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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 11, 2008 23:56:22 GMT -4
Take me back to the place
Where we were standing at the top
When we were living everyday
Like its the last one that we've got
Rosalie was wandering the park with an empty mind and a light black jacket to shield her from the stray beams of light that the weather channel had informed her would be a possibility. The weather channel was a last resort since it tended to be more unreliable than helpful, and besides, there was always Alice to come to the Cullen's aid when it came to things that dealt with the future. Unfortunately, her hyper sister was currently missing in action. Well, if Rosalie had lingered long enough in the Cullen's house, she most likely would know the location of Alice's current where-a-bouts, but that didn't seem like a very fun option when Rosalie was brimming with Cabin Fever. She didn't understand how her adopted family could stand being cooped up in the house for such extended periods of time. Much less having nothing to do in this little town.
It was slightly shocking that as the vampire wandered only thoughts of little consequence entered her head. In these troubled times -or at least they were times that Rosalie considered troubled- it was on very rare occasions that her mind could stray from anything but being in Forks and Edward's love affair with a human. So, you can imagine Rosalie's surprise when her mind lingered on nothing. Instead she enjoyed the park surroundings. Places like this she could get used to, but as soon as she stepped into the more populated and urbanized creation that was Forks, Rosalie knew her awe and happiness with her surroundings would instantly disappear. The odd thing about Rosalie was that either she had to be in the middle of no where or in a large city with an endless supply of things to do. Anywhere in between the two extremes and Rosalie simply found the location to be dull. Forks defiantly fell in between, which as far as the blond vampire was concerned, gave her reason to openly discuss her displeasure with their new home. Only a couple of days ago, Esme had gently reminded her that Forks would take some getting used to, but Rosalie doubted such a thing would ever happen. Forks just didn't appeal to her. And as far as Rosalie was concerned, it never would.
Lost in the brief semi-silence of her mind, Rosalie sat on her normal bench. She tended to visit the park to people watch and her current location was the perfect spot to do such a thing as far as the blond vampire was concerned.
However, her mind was quickly yanked from its short lived peace when a smell attacked her nostrils. It was a too familiar smell with a certain unfamiliarity about it. Rosalie couldn't identify it but one thing she was sure; there was a vampire nearby.
When you feel the water pull you down
You're caught up in the gravity
Don't let it take you out to drown
Just hold your head above this
((On and On by Hit the Lights))
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 12, 2008 12:09:07 GMT -4
[Hit the lights -nod- good band. I like their song Sincerely yours.]
Camille decided to go out today. To get things off her mind. Mainly people from back home. She didn't know what it would be like, and well, if it rained, that wouldn't matter. She loved rain. And it seemed to rain a lot here. A lot more than back home, that's for sure. So, she headed off for the park. She decided just to walk for a bit and see where she got. She wouldn't get lost because she'd keep going straight. That way she could just turn back around. Plus, there were paths to follow.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she smelled something. But what was it? It wasn't a werewolf, no. More of a... A vampire. But the vampire didn't smell quite the same, and she couldn't explain how, or why. She followed the scent, smelling it stronger as she got closer. Coming up on another path, she spotted a girl sitting on a bench. It was the vampire she had smelled. But would she go near her? Or would she attack? She stopped walking a few feet behind the girl, and waited. Was she going to say something, or would Camille have to?
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 12, 2008 18:04:43 GMT -4
((Body bag makes me laugh every time I listen to it.))
Everything about Rosalie froze as her instincts took over. The first thing that instantly came to mind was fight or flight, although that was obviously a rather foolish first reaction. She was able to quell in within moments, luckily, an the blond vampire was capable of not making a scene. Despite the inner turmoil sher body had just been through, Rosalie's profile remained calm and collected. Her head didn't even turn as she watched the unfamiliar vampire from her peripheral vision.
The vampire didn't appear threatening, although how many people could Rosalie say did when they were simply walking down a path in the park. Even murders and rapists can pull that easy task off without even a moment's hesitance. Yet, the small fact gave Rosalie a shred of reassurance. The blond vampire was growing tired of new vampires in the area and the troubles they brought along with them. Just the amount of anxiety they unknowingly created within Rosalie was enough to set the vampire off with irritation. Mind you, it didn't take a lot to set Rosalie off. Anyone who knew Rosalie personally knew that little fact. As dainty as she appeared, she wasn't a vampire to screw with. It was an understatement to say that she had a short temper.
Without giving it a second thought, Rosalie found herself on her feet and gracefully approaching the unfamiliar vampire. Her back was arched while her shoulders were pulled back, giving her the illusion that she was taller than she was (not that five foot nine inches wasn't tall enough). Rosalie had never been particularly good with unfamiliar people. Well, as a vampire she wasn't, which was the opposite of how well she could handle herself as a human.
