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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 14, 2008 14:11:31 GMT -4
"Oh," answered Rosalie with a small nod. With a quick decision, she decided to play it off as if it was of little importance. After all, it wasn't as if it was really that big of a deal. Besides, Camille seemed nice enough, although that didn't soothe Rosalie's worries completely. Instead, her mind quickly turned to the small coven located in Port Angeles. Rosalie wouldn't be surprised if they tried to recruit her into their ranks simply because she shared their dietary habits, especially since they seemed to have quickly become outnumbered in Forks. Which, mind you, was still a mystery to Rosalie as to why there were so many vegetarian vampires in Forks. Well, it was an odd town no matter how many vampires made up its population.
"So there's this girl. Victoria." Rosalie paused, straining to think of how to explain the way the vampire looked. Although she had seen the coven in passing in the school, she hadn't exactly stopped and stared. Of course, Rosalie vaguely remembered the small coven's more distinct features from pass visits, but straining her mind wasn't doing the blond vampire much good. "Bright orange hair. She had really strong feline-like features. Kinda scary looking, but in the standard vampire way. You know? Have you met her?" Rosalie prodded. "Or maybe you've come across her mate. James. He had brown hair and pretty standard features?" Rosalie paused again while the wheels of her mind continued to spin at a rapid pace. She was straining for some identifiable features to inform Camille of. Anything that would help her get the truth out of the unfamiliar vampire. "Or Laurent. Kinda muscle-y, but not as much as Emmett." Rosalie paused once more, having a tough time describing the small coven without relating them to other people she knew. People that the odds were Camille didn't know. "Well. Decent muscles. Medium build. Olive toned skin."
Great. I just described the whole vampire population, thought Rosalie in frustration of her shortcomings.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 14, 2008 15:28:48 GMT -4
Camille listened as Rosalie spoke. Uh, no. I haven't met them.. I've met a few vampires, but not them. She said, listening as Rosalie continued to describe them. And Emmett. Who was he? I've heard of Victoria. One of the other vampires told me about her. She doesn't seem too nice. She said, shrugging. Was Victoria, Laurant, or James a vegetarian, too? Or did they feed off of humans? What do they hunt? She asked, curious.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 14, 2008 16:57:46 GMT -4
Rosalie released a mouth of oxygen she hadn't realized she had been holding in. Something about the way Camille delivered her words put the blond vampire at ease, although she wasn't about to let all her guards down considering vampires who ran with vampires like James, Laurent and Victoria were masters at manipulation, which was something Rosalie didn't exactly want to fall victim to. Besides, a little apprehension never hurt anyone. It was better to play it slow and safe rather than rush things to a dangerous extent.
I'm not Edward. I actually have a sense of decency to who else I put in danger with my actions, mused Rosalie bitterly at the memory of what her brother was currently putting the family through. Not that anyone else seemed to mind too terribly, but that didn't stop Rosalie from caring to an extreme extent.
"That's because she's not. Actually, none of them are," responded Rosalie with a slight nod at Camille's comment about Victoria not sounding nice. "Apparently she's already tried to turn others against my family."
Rosalie sighed at Camille's question, although it wasn't a noise of annoyance or boredom but rather one that one makes when they are trying to choose their words with care. For some reason, Rosalie felt the need to justify the answer she would give Camille. She felt she needed to make it obvious that just because the small coven and Camille shared the same eating habits, Rosalie didn't hold anything against her. After all, Camille could prove a powerful ally or a decent friend. What Rosalie knew she really needed to do was to explain the history between the small coven and her adopted family, but the details escaped her more frequently than she could remember them and Rosalie didn't particularly feel like trying to put a vampire to sleep with boring tales today.
"Humans," answered Rosalie with the same confidence yet soft tone she was accustomed to using. "But they seek them out. For instance, they'll find vampires who have certain feelings toward humans -can you imagine it?- and hunt them. They'll kidnap them and torture them until they finally kill the poor thing, But of course, they wouldn't just run off without informing the vampire of what they'd done. I don't even remember what originally set them off against us. But they're dangerous."
