grasp. "Good luck with that, Cullen." Her challenging smirk made a growl rumble low in Emmett's throat and she smirked more before dashing off. She heard his last comment loud and clear.

"I'm gonna find you first, Rose!!"

Her laughter wasn't hard to mistake either.
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Rosalie Hale
01 July 2008 @ 03:01 pm
One day she will tell you that she has had enough [it's coming round again]  
First & Last

She'd started out as Carlisle's cousin. With their fine golden hair they could have been brother and sister like Esme and Edward pretended, but Rosalie refused to be anything but a Hale. When all was lost, it seemed, she would still be a Hale.

It had changed through the years; saving (or damning) Emmett had given her an out. She wasn't cousin or family but instead she was Emmett's girlfriend or fiancée or wife. Still a Hale at heart, even when Cullen was tacked on from Emmett.

And then there was Jasper. The only thing ever alike about them was the way they looked and where they stood. The poor Southern boy with too much trouble keeping out of it whose only place was next to Alice and the rich Yankee girl with seemingly no trouble at all whose only place was next to Emmett.

"Can I come in?"

Rosalie looked up to her door and nodded, putting down her book. "Hello Jasper."

"Hello sister," he replied, holding up the box in his hands. "Chess?"

She shrugged lightly and unfolded from the couch, moving towards the small table and chairs on the other side of the room. "Against the master strategist, of course."

"Edward and Alice just left to take Bella home," he told her as he set up the board lazily and she gracefully melted into the opposite chair. She nodded, silent.

Bella was a reason for scorn on her part, which was why she'd stayed upstairs during her visit. Bella, it seemed, took Rosalie's place. She was the favorite without even trying, without even being part of the family. Carlisle and Esme adored her, Edward loved her, she was Alice's favorite sister and Emmett thought she was the most amusing little human on the planet.

Only Jasper still seemed to notice Rosalie. But then again, he was the same. He was nobody's favorite son or brother, he was just Alice's.

The two of them were natural as brother and sister, even twins. If you watched them long enough, you'd notice the little things. The mannerisms they'd picked up from each other, the tone of voice, they shared a similar patronizing smile, one Rosalie wore far more often than Jasper did.

"Emmett went with Carlisle to the hospital."

Jasper nodded, sitting stone like across from her, his fingers hovering over the chess pieces before he quickly moved a pawn. "Why?"

"It's Emmett," she replied as an explanation, laughing. "Because he likes scaring people."

Jasper relaxed against his chair, still watching her intently, but leaning back and laughing with her. "What is it everyone always says about Alice? I'm sure that fits Emmett, too."

"Alice will be Alice," she told him, daintily plucking a pawn from its place on the board and redirecting it to another square. Jasper nodded, silent.

It had been alarmingly easy to give Jasper her last name, and not because he made her feel warm and fuzzy with his gift. He made her feel comfortable without them, like she mattered. They were both the misfits to be sure. Alice was everyone's favorite daughter and sister, while Rosalie was nothing of the sort.

Even when it had just been she and Edward she was never the favorite. She supposed Edward would have favored a plastic flamingo. They didn't talk or tell him to get out of their minds.

So when Jasper and Alice came Rosalie had claimed him. He was her brother and she was his sister and no one could find a flaw in the plan when she put her hands on her hips and he crossed his arms over his chest opposite her. They were definitely a pair.

"Checkmate."

Rosalie nodded, looking resigned at the chessboard before flicking over her king at his king's feet. "Again."

"Should I apologize?" he asked with a smile. He always beat her, without fail. "I will if you want me to."

Rosalie slumped in her chair and pouted at him. She wasn't a sore loser, at least not in the case of chess. This just happened to be par for the course. "One day, Jasper Hale, I am going to beat you so perfectly you'll just sit there and stare."

