roslie and emmett

Hello I'm Rosalie Hale
....Always Dreaming of a better place then here or a better life
of a Human life for a family of my own ...but never got it and never will.
i'm an adopted daughter of Esme and Carlisle, adoptive sister of Edward, Alice, and Jasper, and wife of Emmett. My physical age is 18, and i was born in 1915 in Rochester, New York, as the daughter of a banker. Royce King II took an interest in me and soon we became engaged. i was extremely envious of her good friend Vera and her baby boy and, while on a visit, noticed that i did not share the same relationship with Royce as Vera did with her husband. Dismissing it, Rosalie later walked home and met an intoxicated Royce and his friends. Royce bragged about his fiancée's beauty, leading me to bebeaten, presumably raped, and left to die. Carlisle, coming across Me decided to change me into a vampire. and know my emmett's story.

I was the only one out of the Cullen’s who had been chosen to join the family. I loved them, loved her and was (strange as it seems) loved in return. I guess that makes me different from the others in that respect. Also I don’t mind being a vampire as much as the others; I never hated myself for becoming one, for things outside my control. After all when such amazing people as Carlisle and Esme are vampires then how bad can it be?

All I remember of that night before I was turned was pain, pain and fear. I remember it quite clearly because it was a novelty for me, I was so rarely fearful of anything, everyone says I’m too overconfident, brave and reckless. Yeah, well, what do they know? Anyway, the bear attacked me and I didn’t stand a chance.

It was spring so it had just come out of hibernation, and was irritable. All I remember is knowing that I was going to die. Then I heard something in the bushes, all I thought was; great another bear come to fight over my corpse. I was nearly unconscious and couldn’t move at all. Then I was flying.

I figured that I must have died and was now going to heaven, or (more likely) to hell. I mean I probably enjoyed myself a little too much during my life so I guessed that that’s where I was heading. I thought I was dead, but I still tried to open my eyes, I say her and knew I was dead.

I couldn’t look away, I needed to keep looking, I needed to keep seeing the angels face, I didn’t even care about the pain anymore. It didn’t matter, as long as I could still see her face. I was probably delirious, wondering why heaven wasn’t closer (or hell, either one). Then there was Carlisle and then nothing but pain, worse pain than before, than anything I had ever imagined. I thought it was judgement, punishment for whatever I had done wrong in life (I can think of plenty).

But I was still grateful to him because she was still there, she never left my side. I was surprised that she hadn’t left, but I really didn’t care, as long as she was still there, near me, my angel. And then the pain went away, and my angel was still there. And she’s still here with me, my angel, my Rosalie.