written for the Christmas contest Contest Cullen FF.net.
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Broken Wings
Happy, happy Christmas, that makes the dreams we remember from our childhood, we remember Grandpa the joys of his youth, and transport the traveler will your fireplace and your sweet home! - Charles Dickens.
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"From the moment I walked into that room on the arm of my new fiance, long stalled. Nobody paid attention to the decor, or the delicious Christmas dinner, with its smells soft and suggestive, stimulating the appetite, or the novelty of drinking champagne, that despite the prohibition (1) , ran ; aa pouring all the glasses. I figured this was debíaa Royce and contacts. But that night, not even the big shiny Christmas tree full of Gifts and covered with artificial snow and lighting of candles, I eclipsaríaa me, Rosalie Lillian Hale, my expensive white gown of silk and skin, my beautiful golden hair tied in a tangled cascade thousands of pins that were simulated in my curls, my radiant smile, my flamboyant bouquet of white roses in my hand and my shiny and expensive engagement ring. All this served not only to adorn my person, even when I'm missing anything, I would be more beautiful. It was the center of the party.
But thanks to Royce and all those supplements, I was the representation of the angel Christmas.
And everything else was secondary.
What though minutes before, in my room, had been upset because my friend, Vera, had not been invited to the party? She did not pertenecíaa our class. And would send a nice gift.
Whatwhile my father took us to the house of the King, I was looking out the window and I stumbled on all the poverty that had caused the crisis? They would have wanted. Perhaps that moment, a puncture in my heart I would have remembered that they deserve my compassion. But soon, he would be surrounded by a golden bubble to separate them, inexorably, the gray world of my true colors.
What my mother every time I looked at you teary? She had to be more than aware that I was taught to not be vulgar.
"People looked at me and whispered without disguise? They had every right. They could never get higher than I was.
will speak whatever they wanted while his eyes shone when he saw something so beautiful!
soon felt Royce fingers into my mouth and my mouth and tongue tender texture captured bittersweet:
"Hum", I reveled in the taste, "What is this, Royce?"
"It's a French dish, dear, "she whispered.
"It's the best I've tasted in my life."
"It's just a small pittance," he laughed. "Prepare yourself for the rest of your life, Miss Hale."
"This is the best Christmas of my life," he confessed.
"That let me know next year when you Mrs. King, "gave me a glass of champagne. "For the better times ahead", he proposed a toast. In part, this gesture it was for me. I knew he hated the champagne.
"For the best of times, I gave a few drops of liquid gold that fell into my shoes.
I took this as an omen that I suddenly become a princess. My prince was kneeling before me and offered me a world of comfort and luxury. A world where snow fríoy not exist for me ...
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... curled up on the porch of the window , watched with delight as the snowflakes fell slowly producing a white blanket on the street.
had ambivalent feelings toward the snow.
The snow was the precursor of Christmas, and since she had always that time been waiting impatiently. To the despair of my brothers, it was me who brought me the best gifts. It was always the rebirth of something great was about to happen.
But, the snow had acquired the meaning of the end.
Royce and his friends decided to do away with all my expectations, drunk alcohol and lust, one night it snowed. And the same night that felt like my happy life verging on frivolity, escaped from between my fingers on par with a sigh.
Even if we used the metaphor, I myself was a snowflake.
Beautiful, hard, cold inert.
And despite those gloomy thoughts, he could not turn away from that damn window.
Perhaps those snowy streets full of happy and eager to get home to spend that time with loved ones, I saw one embodiment of the spirit of Christmas past. Those who never held.
was Royce had razóny ironic that this Christmas would be very different from previous ones. I'll bet he never imagined would happen this holiday season under a tombstone ostentatious food for the worms that devour their flesh.
But even here, he had been luckier than me.
To Royce was all over, while I was doomed to be locked in an eternal cycle. Permante snow and cold. I had been kicked out of I felt like heaven and the fallen angel.
