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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 13, 2008 0:17:34 GMT -4
When she apologized and stuttered, she re-crossed her arms, looking away, wishing so badly to have her mortal life back. All she wanted right now was to cry. She needed to cry. But she couldn't. Vampires couldn't cry. And her eyes burned at the tears that she wanted to have. It would have felt so good to cry right now.
Yet, why had Rosalie stuttered? Camille would have asked, but she didn't want anything bad to happen. When Rosalie commented about Forks, she gave a slight smile. As long as he doesn't find me. She replied, looking back at her. You know the worst thing? She said, waiting for Rosalie's attention before continuing. He thought it was funny. She replied bitterly.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 13, 2008 0:32:51 GMT -4
Despite Rosalie's eyes straying from Camille's face on more than one occasion, the unfamiliar vampire had her undivided attention. No matter how desperately Rosalie wanted to advert her mind to some happier or less painful thought (Emmett, Edward, Edward's human thing, Forks. . .), she couldn't convince her thoughts to sway. The blond vampire found it odd how little she actually knew about this stranger, this Camille girl, yet out of all the vampires she had met of late -and that number was surprisingly large since coming to Forks- this vampire was the one she found herself most drawn to. Of course, it most likely had a lot to do with the slight similarities in histories rather than any striking aspect about the vampire's personality or appearance.
At Camille's final comment, a new emotion pushed through Rosalie's pity and remorse: fury. Not at Camille, of course, but rather at the cruel vampire she was speaking of. Oh, how painful those words were against her memories. No matter how much Rosalie tried to force it from her mind, Royce and his comrade's words echoed in her mind; they were joking about her death as they left her in the cold streets to die. Or rather become damned to become and immortal creatures that needs blood to sustain herself. Either way, Rosalie didn't think the drunk men particularly cared. Well, she had made them care as they died a bloodless death, but at that moment, they seemed content and carefree.
The blond vampire was slightly startled at the girl's lack of frustration with her creator. Even in the beginning Rosalie had been angry with Carlisle, and he was nothing but apologetic. Not to mention shortly after Rosalie had gone on her way to ascertain her revenge upon Royce and his friends. But this stranger seemed content with just being safe and far away from the man who had turned her into a monster. It was an odd thought for her to entertain, for some reason.
"I would have killed him," answered Rosalie, playing it off as a joke with a forced grin. However, it was the truth; she had killed Royce. Of course, killing a vampire would have proved slightly more difficult as it was in Camille's case. . .
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 13, 2008 0:48:15 GMT -4
As she spoke, Camille smiled. Oh believe me. If I ever see him again, I will. And it sure as hell won't be a peaceful death. She said, scowling at him. Of course, she wanted him dead, but she was afraid to face him alone. At least here, she'd be safe if he were to come. She could go to Rosalie, Lysander or maybe even Jacob. They'd help her, wouldn't they?
Turning back to Rosalie, she spoke. I'm going to take a guess. Did you... Did you have a boy that did something to you, too? She asked, wondering why she had been stuttering. Jacob had started shaking when she told him, and that was because it 'hit him close to home.' Did it do that to Rosalie, too?[/size]
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 13, 2008 1:08:03 GMT -4
Rosalie bit back a cruel comment at Camille's mention of revenge. She didn't want to startle the stranger, after all. On top of which, Rosalie didn't want to be viewed as any more of a monster than she already was.
"Something like that," answered Rosalie, bringing her eyes up to Camille's forehead simply because she couldn't meet the girl's gaze. It was her second instinct to withdraw from awkward conversation, especially when it dealt with her human life. Even more so when it dealt with Royce King: the guy that was supposed to be perfect for her. Or at least that's what everyone had claimed. But here was this girl who had opened up to her: a memory that from Rosalie's own personal experience wasn't an easy one to share (It had taken longer than Rosalie was happy to admit for her to share her death with Emmett, although that ventured more into a darker territory that dealt with him accepting her broken as she considered herself to be and such worrisome things.). So, instead of withdrawing, Rosalie forced herself to answer the girl more fully. If nothing else, it would be a good cleansing exercises or some nonsense like that.
It was funny how her human years stood out with striking colors while her decades lived as vampires blurred together with dull pastels. Sure, certain memories stood out in particular (certain events experienced with Emmett, gaining family members, especially good times), but even the dull moments as a human were cherished moments for Rosalie. Carlisle accredited it to the fact that Rosalie held so closely to her human life as a newborn so the memories were practically carved into her mind.
"My fiance, actually. And some of his friends. I found out they had a certain fondness for alcohol," Rosalie corrected awkwardly, although she tried to played it off as if it was nothing. Her voice betrayed her though as it changed pitches like a young child changes emotions during a temper tantrum.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 13, 2008 1:23:04 GMT -4
As Rosalie spoke, Camille sighed. Why do gues have to be that way? She wondered, almost wondering to herself. They either hurt you and think it's funny, or hurt you and expect you to act as if nothing happened. She said, sighing once more.
