Rosalie Hale
Dazzled
Vegetarian Vampire, PsychoBlonde
Over my pile of ashes.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Dec 10, 2008 21:48:16 GMT -5
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The sun was beginning to climb high in the East, peeking through the lower summits on the nearby mountain range. Rosalie Hale had set out to hunt alone, despite the protests coming from Carlisle. She was barely two years old into this new life, and her control over her thirst was a very fragile thing. Chosing the vegetarian diet and living with the Cullens had not been difficult at all. Rosalie couldn't bear the thought of being alone, especially after the paralyzing discovery of what she had become. Her first year had been difficult. It was almost impossible to see past the unrelenting thirst that burned her throat. It wasn't until recently that Rosalie had been able to find herself in her new glorious and immortal form. She got to know the Cullens better; Carlisle the compassionate doctor, Esme his devoted wife and Edward... their know-it-all, mind-reading son. In many ways, she was already considering them to be family.
Their argument was short, but volatile (on her end). Rosalie needed to know that she could hunt on her own without Carlisle and Esme supervising and Edward invading her mind. In the end she had won, and had set out on her own. Two hours later, her eyes had set to a lovely caramel color that accented her perfect face. She had been infinitely smug at her success and had started her run back to gloat to Edward. She ran at her fastest sprint, which was now slower than it had been a year ago. It bothered her when her mighty strength and speed had slowed, and they explained to her that the exceptional abilities only lasted the first year. She didn't mind it that much, except for when Edward outran her. She suddenly heard a distinct shuffle in the wind. An savage roar cut through the air, followed by a painful human one. Rosalie's reflexes immediately changed her course, towards the source of the commotion...
[tag:Emmett]
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tango
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I?m not even sure she?s really a vampire, let alone a newborn. She?s too tame.
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Post by tango on Dec 10, 2008 21:58:52 GMT -5
Emmett A hunting we must go. Wait, we? Year right, more like me, myself, and I. He held the gun angled towards the ground and crept silently through the undergrowth as his orbs searched the grounds for tracks he knew were there. A herd of deer had passed through recently but had been spooked by something, he had no absolute clue. Straightening up slowly, he winced when his back popped. Running a hand through his dark, curly hair a crack to his right caught his attention. Huge, brown and black figure burst through the undergrowth as he turned to see exactly what it was. Bear. It registered in his mind as the roar split the air. Grizzlies were roaming everywhere this season because the prey population was low in the farther regions so getting closer to town was the only option it seemed. As he watched the bear rear to a staggering height and swipe its paw toward him, he attempted to raise his gun but his effort was futile. The paw sideswiped him in the face and he fell to the ground with a heavy thump as a scream of anguish fell from his lips. Another woosh through the underbrush was heard dimly and he thought slowly. No another damn thing.
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Rosalie Hale
Dazzled
Vegetarian Vampire, PsychoBlonde
Over my pile of ashes.
Posts: 233
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Dec 13, 2008 0:09:08 GMT -5
Rosalie judged that she was only a few hundred miles away from the sounds she'd heard when she smelled something far better, and worse. Mingled in the hair with the wild scent of the bear, was the sweet aroma of human blood. It immediately set Rose's throat on fire and added new velocity to her stride. Her mind was no longer in charge, only her instincts and the unbearable scorching of her throat. While she could not will herself to be reasonable, the smallest portion of her expansive mind was panicking. This was exactly what Carlisle and the others had been worried about, and now she would return in defeat after feeding on this human's sweet blood. While acting on revenge in Rochester, she knew what to expect and had exhibited uncommon control when around the men she had killed. But this had caught her off guard. Her instincts had complete control. Rosalie whipped through the trees towards the source of the scent, the growl in her voice just about to erupt.
She saw the bear first, large and powerful, hovering over the man it had attacked. The bear reared on its hind legs before reaching down and swiping again at the defenseless human. Charging at full speed, Rosalie threw herself at the enormous bear, knocking him to the ground. In her singleminded hunt, she bent down and let her razor sharp teeth find the bear's neck. She had only drained the great bear half the way when the breeze picked up, and her sense registered the human's sweet scent again. She abandoned the bear and quickly turned around, leaning into her crouch and hissing lowly. With just one bound, she returned to the man and bent low to lift his neck to her mouth. She had never tasted human blood before, but the scent alone was so seductive that it told her that it would be blissful as it slithered down her throat. She growled in anguish as she realized the horror of what she was about to do, and realizing that she couldn't stop herself.