"One day," he agreed. Rosalie nodded firmly.
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Rosalie Hale
28 June 2008 @ 03:51 am
I know to you it might sound strange [But I wish it would rain]  
For just_sayit

Edward! I bought you a present!
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Rosalie Hale
10 June 2008 @ 12:29 am
hey girl you know you drive me crazy [one look puts the rhythm in my hand]  
Wrath

There were certain rules that were meant to be followed. The golden rule, a smattering of the commandments, don't forget to walk the dog. It was second nature, human nature, to follow these rules. Another lesser known rule is don't corner a vampire in an alley.

Especially if that vampire was Rosalie Hale.

"Aren't you a pretty little thing?"

Rosalie's head shot up, eyes leaving the man she was trailing and edging warily towards the man speaking to her. Her eyes flashed with recognition, sparkling gold replaced with a fierce black. Werewolf. "Aren't you a little far from the pack?" she questioned lightly, calmly brushing a piece of lint off of her creamy suede jacket.

He smiled a leer at her, eyes raking down her body in a manner that was far from subtle as he stepped closer. "I was feeling peckish."

A musical laugh bubbled past her lips and she regarded him with disdain. "I'm afraid you're sorely mistaken, fur ball, if you think that I am going to be your midnight snack."

"How unfortunate." He stepped closer again and Rosalie instinctively took a step back, folding her arms across her stomach. He was taller than Emmett, muscles stretching to be freed from the constraints of his shirt. He was built like a refrigerator, knotted and firm, hands curling and uncurling into fists that she was sure could shatter human bones into plaster dust.

"You see," he continued, edging closer with every syllable rolling off his tongue. "I don't like vampires, but for you I would make an exception. Such beauty."

Rosalie would have paled if it were possible. Another hulking beast stepped up behind the first and she felt her knees begin to tremble as thoughts and emotions she'd tried so hard to push away burst forward into her mind.

Edward. Help.

Her mind went completely blank when another joined their flanks and she stepped back quickly, tripping over a scrap of metal and falling backwards, her usual grace and poise disappearing as the memories rushed through her veins, flooding her body in unadulterated terror, an emotion not even vampires were exempt from feeling.

Edward, please. Even her thoughts were breaking.

She pushed herself into a crouch as the three animals laughed, congratulating each other on snagging one of the Cullen freaks. Her hair fell around her face like a golden curtain and her lip curled back in a vicious sneer. Her teeth were nearly aching, fangs lengthening and gums throbbing with something like rage, but more like fear.

An echo of a growl trembled in the back of her throat and she looked up, hair fanning out around her shoulders. She was at once beautiful and terrifying.

Her thoughts screamed for Edward as the snarl ripped from her throat. She shot forward like a blonde fireball as the werewolf in front of her changed, lunging towards her, fur and fangs erupting until they clashed like thunder.

Feeling was lost on Rosalie. She was running on instinct, all humanity lost in favor of the monster she had become. Somewhere in the back of her mind -- the part that was running commentary for Edward -- she felt jagged claws drag down her arm and smelled the iron and rust and salt hitting the air. She felt the blood slip and slide across her arm, tasted it's stale weight on her tongue, but she ignored it.

There was an elegance in her movements that looked surreal next to the heaviness of the werewolves, a grace that could have made their fevered conflict a pas-de-deux, the delicate vampire pirouetting around the lumbering wolf. Instead, it was a snapping of teeth and jaws and necks as she flitted from werewolf to werewolf, using her fluidity to her advantage.

Each movement attached to a silent plea, it was nearly a song as she danced across from her now unwilling partner. There was an ease that came to the battle like Edward's fingers across the piano. As if she was playing out one of his compositions.

She knelt delicately next to her prey, her pale fingers running across its fur, pressing her thumb against his pulse.

"Rosalie!"

She looked up slowly at Emmett. Standing in the mouth of the alley, he blocked out the remaining light, a stone silhouette against the lights of the street.

Rosalie...

Her eyes slipped towards Edward, head tilting and hair tumbling forward over her shoulders like a molten waterfall, before she looked into the cool gold of Emmett's worried gaze. She stood up and stepped away from the man at her feet, moving lithely between the bodies, her fangs disappearing into a brilliant smile that made her look like a terrified angel.