When she spoke of her fiance, she didn't need to go on. She could only imagine what had happened to her; not that she wanted to. A drunken guy, and something similar to Camille was not good. So you're not happy with being a vampire? She asked, wanting to change the subject. This one was getting too depressing. Even for her.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 13, 2008 1:33:16 GMT -4
Rosalie nodded slightly at Camille's comment. It was the unfortunate truth of most guys, although Rosalie had been lucky enough over the past decades to stumble upon a couple good men. She was sure there was more than just a couple, mind you, just that she was very particular over who she let get close to her. Humans, for instance, were off limits. Besides from the fact that they were human, they also had expiration dates. Rosalie wouldn't be able to stand the idea of losing a friend to fate.
The blond vampire pondered the stranger's question briefly. Sure enough, Rosalie knew the answer without even giving it a second thought. She complained over and mourned the loss of her humanity enough to not hesitate, but Rosalie wasn't accustomed to being on this end of the conversation. Normally it was the other way around. After all, the rest of the Cullens seemed fairly well adjusted to their vampire lifestyle. With Emmett seemingly content just being with her (which made Rosalie feel bad enough as it was). Alice wasn't even capable of recalling her human years for the most part. Jasper seemed just happy to be with Alice and to have a new lifestyle. He seemed to make do, at least. Carlisle and Esme seemed content with their chosen lives and each other. After all, they got to do what their dreams had always been. At times like these, Rosalie felt as if she was being too picky. Well, only when she thought of it in this shade of light, really.
"I wish I was human, sure," answered Rosalie carefully. She choose her words as if they were dynamite that was capable of exploding without warning. She was used to the backlash she tended to receive from the argument. "But there are certain things I don't think I could give up."
Her Emmett.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 13, 2008 1:47:48 GMT -4
She nodded as Rosalie spoke. What do you hunt? She asked, curious as to if she was a vegetarian or a vampire like herself. She didn't seem the kind of girl who would hunt on people. Although, Camille wasn't sure about what Rosalie did to her fiance. It could have been anything.
She knew that she'd have to tell her that she fed off of human blood if Rosalie didn't. She wasn't going to lie to her. Especially not with everything she told her about her past. That would be bad. And it wouldn't be something she wanted to go through.[/size]
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 13, 2008 15:51:46 GMT -4
Rosalie was slightly set back by the quick change of the subject, but she was glad the unfamiliar vampire beside her had decided not to press the matter. However, she made a mental note to return the question to Camille at a more convenient time. It was needless to say that Rosalie had developed a certain interest in the past of Camille, but she didn't want to seem too prying. As prodding as the blond vampire's words could easily become, when someone was cooperating with her questions Rosalie always felt as if she had to handle her words with care. After all, she didn't want to break the delicate trust between herself and a stranger while it was still developing because, at least on her end of the stick, it was a very thin sheet of ice. One faulty move and everything would go crashing down.
The question itself was invasive, although Rosalie had demanded similar answers of strangers on numerous occasions in the past and something about Camille made Rosalie feel that she could trust her with the small piece of information. After all, Camille didn't seem dangerous, but it wasn't like the beautiful vampire had never been wrong before, which fueled her hesitation to a strong degree.
"Animals," answered Rosalie simply. Any sign of inner turmoil was hidden in her smooth voice. It was a talent that she had unknowingly developed over the decades The blond vampire indicated to her golden eyes with a forced smile. "So much prettier than burgundy, don't you think?"
It wasn't a secret that Rosalie was a very vain vampire, although in all honesty, Rosalie didn't mind being told so. Edward had thrown that word around in arguments so frequently that it hardly carried any malice. It simply was what it was. Besides, why should she be modest over her extreme beauty?
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 13, 2008 16:11:43 GMT -4
When Rosalie said she hunted animals, all Camille said was a simple, Oh, And listened as Rosalie spoke of her eyes. She smiled. Did you dye your hair or is it naturally that color? She asked, wondering how her hair had gotten so blonde. If you asked Camille, she'd tell you her hair was naturally that way. She had never dyed her hair. It had always been this way. And her eyes. They were a pure green that didn't change when she was transformed, yet she didn't know why.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 13, 2008 21:16:25 GMT -4
As abrupt as the last switch in conversation had seemed, talking about her blond hair made perfect sense to the vain vampire. After all, she had just been referring to her golden eyes. However, the quick change of the subject did deprive Rosalie the opportunity to turn the tables on the unfamiliar vampire. Vaguely Rosalie wondered when the positions had been switched and Camille had taken charge of the conversation. Instead of pressing the matter, though, Rosalie simply made a mental note to pursue the point at a later time. Besides, now the conversation had switched to one of Rosalie's favorite topics: her appearance.
