Broken wings (2ª parte)
Some humans looked at me with pity as I saw brisk walking.
- Poor girl! "I heard a woman whisper" It's going to freeze!
tried not to laugh in your face. If she knew.
was not cold. I myself was cold, like these beautiful statues of ice that were used to decorate gardens.
However, a bitter feeling seized me. She had not noticed how beautiful she was. I was hurt ... Oh, God! How I hated that feeling! I was Rosalie Hale and should be above that.
passed by my eyes flashes of lights along with music and colors. But it was something that was so foreign to me.
impassive even passed through the crowd.
Rich filled the trunk of his car with lots of gift package, while smoothing their clothes to get ready to attend a big party.
The poor were limited to recall the spirit of Christmas to get some money to move forward.
There was not a charity rag on me to his unfortunate situation.
His heart was beating inside his chest and every breath of life wasted in the mist expelled by breathing or speaking. How could not they realize that something as valuable as a human life? To me the only thing left was the future. And a very long and dark future.
nonsense I realized that my place was not, and that the steps he was taking, I headed to a particular location.
The ghost of Christmas past whispered to me that I had to go back there. The place where I had been happier.
That was stronger than me. If he could not return to spend a happy Christmas, at least the attempt to revive in my memory.
How would my family? What would have taken my loss?
As time was of little comfort, but I wish my mother understood in some way, that despite everything, I was well, and wherever he was, my thoughts were with them.
was not so foolish to appear so suddenly. He knew the rules perfectly, and least wanted, was to condemn my parents and brothers for my silly sense of nostalgia. But somehow, I would notice and they would understand my message even without seeing me, hear me. But they would know. This idea
eased me of my worth and every step closer to me what was my home, my heart seemed to be accelerated, even if physiologically impossible. Arriving at
garden belonging to my house, I was surprised to see such care and filled with lights, but even more that there was a lot of late model cars, parked. A crowd of people dressed in elegance and distinction going in one direction. In my house What was supposed to this? I followed that path
follow their direction as the sound of their laughter and their ridiculous conversations, if her dress was of better quality than twinkie, or Somebody's niece wearing the same dress last year because her husband had ruined with the crisis, or that the party would be better than last year for not wearing those pesky kids at the party ...
... Fiesta? My parents were having a party? After all what happened? It was assumed that this Christmas would not be happy for them.
I had to go there to find out what the heck was going on there.
But in trying to get one of those ladies gave me a cold stare that left me static on the site.
Supposedly, I could have paralyzed or panicked. It was a thousand times more impressive and exceeded my strength to hers.
terror seizes me, despite all those advantages. Am
would have known?
not seem so.
simply gave me a reproachful look for the simple fact of being there. I glanced up and down, and keep track of your eyes, I found the problem.
had left home with only the clothes: wear high-heeled boots, a black skirt frayed and stained with mud at the edges and a white shirt completely soaked. He did not need a mirror to see how chaotic my hair was loose and wet.
And so that left me terrified inquisitorial gaze. It was not a threat. Clue. Simply not invited.
passed a rare and eternal seconds even stopped looking at me and went to the comfort and warmth of the place, leaving me totally deserted amid the snow.
With no one around me, I walked to the swings where so many hours of my childhood was spent, and sitting I witnessed this gruesome spectacle of gold.
At that time, gold seemed so cold and lifeless.
And I wanted heat. That heat was missing in my body and I missed.
And through that golden bubble filled with Christmas music, champagne, tasty food and clothing of past designs, was my mother. My bright, beautiful and radiant mother frivolous purple dress and a glass of champagne in hand, being the center of the party. And my father, drawing and elegantly dressed in a tuxedo, while gloating to people of higher economic level.
was useless to ask what had happened. If stirred my memories, you may find the answer.
could still remember that Christmas when I was ten, I was lying in bed, crying and screaming because a car had hit a snowball, my cat, and the last thing I wanted was to go to a party Christmas fun.