The ghost of Christmas present made its appearance in the form of a smell that made me turn the stomach. The atmosphere was impregnated with poinsettias, holly, mistletoe, candy and wax that came from candles. That was the preface of the worst Christmas of my story. However, something told me that the most cruel was coming.
odors A sound came together.
It made me stop dreaming past and fall in the most terrible reality.
I had been destined to live in a home that looked more like a fairy tale palace.
At the moment, I was in a small ramshackle house.
My parents and my brothers, far from perfect, were human beings.
Carlisle, Esme and Edward were perfect, beautiful and inhuman beings straight out of a horror story. They were vampires. And, of course, me too.
always been the darling of my father and spoiled me all my whims. Carlisle was sympathetic but authoritative and not let anyone be fooled by my tantrums.
For my mother, I had been his priority.
Esme, though she treated me gently and I felt sorry for me, handing their care between the two without distinction of any kind make me special.
My brothers, my side, had been negligible. Of those things I looked over my shoulder and saw them for consideration to be blood of my blood. However, they had seen me as if something slightly less than a goddess, and had kissed the ground where he walked.
Edward was the only person to whom my beauty had not moved at all. He had never fallen for it. I was totally indifferent. I do not even treat me as if he admired the most sublime work of art ever achieved and that an art connoisseur would stay hours watching totally enthralled. If he gives me a simple glance, one could see a dull sense of utter apathy. Never know what would be most irritated me Edward: his coldness to my magnificence or that he was a creature more beautiful than me. I felt a pang of jealousy at that reality so obvious.
But for Edward, beauty was a weapon. He never seemed interested in anything that had to with this gift.
Or perhaps, he understood much better than me, that beauty could become a curse for those who got it from.
always have in my mind the question of whether there she sat, with my family, eating turkey for Christmas have been less gracious. Never find the answer.
always be beautiful, immortal, unhappy and lonely for the rest of eternity.
So I was inconceivable that should understand both pseudofelicidad environment that had begun in that house. He saw no logic to celebrate something fully human if we were not. In addition to that there was no reason to celebrate.
Where was the common sense? Was I the only one who looked like?
Well it seemed, because after all, Esme and Edward were busy decorating the house and singing and laughter.
contemptuously, I watched from the corner of his eye while he was placing Esme garlands and poinsettias in every corner of the house, and Edward was responsible for that ridiculous riding fir Ely Carlisle had been cut, so not very legal, and used in the forest as a Christmas tree.
Maybe it was as consistent as he remembered the ridicule that was jumping from corner to corner, putting on Christmas ornaments and candy canes and red candles green with a Santa Claus hat that he had also put Esme in the head, a behavior more like a Santa's helper elf to an alleged adult vampire was supposed to be.
to behave like a toddler, I did not care. But, at least, I would appreciate it ceased to whistle "Jingle Bells."
Edward did not protest at all, but by the smile teasing his lips drew, I knew it would not stop.
On the contrary, increased the sound of the whistle.
Buffet in protest.
-Edward Esme le failed just as a naughty child, "Rosalie does not like that song.
He just shrugged and changed to "Sweet Christmas."
was cursed mentally, when the pace of a human blink, he was in front of me, showing a bright smile. Had to admit that got overshadowed by his handsome face just inches from me, and surprise because of its speed, despite being one of our characteristics.
Seeing as increased her feline smile and was approaching me, until her face was just inches from mine, held my breath and I was embarrassed. What was he intended to do? ...
-Rosalie, "she whispered honeyed- I'm afraid I'll have to kiss for you to become a frog princess. At least you'll be less annoying croaking with your mental purr. He started to get Lips "At the bottom, because you're dying to kiss you ... And this Christmas, you may be lucky, made a gesture with his lips that would kiss me continuously.
- Depart from me, "I tried to push him, but departed quickly.
- Ah, ah, ah! "He shook his head in denial mode," Rose, dear, you have to fulfill the tradition-raised his eyes toward the window and I imitated him. Had hung a sprig of holly and we were just below. "If you give me a kiss, you will have bad luck for the rest of the year.
Ojala only be for the rest of the year!
"Leave me alone-I tried push back, but he deftly slipped jumping from window to window by putting the holly.