She stepped in front of Emmett and looked up at him, silently thanking him for being everything she needed. He knew not to touch her.

Edward knew not to push. "Rosalie. You almost--" The words were stopped before he could speak them, struck down by the force of her blackened glare.

"I don't eat vermin."
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Rosalie Hale
07 June 2008 @ 10:26 pm
Skipping beats blushing cheeks [I am struggling]  
Temperance

Her breath was caught in her throat. (An expression, of course, because she truly had no need to breathe.) The smell had assaulted her so suddenly she hadn't had anytime to pretend to keep breathing, it had just stopped, air turning stale on her tongue. Her lips pressed into a thin line and she turned her eyes to Emmett.

Well this was just brilliant. Only Edward's little pet could destroy a party so successfully in a matter of seconds. Emmett's eyes took on a warning edge and she glared at him.

Her eyes softened immediately at Carlisle's voice. "Emmett, Rose, get Jasper outside."

"Come on, Jasper," Emmett said, tightening his arms around Jasper's torso. Rosalie joined him obediently, pressing Jasper's arms to his sides and cooing inaudible words in his ear, hushing him as the three of them walked outside and out of the mess Bella Swan had made once again.

They vanished in a blur until Rosalie put her hand on Emmett's shoulder and they stopped in the middle of a darkened clearing. The smell of Bella's blood was gone, but the tension and horror on Jasper's face hadn't faded, still as clear as before and she ached to take his torment away from him, to take his burden onto her shoulders.

Rosalie, after all, was the only one of them to never taste human blood.

Jasper paced in circles, circuiting the clearing continuously, hands balled into tight fists by his side and muttering things to himself about control and Alice and Edward, and Rosalie pointedly looked away, leaving him with his own thoughts as she moved to perch next to Emmett. His hands were gripping the felled log he was sprawled on, the only indication that his nonchalant demeanor was just an act.

She ran her fingertips across his jaw softly, smoothing out the way it was clenched, the way his teeth were grinding against each other.

"Emmett..." He turned his eyes to hers and her smile faded at the flat black that reflected back at her. She wondered, briefly, if that was the color her eyes were at the moment but then Emmett's hand reached to smooth down the curve of her neck.

"How do you do it, Rose?" he whispered, sitting up to press his forehead against her neck. She frowned into the twilight; insurmountably glad he wasn't looking at her, but controlling himself against her. Her eyes found Jasper and she frowned a little harder when he looked at her, waiting for her answer.

It wasn't that she couldn't or that the smell of blood, even Bella's soft flowery scent, didn't drive her absolutely insane with bloodlust, it was that she didn't want to. And she refused to admit that out loud, rarely even in her own thoughts after Edward had taken a liking to poking around in her memories without asking permission first.

She loved Carlisle, for all his compassion and the love he gave her, the family he gave her, but she didn't want to be the creature that she was. This was not the life she would have chosen for herself so she made the choice to abstain, not letting a drop of human blood touch her lips.

She hated what they were.

A rustling in the trees saved her from answering and she looked up to see Edward staring down at her. Bending down, he pressed his lips to her cheek briefly before straightening up and moving gracefully to talk to Jasper.

Thank you, he thought, pushing his thoughts through her mind.

Her frown deepened with confusion as she smoothed Emmett's soft hair, the steady motion something she knew would calm him. For what?

Edward thought nothing in reply and she was inwardly disappointed, it wasn't every day Edward showed her signs of gratitude however small they may be. Their relative obstinacy had made them butt heads more often than not. (Except, ironically, in the case of his Bella wanting to become one of them. The girl spoke too loudly, even in whispers.)

"Rose?" Emmett prompted, leaning back to look her in the eyes again, the dull black fading to a golden sort of gray.

Her eyes flashed to Edward for the briefest moment before her lips curved up into a smile. "The smell of that girl's blood makes me ill."
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