Following An Angel

I wrote this for fun one afternoon when I was bored.
Summary: The ghost of Royce King II, Rosalie's human fiancé, is cursed to follow her through her whole life, to see the happiness that he could never give her.
Enjoy! :)

She stood before me, a demon angel in a long white dress. She had just broken her way through a two foot metal door with a deadlock seal. It was impossible, but it was true. My eyes travelled up her body, following every curve. God she was gorgeous, even better than Rose. The dress didn’t fit her perfectly, like it wasn’t meant for her, but it still hugged her shape. I looked higher, to find her pearly white skin, shimmering slightly. And then...

Oh God, her face! I screamed; I couldn’t stop myself. She wasn’t just like Rosalie Hale, she was Rosalie. Her eyes blazed crimson as she smiled a wicked smile at me. I screamed again, hoping someone would hear, but at the same time knowing no body would.

“Hello Royce,” she hissed in a voice like honey, “I think you know why I’m here, don’t you?”

I couldn’t speak. I just sat there dumbfounded at she moved towards me, the cruel little smile on her lips stretching into a contortion of teeth.

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I was floating. The pain didn’t go away, but I could think around it...barely. I knew what was happening. Somehow I knew everything. I was dead. Rosalie, the girl I thought I had killed, had killed me. I was doomed. I would follow her for the rest of her life, to watch what I had done. I hadn’t changed her, but I had made it necessary. And she would live forever.

An eternity of pain.

I learned about her new life. She was fairly happy, once she accepted that she could never go back, but she didn’t like what she had become. She hated it.

But this life was good for her. Carlisle and Esme loved her more than her parents ever had; she was a daughter to them, not a tool for furthering themselves. Edward did not worship her feet like every other man had, which irritated her a little, but he loved her like a sister, and he was her brother in every sense of the word.

Two years later, she found him. Out hunting, she came across a young man with curly brown hair about to be finished off by a bear. She saved him. I don’t know why. Her thoughts were usually pretty clear to me, but I couldn’t make sense of this particular impulse. And once Carlisle changed him, everything clicked into place so perfectly that she never thought of why she did it ever again.

Emmet was everything Rosalie needed. He loved her in a way that I never had. He was everything I had never been. He loved the feel of her hand in his, not the stares they were getting. He loved her face, not because it was beautiful, but because it was hers. He loved her, not her body.

For decades, nothing changed. Alice and Jasper arrived, but fit themselves in so seamlessly that it seemed as if nothing had changed. The family moved around a lot, and Rosalie was content.

Then they went to Forks. Edward found Bella. Rosalie’s jealousy was shocking, considering that she didn’t actually like the guy. But she made herself be happy, for his sake. And, in time, she truly loved Bella too.

When Renesmee came along, Rose was thrilled. She loved the strange little girl with her captivating powers, and Bella really became her sister. Jacob irritated her, but she let that go.

I have to watch them still, see the happiness, see the contentment there, in that family of ‘monsters’. Rosalie never thought of me even once. And though I know that without me none of this could have happened, every second is filled with agony for what I did to this perfect, precious girl. I hurt her. I stole her life. I will live without that until she dies and I can finally go to hell.

But she will never die.

Crap.