I wondered if he had drunk the lion before drinking his blood on the basis of Christmas punch.
- Edward, Rosalie, "Esme called us while carrying a box and sat around the tree," Come, it's time to decorate the Christmas tree, "began to make various ornaments and place them on the branches.
Edward sat next to Esme immediately and began to play with the ornaments until Esme took him from his hands and scolded
"Honey, is impolite to start putting the decorations until we are all "looked at me and turned my head pretending to watch the spectacle of the street.
"The princess joins the mob Edward muttered a grumpy note in his voice. "Do not come to help.
-Rosalie, why do not you come to put the Christmas decorations with us? It is something we usually do as a family. Only it's a shame that Carlisle work so late. Surely, he would have liked to be here.
I concentrated more on my work while trying to look without seeing that all the anger that had accumulated in the body does not escape.
Family "? We could not be a real family as much as you play to be human. I refused to participate in this charade.
snort I was aware of Edward issued to hear my thoughts. Nobody was calling him to pry into my affairs.
- Rosalie? Esme insisted again.
I do not think we should insist more, Esme. "I could guess as Edward shrugged. -We managed.
And between laughs and jokes, which made doliesen my ears and something inside me broke, they focused on their task, performed with dedication fruicióny to place thousands of bells, angels, crystal balls and small scented candles.
Pufff! Do you dare to call that Christmas tree? They should have gone to more meetings of society, then they had seen what was really good.
"A good job," praised Esme to put the star on the tree.
-Magnifico "agreed Edward, but I miss something. We have always put socks on the fireplace for Santa Claus when he arrived, leave us gifts. But I think we've forgotten that detail.
tried to maintain control not to turn around and shout four things. How could be so childish? It was already old enough to believe all that nonsense, telling children that they might be good. My God! How immature!
Even more bizarre was when Esme grinned and left the room to come loaded with a kind of artifact of large wood painted red and brown, and seemed to be in the form of & hellip , "reindeer? ...
... I was beginning to think that the folly was something that was contagious. And at this time.
Edward seemed so delighted that he forgot to read my mind and contaminated with all the poison that gnawed at me.
- You did! "Happy-slapped you made a box to keep the gifts! It's great! "He lunged Esme putting his arms over his shoulders and resting his head in the crook of them.
"I think if we put a box-shaped guiding reindeer sleigh, Santa Claus will bring us happier and more gifts.
Suddenly, Edward pursed the ceñoy bit his lip.
Esme looked at him with concern:
- Is there something wrong, Edward? "Inquired distressed.
- ... In fact, you could have made the box in the shape of an angel, as you had originally planned, Esme, clicked his tongue in mock gesture of anxiety. "Now every time I looked the reindeer, I'll remember all the relatives Rudolph (2) who have sacrificed to feed. This year I ran out of gift.
- Not so, Edward, "Esme kissed him on the temple-Santa Claus knows we've been good. You'll see how we are bringing gifts.
For me it could save my gift. What I really wanted, I grabbed it at the expense of doing and what volveríaa never recovered.
"So I think Santa Claus brought me a player who is in the closet of the office of Carlisle, and is used to simulate another surprise gift.
Esme gave him a strong campion.
- must not mind reading a Santa Claus! "He chided simulating an anger that was far from feeling.
- Oh, "Edward stroked her neck," Not even to tell the queen of ice which is your gift? "It was clear he was referring me.
Esme came back to hit a campion:
- Rosalie much less tell your gift!
corrosive Edward laughed. Sign that would say something against me.
"She cares very little that you have purchased a gift spat venomously. If I had bet had won. "I think he does not care.
merely Esme sigh.
- What? "Protested angrily. She has washed its hands of the whole matter. He would not participate in anything of what we did to celebrate the holidays.
Esme hugged him, and at the bottom of my heart, gave me a pang of jealousy. No one had a contact like that with me.
"It's hard for her. These are his first Christmas with her new condition ... "he reminded in a whisper. "Be patient. Arranging everything will end.