"Who are you?" As demanding as the words alone sounded, Rosalie's voice was soft and alluring. However, her guard was up.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 12, 2008 18:17:18 GMT -4
She watched as the other vampire came closer, but she didn't move. She wasn't afraid of her, and she'd defend herself if she had to. When the girl spoke, Camille folded her arms across her chest. I'm Camille. And you? She asked, her voice warm, telling you that she wasn't a threat. Camille looked at the vampire before her, noticing that she was pretty. Now, Camille wasn't conceited or modest; She just didn't think she was all that pretty. But this vampire in front of her was.
And no, she doesn't roll that way. She goes for guys; if she finds one she can trust now. Snapping back to reality, she didn't know if the other girl had been talking. And if she had, well Camille hadn't heard any of it. It didn't look as if she'd been talking, but Camille could be mistaken.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 12, 2008 18:47:09 GMT -4
The simplicity of the vampire's response set Rosalie back. It really shouldn't have considering it was exactly what one would expect when such a question was asked. However, maybe it was because the blond vampire had become accustomed to dealing with vampires that could be likened to Victoria who took such basic questions and twisted them to fit their needs. Rosalie loosened slightly. It was odd how such simple things could make her feel better and more like she was in a normal situation. At any other time, the blond vampire would have pondered over where her social skills had gone over the decades. Sure, they would reappear when it was do or die, but in such awkward situations as meeting new vampires they seemed to have evaporated into the rainy atmosphere of Forks of late.
"Rosalie. Rosalie Hale," responded the blond vampire easily, any sign of tension within her erased from her smooth and soft voice. From a clearer point of view from in front of the stranger, Rosalie allowed her eyes to wander critically over the creature. It was obvious that her golden eyes were judging the vampire in front of her. She wasn't going to be taken by surprise. That was the last thing she wanted.
"What brings you to Forks?" Emmett would probably say that Rosalie was simply too controlling to allow a vampire, that the gorgeous blond vampire didn't know, the opportunity to take control of the conversation. In reality, it was a defense mechanism. As long as she kept their lips busy with responses to questions, it was more difficult for them to put Rosalie at their mercy or put her beneath an awkward question.
Before I know it, there's going to be more vampires than humans in this little town, thought Rosalie spitefully with an evident trace of hatred over the thought of Forks.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 12, 2008 19:08:21 GMT -4
She gave a slight smile when Rosalie said her name. She noticed Rosalie's eyes on her body, but she didn't say anything. Camille had done the same with Rosalie anyway. When she asked what brought her to Forks, Camille looked down, keeping her arms folded across her chest. I'd rather not go into detail, but... It's because of a boy. She said, speaking softly.
She hoped Rosalie wouldn't ask her what the boy did, as Jacob had. But it was a possibility. One she didn't want to have to relive. A thought came to her; Did she enjoy being a vampire? Or was it something that she, too, hated? Looking back up at her, she spoke. What about you? I'm guessing you live here? She asked, not looking away this time.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 12, 2008 19:25:19 GMT -4
A kinder person who could easily manage their curiosity would have left the answer as it was since the vampire standing in front of her was obviously not too pleased with the subject. Yet, this is Rosalie we're talking about, so of course she had to sate her curiosity. The blond vampire had issues prying into other's personal lives. Not that she was a gossip per se, just that it was something to occupy her time and an interesting subject. Besides, no misfortune was as bad as the one she had been graced with; Rosalie, after all, was cursed to live forever. Or at least she would live forever if she didn't get herself offed by other creatures. It was a looming possibility. After all, just how long is forever?
"A boy?" questioned Rosalie slowly, the words lingering in her mouth. Her head tilted slightly as a stray piece of golden hair fell across her golden eyes, but Rosalie paid it little heed. Her left eyebrow raised curiously, indicating the vampire's want for the stranger to continue and divulge more details. "Do share." It was as if she hadn't even heard the prelude to Camille informing her why she was in Forks. Rosalie tended to have selective hearing.
"Unfortunately," answered Rosalie, her head swaying left and right slightly at the thought. It was obvious that she disproved of the small town of Forks, even though Rosalie had never really given it a chance. It wasn't like she could change it, anyway. Unless she went off on her own, and she doubted she could convince Emmett to leave so soon. And leaving without Emmett was simply out of the question. If it came down to bearing Forks or losing Emmett, there wasn't any question in her mind that she would easily take the latter. After all, one doesn't just walk away from true love so easily. "If it was up to me, we'd be in Africa or something."
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 12, 2008 19:48:11 GMT -4
She spoke carefully and evenly, not wanting to give a hint on how she felt about it. And if she could cry, she probably would. Yeah. I couldn't stay with him. She said, sighing. He's the one who turned me. Not that I wanted to be. Or even needed to be. She didn't want to go on, but she knew that if she didn't Rosalie would ask. He wasn't.. very safe to be around. If I hadn't left.. I don't know where I'd be now. She continued.