Especially with Edward's obsession with his human thing.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 14, 2008 18:04:30 GMT -4
As Rosalie spoke, she listened, not knowing what to say. When she finished, Camille sighed. At least I'm not like them. I don't actually kill humans. I get blood donors. You know, blood bags? She said, watching Rosalie. Camille found it better to have blood bags rather than actually killing the human. Now, if she ever came across Victoria or her coven, Camille wasn't stupid. She'd avoid them at all cost. She didn't want to begin to imagine what they could do to her if they found out about her and her hunting. Or if they found out about her and the boy she likes...
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 14, 2008 22:15:42 GMT -4
Rosalie's lips transformed into a 'o' shape as she sighed in gradual relief as the truth slowly dawned on her. Not that Rosalie had anything against vampires that fed from humans like nature dictated, but just that they tended to be more violent toward the Cullens. After all, if Rosalie was to hold grudges against the vampires that held different dietary habits than herself, she would quickly lose count of the number of vampires she was against. That was just asking for a headache, even though it was impossible for someone of her species to receive one. No, it wasn't that Rosalie had anything particular against vampires that fed from humans, but rather that Rosalie didn't completely trust them with the Cullen's current affairs taken into consideration and all. Really, it wasn't that ridiculous of an solution, especially considering some of the thought processes the blond vampire had endured over the decades.
"That's clever," complimented Rosalie with a contemplative grin. "It's like a solution for the modern era." After all, there weren't exactly blood bags running around back in Carlisle's time (nor in her own), so Rosalie's adoptive father had had to make due with what he had. And considering her was half dazed with hunger and a newborn's instinct, he did pretty damn well.
"You should meet my family sometime," Rosalie stated, somewhat tentatively. She was gaging the risk factor as the words worked their way free of her mouth. But really, it wasn't that big of a danger. Was it? Besides, it wasn't like the Cullen's house location was a secret, and with eight (including Irina) vampires present, even if Camille made plans to meet up with the coven that resided in Port Angeles, they'd hardly stand a chance. And besides, it wasn't like the Cullens would just let some stranger waltz in without having their guard up. "Of course, they're not my real family though."
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 14, 2008 22:33:31 GMT -4
She smiled as Rosalie said it was clever to feed from blood bags. She nodded. I can't stand killing humans. She said. She'd done that once, and hated it. When she said that she should meet her family, she smiled. Sure. She said. As she went on saying it wasn't her real family, she nodded. Who are they? She asked, wondering.[/size]
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 14, 2008 22:47:12 GMT -4
"Just a mix up of vampires that have found each other over the decades," answered Rosalie simply. Despite how cruel she could occasionally act toward the Cullens, she really did adore them. "Carlisle turned Edward, Esme, me and Emmet. All from certain death, mind you." That was how she justified what she did to Emmett all those years ago. He would have died if it hadn't been for her, even though she still felt guilty over damning her husband to a similar existence as herself. "Jasper and Alice just sort of...found us." Of course, it was way more complicated that, but Rosalie opted to leave those stories for other times. After all, Victoria, James and Laurent already knew too much about the Cullens as far as Rosalie was concerned (Rosalie had learned that first hand when she had stumbled across James hunting and he had made a rather cruel comment about Emmett.) and if Camille was playing the spy for the small coven, they didn't need to know any more small tidbits about what exactly made the group of vampires tick. "But they feel like my family, you know?"
Rosalie paused, tracing her fingers along the wooden boards of the bench. It was nice to chat with another vampire somewhat openly -even though the hidden accusations of Camille actually being against the Cullens still lingered in the back of the blond vampire's mind- while it had lasted, but for some reason Rosalie expected that when Camille was introduced to the family, the delicate dynamics of their newfound relationship would shift dramatically. Needless to say, Rosalie wasn't too big a fan of change.
Example one: Isabella Swan. Also known as Edward's human girlfriend thing.
Example two: moving to the terribly boring town of Forks (Although for the record, Rosalie wouldn't have minded terribly moving to Africa.).