The blond vampire nodded slightly subconsciously taking a lock of her hair between the first and second fingers of her right hand. For a moment, she seemed to investigate it as she twirled the gentle wave around her index finger. This continued until the hair was too thick to remain in an organized bundle. Her attention was promptly brought back to the conversation at hand.
"Yeah, it's natural," answered Rosalie simply as she returned the lock of hair to its rightful place on the side of her hair. "It matched my blue eyes. Well, when I was human. Well...you know." Suddenly Rosalie was awkward, although she tried to play it off as if it was nothing.
Like violets, thought Rosalie with a trace of bitterness mingled with sorrow. Despite how the story fatefully ended, the memory of violets and roses cluttering her room was always a fond one. Oh, how she adored them.
At the mention of eye colors -both human and not- Rosalie took notice of Camille's for the first time. Although Rosalie could be the most observant person when times called for it, other occasions something odd could be dancing right under her nose and she would never notice it.
"But yours are. . . green?"
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 13, 2008 21:55:29 GMT -4
She smiled when she said it was natural, and spoke of her eyes. When she said that Camille's were green, she nodded. They never changed. But when I'm mad, or need to feed, they tend to turn a dark green that looks blackish. She said. She didn't know if it was because she was a different kind of vampire that they didn't change, or if it was something that went wrong during her transformation. But she didn't care. She liked her green eyes. It made her different from the other vampires.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 14, 2008 12:59:19 GMT -4
"Well...that's odd," Rosalie commented with a curious grin. She made a quick mental note to ask Carlisle about it when she returned home to the Cullen's house. The blond vampire found it to be a very curious thought. Could it be possible that after thousands of decades of vampire's existing (Just how long have vampires been around, anyway?) that they were finally adjusting to close the gap between human appearances and their own? After all, Rosalie had never crossed a human with burgundy, gold or true black eyes, although as a general rule of thumb the humans noticed their extreme beauty and grace over their startling eye color.
The poor vain creatures, mused Rosalie, noting the irony of her statement. It was the pot calling the kettle black to the highest degree, but Rosalie embraced it with a small smirk.
Oh yeah. And like being a damned creature whose only way to exist is to feed from blood isn't, Rosalie rebutted against somewhat foolish statement as the obvious nature of her words suddenly dawned on her.
"Well maybe they're green because of whatever you feed from," hinted Rosalie. After Camille had just came straight out and asked the question while the blond vampire had hesitated and missed her opportunity, it seemed as if it would be awkward if Rosalie just came out and prodded into the dietary conversation that had already been entered once. So instead, the beautiful vampire stuck to hinting. Eventually, Rosalie figured, if she dropped enough bomb sized hints, the vampire beside her would pick up on it. Or just find it too obvious to ignore. Either way, the blond vampire was sure she would get her way. She just had to remain on her toes for ways to work it into the conversation at a rapid rate.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 14, 2008 13:09:43 GMT -4
When Rosalie said it was odd, Camille smiled. As she went on about her feeding, she shrugged. It's possible. I've met vampiries with different eye colors than me, and they feed off of animals. She said, hinting that she fed off of human blood. She figured to hint about it, seeing as Rosalie hinted about feeding.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 14, 2008 13:33:23 GMT -4
Slightly confused by the answer she received, Rosalie decided it would be best to make a stab at Camille's eating habits. After all, what was the worse that could happen? Awkward tension would ensue, which would have been a huge embarrassment when Rosalie was a human, but now as a vampire she had readjusted herself to expect such things as natural occurrences. After all, she wasn't just a lady anymore. Especially in her decade -although not as much as other centuries and other countries- girls had been expected to simply be housewives. The sort of people that could carry on an entertaining conversation about the most boring thing in the world and were capable of many 'pretty' gifts, such as singing, dancing, drawing or, in Rosalie's case, just being a good sight to look at. But of course, none of this had ever really been expected of men, and in this decade gender was less of an issue. So, after over thinking and digesting the matter, Rosalie decided to put her decision into action.
"Oh, so you drink animal blood too," responded Rosalie like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her hand went to her hair as she readjusted it although it had yet to move. A reassuring smile was plastered onto her pink lips. She had yet to think the plot thoroughly through and consider how awkward Camille would feel if she did in fact feed from humans. Her sympathy went out to the stranger over how odd of a situation she could have just put her in, but Rosalie brushed it off glad to hopefully ease her curiosity which she found to be more important than Camille's inner tension. Sure, occasionally Rosalie could be a little self centered. Of course, that was using the word occasionally extremely loosely.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 14, 2008 13:40:56 GMT -4
When she responded saying that Camille fed off of animals, she looked away. Uh, no.. Actually.. It's human blood.. She said, sighing. It seemed as if whoever she met, she'd end up telling them what she fed off, and the boy who ruined her. Well if you've got to start somewhere, right? Although, she'd prefer to keep it hidden. People just kept asking. She wasn't going to let herself tell anyone else until she trusted them. She couldn't put herself through telling anyone anymore.
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