Camille listened as Rosalie spoke of being in Africa or somewhere else. Why don't you like it here? She asked, wanting to know why. And why she had stayed if she didn't like it.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 12, 2008 20:05:03 GMT -4
"Oh," was the only response Rosalie could awkwardly ease from her pursed pink lips. Automatically, she pushed the memories of her own death day from her mind. It was a fairly regular practice, considering how every small thing reminded her of her human life and consequently reminded her of the man that had practically taken it away from her. In all fairness, in return Rosalie had stolen his own life, but it still didn't quite seem to level the scale. It helped, but the scale was most defiantly not balanced.
Her mind thought back to Carlisle. When he had transformed her -as much as she strained against the thought when she was a newborn- he had done it out of consideration and compassion. Rosalie had been reaching out to the light when Carlisle cursed her to this life. Although at the time Rosalie thought her adoptive father to be trying to torture her further. However, on some level Rosalie could relate to the vampire in front of her. While this man had stolen Camille's life away by damning her to be a vampire for the rest of her years, Royce King and his friends had snatched Rosalie's life away by raping her.
Needless to say, the whole ordeal was a rather sensitive matter for Rosalie, and it consequently left evidence on the beautiful vampire's features.
"It's boring," whined Rosalie, her expression turning quickly to a playful pout. Boring was the worse thing Rosalie could say about a place as far as she was concerned, despite the fact that boredom seemed to be an almost constant companion to the critical vampire. "I swear, there's absolutely nothing to do." As much as it pained her to do so, Rosalie tended to compare the Cullen's current living locations to her home town of Rochester. After she had idealized her the pieces of her human existence that she could remember, nothing could compare.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 12, 2008 20:19:29 GMT -4
[Later, you should get Rosalie to find out Camille's whole story. There's more to it xD]
She felt slightly relieved when Rosalie hadn't asked anything else about her, or the boy that she'd gotten away from. But if she found him now, she knew one of them would end up dead. And she hoped it would be him.
As she continued about it being boring here, she smiled. Yeah, it actually is.. There were a lot of things to do back in my old town. She said, sighing. If she could have, she'd go back, but she didn't want to run into him again, and she definately did not want the memories back. Not that they were already gone. But they were easier to forget here.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 12, 2008 22:25:15 GMT -4
"Where did you move from?" pried Rosalie. These sorts of conversations she could manage with ease. When it came to trying to piece together stories, Rosalie had an uncanny gift. Vera used to tell her that she must have been a cat in a past life from the excessive amounts of curiosity the blond vampire carried. But it wasn't like it was her fault. Rosalie just liked to be kept in the loop of things, no matter if it concerned her or not. In fact, it was of exceptional interest to Rosalie if the matter didn't concern her. It was a hard yet understandable thing that Rosalie had to readjust to as a vampire; vampire's human lives tended to be sacred to them and sensitive subjects. For this fact, Rosalie could respect that and, for the most part, manage her curiosity. Although, her prying questions tended to slip through her lips before she could convince them to stop in their syllables.
The blond vampire gently nudged the stranger with her left arm, indicating that they should resume walking or pause at the bench Rosalie had previously been located on. It would look odd to the human passerby if two exceptionally beautiful (since that is the appearance of a vampire) people were standing in the middle of the path obstructing the sparse traffic that traveled through the dense foliage of the park.
It was odd for Rosalie to feel so comfortable around a person so quickly. Even when it came to her family certain discussions were still off limits, even after so many decades that she had spent with them. But such was the way of Rosalie Hale; she had developed the tendency to be a bit of a recluse. Which was a bit of an understatement.
"So what are your plans here? There's not much to do..."
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 12, 2008 22:49:43 GMT -4
I moved here from Canada. Vancouver, Canada. She replied, wondering where Rosalie was from. Chances were that she wasn't born here. Most of the vampires here came here so they wouldn't have to hide. But did Rosalie? As she nudged her, Camille walked over, sitting on the bench, crossing one leg over the other.
As Rosalie spoke, Camille shrugged. Honestly, I came here to hide, and yet.. not hide. I came here to get away from Jayden, the boy who turned me. As I said before.. I just couldn't stay with him. She said, rambling now. He probably would have ended up killing me if I stayed.. She said, looking off in the distance, and half-whispering that part.
And yet, Here seemed like a better place. I wouldn't have to hide from the public seeing as it rained here. It rained a lot back in Vancouver, too. But as to what I want to do here other than that, I have no idea. She said, sighing.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 12, 2008 23:04:25 GMT -4
"Ah. Canada," Rosalie sighed in a reminiscent tone. She had practically forced Emmett to go on a brief, tourist-like visit of a couple of cities in the country north of them when they were traveling to Denali. Rosalie enjoyed traveling, which was a pleasure that hadn't been common during her time. At least it wasn't common for women. Nonetheless, it was one of the smaller pleasures that being a vampire allowed her.
