|What I Lived For, Before I Died
Author: Monet argh PM
After being turned into a vampire, Rosalie could no longer have children. It was the only thing she ever wanted, but now she can have it.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Fantasy - Words: 381 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 01-15-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2882523
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My head spun around even faster than vampire speed as I heard the luscious heartbeat of a tall bear. I sprinted closer and closer, faster and faster. I skidded to a halt when the first heartbeat was joined by a second. A tiny heart fluttered at an unhuman speed, faster, faster. Then it stopped. Just like that, it stopped. I moved closer, treading silently on the ground now. As I got closer to the body of the tiny human girl, shadowed by a huge bear, I felt the burning sensation through my throat again. I gave in to the growling thirst, and drank the blood of the bear in record timing. Now that I could breathe comfortably again, I examined the body of the girl.
She had long, blonde hair down to her knees. Her eyes were covered with unbelievably long eyelashes. Her lips were still pink. I stroked her face. She was still warm. I noticed a large wound on her chest. It must have been from the bear. I recognised the claw marks. I caressed the wound gently, which resulted in a slight skip in her formerly inexistent heartbeat. I repeated the action, receiving the same response, jolting a little more this time. I continued to lightly rub the wound, and in a short amount of time, the girl's heart began to beat in a regular pattern and she opened her eyes slowly but surely. I sensed the slightest twitch in the corners of her mouth, almost becoming a smile as she looked up into my eyes, before falling into unconsciousness again.
Even though there was a human girl with an open wound in my arms, I did not even think about the unthinkable burning in my throat. I don't know why, and I don't know who saw me, but without thinking, I picked up the featherweight girl and ran her hastily home to my 'father'. I studied her delicate face every moment as I ran home. She was exactly as I had always imagined a daughter. My daughter. The only thing I ever wanted. The only thing I could never have. Until now. She will be my daughter. I will be her mother.
I smiled in anticipation as I handed the body to my father.