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Twilight VR │ Reader Insert - Prologue

Warning: Volturi

Word count: 1059

The prologue will change for each character!

Hope you enjoy it! If you have any suggestion, let me know. If you have any names wanted to be added (in the Alpha Tester sense) Let me know. This shots will be under the tag TwilightVR. The gif doesnt belong to me. Do note let me know I might not be using warnings properly. The gif is not mine

Reader Inset words references:

(y/n) = your name.

(e/c) = eye color

(f/c) = favor color.

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Stargazing branches thick but thin like a mirror with no reflection; leaves like chandeliers hanging below the stars gazing in the light of the sun. Rainbows paint the scenery in colors beyond (y/n) comprehension. Their lungs receive that similar welcome on their 7th birthday to the fair their folks would drive them to every chance they got – the cotton candy they would sink their teeth into like no tomorrow. 

They breathe in the familiar faint sniff of buttery popcorn, their mouthwatering at the mere thought of probably bad for them, their blood pressure might skyrocket; however, it is worth every pain exercising later. Their hands dance alongside the familiar scent, a second not long music plays in the background, they would recognize it anywhere it is Bella’s Lullaby tunes, they had it as a ringtone does not use it on anyone to contemplate its beauty.

 Threes unite a welcoming cocoon, but their heartstring at the prospect of everyone having such a welcome to this world. Their fingers reach their temples expecting to touch the (f/c) VR headsets to feel a reality. A once over to the birds flocking as one in union to the others around. An ocean welcomes them tracing edges as one by one mirror like doors that showcase their reflection.

 In plain sight, they are wearing (f/c) outfits not really something to be remembrance. They (e/c) eyes trace each mirror like door characters throughout Twilight saga shown playing scene from Charlie meeting Edward, Baseball scene, Lauren warning about James, Prom end of Twilight, Victoria appeareance, Edward showing up, etc. Every scene they could think pop up on the mirrors like doors.

 “Aahh”, hands clapping return their attention to right in front of them. A tall figure stood cloak in the Volturi’s notorious cloak. They intentionally half kneel out of respect to the Volturi before them. They would recognize them anywhere no matter the place. His long black hair stands out from any of the other Volturi. Crimson red eyes stare deeply into their soul like he could read every string without missing a beat.

 They know it’s impossible for him to read their mind without a touch first.

 “Finally, I have been summoned to welcome our first all-inclusive Beta Tester into our world”, Aro tune like silk setting every minuscule blood cell inside them ablaze. How long has it been since they watch the last movie starting from new moon to breaking dawn? Only to see him for starters.

 They lost count. Aro extends his hands towards the stairs an invisible wall welcomes him. He retracks his hands; his lips fall a frown is not amuse at the realization.

 “Any curiosities about the world we live in? and you shall live now?”. Aro mutters, his hands try again to pass the forcefield, being unable too. His crimson eyes lock with their (e/c). His lips wore a smile instantly.

 “How are you here? Aren’t you part of VR experience”. (y/n) asks, they take a step forward the grass floor dents at each step they take. Aro stood his hands up no words spoken just a stare, “Don’t past the yellow line.”. Aro adds not losing the hyperactive tone he welcomes them. He claps his hands giving the (y/n) his whole attention.

 “The Alpha Tester and your gameplay are connecting to give you a better grasp”, Aro compels attention wherever his words escape his lips.

 “Aren’t you from my game?”. (y/n) protest their smile end as quickly as it pop on their lips, thinner than a slice of bread, (y/n) eyebrows furrow a tasteful disappointment.

 “Sadly, child. I’m from World Crosser’s Alpha Test World. She was the one to give you an introduction set your game to perfection... or so she said. She is busy”, Aro trails off not finishing the sentence, he walks within the circle provided to him even if its not enough the happy smile plaster on his lips doesn’t leave. His eyes glued to you, “What?”.

 “In the game, you are given an anker item to choose”. Aro said as his arms open widely, his lips curl into a wicked grin as his eye’s glee in a deception.

 “I thought she would choose Demetri”. (y/n) shrugs as matter of factly.

