𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎; 𝙰𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚎

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𝙰𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚎








    Who is she?

    A secret that she reserved for only some to figure out on their own terms. But truth be told she didn't even know who she was. Her family might say things about her that were indeed true but was it truly her?

   She had years to figure out who she was. Time on her side. Forever she had time to figure out who she truly was. But standing there staring at a mirror filled with condensation staring at herself into her ice cold blue eyes that hardened over time with each passing year. Rosalice would inevitably turn immortal, becoming a true cold one. Finally living a life of tranquility with no one hunting her. Yet a part of her knew it knew that she would never live such a life. Her life was always meant to be in undying chaos.

    In turn she lived a life of secrecy. Her words etch to lies that have one left stumbling. She always stated that it was much easier to live this sort of life, never making any sort of attachment to things to places she knew she could never stay in for long only to come back some years later when the people she once knew in the schools had disappeared from the walls of its foundation.

    Once again she was left packing away her belongings, things that weren't at this "new" house of her family. One that hasn't been seen by the Cullens ever since 1936-1949. The place wasn't deteriorating horribly as it was still able to be revived, being revived as they stood in a house in Virginia by the boys.

    The only ones that stood in this house was a small family that was formed by a mortal human and an immortal vampire along with a pack made up of three people —two of which were still trying to pack.—

    One shifter however had her things settled and ready to go, there was just one thing she desperately wanted to do before leaving.

    Short glistening black hair with beautiful copper skin, eyes that shook the earth with its beautiful brown. Box-round face that held nothing but a look of strength and coldness to the world. Yet when around one particular human-cold one hybrid a young sense of daring adventure shimmered brightly.

    Leah Clearwater sat herself on the sink counter arms crossing over her chest, eyes watching the girl right besides her movements. A smirk placed on her lips.

    Rosalice instantly shot down the idea that formed in the shifter's head, "No."

    The girl instantly frowns, "But you haven't heard it."

    "Don't need to." Rosalice says leaving the sauna-like bathroom and begins tossing paint brushes into a bag of their own, sealing paints to their own container of color and throwing it into her suitcase zipping it shut. "Your ideas are worse than Emmets."

    Leah gave her an incredulous look, "My ideas are not worse than him!" Her voice raising ever so slightly.

    "His ideas are straight to the point, yours build up."

    "Not this one."

    Rosalice eyes connect with a pair of soft browns mixed with harsher shades of the same color and darker. Gesturing with her eyes for this said idea that wasn't worse than Emmet. Leah lips moved hastily, "We go to a bar."

    Freezing entirely, raising a single clean dark brow. Her mouth opened just a bit to form a single word, "No." Leah frowns once again. Truth be told what the Clearwater woman had come to say was indeed straight to the point but she –Rosalice– was not putting any effort in going to a bar with cheap booze and men that could care any less of how she thought all they simply wanted was her body and to hear what she sounded like when she screamed.

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