Obscure | ᵀʰᵉ ᴼʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˢ/ᵀʷⁱˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵒᵛᵉʳ ⁽ᴱˡⁱʲᵃʰ ᴹⁱᵏᵉᵃˡˢᵒⁿ⁾ [1]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗; 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎𝚜

𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎𝚜

Running was a powerful instinct to follow. The Cullens were tainted by it. They ran every chance they could away from anything dangerous until they couldn't.

Elijah sped into her bedroom, placing her onto her bed that felt too comfortable. His eyes held a version of evil that she had never seen on him. He didn't say much. Didn't utter a goodbye when he left.

It wasn't weird when she went downstairs noticing the pack's suitcases. She knew the ins and outs of this particular system. Randomly something struck one of the members and they were off to another area where they would have to lie and sneak around what they truly were. Playing a facade of their true inner family.

Things were hectic as always, Alice and Emmett arguing about pointless things. Jasper and Rosalie calmly sitting together barely saying a word. Renee talked too much but seemed quite enough when doing it for her mother. Edward smiling and talking with his adoptive mother.

Rosalice kept her footsteps light, creeping around corners trying her best to stay in the background of things. The only one that managed to catch her was the empathic one who's eyes trailed her.

Getting to the study was easy, it wasn't that hard from going from her room to there. Shutting the door quietly. She hastily turns only catching soft amber eyes who stared at her. "Rosalice." He smiles, his voice rough and cunning yet remains peaceful. A true man who lived through things and came out wise. "I haven't seen you in some time, is everything okay?" He rises from his leather rolling chair.

The twenty year old promptly sits on his desk, her hands tucked into her side. Her eyes held a lost look. Worry became of him. Moving in front of her. He didn't dare utter a word waiting until she said or gestured to him what was wrong.

They sat there for moments on end. Rosalice rethinking the memory allowing it to play in an endless loop. Her harsh low comments silenced as she watched Celeste pour the bottle of vervain just for her. The bottle of vervain meant for her children. Thinking back to the unsaid proposition she knew what was going to happen, Rosalice might've had to drink that to save her own life and lose her babies and run away from the originals to get out of his vow.

But instead it was used to harm her, to add another scar that looked like it came from the clashing of oil and burning water. It felt like it too.

Finally lifting her arms. Carlisle was carefully peeling the right sleeve down seeing only one red mark that looked to be left by a thick bracelet. The left side when pulling it down kept going and going until it stopped just under her elbow. The blonde haired Cullen with slicked back hair and round long features frowned. He actually frowned. A troubling expression moving weaving through his face. Staring at it intently. He asks carefully, "Who did this to you? A nomadic vampire?"

Rosalice shakes her head, wishing in that moment that she had her sister's gift. To show instead of speak what happened to her. She couldn't share images of memories with him. She had to verbally say it. Describe what happened. Act like silenced conversation when playing the quiet game.

"Do you wish to talk about it?"

Once again she shook her head. Her hair follows her movements.

He nods the frown still on display. He moves towards the cabinet where he stores medicine. Plucking out the items and going towards her. He speeds away coming back with a large bowl of cold water. He gently takes her arm and dunks it under the water holding it. Rosalice only added her other hand not wanting to wait longer than need be.