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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Jul 5, 2008 5:21:54 GMT -4
Lysander was sitting in a chair at a table situated by one of the big, wide windows of the small café in Forks. The chair across from him was empty. It was early afternoon and the clouds overhead were thick and looming. He was completely oblivious to anything and everything around him, even when one of the waitresses asked him for his number. He replied nonchalantly with, "sorry, I don't have a phone." Said waitress walked away in a huff. His eyes skimmed the page in his novel unnaturally quick. A cup of coffee sat forgotten and cold near the middle of the table. I really need to read something new. The book in his hand, Fahrenheit 451, was literally as old as his was. A gift from his father, Lysander read it every chance he got. It was one of the few sentimental possessions he had taken with him since he fled his home back in NYC.
As his attention drifted away from the words of Ray Bradbury, the voices of the occupants of the café filled his ears. Somewhere in all the noise, he could hear the waitress tell one of the other waitresses how rude he was. He rolled his eyes at her comment. Closing his eyes and breathing slowly, he tried to rid himself of their voices. But found that he couldn't, so he went back to his book.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 5, 2008 22:54:06 GMT -4
I'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends
And I am sorry my conscience called in sick again
And I've got arrogance down to a science
Oh, and I'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends
Rosalie was wandering the streets, as she often did, on a possible rainy day (which was a normal occurrence for the dreadful little town of Forks) when she stumbled upon a familiar sight. As she passed one of the little cafes that the blond vampire had become accustomed to seeing, she saw him. Through one of the large windows -as if the owners actually expected the sun to sparkle through it one day and grace the store's customers with a beautiful sight- sat Lysander, a vampire Rosalie had only briefly met while trying to settle a misunderstanding caused by the ever manipulative Victoria. And although she had seem particularly bothered on that day and maybe even considered rude in many aspects, today Rosalie was in a good mood for conversation. So who was better to make conversation with than someone you barely knew? Besides, it wasn't like the startlingly beautiful vampire had anything better to do in the little town. Even Port Angeles and Seattle had grown to bore her.
She quickly entered the store and took the seat across from Lysander, an intrigued grin on her features. Rosalie wasn't expecting the awkward tension she felt beginning to build up behind her cheeks, but she quickly brushed it away as she opened her mouth to ease the slight embarrassment she was feeling for bothering the vampire. Especially when he already seemed occupied. Her quick golden eyes observed the old book. Fahrenheit 451.
"It would be a shame if they really ended up that way," Rosalie commented, using the pronoun 'they' as to not include herself in the mess that was humanity. A mess that she would have loved to belong to, even if they were fated to become an ignorant and careless species. The blond vampire made a tut-tutting sound with her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
The vampire tilted her head slightly, forcing a small awkward smile onto her profile. With her words, she was sure she would attract Lysander's attention. He didn't strike her as the type that would blatantly ignore someone, but it wasn't like Rosalie had never made a bad call on someone's personality before.
"Remember me?"
They call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone
But for what we've become, we just feel more alone
Always weigh what I've got against what I left
So progress report: I am missing you to death
((I Slept With Someone From Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song by Fall Out Boy))
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Jul 6, 2008 2:15:25 GMT -4
Lysander's attention was completely occupied by the book. He didn't even notice, didn't even smell the air as Rosalie walked into the café. Not even when she sat down across from him did he acknowledge her presence. It wasn't until she finally spoke did he look up at her. He watched her, a bit confused as to her comment, but then looked down at his book. He smiled at her. "Oh...yeah. It would definitely be a shame." Book burning. No more colleges. Zombies... "I actually like humans, hard to believe, I know..." His thoughts shifted to Adriana's visage, which seem to reside just under his eyelids every time he blinked.
"Of course I remember you. How could I not?" It was hard to forget someone like Rosalie. Not only for her otherworldly beauty, not only for her pleasant scent, but there was something there, under her skin, a fiery personality. He could say the same about Victoria though. "So what brings you into town?"
