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Post by Rosalie Lillian Hale on Sept 10, 2009 21:12:47 GMT -5
[/center] ---It was almost dawn when Rosalie walked into the house they were using at the edge of town. She looked more beautiful then any bride had ever looked, but moved with more grace then any overly nerves and giddy human girl had ever moved. She wore a wedding gown, one she had stolen for the events leading up to tonight. It held almost no dirt, just a few wrinkles and places there their hands hand ripped the dainty lace. ---She knew her---It was hard to think of him has her father, with how much she missed her human father but she was slowly coming to see him as a father. Better then her's in some ways, but no so in others. She loved him just as much however, her new father. ---Tonight however she couldn't make eye contact with him when she entered the house. She wondered where Esme and Edward were. Hunting, or maybe giving them space? She knew she had to admit to him what she did tonight, he knew it was coming but the wonderful, gentle man who was her new father, couldn't approve could he. Would he blame her? "Hello." She said softly.[/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP; and Google.))
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Post by carlisle on Sept 11, 2009 21:16:56 GMT -5
Carlisle had been able to spell his 'daughter' from over a mile away, as he had been curious where she had been. He had come home from hunting earlier, and everyone had been gone. He assumed that Carlisle and Esme had been hunting, but he wasn't sure about Rosalie. She hadn't been hunting too long ago, and her newborn year was at it's end. Which was most certainly a good thing, but they'd also have to move away from Rochester soon. People were going to get suspicious of why they weren't changing physically.
Setting down his medical book, Carlisle looked over and stood up as Rosalie entered. His eyes looked up and down her current apparel twice, surprised by it. He could smell human scent on her, but her eyes were not a fresh red as if she had drunken their blood. That was most certainly a good thing, though he wouldn't judge her on whatever he had done. He knew that she probably had good intentions behind it, but couldn't help but be slightly frustrated if it was something that he didn't approve of.
"Hello Rosalie," Carilsle started simply, trying to meet her eyes. It appeared that she was trying to avoid his eyes, which did make him slightly suspicious of what she could have possibly done that she was scared of his reaction. "May I ask what you have been doing in your current apparel?" He kept his voice calm, not wanting to scare her or sound judging immediately. That was the last thing he wanted to do, as he knew that he had to be forgiving of what Rosalie had done.
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Post by Rosalie Lillian Hale on Sept 12, 2009 17:57:16 GMT -5
[/center] ---Turning her head slightly so her face was away from him she paused for a moment. So still that she could well have been made of stone. Did he not know what her plans had been? She had been planning this for a few days and had assumed Edward would tell him. Then again, she had been gone hunting for the few days before this, so maybe Edward had not over heard her thoughts? ---Don't tell him, her mind told her, but she knew better. The deaths of Royce King III and his friends, and bodies guards were going to be morning news. Gossip would spread faster then the flu and he would hear of it at work. He would know. ---"What have I been doing in my wedding dress?" She asked slowly, not meeting his eyes still, stalling for time. She didn't want him to make her leave this family but she knew she would have done it again and again. "I went to visit someone." She didn't go any further for now, she had to phrase this perfectly. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP; and Google.)) |
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Post by carlisle on Sept 13, 2009 15:58:31 GMT -5
You've got to forgive her, Carlisle thought to himself. He knew that he would forgive her anyway though, as he was never good at holding grudges at people. Especially when he knew that it was his fault for damning them into this eternal life. Though he still had hopes that it was possible to try to get into Heaven, though no one in his family had yet to agree with him. He knew it would be a long shot, but he had never killed a human being. He knew he couldn't blame the others though for killings.
Wedding dress? This was just starting to sound worse and worse in this year. Visit someone...wedding dress...Oh my! Carlisle had a stronge feeling what could have happened, and knew that it was likely if Rosalie did not tell him he would hear at work if it had to do with Royce King II. He was extremely popular across the town, so the word would spread quickly across Rochester. He held back a sigh, knowing that it would most likely make her feel even worse than she would have.
"May I ask who you have been visiting and why, Rosalie? You know that it was exceedingly dangerous, seeing as you are supposed to be dead." Carlisle said in an emotionless, non-judging voice. He knew that he would have to be extremely patient with Rosalie. It must have been the hardest for her to adjust to this life than Esme and Edward, as she hadn't already lost everything before she was changed. He just waited patiently for her to respond.
