Truth and Past

In one of the most famous hotels of Seattle famous for hosting many celebrities in one of its room with a very scenic view there were multiple layers of clothes lying around and two individuals had their bodies mangled together exchanging their bodily fluids with the increase in their biologocal constitutions making them almost enter the most primal nature of mammals.

"Mmmhf... ahh.. huh huh mmh.."

Rosalie and I were constantly kissing each other since we reached our room, we were so much in heat that we didn't even take a break except for breathing. We were even down to our inner wears. For me it was taking my everything to control myself from taking the last step, I didn't want the relationship to be based on sex rather I wanted us to know each other better to know each other's deepest secrets, our dreams, our thoughts and views on others, to understand each other completely.

"MMhm.. Ark wait mmhm.. I need to tell you something mhmmfh wait." said Rosalie in between our kisses though I could see she was reluctant.

"Huh huh, sorry.. I was just too into it."

*Muahh

"So what is it ?" I said feighning ignorance.

"I.. I am not normal." at which I raised my eyebrows.

"Um.. to even able to seduce me sure you're not normal."

"ARK" she said in response to my trial in teasing her with a half angry and serious gaze.

"Alright in what way?"

"Umm.." she lifted herself from my chest and sat at a distance and then said.

"I am a sort of vampire."

Seeing my gaze that asked for explaination she started telling me about the existence of the Volturi coven, their rules for the cold ones, their history etc. She told me many things that was never explained in the movies and it very much intrigued me but I needed her to tell me one important thing for me to bee able to completely truthful to her as well, well it didn't matter. Honestly I would have told her but I wanted selfishly for her to tell me her story to break the final ice towards us.

"And how did you become one ?"

Hearing this question she tensed up possibly because of her thinking of the possibility of leaving her on learning that she was not pure and had been through such horrid ways or the fact that she killed or tortured people in cold blood but at that point the only thought that I had was that if I had known that she'll be mine soul mate I would have asked to be born earlier and the more I thought the grimmer I became which was caught by Rosalie and she grew more anxious. I ealized that I couldn't do much now that it had happened but what I could do was giving ourselves a better future.

"Sorry, I was just thinking of the reasons for such a situation for you to change" I told her in reassurance abd lightly placing my hand on top of hers squeezing them to reassure her.

"I.. I understand. I'll tell you." then she told me her tale which surmised as.

Rosalie was born in Rochester, New York, in early 1914; she had two younger brothers, a housewife for a mother, and her father worked at a bank. Her father's job helped keep the family wealthy during the Great Depression. She was born beautiful and constantly praised, making her vain and self-centered as a result. Her parents took pride in her looks, which she enjoyed. She also enjoyed her father's pleasure in buying her beautiful clothes, her girlfriends' envy, and the admiration of every man she passed. The result of all this attention was that Rosalie tended to be self-absorbed, shallow, and materialistic. However, unlike her social-climbing parents, who always wanted more out of life despite their already elevated status, Rosalie was just happy in the knowledge that she was Rosalie Hale, and that she was very beautiful.

One day, Rosalie's mother had her dress up to deliver her father's forgotten lunch to his job, in the hopes that the son of the bank's owner would take notice of Rosalie, and it worked. Royce King II sent roses to Rosalie and, after making a comment that her eyes were like violets, Rosalie began receiving them, too. Their relationship was solely based on physical attraction, as Royce was often too busy at the bank. They became engaged and one week before the wedding, Rosalie visited her good friend Vera, who Rosalie envied for her baby boy. At one point, when Vera's husband kissed her, Rosalie finally noticed the lack of love in her relationship with Royce that was so obvious in Vera's. While walking home, shaken by her thoughts about her loveless relationship, Rosalie stumbled across her drunken fiancée and his equally drunk friends; Royce bragged about his fiancé's beauty which eventually led to Rosalie being brutally gang-raped and beaten before being left in the street to die. Rosalie was then turned into a vampire by Carlisle Cullen in hopes of her being Edward's mate but the most they felt for each other was a brother sister bond.

At the end of her story she was sobbing uncontrollably and I was full of rage now mulling over myself to have asked for birthing much earlier but I realised that it was fate and I could do nothing about it so I did the only thing I thought was the right thing to do at that moment. I hugged her, brought her body as close as to myself to provide her all the warmth I could and her silently crying her eyes out into my chest.

I just kept stroking her hair affectionately to show her that now she had someone who loved her cared about her and wanted to share her burden as well.

"It's alright my Roasie.. I'm here for you."

I kept repeating that for about 30 mins by the time which she finally stopped crying and we were now snuggling close to each other.

"I'm Sorry."

"HUh..?"

"Sorry for not being born earlier...mmhm"

"Idiot" she said with a light smile.

"By the way.. aren't you hot ass fuck for a nearly century old lady."

"Hah.." she groaned in fake anger and punched my chest in controlled anger.

"Pftt.. okay sorry sorry. Now it's my turn."