But my mother, ignoring my tears, overwhelmed entered my room, took my best dressed of the closet I pulled off the bed and I undressed for a bath. After she was commissioned to dress and comb. My cheeks hurt when she pinched me to extol the my porcelain skin scarlet with them.
took me to a mirror and said,
"This is the secret to success, Rosalie," she said mirror image. "Let your tears in the mirror, and make your mirror smile and get it out to the outside. So you will always be what people want to be. And depending on what you say, that will help you to rise or fall. Remember, image is everything. "
was a stark reality. My mother had given the same value as a dead cat, and sorry for my loss to only consume the socially respectable. Then I would never have existed. If they had, it would only be a curse for social advancement.
few words, diametrically opposed, came to my mind:
"What if I tell you right now I want to study medicine?" I heard myself ask derisively of Carlisle, as he prepared his utensils his briefcase.
had been a rather rhetorical question. He sensed that I reply that I had to consider whether it was nice and polite.
As his calm response left me totally stunned:
"As you know, Rosalie, who is going to cost more than to humans by the issue of control of blood," he said quietly. I blinked twice before realizing that he spoke quite seriously. "But I see in you the necessary toughness to get it. Will be, as Edward, a wonderful doctor. You only need what you propose. "
My father took her hand, with calculated finesse, my mother and placed her lips on the knuckles in an attempt to kiss quite painful.
A stinging sensation in his eyes reminded me that at a glance, even a minimal gesture, Esme was able to demonstrate almost reverential love she felt for her husband. And it was so beautiful that could cause the tears to my eyes that it lacked.
out the lip in an attempt to face that could not be regarded not smile when I saw my brothers, making pathetic attempts to please that crowd, playing the piano so bad that I imagined the features and made by the Edward ache to listen.
sighed as I swung and watched as the snow fell on me.
Suddenly, everything went dark and I had a vision of myself, change of scenery, in a gloomy forest, and as was customary, snowing hard.
Seeing me dressed like a man, in jeans and shirt wide, tracking and sniffing the air, watching quietly with eyes red, I knew immediately that this picturesque scene was my first hunt.
know that I watched and tried to control it and be good. But there was no problem. There were no humans around, and I controlled the situation. Or so it seemed to me.
Maybe it was the rapid course of the twilight. Or the snow falling on my wrist and melting into it.
I was completely stiff and an accumulation of sensations possessed my mind and body.
Everything was too fast. Like lightning.
tearing fabric
... ... ... Noise
metal buttons falling to the ground ...
... A terrible weight on my body ... ...
breath burning my face ...
... A mixture of odors from the alcohol, herbal soap, cologne and sweat face ...
... cursing in my ear ... ... Laughter
breaking my soul ... ... Sollozos
contents ... ... Something cold and sharp cutting my skin ... ... Strokes
hurt my body ...
... All kinds of aberrations unimaginable about me ...
... Snowflakes covering what was left of my battered body ...
Everything revolved around me at dizzying speeds, mixing in a host of horrible sensations of smells, sounds, pain, particularly severe pain and shame ...
When I thought I had reached the maximum, I screamed like I was pulling an essential part of me. And then I realized that there was no turning back. For roar that could never be human. My throat was red hot and broke something in me forever.
screaming While I lay down on the leaves curled up and hugging me my legs, moving from side to side.
And then I felt a warm pressure on my hair.
A hand began to Mesar hair and laid her fingers gently on my cheeks. The friction became a gentle caress. My scream was as attenuated as the heat was infiltrated in the area of my body.
And then I wept hard and Edward grabbed me to stick to your body and hug in silence, merely to rock as if I were a baby while I'm singing something that reminded me of a lullaby.
stayed with me until the first rays of sun lit up the forest. Edward
was my placebo but I knew that my ghost just vanish with blood.
My nostalgic smile to that memory became a joke to imagine those two cherubim of blond hair, who were my brothers, share the thirst for revenge that ended with Royce and his friends in the grave with the silent complicity of Edward.
Surely, his beautiful and adored sister Rosalie had become an angel of death and destruction. Someone who should not exist even in its most fanciful dreams.
course, doubted that some of them had burned the wedding dress covered with blood and cleaned the footsteps of my execution so as not to upset Carlisle.
The band fell from my eyes and I realized that there was no turning back.
I could not even wanted to be a beautiful porcelain figurine that had to be displayed to please. I wanted to have a say in all acts of my life.
I was getting convinced how much I would have pretended to have spent Christmas as Rosalie King.