She opened her eyes and looked at the dying man, mangled by the bears great claws. Through the throbbing temptation of human blood, Rosalie was suddenly in a different world. In a different time. Her human memories were sometimes difficult to remember, but this one in particular she knew she would always carry with her. There on the edge of wilderness, Rosalie saw this man's face, grimacing in pain, and beyond it she saw the last child her human eyes had registered. Little Henry, the sweet little boy that Vera had given birth to. He saw the infants curls, dimples and pure innocence in the face of this hunter who had crossed paths with a being much to strong for him. Startled that she would have such a thought, at such a moment, Rosalie found herself staring, though still in agony over the man's blood dripping from his wounds.
This man hadn't deserved to die, or to be attacked, just like she did. She saw it in his eyes, in the agony that told her that nothing else had ever hurt as it did in that moment. But the man's face was ruined now, only features of little Henry were apparent on this torn expression. If only she could fix it, just to see. Just to see little Henry's face. In the same thought Rosalie gasp at the conclusion her mind had brought her to,
She could fix it. Well certainly not her, she wasn't stupid. She was no where near the control that Carlisle had. Was this what Carlisle was thinking when he'd seen her dying in the middle of the street that night. Yes, Carlisle. He would do it, right? She looked again at the man in her arms, and decided that Carlisle had to do it. Fighting the roaring domination of her instincts that begged her to ravish the poor hunter to quench her thirst, Rosalie held her breath and stood up from her crouch with the man in her arms.
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tango
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I?m not even sure she?s really a vampire, let alone a newborn. She?s too tame.
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Post by tango on Dec 13, 2008 0:20:51 GMT -5
Emmett So set me free of my physical form and let me join my ancestors in the heavens above. That was what he thought of and at the worst possible moment a joke entered his head. Going all philisophical now eh? Stupid, if he could have rolled his eyes he would have. Feeling the great bear`s breath drift over his nostrils and mouth, it suffocated him in the horrible stench. A dim figure was seen, but then it was gone and so was the bear. His breathing came in great heaves, his chest working like a set of bellows as he let his bloody head fall to the side. There she was, a blond angel, but what in the hell was she doing? Squinting, a gasp of spain spasmed through him and he blacked out for a few seconds before regaining consciousness but when he opened his eyes again the scene had changed. He was now looking up into her almond hued eyes, so beautiful. He went to raise his hand feebly but it lay motionless. Feeling gravity being defied, he found himselfin her airy hold, light and strong. Looking up at her, he never looked away from her oh so ivory features as the words were breathed from his pale lips. Help me...
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Rosalie Hale
Dazzled
Vegetarian Vampire, PsychoBlonde
Over my pile of ashes.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Dec 13, 2008 0:44:08 GMT -5
When she had the man secure in her marble arms, Rosalie sprinted as hard as she could, heading back to Carlisle. Her mind was yelling insanities at her, willing her to stop her madness. All she had to do was lean her head in, his neck was so soft, it would be so easy. She didn't have to tell Carlisle if she wanted to. Maybe if she finished off the bear afterwards, the reddish hint of the human blood she'd tasted wouldn't register in her eyes. She wasn't sure, but it would be worth it. She held her breath now, but her memory relished the scent that had entered her, imploring her to taste.
But she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to do it. Not to him. He who was so hurt and scared with the blood dripping from his face and matting his curls. She ran at top speed for what like felt an eternity, until she caught her own scent, showing her the way home. A small yelp of despair escaped her perfect lips when she remembered how far it was. She wasn't going to make it. He was so weak, and his blood... so pungent. She just had to stop, and take him right there. She'd taste what she was yearning for, she feel relief from the burn and this man's suffering would end. It would be an act of mercy. Her stride faltered slightly as she considered it more, but her topaz eyes darted down to his face again when she heard the smallest whisper leave his bloody lips.