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 6, 2008 9:48:34 GMT -4
Rosalie nodded slightly, understanding what he meant. Jasper would tell her she was jealous of what the humans had, and what she didn't. For the longest time after her transformation into a vampire Rosalie held fast to being a human. Her actions were somewhat embarrassing in hindsight, but she doubted if she was given a chance to do it over Rosalie would do anything differently.
"Well, don't we all?" she asked rhetorically. Rosalie wasn't aware of the subtext in Lysander's words. All she could imagine was golden eyes trying to fit in with the human race. Of course, by the word 'we' she meant vegetarian vampires. She couldn't imagine a vegetarian vampire hating humans. The way Rosalie saw it, it would go against what they did. It would be like, 'since I hate you, I'm not going to kill you.' Little did she know that Lysander was actually more attached than herself.
Rosalie laughed slightly at the comment. It was like chimes swaying in a soft breeze. The vampire hid any trace of shock from how civil the vampire sitting across from her was being, especially after how she had acted when they first met during school with Irina. Not that Rosalie particularly regretted her actions, just that she was surprised that Lysander hadn't decided to carry her bitter mood into future conversations. Rosalie knew that she would have.
"So, what have you been up to?" asked Rosalie, her voice heavy with curiosity. After all, she had invaded his table, so why not invade as much as he would allow her to of his personal life too? New things were interesting to Rosalie, especially when they came in forms that didn't allow her to see everything at once. Sort of like a puzzle where one must put all the pieces together, even though Rosalie detested the time where she actually had to put one and one together to come to a conclusion. Nonetheless, the vampire enjoyed prying.
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Jul 6, 2008 12:15:42 GMT -4
He nodded along to her comment, "Well, don't we all?". "Some more then others, I'm sure." He was referring to non-vegetarian vampires. It wasn't as if he hated those kinds of vampires. He understood them...some of them at least. He knew that vampires were made to drink from humans. But couldn't there be an alternative food source?
"What have I been up to...?" He closed his book, holding it between his hands. He looked down at it, mulling the question over. Normally, he would reply with "nothing much." It was short and to the point. But it would also be a lie. Ha had met someone. Someone who basically completed him. He smiled softly, unknowingly. But then it disappeared. Sometime, in the mid 90's, he came across a vampire with a human companion in Maine. While he didn't mind the fact that he chose to have a human by his side, some of the other vampires he had met in the same area, did mind. In fact, they minded so much that they were plotting to kill the girl. They said it was unnatural. Lysander and Ariel left before they could witness what happened. "What...hm, what do you think about vampires and humans...together?"
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 6, 2008 21:53:25 GMT -4
Rosalie groaned in response. Her back pressed against the back of the chair as her legs extended instinctively. Rosalie's toes pressed against the barriers her shoes presented. It was an awkward, not to mention touchy, subject for the blond vampire. She successfully slouched slightly in the seat as she tried to collect her thoughts enough to form an answer.
"Met my brother, have you?" asked Rosalie simply, her golden eyes meeting Lysander's eyes with a defensive glare. "Whatever he told you, it's probably a lie. He has it out against me. Like this is all my fault." She was ranting now, but she wasn't going to stop until she had it all out in the open. If Edward was going to go around and tell practically strangers about the inner affairs of the Cullen household, then Rosalie would give her opinion on the matter. Little did she know that Lysander's question was indeed innocent in nature. "I don't have anything against her. I'm sure he's told you I'm jealous or hate her or something ridiculous like that. It's just... the deserves someone that can actually grow old with her. What about kids? What about a real life? And I just want my brother to be happy. I mean, what's he going to do when his little human thing is on her deathbed? Damn her to this pitiful existence too? Of just live out the rest of his years sulking. Been there. Done that. Not too many fond memories from those times."
Rosalie leaned forward on the table, propping her head on her hand as she released a sigh of agitation. If the blond vampire had hoped that speaking her mind freely to the stranger, she had been sadly mistaken. If anything, the release of her musings only made them scream louder in her head.