A broken wrist smile as much makeup on her face and wore my suit as Coco Chanel, I would ask them who belong the colony that was steeped in the shirt Royce. Does your secretary or a prostitute in office? There
many broken dreams and many limitations in this new existence. But that night I had closed side to accept that not all changes were to get worse. The
Cullen had accepted me as one of a family, without any conditions, and I thanked her so cruel. He had ruined the party.
Edward was right. There were people who had earned this opportunity and I was missing out.
sighed as she leaned her forehead on the strings suspending the swing. I had no idea how to fix the situation.
And then came the miracle of Christmas. Or maybe they were a message the spirit of Christmas future. The case was in the midst of the snowstorm, an imposing figure appeared out of nowhere, walking slowly and gracefully.
And it was really beautiful with her black coat flapping in the wind highlighting his pale complexion and hair shining bronze in the light of the streets. It was closer to me until it was positioned in front and stood him a smile as he assessed me with his golden eyes.
traits
If I had been so familiar from recent months, he had taken by an angel.
mental
With an invitation, I pointed to sit on the swing that was on my right side, and few moments we sat in silence, carefully watching the pictures that the flakes were in the air.
psyched I did not even ask what he was doing here when it was he who broke the silence:
-Esme and Carlisle kicked me out of house for you to go look. She bit her lip to snap up a smile. "As I left without shelter in the street, you were afraid cogieses you cool and cold.
tried to contain a laugh. As if that were possible!
"For someone so smart, the excuse is pathetic. "I flunked. "Besides, I was the stupid left without shelter. Therefore, if you were to get sick, the stuff of science fiction, this is only my problem. Edward sighed heavily
more breathing room to the cold mist.
"I'm pretty temperamental," I nodded agreeing with him, "and when I get angry, I do say so explosive and the first thing that crosses my mind without considering the consequences of the impact of my words. Then, to come to me of sanity, I analyze the damage they have caused and I feel horrible because I hurt people I care about and something that in reality, I am far from feeling. I do not know what happens. I try to avoid but always talk over the account and end up hurting someone. Fortunately, Carlisle and Esme are so used, which do not take it too seriously, but I've caused too much pain for a boost ...
"Tonight was not you who has lost his temper," I confessed with apologies and repentance. "I've taken the award. I was hateful and I think I may never forgive him.
Edward heard laughing shaking his head:
"Never know what you are capable of supporting Carlisle and Esme. There you have much to fill the quota, dear.
complicity
I smiled and continued talking while drawing shapes with the tip of his shoe:
"I might understand you better and put me in your shoes. In the end, you and I are too similar to be compatible. There is simply no chemistry between us.
"It's the axiom that like poles repel I agreed with him.
"I, like you, I was always the center of my world. "His voice was a touch of nostalgia and I understood he meant. "I was totally alone, and that everything revolved around me. And I gave the appearance that I did not care at all and even I liked all the attention that they were to me. You may not mattered to me three or five years, but after eight years until my last Christmas, I began to ask the same desire for Christmas. Every year, wrote a letter to Santa Claus and ask him to bring me a baby brother or sister. I was tired that my mother always scolded me for my antics. I could tell that the dog had eaten the apple pie, but it had no curtains painted with watercolors, I laughed at the picturesque image and Edward imitated my smile. "And above all, wanted to share with him or her, all the toys I had brought. I always put a Santa Claus that if I had, not too tyrant promised him and protect him always. And every night Christmas remained awake in case she heard the crying of a baby, waiting under the tree to see if there was a crib with a baby for attention. Needless to say that I always had to play alone.
"I think you knew well and knew you were going to torture this little one in a thousand and one ways," I joked.
-elves are ironic, you know? "I shook my head. "They have given me my desire for a convoluted way. I had to go through life to get what they wanted-blinked confused. - You came to our home in an unexpected way and on a night like this. And from the outset, all wanted was desmembrarte, burn and throw your remains into a well ... God, you were so irritating! But from the outset, I hoped, Rose. He put his fingers in the chain where I was and groped mine. I helped with homework and intertwine. Despite our cold skin, I felt incredibly hot. "You were something I miss him and really needed.
had a lot of knots in my throat, my chest was too heavy and I could not breathe, I though it was unnecessary. Surely it was an illusion, but I had the feeling of having too much water in my eyes and it was released through my cheeks. Had gotten someone wanted me as I was. Though upset that my beauty was not captivated.