At his words, Rosalie let out a sob of anguish, of torture. Tears would be dripping from her eyes, stinging the man's wounds, if she were able to produce them. She couldn't do it, as much as she needed it. But she was so afraid that she'd lose control. But she had to try. She would take him to Carlisle. She could fix him and prove that he was innocent, just as she had once been. Just like Henry was. Her determination strengthened, and she one again picked up her pace, pushing her muscles to their limit, racing to the house.
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tango
New to Town
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I?m not even sure she?s really a vampire, let alone a newborn. She?s too tame.
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Post by tango on Dec 13, 2008 1:13:51 GMT -5
Emmett Second chances were sometime said to never matter in life because sometimes you never really got one to even think about. He believed in second chances and right now he was paraying to anybody, particulary the beauty above, that they could help him. He had never believed in love at first site because it was folly that someone could already feel so deep about that person when they probably didn`t even know the others name, but this was different. His eyes raked her perfect features, so wonderful and smooth he couldn`t help the pain as he acted. The air spiraled past the pair as he tore himself to look around him, blinking the blood away painfully as he did. Trees and undrgrowth were flying past them at a amazing speed that he couldn`t compare with anything that came to mind at the moment. Disbelief entered his mind as they dodged a few more trees. Feeling her step falter and seeing her eyes flicker to his face he could do nothing except stare back. Closing his lids over his orbs for a few seconds they didn`t stay that way for long as he heard her torture let out through a scream. Instead of fear, concern rippled through him and he let out a moan of his own. What the hell was wrong with him....besides the fact that his face was ripped to shreds and he was slowly dying from blood loss? So I say again, set me free my darling. This time he act was not feeble as he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to touch her shoulder. Ice cold and rock hard underneath his ashy palm, he looked at her face and understand, determination, and hope for this woman flickered in his orbs.
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Rosalie Hale
Dazzled
Vegetarian Vampire, PsychoBlonde
Over my pile of ashes.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Dec 13, 2008 16:12:50 GMT -5
The perfect face immortality had granted her was twisted in anguish and conflict, and still managed to be impossibly beautiful. She was trying not to cry, hard as it was. Every yelp and sob only invited the next; it was using up the air in her lungs and she was afraid of having to inhale again. The thought alone brought on another low whimper to her lips. As she pushed her speed to it's limit, she tried to keep her thoughts from lingering too long on the man, for fear it might lead her to a loss of control. It was almost impossible.
Everything else she was controlling was directly related to him. Her speed; impossibly important so that she could bring him to Carlisle. Her arms; were struggling between the force to keep him steady in her arms and the gentleness to keep her from harming him herself. Her instincts were pressuring her to take another breath, it was unnatural for vampires to deny themselves the act when under stress. But the smell alone while she was this close would drive her mad, and bring her to consume him. Her ears, only slightly registering the rush of the wind as she ran, had honed in on the beats of his heart. It was still steady, but fast. Fear from the bear and the attack must have gripped its strings and increased its rate, forcing the dripping of his wounds to taunt her.
As if his heart had realized it had an audience, it faltered slightly as if it were too asking for help. The sound made Rosalie feel a fresh and painful wave of fear of losing this man's life. Again, she couldn't contain the whimper of despair that erupted from deep within her chest and she realized she was out of air. She had to make a choice. She either made herself take in a new breath of air, or she would let her reflexes do it for her. She tried to convince herself that she didn't need air, that she could hold it the rest of the way. But there was a rational part of her mind, the part that wanted to save this man, that was telling her that she couldn't chance it.
It had to be done, and she decided that she'd have to voluntarily inhale as opposed to a reflex reaction that catch her off guard and bring a swift end to her fragile control and this man's life. As if sensing the severity of what was to come, the man suddenly lifted his arm and touched her shoulder. Within his torn face, Rose saw what she needed. He wanted to live. Closing her eyes without losing velocity, she prayed to the gods that had abandoned her two years ago, and took a deep breath. Her throat was freshly scorched to the core and she held back the scream in her throat as the madness in her mind beat itself against her will. She suddenly heard a muffled snap that was coupled with a sudden stiff flexibility where her hands were holding him. She examined him closely, and stared in horror when she realized that she'd broken his leg where she was holding him as she tried to fight the urge to kill him. She felt the stinging in her eyes, but she kept her sobs to herself. She only used up the smallest portion of her lung supply for a promise she was afraid she couldn't keep. "We're almost there," she whispered to him, gazing into his eyes and hoping that he heard her. "You're going to be fine."