 “It would take her from the immerse experience. The anker item needs to know everything, so Demetri would not appreciate getting deceived. You are an alien to our world. WE as Volturi finding one of ours is not really ours.” Aro explains makes a one with his hands slowly adding, “I have never been an Anker item. It is easier for me as King call her at any time, write her code letters, among other things”. Aro informs every detail.

 “It is a trade. She learns from me, and I learn from her”, Aro adds not taking his eyes from them. A blush creeps on your cheeks; (y/n) tries to conceal it failing horribly. Aro grins intensifies as your blush deepens.

 “If you flip your right wrist a menu opens only you can see it. You will have different useful tools”, They flipped their right wrist towards them. In a second a menu opens in front of them showing little chibi version of them and specific words map, menu, character, inventory, settings, log into main menu, etc.

 “This is main menu”, Aro adds gaining (y/n) attention back towards him. They stare around their main menu. A short chuckle escape their lips trying to clear the atmosphere, “It is changeable. There aren’t any words anywhere not to take you from the submersion”. Aro adds bringing another smile to his lips, and (y/n) stops looking around another blush creeps into her cheeks darker than the one from a minute ago. They breath in as if air is a hard necessity, they forgot to do that for as long as (y/n) couldn’t remember last time she breath.

 “Don’t worry, child. Outside varies from inside the VR. The machine keeping you above ground is fully equipped to keep you alive for a week of gameplay. You are safe, if need be, as an Anker item. I can enter your beta test and guide you to disconnect safely”.  Aro continues to explain you the basic of the game as (y/n) blush covers their face embarrassment washes over their whole body wanting the earth to eat them completely.

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Twilight VR │ Reader Insert

First of all, I ask @alecvolturi​ permission to use her tiktok reference. Secondly, I want to thank the people that encourage me. Thank you. 

Warning: Violence

Word count: 3553

Do note title has a possibility to change as the poll is still under way

Hope you enjoy it! If you have any suggestion, let me know. If you have any names wanted to be added (in the Alpha Tester sense) Let me know. This shots will be under the tag TwilightVR. The gif doesnt belong to me. Do note let me know I might not be using warnings properly.

Reader Inset words references:

(y/n) = your name.

(f/c) = favor color.

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"You will experience an all-out war in glitches if any of the main or sub characters move a weird way, write it down. JasperHaleisMyBabyDaddy has brought up an upcoming glitch that Charlie Swan teleports through the door without turning the handle nor opening it, we have fix that”, Barbara pump in extreme annoyance pointing at a brown hair female co-worker on the left side of the table. Everyone applauded, “Remarkable”, I blurt annoyed beyond believe to be here in this specific meeting. I could have been back at home playing the hit game coming out the following November 21 of next year. A multi-language luscious red head calls for everyone’s attention back to her to clear some confusion.

We were all required to use our Alpha Testing names in this meeting. I had to cover my mouth with my hands to stop myself from laughing. It is a magnificent name; however, I am perplexed at Jessica’s boldness, and Barbara ability to say that with a straight face.

Ivelisse Corporation motto is “We do it for your comfort and convenience”. Games from books turn into a bookworm’s dream. A VR paradise though there are some levels of opposition for a game from such a well-known franchise a mistake could cause a fire from the franchise itself burning the VR adaptation to the ground. This is merely very ambitious. Despite a small fandom by either those that admit publicly loving it or those that don’t.

“Barbara”, I stood up from my seat – all eyes shift from Barbara at the front to my I choose the Volturi pajamas. Barbara turns around her hair on a bun locks pocking from the side. She stumbles but stops midway. Everyone closest to her stood up to help her, “I am good”, Barbara mutters a wide smile on her lips. Everyone that stood resumed their previous seating arrangement. The coldness from the AC made me feel at least something other than my annoyance.

“Yes, World Crosser? Do you have any lags, problems, glitches to have pop up on your game through?”, Barbara eyes lock with mine internally. I inhale then exhale gathering the Volturi notebook on the table holding all my notes. I opened the notebook flipping through the pages as I heard Jessica’s voice in the background, “I beg you no more volturi references”.

“Then beg”. Everyone burst out laughing in understanding such an incredible and notorious tiktok.