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Jul 6, 2008 23:16:20 GMT -4
Lysander snickered at Rosalie's reaction to his question. "Your...brother?" His brow furrowed in confusion. "I...um, I'm sorry. I don't think I've met your brother." Out of all the Cullens, Rosalie was the only one he had met. Lysander leaned back in his chair, looking out the window towards the gray, overcast clouds. She's right..., he thought sadly. It's just... she deserves someone that can actually grow old with her. What about kids? What about a real life? She's right...but... Lysander shook his head. She was right. Rosalie was right and Lysander had been wrong the whole time. He knew, in the back of his head, that a relationship with Adriana wasn't good...it was impossible. I mean, what's he going to do when his little human thing is on her deathbed? Damn her to this pitiful existence too? Or just live out the rest of his years sulking. Been there. Done that. Not too many fond memories from those times. Lysander bit the inside of his cheek. He knew that he would never change Adriana. He wanted her to be human...and happy. But what if she died? I mean well...eventually she'll die, at a ripe, old age...but... Could he really live without her? Could he really watch her on her own deathbed?
"Y-You're right...I guess she does deserve someone to grow old with." Lysander inwardly cringed at his own words. Words that were the truth.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 7, 2008 13:33:20 GMT -4
"Oh," responded Rosalie with a hint of embarrassment over her tirade. She adverted her eyes briefly, allowing them to hesitate on the ceiling of the cafe while she collected herself as much as could be managed in the time span of a few seconds. "Well...Sorry. Tensions are a bit high at my house at the moment."
Rosalie studied Lysander's composition. He seemed reflective to her; the vampire seemed to carry a touch of sadness. Naturally, being the prying vampire that Rosalie was, several prying questions promptly popped into her head.
"I get the feeling you're not talking about Isabella Swan," responded Rosalie slowly. That much was obvious to the curious vampire. After all, Lysander had mentioned he had yet to meet her brother (Lucky him.) and Rosalie hadn't even mentioned the name of the girl her brother was so convinced he was in love with. Not to mention Lysander seemed a little too sad over the whole affair, which Rosalie couldn't imagine would be the case if he was in fact referring to Isabella Swan.
And people say humans have drama issues.
"You know," Rosalie began, dragging her consonants out as the wheels of her mind began to spin, "people say that talking about these sorts of things helps. And I make a pretty good listener..."
Okay. So that was pretty much a lie. Although Rosalie was always more than happy to listen to someone spill their guts, she wasn't exactly the compassionate and lovey-dovey type on any normal day. She was more of the blunt truth sort of girl, who was willing to tell people what they didn't want to hear. A good portion of the time, her advice being not the most beneficial. She was a very opinionated person, to say the least.
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Jul 7, 2008 14:11:48 GMT -4
"Don't worry about it. It's understandable," he said, referring to Rosalie's mistake. Lysander's voice was distant. He was thinking about everything. Well...not really everything, but...
Lysander looked up at Rosalie, her voice bringing his attention back to her. He shook his head. "No, I'm not talking about Isabella Swan." He had heard the name before. Chief Swan's daughter.
"It's-it's nothing really," he said, trying to brush off the subject. But he found that he couldn't. "I mean, it's not like...okay, maybe it's kind of a big deal - well, not too big, but..." The words jumbled in his head. He couldn't even begin to explain his situation to Rosalie. It's wasn't as if he didn't want her to know, it's just...judging by her reaction to her brother and Isabella Swan's relationship...he didn't know if he could handle her convictions if they referred to himself and Adriana.
His eyes, which had involuntarily focused on the table, glanced at Rosalie and stayed there. "I suppose you could say that I'm in the same situation as your brother...I've...I've never really felt this way about anyone before, not even when I was human...she's everything that I could ever want...and need. And...I love her...but...what you said about kids and a real life and growing old and...damning her to this existence also..." His eyes looked away once again. "I'm not saying you're wrong or anything. In fact, I wholeheartedly agree with you, except...there's something inside of me telling me not to let go...and I think that's what my heart is telling me. But my brain...that's a whole different story. It's telling me to leave her. Because I'll hurt her in the end. And I would never forgive myself if I ever did..." He shook his head, laughing at himself.