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tango
New to Town
Vegetarian Vampire
I?m not even sure she?s really a vampire, let alone a newborn. She?s too tame.
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Post by tango on Dec 13, 2008 19:01:41 GMT -5
Emmett The wind filled his ears, the blurred shapes flew past his sight, and his skin was chilled were her stone hard skin was touching his. His lips were dry as he parted them to take a shallow breath. The pounding in his ears was his heart, but slowly, oh so slowly, it was getting slower in its frantic beats. Like the dying heart of a fluttering bird falling through the sky. Her hands were gentle, almost exceedingly gentle, almost as if she were holding him like a new bought toy but that small purpose failed in a small way. A muffled sound met his ears and a fresh wave of pain spiked through his body. Broke leg. That was what was registered in his fuzzy mind as he attempted to crane his head to see but his effort was futile. Gritting his teeth against the pounding headache, her words were said. It was going to be fine she promised. It wasn`t just said, it was promised. His coal black eyes widened for a second before replying in a hoarse voice. I....believe you. Just don`t leave.......me. If she stopped or if she left he knew he was done for, literally. At least for now he might have a small percentage of making it if she got to a hospital in time.
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Rosalie Hale
Dazzled
Vegetarian Vampire, PsychoBlonde
Over my pile of ashes.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Dec 20, 2008 18:23:22 GMT -5
Had any human been near the trail Rosalie was sprinting on at her highest speed, they would have imagined seeing a fierce, magnificent goddess with her merciful arms carrying a dying man in her arms to safety. The burgundy, knee high dress she'd changed into that morning was barely ruffled under the intense speed of her stride and her beige heels were muffled under her step. She'd donned a light jacket to avoid any curious stares about the girl withstanding those temperatures without cover once she'd reached the town, and it too seemed unaware of the stress the arms were under. The only true sign of motion was the golden flow of wavy hair flared up from the burst of speed. For the last 30 miles, Rosalie's expression varied from the most excruciating pain, the deepest pits of hellish fright, and stone determination.
He spoke to her again, taking her promise and grasping it as his only lifeline. Rosalie felt an uplifting sensation, deep within the raging madness that demanded his blood. He believed her. He didn't know that she could end his life then and there, but he had put his trust in her. No, she would not leave him. She would keep him was long as he wanted to be kept. She didn't quite understand it yet, but it was a need that had suddenly sprung and was taking root deep within her. It surprised her. Up until this day, her greatest and most dire need was the quenching of her thirst.
Though her speed allowed a short journey, every step forward was a taunting, maiming force. The bloodlust of her mind and throat very nearly brought her to end the man in her arms. She was strong for such a young vampire, but the sight, sound and smell of an open flesh wound with the very substance that her existence yearned for, was made for, brought her to several brinks of insanity. Even when she had challenged Carlisle and gotten her way to take her revenge upon the men who had ended her life, she had not been this tormented by the close proximity and unbearable sweetness of human blood. She had taken precautions to not spill their blood.
When she finally reached the town they were living, Rosalie had to be more discreet, using shadows, rooftops and alleyways to find her way home. The only thing that had gone right that day was that she had arrived after sunset. The darkness would be her ally if only for this night, when so long ago it had betrayed her. When she was barely a few miles away, the goddess shook slightly in panic, hearing the man's pulse slow, the blood flowing out at a more lazy pace. She dodged other citizens in silence and swiftness, her mind pushing her one last time and with renewed vigor to devour this man's blood before she reached Carlisle, before it was too late.
But her last steps took her across the threshold, where she could not stand it any longer. Her 100 mile struggle with the violent lashes of her instinct, driving her to satisfy the scorching fury in her throat, brought her to her hands and knees, dropping the man on the wooden floor. "Carlisle," she whispered to the ground where her fingers were clawing into the oak, with silent sobs to follow. She could only bring the man this far; she had reached the limit of her powers. Now it was Carlisle who she asked for help. Not just for him, but for herself. The sound she had used to summon Carlisle would have sufficed to bring him, but the urgency and need for the life of this man and her sanity brought her to utter it once again. "Carlisle!"