"Killed you?" repeated Rosalie, her curiosity instantly heightening once more. Despite Rosalie's less than perfect track record with murder, the idea of killing someone was still shocking to her. For some reason that Rosalie found incredibly difficult to explain to other people, even though she was aware that she had murdered those seven men so many decades ago, when she thought of murder she didn't think of the death of those seven men. Those seven men were, after all, monsters as far as Rosalie was concerned, and they had it coming. If it hadn't been for her, then karma would have eventually caught up with them. Hell, maybe she was their karma. But that was beside the point. At the mention of murder Rosalie's guard instantly went up and her prying questions resurfaced in her thoughts. "Did you do something to him to upset him? I mean, why would he just turn you and then kill you?" Rosalie knew the process of killing a vampire was far from an easy one. The blond vampire couldn't imagine someone doing that for sport. Sure, she'd heard of hunting humans for such entertainment, but vampires?
The vampire's melodious voice was hushed. So quiet, in fact, that a human would have to be right in front of the pair and still have to strain to hear the distinguished syllables of her words. Of course, for a vampire it was an easily understandable speed and intensity. It was a precaution Rosalie had become accustomed to taking over the decades. It was always difficult to convince a human of some sillier topic she was discussing rather than actually talking about vampires. Especially with the Quillette tribe's myths floating around. Even though humans tended to be eager to accept the normal rather than the extraordinary.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 12, 2008 23:36:44 GMT -4
When Rosalie repeated Camille's words, and questioned her, Camille looked away. I never did anything to him. It was what he did to me. She said, sighing. So far, she's told three people what he did. Seriously. How many more was she going to tell? He thought I'd want to be a vampire. I never knew he was one until he turned me. Sorry if I'm repeating anything. I don't quite remember who I've told what. She said, pausing for a moment.
I thought we got along well the first few weeks, but then something went wrong. I don't know what happened to him. He just started taking out all his anger on me. He'd hit me, yell at me. He made me bleed many times for doing nothing. Whenever I tried to fight back.. It always ended badly. He wasn't a guy I loved, even though he said he loved me. He tried to get me to do things with him, but I always refused. But one day.. He forced me. She said, her words hesitant.
I told him I wasn't ready. I was scared half to death epecially because I ended up late, and he hadn't used protection. And he tried blaming it all on me. And that was all before he turned me. And after he turned me? Well it didn't stop him from hitting me. Finally, I gave up and left. I never told anyone about him. A few of my friends suspected it, but I never actually told anyone until I came here. I came here to start over on my life. I'm not supposed to be a vampire. I'm supposed to be a 24 year old girl. And now.. He ruined my life. She said, looking away. She didn't want to continue her story. She couldn't. It was too painful for her right now.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 12, 2008 23:53:33 GMT -4
Rosalie still heart instantly went out to the stranger. For Rosalie to feel such strong compassion for anyone was a rare occurrence on its own. After all, she only occasionally showed such raw emotion to the Cullens. Well, excluding her Emmett, at least. He was always the exception. It wasn't that she was a stone angel or anything, but rather she just chose to keep her emotion locked within her. It made matter so much less complicated. That was the thing she hated most about Jasper's power. No matter how hard she tried, he could always tell when she was pretending. But for Rosalie to feel such strong emotion toward Camille was an odd thing. For a brief moment she didn't know what to do with herself. Hug the stranger? Put her hand reassuringly on the vampire's shoulder? Try to comfort her with words? Instead, the ever smooth Rosalie remained awkwardly still and silent.
I'm supposed to be under a gravestone. Or I'm supposed to be living out the last of my years with my great-grandchildren scrambling through my yard. With gray hair and wrinkles and just a general happy old lady with the love of her life sitting by her in an old rocking chair. . .
"I'm so sorry." It wasn't even her fault and she was apologizing? This would shock anyone that knew Rosalie well. If Edward was around, he would probably be bugging Camille for the secret of her ways. "No-no one deserves that. It's such a h-horrible thing." Yes, she was stuttering.
The worst thing was that this conversation had brought back bad memories of her own that she had locked away decades ago and allowed dust to cover them. Although she forcibly pushed them away as to not draw her too deep into the still fresh wound of her lost humanity, an aching feeling still managed to grow within her.
"It's so...It's so wrong." It was obvious she was distraught. She adverted her golden eyes briefly, allowing them to rest on the ground while she tried desperately to scramble to collect her thoughts and put together a decent shield of emotion on her face. She failed miserably, but pressed forward nonetheless.
"But at least in the boring town of Forks you'll be safe from asses like that," added Rosalie, trying to cover her hurt and discomfort up with the harsh yet playful comment.
Well, I at least go rid of five of them.
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