"I-I'm sorry for weighing my problems on you like this. Y-You don't have to say anything at all, really." His tone was supposed to be light. But in the end, all it turned into was sadness.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 7, 2008 14:44:33 GMT -4
There was something about this unfamiliar vampire that made a certain amount of pity sprout in Rosalie. It could be likened to a shoot of grass compared to a mighty oak, but it was that much more of an emotion than what she felt for her own brother. Rosalie blamed it on the fact that while Edward was stubborn and didn't listen to reason, this Lysander fellow was more willing to hear her opinion on the matter. Or rather, had already suffered through her rant about how foolish her brother was being by getting himself tangled in the life of an average human.
That must have been awkward, mused Rosalie with a hint of embarrassment and amusement: an odd combination to have, admittedly. However, it didn't effect the fact that it described the blond vampire's current emotions. Toss in a little irritation and wonder, and one would have described her current concoction of feelings to a T.
"Romeo and Juliet," spoke Rosalie slowly, still befuddled that vampires could actually liken themselves to be in love with humans. Of course, she had been in love with Emmett while he was a human (Although she would describe it more as an adoration since their love for each other didn't blossom fully until they got to know each other.), but that was different. He was dying. There was no, what if's. Well, except for the major one about preventing the poor human from dying. But it had just seemed so...so...pointless. Rosalie simply couldn't stand the waste of life. "Star crossed lovers. Can't exactly say I envy their fate. And that's exactly what the pair of you are stepping into." Rosalie was, of course, referring to both Edward and Lysander.
"Only, it's not much of a decision for the humans, now is it? I mean, living for an eternity doesn't seem like such a bad idea when you're human. But when you're not...sometimes you just wonder what it would be like to die. Die a normal death of old age. To not live out this damned existance..." She was ranting again. Like normal, the censor between her mind and tongue had been removed. Only this time it was bringing a flood of words.
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Jul 7, 2008 18:59:37 GMT -4
"I can't exactly envy my fate either." All in a matter of minutes, the future didn't seem bright anymore to Lysander. Adriana was the last beacon of hope, if it wasn't for her, Lysander would still be thinking that all he was, was a monster, that he didn't deserve to be happy, that he wasn't meant to be loved. That last beacon of hope...it went out with Rosalie's words. She's right, he kept thinking to himself over and over again. She's right.
Die a normal death of old age. That thought plagued his mind every single day. He had been so afraid to die when he was human, so afraid of what was on the other side. And now look at him...a poor excuse for a living creature. Not even living...I'm nothing. Why had God let this happen to him? He had been a good kid. He did almost all his homework. He loved his mother unconditionally. But it still happened.
His eyes were drawn to the clouds again. His face was completely void of emotion. He was too deep in thought to think about his surroundings. Placing his elbow on the table, he supported his head with his hand.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 7, 2008 23:09:35 GMT -4
As much as Rosalie knew she should just fall silent and let the vampire work things out on his own accord, that wasn't in her nature. No, even though she could clearly see the vampire was torn over recent events and that little obnoxious voice was screaming in the back of her head to just shut up. Like always, she would ignore the normally morally correct voice and continue barging forward in her prying and forcing her opinions in cracks that were too small for them to belong by natural causes.
The main reason that Rosalie was so intent on making her point as clear as crystal to Lysander was hauntingly hanging in the back of her mind. The main culprit was Edward. Oh, how convenient it was becoming to simply blame things on her adopted brother. The scary thing was it was almost second nature. If Rosalie had been of a more sensible state of mind, she would have realized she was projecting (It was amazing what a year of college psychology could teach a person.) her frustration with her brother onto Lysander. In all honesty, Rosalie couldn't care less about Lysander and his own personal life. He wasn't the one ruining her family. Yet, this unfamiliar vampire was responding more reasonably to her accusations and rants. His conforming reactions had only fueled Rosalie's notion that she was in fact correct in her prejudice against Edward having a human girlfriend thing.