Edward shook his head as if he believed in the words of Esme. Ely was the only thing I had agreed.
A strange smell of vanilla, cinnamon, chocolate limóny delayed flaps of my nose. The smell reminded me of Christmas cookies. I could not believe they were so involved in his role of humans as to make cookies and eat.
- O Cookies must be removed from the oven! "Esme got rid of Edward hug and ran to the kitchen, Edward, is taking the boxes to place cookies!
Oh, no! If they had done!
"Every Christmas, we make cookies to take to the hospital where Carlisle and handed out to patients. At this time, no doctor wants to take care of the sick and Carlisle can not refuse. So we celebrated Christmas with Ely then at twelve o'clock, go home and open gifts. "Edward went first to me, explaining their holiday schedules.
"You have to give me explanations of what you have planned. He snapped harshly.
snorting He just took off a lock of hair with impatience
"For me, golden girl, like you want to rot with all your ghosts, but Carlisle and Esme look forward to them you go. So do us all a favor, stop whining about what we can not and starts to behave more altruistically.
pegasen I felt like a sting that makes me sit up and, in two steps, stood, facing him.
Despite my scary appearance, he was not intimidated and looked at me fiercely. Let me not be intimidated by that and I raised my head proudly showing her that he had no fear not:
"If you do not like what you see in my mind, let's dig into it," he pointed a finger. "Nobody has asked you not metieses as you ought.
"Your thoughts scream too much to be ignored," he scolded. "Anyway, your bitter expression is telling us all ... How can you be so selfish? How can you not stop thinking about yourself? You are not the only one trapped in it, Rosalie. But unlike you, we try to move on and look at this.
- Are you telling me to forget everything I've been for something I do not like to be? "Inquired angrily. -Per if you yourself are the first thing you hate to be in your skin. You're a hypocrite! Therefore, you have no right to tell me how I should behave!
- try to be happy about Carlisle and Esme! "He shouted" They deserve to have a Christmas conditions. And I will not let you ruin it all for your tantrums and spoiled brat.
- do not let nobody tell me these things! "I warned.
Edward laughed sarcastically
"There's always a first time for something, right?" He warned. "And I'm afraid, dear, that it will not be the last time. If you like to recreate in your own grief and lick your wounds, for me great. Soon you will realize that surround the ghost of Christmas past is not the best company. You run the risk of ending up completely alone. But try not to infect others all your rage when we want to be at peace.
"To believe you a good mind-reader, I see you've given none. "I defended myself. "You have no idea how I feel. Do not even think you care.
"Right," confirmed, "I do not care.
- Go to hell, "I growled.
Edward was about to retort something, when Esme, with a tray of cookies, took part in our discussion:
"Boys, it is good to discuss at Christmas, they scold us or as if we we tried two schoolboys. - Do you know what happened?
As always, the smart aleck of Edward had to open its huge mouth first:
"Here, the princess that everything he touches turns to gold, I just put eyes at my new nickname," not happy with the way to celebrate our Christmas, and until the wreck and will not stop, "he accused.
"Edward," Esme drawled as if taking a sermon that was repeated thousands of times, "remember what I said earlier.
"I know, He started nervously gesturing and raising of his voice, "but she is not getting easier. Want something you can not have. Can you imagine it going with us to distribute biscuits? We will embitter existence! And the kids are going to choke him cookies ... "he sighed. "I'm hoping that Santa Claus comes at midnight to give it to Ely to take her to the North Pole. But I think if I do this, I risk not having Christmas presents in a hundred years.
Were said I had to deliver them cookies? Oh, no! Over my dead body!
"It's a joke, right?" I prayed that it was only a bluff. I could not do that. I could not hang out with the mob ... and much less, if they were human. Only a few months ago I was a vampire.
-Carlisle believes that if you keep an eye on long enough, you'll control. "Edward answered my thoughts. Then, my worst fears were realized.
I had to stoop to the level of those unfortunates. I, Rosalie Hale, a year earlier would have to ignore me as I walk the streets with my trendy clothes and my bags full of gifts and they looked at me as if an angel had left in its wake .