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Post by Rosalie Lillian Hale on Sept 15, 2009 23:19:19 GMT -5
[/center] ---His voice was so emotionless. He had to be holding something out of it but what was it? Anger for putting them at risk? Or did he not want her living here anymore. Rosalie made a quick glance up to his face then away but her vampire eyes took in ever detail. He didn't look mad. ---Notyet.---"I was," Her voice trailed off and she looked around for a moment before looking up at his eyes pleading for forgiveness. "I went to see Royce. He thought I was ghost." She would miss Esme when he sent her away, he would not want her to stay would he? "He asked for forgiveness." Something she would not grant. "He's dead." She whispered, but knew he would hear.[/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP; and Google.)) |
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Post by carlisle on Sept 17, 2009 19:07:48 GMT -5
Royce? ROYCE? This could not end well, which was something that Carlisle was completely sure of. It was obvious to not only him but Esme and Edward about how much she despised him. It was something that claerly easy to see for anyone, which meant that this was not a good thing that she had gone to see him. There were so many things that could have gone wrong going out into public as such a young vampire, and was fairly surprised that she had managed with her thirst.
Dead.
Carlisle probably should have expected her to want to kill him, but didn't that that Rosalie actually would have ended up doing it. If it had been a matter of thirsty that could have been much more understandable, yes, but this was different. She had killed him for her own gain, and not to gain the satisfaction of thirst. Killing because of their thirst was a natural vampiric action to do, which made it harder to judge her for that. But this was most certainly different!
"I can imagine why you would kill Royce King II, though I'm not going to scold you because you already know that it wasn't the best choice. It is easy to be blinded by rage." Though, Carlisle wasn't certain that he had ever been as a vampire. Which made it a little harder for him to truly be able to understand them, but he was just naturally a compassionate person which did help it quite a bit. He left out a sigh, shaking his head slightly to himself as for what to do.
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Post by Rosalie Lillian Hale on Sept 18, 2009 18:23:56 GMT -5
[/center] ---Rosalie looked up at him with her golden eyes, a sign that she had not broken down and drank any of the men who's lives she had taken tonight. She had been strong in that aspect, she had not wanted them apart of her. ---It still made her so angry to think of her last human hours. While she was grateful that she now had this family, and a best friend in Esme, Rosalie didn't love this life. She almost wished she had died as a human, rather then live forever frozen and alone. ---She wanted to hug Carlisle so he would hug her back and tell her everything would be better soon, she wanted him to make things better, but she knew she had to get it all out in the open, "He wasn't the only one I killed." She looked back down and whispered, "The others. The men from that night. . . " [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP; and Google.)) |
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Post by carlisle on Sept 19, 2009 11:46:23 GMT -5
Not the only one? At least Rose's eyes were still golden, that meant that she had restrained herself from killing them. Carlisle held back another sigh, not wanting her to think that he was overly disappointed with her. He was slightly disappointed, though he did not show it. He did not want her to feel anymore guilty than she needed to. He would forgive her naturally, and could not blame her. He was not a female, so he wasn't quite sure if this was a natural reaction for a girl her age or she had just wanted revenge after the rape.
The other men that night did make sense in Carlisle's opinion. He merely nodded at first, trying to think what they would do. Perhaps moving again would be a good idea, he was having a harder and harder time passing for his age. It was hard enough for him to pass at thirty, so thirty-two was pushing it. They had to move eventually anyway, this could be the sign that their time in Rochester had come to an end. That was that, they'd move despite they probably could have stayed for another year or so.
"I see. I do not blame you, Rosalie, but I can't help but wish you had not done so. This is a sign that we need to leave Rochester soon, as far as I can tell. But everything will be okay in the end, I promise you that much." Carlisle said calmly, approaching her and putting a gentle had on her shoulder. He did not wish to make her feel horrible, but it was only natural that he had wished she had not killed them all.
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Post by Rosalie Lillian Hale on Sept 22, 2009 1:21:35 GMT -5
[/center] ---Rosalie was shocked when he spoke the words he did. So when he put a hand on her shoulder it shocked her more. She moved her own hand up to rest over his, in a loving fashioned. He should kick her out. ---"You are not going to send me away?" She asked, "You do not hate me for this?" She asked trying understand this selflessness he had, this understanding and love he seemed to give to everyone. He was hard for her to understand at times. ---Carlisle was the closest thing to a father she would ever have from this point on in her. . . . in her life. She loved he so, and was very glad he seemed not to be about to make her leave. Rosalie was a Daddy's girl at heart. Her father though her dead, but Carlisle, even knowing her worst actions, seemed ready to be there for her. [/blockquote] ((Icons not of my own making. Credit goes to 'Leah' of MP; and Google.)) |
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