Rosalie ♥ Lillian

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By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
Our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes could never see.We ascribe beauty to that which is simple; which has no superfluous parts; which exactly answers its end; which stands related to all things; which is the mean of many extremes.♥

” Would you like to hear my story, Bella? It doesn't have a happy ending—but which of ours does? If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now.”

This fairy tale story begins in Rochester, New York; the year 1915. Our family was not what you would call a loving family, what would you expect from social climbers? Yes, indeed. We liked to talk more about money, and investments then love. In this family there was me, my two younger brothers, and my beloved mother and father. Father was an employee at a local bank, which of course helped greatly through our rough times. And dear old mother was what you could call a house wife. She made sure the house looked perfect and clean to the highest extent.
I was born beautiful and had full awareness of it. I could see that it got me places, more than the unfortunate ones. Though born beautiful and being raised into a family with as much wealth as my own didn’t help my ego any less. I will admit I was vain-even shallow at times. But I never thought of it as my fault, though for my parents were social climbers, how else do you think we got so far? From the beauty of their own daughter, from the beauty that came from…me.

My mother and father always had their expectations of me that I had no awareness to. They of course wanted me to marry into a wealthy set family, and wouldn’t take any less. I of course was unaware to this fact of being, but who could blame me? When you are born beautiful, and have parents using that to their advantage it’s hard to see everything clearly.
One day after my beloved mother dressed me in my finest clothing, she had me deliver fathers forgotten lunch at the bank. Once again, I was in no awareness to the fact that my dear Mother had dressed me in order to catch the bank owner's sons' eye. Royce King the II was his name, and thanks to my Mothers plan, it had worked; in conclusion of Royce sending me roses every day. The attention I was receiving from him, I’ll me quite honest, I enjoyed. Once Royce had even made a little comment that my eyes reminded him of Violets, and started sending me those as well.

”Admiration was like air to me, Bella. I was silly and shallow, but I was content."

After two months past, Royce proposed to me; causing my mother and father to become ecstatic. I thought this as love, though, with all the attention I was getting due to the wedding, I became aware to the true meaning of my relationship with my once beloved Royce. One night before the wedding was suppose to take place; I went to take a little visit to my closest friend Vera, she of course was the only one who could put up with a, as you could say self centered person such as myself. She was very dear to me, but there was something that caused me to envy her baby boy, Henry. He was the cutest thing I had ever set eyes on; with curly brown hair and dimples that would reveal themselves when he smiled.
It wasn't until later that night when Vera's husband returned from work when I realized it wasn't just their son I loathed. When I saw the way her husband kissed her, it made me realize the love that was not there for my relationship with Royce; and it troubles me to say that that was the only time during my life in which I felt so incomplete.

The pain that ran through my body from the warm and loving house made me ache, so I told Vera I needed to go and finish up with the wedding plans. It was late, it was stupid of me that I didn’t call for my father to pick me up, but it was just a short walk home, and it seemed silly to ask my father to pick me up. I was nearly home when I came across Royce and his friends; all of whom were intoxicated at the time. Royce kept mentioning my beauty-bragging it, to all of his friends. What only took seconds but felt like eternity, leading me to be beaten and-let's just say-left me for dead on the streets.
I was hanging on a thin string between life and death when a vampire-not just any vampire, but Carlisle-found me. I was told that the scent of my spilled blood had drawn him to me, and once he saw me pity washed over him; making up his decision. He then took me to his home, and that’s where the pain took place. I could feel him pick me up, and that’s when I thought I had died, the speed we traveled was somewhat non realistic.
Now, I can’t remember everything from my past-the only human year I can remember was my last one. Anything before that is a mystery to me-but the pain I went through is hard to forget; the pain of transcending from a human to a vampire. Carlisle tells me this is so for many vampires, as well. Days after the pain had ended, I can remember passing by a mirror and taking in my new beauty-which was apparently one of the advantages, you could say, given to as a vampire. This gave me an idea. ”I don’t mean that I have any aversion to you as a sister. It’s just that… this is not the life I would have chosen for myself. I wish there had been someone there to vote no for me."

I wanted to take revenge. Revenge on both Royce and his friends. I am troubled to say-though not ashamed-that soon later I avenged myself by killing them all; every single one who was a attend player to Royce's cruel game. I killed off his friends first one by one, but kept Royce for last. Wanting to have a little fun in doing so, I stole a bridal gown and found my fiancé locked in a windowless room with a thick, vault-like door guarded by two men. After killing the guards, I entered the room and tortured Royce to death. Wanting to make sure that he knew what was coming to him, wanting him to see that there was danger ahead for his life.
I am proud to say that not then nor now have I ever tasted human blood upon my tongue, and plan on keeping my slate as clean-if not cleaner-than Carlisle’s. Not even three years ago did everything change; the way I live my life, and the way my family lives their lives. I hate change, and I'm sad to say that that I absolutely loathed and or hated everything that was happening to me at the time. It was not right. It was not what we did. We were just getting settled down, getting used to this new town. But things changed, the future changed its course, and our lives were changed forever.

Beauty... is the shadow of God on the universe.
Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.♥

”You know, my record is almost as clean as Carlisle’s. Better than Esme. A thousand times better than Edward. I’ve never tasted human blood."

As I said we were currently residing in a town called Forks. It was a small, quiet place that my family and I thought was perfect for staying inconspicuous. The sun rarely shined, and the forest was 'stocked' with plenty of necessities. It was more then we could have asked for.
Not even a year had passed when did a young human by the name of Bella Swan show up. She was residing with her father, Chief Swan, on terms I really didn’t care of. She was the talk of the town for weeks to come; Edward once mentioning that she was all the human boys could think about. Yes, she did quite liven the place up for a few months, but only for a few months. She wasn't even that exciting, so quiet and so shy. I couldn't see what was so special about her.As time passed, our family came to find out that Edward had a certain fixation with this human girl. He would always be looking at her, but we couldn't figure out why. But it was the way he looked at her, almost as if...
And then it hit us: Edward was in love with her. There were times where he wouldn't be home all night, or times where he wouldn't sit at his usual seat with us at lunch; he was always with Bella.
This news was not a shock, for the signs were obvious. But when I heard he had told that warm blooded creature our secret, our identity, I wasn't just aggravated; I was livid. How could he be so foolish? How could he be so stupid?

To put us all in danger like that was unbelievable. How could he not see the risk’s he was making to be with her, though we all knew he loved her we were still bewildered at how much. Even though me and Bella didn’t get along at first….there was a time that I will never forget, a time that I acted so low that I even thought of myself as lower then dirt.As I recall there came a time when Edward and us Cullen’s left the town named Forks, for Edward thought he was putting Bella in danger being around so much. The truth was she was more protected with us near then us far. But we didn’t realize that until the last moment of time.
As this story goes Bella and Edward get married, they have a half human half vampire child called Renesmee, which I adore. Her having Nessie (that’s a nickname for Jacob made up) was the best thing that could have happened for me and Bella’s relationship, I have grown quite fond of Bella after that, I can actually think of her as a part of the family. There was a bump along this road, someone as unique as Nessie wouldn’t go on unnoticed, that’s when we had a little visit from the Volturi from Italy. Things went pretty smooth, though they were clearly unhappy of how they had to back down. Since Bella’s new born talent blew everyone away, it kept to our advantage. ” I apologize for being such a monster. I’ll try to behave myself from now on."
“ Tell them dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then beauty is its own excuse for being.”