He just laughed hard at the thought, and stood up offering me his hand to go to shelter on the porch of the house. Whenever
snowing harder and harder.
In no time, I let the hand of my brother ....
"Although I have had brothers on one occasion, I am so happy you're here with me, good and bad. "I confessed. "I admit that I'd miss you if you had missed and that everything would be even more difficult without your presence. "Still needed understand that, although important, was not enough for me. Not completely filled my empty. "But even being selfish, I want more. I need more.
"I understand. "He answered without more. "You need something to propel you forward.
- You've found your pulse? "I asked not knowing if I was going to be somewhat embarrassing.
"As you said, it's just an impulse. But the engine that will help me continue. I'm pretty ungrateful for this, but the image of my mother grows more troubled me in my mind. As time passes, all of it will fade and soon become a blur. Do not remember or smell, or color of your eyes and hair, or the timbre of her voice. But always remember that my father and I were his all for her ... And when my father died from the flu, my mom turned all that on me and keep me safe. All this led him to perceive what Carlisle was already begging him to save me as he only could. She knew that, somehow, I continue forward. And that's the momentum that keeps it afloat.
"I muttered. "But I want my engine. I left too much for this opportunity.
"Sooner or later, Rosalie, will find this engine. "I promised and then he grinned. "But this year, for being poor and have thrown the poor Rudolph to the fire, you might miss kind gift. So keep asking Santa Claus, dear.
have punched him if not stronger than me.
"So you think that even monsters like us, we should be happy?" Inquired sarcastically.
"Being this time of year, say, we really are angels who have broken their wings and, therefore, we can not go to heaven and we have been condemned to remain on earth. But even the limbo beings have a right to our happy Christmas.
I hugged tightly and did I get the warmth of her body.
soon felt like his chest was vibrating and I heard him laugh out loud. I lifted my head to see what made him so funny, and I found ourselves surrounded by young humans, we watched open-mouthed, in the garden of the house. They should come to a party and now were heading to this. He must have heard the beating of their hearts and throat burned me because of the smell of blood.
But actually, I was curious. Why are we watching?
- What is it? "Whispered in the ear of Edward.
He thought the situation very funny. "Well
all women envy you for having me in your arms someone so beautiful, "I set eyes. "And all the men trying to figure out how to carve for the privilege of being with you five minutes. "I gave him a smug smile. I was proud to receive as they accelerated the heart ... all but one. A handsome boy brown curly hair and I smiled sheepishly and sighed every time I looked at Edward.
- Forget about the boy, "Edward was having fun. "He is devising a way to ask if he would spend Christmas under his sheets.
I wanted to be a little more bad that night. I knew that Santa Claus ever forgive me.
Edward intervened to help:
"I can think of something to break their hearts. He looked up and realized.
We were under the mistletoe.
"You know the tradition. He raised an eyebrow.
I made the gesture of swallowing saliva.
Was I really willing? Why not? Just for one night. And he had to admit that while I thought of Edward as a brother, also was the most beautiful that my eyes had seen, and the desires of my body were more powerful than my reasoning. After all, it was of a man. I had my needs. And above all, I was satisfied. Finally I was fascinated by my beauty.
- Kiss me! "He ordered. Total for five minutes could forget the details of the fraternity.
"Close your eyes," she whispered.
Slowly, I did, I passed my tongue over my lips and lifted my chin slightly opening my mouth, sighing, panting, to his lips posing, molding to mine and a tingle go through these.
Tickling happened ... but in my head ... and suddenly I felt her laughter in my hair.
A sense of frustration hit my body. What it seemed even funnier.
I sensed his crooked smile drawn on the skin of my forehead.
"You would not believe it would be so easy, right?" He sneered. "You'll need a lot of Christmas waiting for the miracle to arrive. I'm Edward Cullen and my kisses are not free.
"petulant Cretin!" Cursed him sigh for the Christmas gift was the patience to put up with Edward forever.
had stopped snowing.
~ * ~ (1) The prohibition, in the eighteenth amendment to the constitution, was not repealed until 1933.
(2) Rudolph, according to mythology Christmas is a bright red nose reindeer, head of the nine reindeer pulling the sleigh of Santa Claus. Shortfic
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