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 21, 2008 0:07:44 GMT -5
It had been two years since Carlisle had made the decision to transform the latest member of his family into one of them and now he was busy pacing, in a very human manner, along the upstairs landing. It was the first time Rosalie had been hunting on her own and Carlisle would been a bad liar if he said he wasn’t worried. He hadn’t even gone to work that day in his worry for the young woman that he considered to be as near to his heart as a daughter. He had been surprised at her apparent ease with the vegetarian life style from being a newborn, from that time in Rochester where she carefully avoided spilling blood, to her faultless track record when hunting with himself and Edward. He worried that she had crossed the path of a human whilst in the throes of her predatory instinct; he worried that someone or something had crossed her and hurt her or in some way; he just worried. The only reason he was up the stairs was because if he was closer to the door he would be on her scent, making sure she was okay. He was glad that Esme and Edward were elsewhere that evening, they weren’t used to seeing him like this and he wouldn’t have allowed them to. There was something to be said for expressing oneself in an entirely human manner, rather than trying to be the strong patriarchal figure that he knew he must be.
He wasn’t entirely sure how long he had been pacing. It wasn’t as if his legs were tiring from the repetition and the distance they had travelled - he had to rely on a time piece to tell him how long she had been away. He glanced at his watch, his brow slightly furrowed. It had only been a few hours, so she would be in their normal hunting grounds. She should have been able to locate and feed from a bear, maybe, by now - it was getting into season. As he paced he followed her imagined progress, persuading himself that she would be alright, that he hadn’t failed her by not being stronger in opposition to her going out to hunt alone. There was nothing like a father fretting for his first and only daughter.
Countless time later Carlisle’s head snapped up, alerted by the door swinging open, the incredibly strong scents of bountiful human blood and the sweet musk of his vampiric daughter all at once. A split second later he heard his name being called, first quietly and then with an urgency that he could not ignore. He raced down the stairs using the full speed of his enhanced abilities and stopped so that he was stood above the mauled boy that Rosalie had brought him. His amber eyes viewed her distraught face, she looked in pain, that was for sure and then bounced down towards the man. Of course his first thought was that they had made a mistake in allowing Rose to hunt alone so early, but as his eyes took in the sight of the young man he noticed the nature of the wounds. They were wide and ragged. This wasn’t the work of a graceful vampire kill, but something much more brutal. His head snapped back up to Rose and he belatedly noticed that her eyes lacked the crimson hue of human blood and that her resolve seemed to be failing.
He leaned over the prone body of the large boy and put his hands out to grip both of Rose’s forearms, steadying her, comforting her, and perhaps most importantly, restraining her. He was surprised that she had made it this far and there was only one reason she would have brought him to her. His face, now only inches from hers, looked at her intensely, his eyes flashing from one of hers to another to figure out her true intent. He would only do this if she absolutely, really meant it. It wasn’t a change that was taken to lightly - he had learnt that from the three vampires he had made over the last couple of decades.
“Rose?” he questioned, knowing that he didn’t need to ask the whole question. The boy only had minutes of life left in him, that was clear, he needed a decision now.
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Rosalie Hale
Dazzled
Vegetarian Vampire, PsychoBlonde
Over my pile of ashes.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Dec 21, 2008 12:32:27 GMT -5
It took all she had to keep herself attached to Carlisle when he grasped her by the arms. Had he tried to restrain her a year eariler, she would have seriously hurt him. Rose held onto Carlisle, the man she had started to consider her father more than she had ever regarded her human one. As a girl, people had not been able to compare to her beauty, and had offered gifts and praises instead. But Carlisle was the first person that had offered her sympathy, security and other things that she had not even considered before she had seen them in Carlisle. Though the vampire life was his greatest gift to her, one that she still had trouble swallowing, she had come with this man in her arms for yet a much bigger request; one that would never compare with anything she had ever asked for or had been given.
Rose sobbed again as Carlisle said her name, with the full knowledge of what she was asking for throbbing behind it. She almost wanted to laugh. Since the moment she had entered this life and family, she had seen the most amazing amount of compassion, devotion, intuition and understanding. It was almost supernatural within itself. It shouldn't have surprised her that after walking in covered in a man's blood that she had not given in to drink that Carlisle would know exactly what it meant.
