Rosalie ran; her blonde hair a distant blur as she dodge tree after moss-covered tree and bush after leaf-clad bush. She was like smudged paint running across a beautiful but dark and mysterious picture, but still her running paint being the pure image of beauty. No matter how you'd choose to put it , it is deep, and to be blunt, all the beauty being describe could be one thing; Rosalie Running.
She has always been irresistibly gorgeous to many a man. In every town, city and country she had lived in during her long and endless a male had taken his chances at her, only to see them crushed in front of them. Rosalie only has eyes for one man, only wishing for mortality with one man, and that one man only to be Emmet.

Emmet and her were more than any fairytale imaginable. More than Snow White and her Prince. More than Cinderella and her stalking Prince – Rosalie and Alice had often joked with Esme how they thought that particular prince was a little scary for stalking poor Cinders with a shoe – and definitely more than Rapunzel. Although, Rapunzel did semi resemble their twisted Love story. Rapunzel equivalent to Rosalie with their beautiful Blonde hair attracting men from far and wide and to the prince whom equalled Emmet, who would only ever love Rosalie respite her incredible looks and ability within a click of her fingers to magnetize men towards her in seconds.

Rosalie ran further. Still on the hunt, alone, for one of her particular favourite meats- Deer. She had been running for hours in a huge, stretched loop around her house- straight out from her house, heading east, heading close to the Forks border, and then round to head South east on her way to complete the loop. She was exasperated; Nothing in the world could possibly soothe her now. Well, Apart from one thing and that came sooner than she’d expected.
The alluring scent of deer washed over her like the smell of pure and endless happiness. She flinched in a quick movement to face the direction of the creature. The waves in the air told her the distance- each step she took forwards it change- Five Meters… Four Meters…Three meters. Behind the bushes the brown deer grazed on some lush green grass. She was ready for the kill. She pounced, lithe like a tigress or a lioness, but only a lot more viscous and ready for her prey.

The blood from the creature had been drained within seconds. Despite the dear struggling it stood no chance. Rosalie was far too strong, but still not as powerful as the others. He had stood no chance against the blonde trespasser and so she feasted.

After her meal was over, she felt relaxed. Of course she was not fully satisfied, but it was a start to her meal, almost like an appetiser. Rosalie pushed herself up from the ground in one swift and delicate movement and started to stroll away from the Deer. She jumped over fences and pushed through bushes. The light hit her sparkling face. It was a beautiful day, she could see that even through the thick and dense trees. She continued to walk, deep in though, remembering good times with her sweet Emmet.

All was silent but she was not alone. Instantly and almost instinctively she had crouched into a hunters crouch. She paused and smelt the air. It was an odd scent. The pine had surely disguised it , but it was noticeably revolting- she was close to Wolf territory. But still it was not that that caught Rosalie’s attention.

”Aice?” She had asked cautiously, her voice melodic within the orchestra of the wind, birds and leaves rustling. “I didn’t know you were out hunting!” She exclaimed.

Rosalie could have been disgusted and angry at her sister then and there , but she couldn’t force herself to try. Sure Alice had left without her but somehow it seemed a petty cause to fight about when for all she knew Wolves could have been watching her from a distance.

She continued whilst walking forwards elegantly. Was it sane to be able to run in four inch stilettos? “ You so should have waited for me! She sat down beside her sister, waiting for an answer, but impatient to wait too long for a reply, ”Or could have called on my new Cell,”


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