“Settle down, lights”, Barbara sternly glances at each one of us not in any angry way. She wears a smile herself enjoying the laughter seating the atmosphere from close off workplace to something more comfortable, “In my immerse dive into the Volturi world, a modern item in a different time period could cause an uproar, or the beta tester could be branded as a witch. I have given it a thought because it is something I would probably do starting a witch hunt because it seems like a natural thing to do”, I utter loud enough for everyone in the room to listen to my words, I shrug as people protest at my boldness. How is it bold preventing the Beta tester from dying earlier in game.

“You could leave it. Have it as a possibility for the user; The Beta Tester to be careful on where they use or show their anker item”. I added once more, giving the room a once over. Barbara ponders on every word I said waiting for me to continue.

“In each part of the time period, the reader is experiencing. Shall we work on each section depending which path is available? As It is Alpha Testing, we are living one life through team member to have an idea of what can happen. In the terms, World related. What if? We get a Beta Tester that travels the world on foot then complains to the internet about what we got wrong? I am trying to avoid an apology letter”, I continued through my notes as I flipped the page to my more crucial issue. A short brown hair and brown eyes fellow, Seth’s imprint, pulls his hands up.

I inhaled a deep breath giving my heart and lungs some getaway – forgotten I wasn’t a Vampire in this life. Elliot shakes his hands in hopes to gather my attention.

“Yes, Sethiot?”. I gave Elliot the stage hoping my response had no annoyance nor sounded degrading in anyway. I am working on how sometimes I have a bitch poker face expression indulging people on how irritated they make me.

“I have to agree with World Crosser on world building areas such as Area 51 is a no trespassing zone. Some mountains around 6am to 9am completely disappeared from the game sight. I had frozen the game to get closer to it, and I had unfrozen the environment putting down the time I had frozen things not to disturb the reaction of everyone around. I have the coordinates in my notes; I had also emailed everyone a vivid image of it. I wanted to bring that out. Also, zombie apocalypse works amazing. You guys should try it”. Elliot waves at everyone handing out his hands towards me.

Everyone bursts with their own concerns about things they haven’t even previously brought up. Elliot shakes his head, taking a seat glancing at me an apologetic smile crossed his lips. I wave a hand over by face back and forth motion not even upset. Everyone was waiting for one another to stand up with concern. I am aware to which side 85% of these people are on. It rhymes with another coven. I am not going to mention any names; however, it is a known fact.

I don’t particularly care. Some on my side, the volturi side are here just because their preferred twilight love was taken. All hail Aro Volturi; I signed up early as hell. I slept in the office on sign up day. Well, it was my birthday too. I was lucky to choose first – well, second Barbara was first. It was all work for this particular day. It is my friend (y/n)’s birthday today. I have worked my ass off to get here, and I will do whatever is in my power to get that Beta pass for (y/n).

The least I can do for (y/n)’s birthday is given them a Beta tester pass.

Everyone in the room quiet down, even a needle drop could be heard. I stood frozen on my spot; I listened to my heartbeat ringing in my ears. Elliot stands up on the aid to defend a damsel in distress, “That’s not true and you know it. We are all part of a team World Crosser isn’t any more nor any less. She is part of the team as us doing our best; sometimes staying overnight to work on this project just like all of us”. He tries to compromise the situation by aiding me.

I glance at Barbara for some type of lenience because I missed half or whatever was just said. Barbara points behind her at the screen projector in which my name stood in wide letters reading, “World Crosser first place for an all-inclusive Beta Tester pass”. I whisper to myself not registering any of what I just said. I open my mouth widely as I notice Barbara walk the short steps to the water bottle drinking half of it.

Barbara scratches the back of her head swiftly pointing to the other side of the room. I followed whomever she pointed to there stood Cindy, Jessica second shadow, going on about something. I had absolutely no problem with any of my co-workers whatsoever. I am proud to be socially awkward.

“I have found just as many or even more widely lags and technical issues than her! She has a stuck up her ass thinking she is better than everyone up in Italy – searching and killing people for fun! Her chosen isn’t even good.” Jessica shadows blurts, a widen smile decorate her rosy lips with gleeful eyes. She stood up, a hand on her hips a matter of fact that I could have careless in no way in hell will I care.