Bracing herself there, she was prepared for anything but this man's death. She was prepared to beg if she had to. Her grip on Carlisle was shaking violently as her mind warned her that her time was almost up. Just a few more words and Carlisle would take this delicious opportunity from her, whether he changed him or not. But the need that had been born within her as she raced home with the man in her arms was steadily growing. It did not compete with her thirst; it was a different kind of need. She couldn't see his life end.
Controlling her crying for fear that her air supply would expend again, she looked at Carlisle with a set of churning topaz eyes, pleading with every golden flick of the iris. If he wanted her to ask for nothing more, she wouldn't. If he wanted her to never hunt alone again, she wouldn't do that too. "Please."
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tango
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I?m not even sure she?s really a vampire, let alone a newborn. She?s too tame.
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Post by tango on Dec 22, 2008 23:55:43 GMT -5
Emmett Another was near, very very near to him and the blond haired queen. He was losing consciousness slowly slowly and his heart rate was dwindling also. His signs were vital and his hands were cold, just like hers now. A new sound was recognizable now. A choking sound, someone was crying. Bleary vision cleared for a moment as he heard a male voice. Rose. What a pretty name for such a pretty face. The name he repeated over and over i his mind, the shadows creeping forward, trying to drop a shroud over not just his vision but his life as he knew it. Strength was seeping out of him almost like sweat flooding from his pores, but he had to at least touch this angel once more. Gritting his teeth, he found that even that pained him greatly but he cared not, it was to late. Slowly, oh so slowly he raised his bloodied hand to her face level. First his fingers touched her gently, bumping blindly against the rock hard skin. A caress was what he was trying to accomplish but he just couldn`t make it. It dropped, like slow motion. All he heard was a dull thud as it hit the floor, bouncing slightly. His lids threatened to close over dull eyes but he fought it, the urge to sink into a black oblivion.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 23, 2008 21:59:40 GMT -5
Every single fraction of every degree of Carlisle’s attention was on Rosalie at that moment, hurting to see her hurt, to see her so affected by this man’s death. As far as he was aware, she had never met him before, this was a compulsive act, one that he could relate to from when he made his decision to turn Esme. He was also relieved to see that she hadn’t taken it upon herself to try to activate the transformation - that she trusted him so much. He squeezed her forearms in a comforting manner, desperately wanting to make her feel better, he would do anything he could. Another thought struck him, though. Not one of his family had seen what he was like after he bit a human, it had always been done in private and he had no desire for his daughter to see him as a monster. And he wasn’t entirely sure she would have the resolve to passively watch the bite. He opened his mouth to speak just as the burly young man lifted his blood-covered hand to Rosalie’s face, making his eyes bulge. He whipped one had away from Rose’s forearm and propelled it down, but the strength had already failed the boy.
“I’ll do it,” he told his daughter, looking back over to her distraught face, a frown furrowing his brow. “If it’s truly what you want, then I will.”
He let go of her, giving her a final warning glance as he trusted her movements to herself. He crouched over the boy, creating a cage of protection, but also psyching himself up to the horrendous effects of the bite for both himself and for the young man. He angled his head back up to Rose.
“Go change, burn the clothes. It’ll make you feel better,” he paused, giving her a transparently honest look. “You have to be in control, okay? Once this begins I’m not going to be able to stop you.”
Lack of control was something that Carlisle never admitted to, the statement was a big one for him to make. He relied on humans and vampires alike to believe in his confidence, to feel safe around him and to trust him. However, the old vampire knew that for a while after the bite was administered he would be as desiring of the human’s blood as he was when he had first embarked upon the vegetarian lifestyle. No, if Rose lunged for him then he would be no help.
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Rosalie Hale
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Vegetarian Vampire, PsychoBlonde
Over my pile of ashes.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Dec 27, 2008 19:46:07 GMT -5
Rosalie's grip on Carlisle tightened with tension as she saw him consider what she was asking for. She shook where she was, holding her breath still and continually fighting the irresistible temptation right beside there on the ground. She recognized the spark of intelligence she saw in his eyes often, but it was mostly overwhelmed by a softness that she had not seen in any other being. She clung to that look and hoped that it indicated the mercy she needed to help her. To her horror, the man demanded that he not be forgotten and her lifted his hand to touch Rosalie. She turned her head away as Carlisle blocked him. Her will was fading, but she needed to know Carlisle's answer.