As a rule of thumb, change frightened Rosalie.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 14, 2008 22:52:51 GMT -4
She listened as she spoke, smiling slightly. When she said they felt like family, she nodded. They sound.. interesting. She said, smiling. Un-crossing and re-crossing her legs, she sighed, suddenly bored. I'm bored. How about you? She said, looking back at Rosalie. Camille was said to have been restless sometimes. And now was one of those times. She didn't mind talking, she just wanted something to do while she talked.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 14, 2008 23:13:45 GMT -4
"They are. Oh, they are," reassured Rosalie with a wry smirk. Camille didn't know the half of it.
"I should actually probably be heading back," mused Rosalie as she glanced down with amusement toward her watch that was fastened tightly to her left wrist. After all, she had escaped the confines of the house without alerting any of her family members.
Of course, if they had better luck finding Alice than she had had earlier that morning, than whoever was worried over Rosalie's whereabouts would be capable of knowing she was safe and somewhere in the park with ease. The down side to relying on Alice's power -as Rosalie had discovered on the rare occasions when it played against her- was that sometimes Alice saw very compromising and deceiving clips of what was to come. Or saw an idea Rosalie was entertaining rather than what would actually play out as time went on. With a bit of bitterness, Rosalie recalled one night several decades ago when Emmett hadn't returned on time and Rosalie had requested that Alice use her gift to remedy her situation. When she saw Rosalie's husband with another girl walking down the street with the dark already swallowing the sky, Rosalie lost it. In the end, it turned out to be an innocent thought of a plan for the distant future when Emmett had every intention of returning to her that night. Needless to say, he received quite the angered earful mixed in with flustered hysterics when he actually did come home, although everything was quickly put back to normal.
"Are you planning on going to school?" asked Rosalie curiously as she stood from the bench and stretched. She didn't like the idea of never seeing Camille, especially with Rosalie's trust not fully divulged in the vampire. On top of which, school would be the easiest and safest place to cross paths again. And, if she was still interested, introduce her to her family.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 15, 2008 13:04:43 GMT -4
She laughed when Rosalie said that her family was interesting. She stood up with Rosalie when she said she had to go. Alright. She said, giving her a smile. When she asked about school, she nodded. Yeah, senior year this year. She said, wondering what the school would be like. She hadn't gone to look, although, she probably should have. She wouldn't get lost, though. She had a good memory.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 15, 2008 13:16:49 GMT -4
"Find me there. I'm a senior too. For the millionth time, I swear," Rosalie insisted with exageration heavy in her voice. Sometimes it felt as if she had been through school thousands of time, although really Rosalie had only graduated less than twenty times. The number was lost on her; it wasn't that important, after all. It was all just a part of the facade. Carlisle and Esme didn't leave much room for opting out of that task. In that way, they were easily a good representation of good parents, although the adopted children often got away with skipping classes and simply not going. Not like the teachers could complain to too great a degree, anyway, since the Cullen children already knew the material they were teaching. They played it off as if they had gone to a gifted high school in Denlia, Alaska, although really it was just from the years of the knowledge being repeated to them over and over combined with their enhanced learning skills from being a vampire. Not to mention they had all night to study unknown material since they didn't have to sleep. As far as Rosalie was concerned, high school was her own personal hell.
Rosalie stood still for a long moment as she observed Camille. It seemed odd to simply leave after having such a revealing conversation with the stranger, although the vampire was just that: a stranger. To top it all off, Rosalie wasn't much of a sentimental creature, with a few rare exceptions. Like Emmett. So, instead, the blond vampire opted for a friendly wave good-bye before she began her exit. The blond vampire walked into the nearby dense foilage and took a few steps to escape the prying eyes of any nearby humans before she became a blur of quickly moving limbs.
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Post by Camille Ferth on Jul 15, 2008 13:25:49 GMT -4
She smiled. Alright. When Rosalie waved, Camille waved back, turning the other way to leave. She could have ran, but she preferred to walk right now. As she headed back home, she ignored the eyes of the humans around her. Why did they all have to stare? It wasn't like she was beautiful or anything. ...Was it?
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