Rosalie noted the stoic expression on the vampire's face with a certain amount of familiarity. It was the same look that stared back at her through the mirror on a fairly frequent basis.
"Don't be like that." Her voice was soft to the point of caring. It was a strange sound to hear in a public setting; it was normally a tone reserved for more sentimental moments and her Emmett.
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Jul 8, 2008 12:23:17 GMT -4
He smirked and scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed by his visible vulnerability. Rosalie's tone was unexpectedly soft. "Really, you don't have to...feel sorry for me. I do enough feeling sorry for myself as it is." The smile on his face turned into him biting his bottom lip. "But..." He thought back to her words. It made sense. All of it. Half of him wanted to believe her, the other half...not so much.
"But...but I love her Rosalie. She's...she's everything that I could ever hope for. Everything I could ever want...ever need." He looked down at the table in frustration. He wasn't angry at her. All he was trying to do was convince himself that...he wasn't sure what he was trying to convince himself of. "I know our relationship is bad. I know that. But it's just...I love her. I'm in love with her. So much so that I can't think straight. And I can't help it. I just can't. I wish that I could stay away from her because I know I'm a bad influence. And all I want her to be is happy. But I can't let go."
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Jul 8, 2008 13:17:54 GMT -4
"I don't feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for her," snapped Rosalie defensively. She was trying to play it constant and keep Edward and Lysander's situations as one in the same, but it was proving difficult.
Rosalie paused. Both mentally and physically everything stopped for a brief moment before it whirred back to life. Like everything had just skipped a beat. Something in Lysander's words set something off in her. As her thoughts began to spin once more, Rosalie's manicured nails strummed gently on the table while her toes squirmed subtly inside the safety of her shoe. It was as if her quick thoughts were putting so much pressure on her body it had to manifest itself somehow.
She wasn't quite sure why she had to keep forcing the fact into her thoughts, but she found herself having to keep reminding herself that Lysander was talking about a human. Humans and vampires aren't meant to fall in love; in fact, the former is supposed to be dinner instead. Yet while Lysander was talking about his love (It's impossible to be in love with a human. That's like a bird loving a worm.) for the human girl, Rosalie couldn't help but recognize the emotion behind his words and the familiarity of what he was saying. That was exactly how she felt about Emmett, which made her warm up slightly to the idea. Nonetheless, this girl in question was a human. But why did she find it to be such a different matter than what she felt about Isabella Swan and Edward's relationship?
"She's everything you could ever need besides the fact that she's a human, Lysander," Rosalie said slowly, and although her words were spoken in a rare soft tone, the blond vampire couldn't fight back the visible wince at the cruelty hidden in her words. Could she really honestly tell him that his love was wrong? That he had to give it up? Sure, she felt that way, but telling that to an almost stranger was a completely different story.
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Post by Lysander Rousseau on Jul 9, 2008 2:31:32 GMT -4
"Yes, I do suppose you'd feel sorrier for Adriana then you would for me," his voice was low, thinking things over. He leaned be in his chair, crossing his legs and arms. His eyes were fixed on the table. His mouth a straight line. Though he seemed composed on the outside, inside was a whole different story. There was a war in his mind.
Lysander looked at Rosalie. Her words stung him. "If there was any way for me to be human, well...then I'd do it at any costs." His voice was soft, too soft for human ears, but he meant every single word he said. "Rosalie...it's not right, what I'm doing to her, I know that...but..." He didn't how to word what he was going to say. There were too many things to say. "We were all human once," he said slowly. "And I know that some vampires see themselves as being superior then humans, but we always forget that we were human once...I-I'm don't really know where I'm going with that. I just...I don't know."
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