She turned once more to look at the mauled man on their floor, bleeding to death. His young, handsome features distorted by the savagery of the bear he'd encountered. She held her gaze only a moment longer when she snpped her head back to look at Carlisle with wide eyes. He would do it. An intense wave of gratitude and appreciation flooded her body; she knew she'd never be able to make it up to him, but she would spend eternity trying. She couldn't speak now, and only nodded with fervent need. There was no question, she needed him to live... even if it was their life.
Bracing herself when he let her go, she allowed him to approach the man. A look of worry strained her face when he ordered her to change. She couldn't possibly tear herself away from the stranger, but wouldn't imagine disobeying Carlisle after he'd agreed to this. She told herself that Carlisle was right. She had brought him all this way and it would be foolish if she didn't take any precautions while being here. She nodded again, knowing that her control had never been more important than it had been before. This morning she had thought it was just something that needed to be prodded and tested in its limitations. Now she realized that she must master herself at this very moment.
She sprinted at her fastest pace to her room before she stripped down to nothing. She quickly found a floral number that she'd never worn before and a pair of flats. She still did not dare to breathe while the blood-stained clothes were so nearby. She had put just a little distance between herself and the source, but she knew that walls would not stop her if she did not practice caution. Jumping out her second story window with her old clothes and a small box matches, she landed with the softest thud on the grassy patch just outside their backdoor. SHe didn't dare go farther than she already was. She may not be allowed to be in the same room with him right now, but at least from here she can still listen in while doing what she was told.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 28, 2008 17:48:33 GMT -5
Carlisle continued to stare at his daughter, now glad that he had hunted recently, recent enough to still show in the light gold colouring of his eyes. That would soon change, though, he knew that, but at least he had enough animal blood in him to bolster his tolerance to the human. The ferocity of her shakes were enough to stall his move towards the boy, carefully checking to make sure she would be able to handle herself. He nodded, briefly, accepting her wide-eyed gratitude in the quickest way he could - he understood her need to get away from the scene as soon as possible - she was still young.
He waited, biding his time as he crouched above the young man, wanting to allow Rosalie time to get at least a few metres away before he committed the savage yet saving act. He could see in her exaggerated response to the young man’s presence that this was a strong connection she felt, such as the one that he did when he encountered Esme. It was certainly something he couldn’t deny her, especially as the boy was in the final minutes of his life anyway. He didn’t need to look away from the stranger’s mauled face to know that his daughter had left the immediate vicinity, giving him the opportunity to act.
He leant down, close to the boy’s ear, choosing to choose with him what he was about to do before he did so. He always did - even in the direst moment of life, it was amazing what the human or transforming brain could retain - he didn’t want to be the creature of their nightmares when they came to terms with what they had become. “Try to relax,” he murmured, knowing that it was probably impossible for him to do so, but it gave him some kind of introduction. “Don’t worry, you’re going to be fine. I am going to cure you of your wounds, but it is going to hurt more first… Forgive me.”
With that he leant to the boy’s neck, bearing his teeth to cut the skin at the right point of his neck, where the blood was travelling fastest. At the very slightest of pressure his stunningly sharp teeth the delicate skin split, spewing hot blood into his mouth. Carlisle’s eyes slammed shut at the sensation, using every fraction of his conscience to ignore the odd trickle that made it down his throat. In that position he remained for a good half minute, crouching, closely holding the young man in the deadly embrace. All it would take was one wrong move whilst he waited for his venom to infect the stranger’s bloodstream and stop his heart. Once he considered enough time to have passed, Carlisle pushed himself away from the boy’s body, quickly grabbing at a decorative fabric on the side table. He pressed the material to his mouth and nose, attempting to remove the excess blood away from his senses. His eyes looked over the top of it towards the stranger, eyes now beetle black, his face taught as he strained against his darkest nature. He brought up his free hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, allowing himself just a few seconds to fight back the burning thirst attacking his throat.
Now he needed to keep the body going until the venom took over completely and began the healing process. He threw himself to his knees by the boy, allowing his professionalism to overwhelm the thirst, though it was hard pressed to do so and began to assess the cacophony of wounds littering his body.
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