Somebody wake me from this nightmare!
Edward curled his lips into a smile of satisfaction as he dictated my decision:
- Do not complain so much! "Pretended to make a stew. 'I watch you touched so nothing happens. And so the way I will make sure that you will not disappoint the children by telling them that Santa Claus is only a figment of parents to behave at Christmas. You're not going to spoil anyone over night!
I have no intention to spoil anyone's night, because I'm not going anywhere. "I informed. "All this has nothing to do with me.
- How you are not going to go, Rosalie? "Asked Esme worried. "This is something we do as a family and you are part of the family.
"But I do not want to do this. "I tried to suppress a stamp on the wooden floor. "I'm not used to doing anything that you do and your plans to celebrate ... I look ridiculous. First, I do not think it has anything to celebrate. Also, you did what you wanted not consult me for me ... That's not fair!
"Sorry to tell you, Rosalie, but things are not so. "The normally sweet face Esme, acquired hard-featured and impersonal voice was cold, a sign that she was upset. Which I cared little, to say nothing. "We've been all week imploring you and asking you to help us with all the preparations. We went to buy gifts and ornaments, went to the forest to find a suitable tree, we had to resign ourselves to cooking to make cookies, I've been putting together this wooden box, 'said the Reindeer was standing Christmas tree, which provided the discussion with a fake smile painted with a black brush , "for a week to be more original when it comes to receiving gifts, we've cleaned, collected and decorated the house for weeks been planning this day. In all these actions, we have asked opinióny advice but have decided not only not help, but also impedimentos. He tried to approach me, toward conciliatory, but I turned him down in a quick gesture movimiento. "Still, I would be thrilled if you were, but we'll respect you if you decide you do not. But I hope you enter razóny understand, that even so, there is much to celebrate.
was about to reply that I had nothing to celebrate, when the door opened and Carlisle appeared at home, before the usual time.
"It's just a moment. He apologized while drew to a poor woman admiring the decor. "I'd forgotten to pick one thing and go back to the query. He kissed the forehead of Esme and her smile froze when he saw our faces. - Has something bad happened while I was away?
"Nothing. "Edward shrugged his shoulders as he spoke with irritable indifference. "I've told Rosalie that you'll dress up as Santa Claus and has panicked.
Carlisle looked at me piercingly, and I the urge to look away.
-Rosalie, is there a problem? "Said a cordial manner.
I took the plunge and decided to say everything I had saved:
"This is nonsense. We are celebrating something we do not feel at all.
- What you do not feel at all? "Carlisle put his arm around the shoulders of Esme without removing his gaze from me. By their expressions, I realized that he also supported this circus.
"I'm not happy, I have no reason to celebrate.
- What if you think this, Rosalie? "Carlisle tried to reason with me. "As bad as they may seem that things are going, there will be something we should celebrate. In life there are small gaps between the clouds of happiness. And every one of those clear, it is worth to be celebrated. I know how you feel. I've been thinking the same thing for two hundred years until I found my reason to celebrate. He put his arm toward him to attract Edward. "Maybe we have been wronged, and we have not taken into account ...
- unjust, anything," interrupted Edward, protesting. "We had all sorts of considerations with her, Carlisle. Does not seem right that we should change our habits and his whims.
-Edward, - Carlisle silenced him in a reasoned, "maybe we should have asked him if he wanted to do something special for Christmas. "This time he addressed me. - Mistakenly thought you'd like to celebrate our way, besides it's your first Christmas with us and your circumstances ... ... "snorted to take off a lock of my hair so impatient ... I I'm so sorry. We have not thought about what you like. Maybe by next year, we can do something else according to your taste. When all is said and done, that whatever we do just to be together.
isolated I felt all alone in front of them. Were not they supposed that Carlisle was the most sensible? What did support all this nonsense?
All accumulated sense of anxiety in my body became angry, and unable to bear as it gnawed at me, I decided to expel all foreign:
- Me refuse to pretend something I'm not! I'm not a girl that you have to say to smile when you just want to mourn, "I shouted with all the strength that allowed me my lungs without exceeding the threshold of pain- The holidays are not for us! We are not human! The monsters have no right to be happy !...- I struck me and tried to go ahead with the words locked "... I've done nothing to deserve all this. I did not ask a child to become a tale terror. There was no right to take away a life.
"You know who is guilty of everything that's wrong. "Edward. His voice was cold impersonal not denote anger with her eyes shining. "The same person who promised you the sky at your feet, was what led you to what you are now. We have no guilt, Carlisle thought you deserved a second chance and why you're here, bothersome Christmas. You should be grateful, because not everyone has been granted second opportunities.
"Second chance? This was not a chance. It was a conviction ...
... How to make them understand that this event was not for us?
I looked everywhere and I found the happy look of wood that Rudolph. And I found that the fireplace was lit. Something crossed my mind. If they did not want to understand the good that we could not celebrate the holidays, would him understand the hard way.
And before I read Edward's mind and had time to act, I moved quickly to Rudolph and I threw a kick to the fireplace, where after breaking in thousands Chip, I got the smell of burnt wood and paint to the sound of the cry of anguish from Esme.
was absolutely not within me, until an incredibly painful pressure fell on my wrist. It was so intense that my body bowed up rotate it, and meet face to face with Edward with the features of his face contracted by rage.
I shook violently spitting the words full of anger:
"Until you have not stopped, have not been happy, right?" His breath burned my face. I took this as he was furious. And I had to admit, I was afraid. - Really, I'm glad! I'm glad my heart! ... Because thanks you, this Christmas we will be a little more miserable than they already are in day everyday!
- You're hurting me! "I protested in pain.
Edward dropped my wrist and gave me a big push that made me lose balance and fall backward to the ground.
As a reflex, I turned my head to force him to face Ely excuse for behaving like a real brute. But when my eyes were stuck in theirs, I got an immensity of feeling that knotted my throat and I still made my heart was weighed as much as lead.
Of course there was anger, but what I was magnetized to the ground, getting it was unable to move from there, it was the sorrow decepcióny for having broken the only way exhaust to touch the hope that something good in this life.
I was struck by lightning and, accumulating in my own anger and resentment, I added the horrible feeling fault.
More than ever, I wished with all my strength, that night he was about to die, I had found Carlisle and wounded my body had been buried by snow.
"I think that is the only sensible thing you've thought about this day. "The cruelty that Edward's voice exuded by auction ended. Knew what was going to say, but I did no move to defend. He was right, so I decided to wait with the patient sentence that I say. "It's the stupidest idea that Carlisle has happened to his more than two hundred years. If I had not saved, now, would be peaceful. Every time I think people better than you has died without being able to be offered this opportunity ... "She did not finish and a quick turn me back again and went to his room in two strides .
slammed so hard he got that part of the living room wall cracks, and a couple of Christmas ornaments are dropped to the ground and shattered hiciesen.
Carlisle and Esme watched the show with somber faces and not knowing what to do or say. Of course I did not want your pity! For me it would become the greatest of insults.
I regained strength to get up and dealing with them, I shouted, in a spasm that threatened to erupt:
- you know he's right, "I screamed with pain so similar that could have gone through anger-I do anything I asked you! If hubieseis that night they found me, it would be over! No one deserves this! ...
"Well it's a shame you think so, Rosalie. "I interrupted Carlisle and grieved quietly, which made me feel even more miserable than all the insults that Edward had poured over me. "Because I never regret I have saved you that night. And even now, do not see the light in the tunnel, there are always reasons that compel us to move forward. Despite everything you think, do not deserve to miss it because you had an infamous your life taken too soon.
I shook my head from side to side like a little girl. I did not want to keep listening. The walls of the house started shaking and I felt claustrophobic. Needed air right now. No more words to break my shell and hiciesen blow up all my defenses. Needed to get out now.
was simple: it was to walk and not look back ever. Without realizing it, I was walking to nowhere, no coat and my hair scattered by the wind, while snowflakes around me.