Some people agreed just because they are from an opposite coven. This game has made these upright bitches more self-importance.

“As Sethiot returns the stage to me. There is a crucial issue I wanted to specify before we return to the monthly gift for those that stuck support. Charlie mustache h-”. I stop dead in my track at Cindy words. The notebook dropped from my hands before I even realized it. I heard the ring of my heart as blood pump to help me up on that table so quickly I thought I weighed nothing. Elliot had stood up trying to stop me; however, I was over the table in record time as soon as I heard her say, “I am glad Demetri dies in Breaking Dawn part 2”. Cindy words ring on my ears with that amused putrid smile on her lips that I wouldn’t mind ripping it from her lips, stuck up bitch.

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After the meeting, everyone left the room except Cindy, I and Barbara. We seat in silence Barbara drinks from her water bottle staring into nothing.

I sat on a seat leaning back on the chair not looking at my boss. Cindy seats way far away from me with an icepack on her face. I caress my fingers over me bloody knuckles – I regret absolutely nothing. I would have jumped on her sooner or later.

“I have a date with Vladimir today!”, Cindy sobs devastated, her shoulders shake with the increase of her cries. Barbara sighs heavily, she clears her face of a non-existent dirt gives Cindy a once over.

“Cindy, do you have anything to say?”. Barbara paints a smile on her mouth like an actor about to start a scene. A life changing opportunity – she leans forwards, extending her hand in a mere way to add to her acting. I look up trying to stop myself from imagining the delighted feeling when my knuckles contacted her face.

“She broke one of our rules. She compromised the workplace! Allowing her to have so many privileges and learning! It’s blasphemy! She is a menace!!”. Cindy raises her voice twice her usual stuck-up tone. Her hands go everywhere, and the icepack falls to the floor, leaving a thud to be the only thing to be heard, “Also, you said to call us by our Alpha Tester names!”. She sure chooses more than she could bargain on, I thought.

Cindy whimpers, she shrinks twice her size back in her chair. Barbara glares at her employee.

“Do you think of me as a complete incompetent?”. Barbara asks, she clears her head. Cindy shakes her head in multiple quiet cries lowering her sight.

“Then why are you screaming? We are in a workplace, Cin- VladimirSugarBae. I am so sorry I didn’t call you by your Alpha Tester name. We shall follow the rules we express on that. The #1 rule we agree on as a group Cindy. Can you tell me?”. Barbara speaks softly though powerful enough to project strength through her walk. She could act as a ruler of a nation if she so wishes, particularly she is the mastermind behind this Virtual Reality dream.

Cindy lowers picking up the icepack placing it back on their cheeks. She moves back up to answer Barbara’s question as quietly as humanly possible. She mumbles the words not wanting to finish the words, “Speak up. Clearer”, Barbara adds slapping her hands on the table. Cindy jumps clearing her throat before speaking.

“We NEVER use ‘I wish’ or ‘I am glad’ referring to another Alpha Tester designated mate choice. Neither we are granted permission to question their choices because the same portrait can be done to us. We have to attain the consequences of our actions”. Cindy stands up without saying a word and she rushes out of the meeting room’s double doors in tears.

Barbara waits for the doors to close before turning to me.  

“She didn’t let me finish, but the classes will be free for (y/n) too. Self-defense, karate, swimming, etc. Any classes that they would want to learn about the time period they are learning depending on what age they start”, Barbara blurts sliding a briefcase on the table towards me. She sends a genuine smile towards me. Barbara stands up fixing her Volturi coat hoodie over her head, “I should not indulge in office slander nor conflict. I should send you to HR; however, remind me never to piss you off”. Barbara stuck two thumbs up coming over. She moves her hands over her pockets sticking out a silver key with the Volturi emblem engraved on the handle. She sticks it out to me.

“Give it to me after you use it”. Barbara blurts after I take it from her hands. I place the silver key around my neck; I lower my sight out of respect bowing to Barbara a hand to my heart, “Stop it! We aren’t in the virtual reality world”.

My hands hold onto the briefcase registering how valuable this is. I stood back up walking towards the door. I stop looking back at Barbara, “Will I go lose Alpha Tester?”. I had to be sure.

“No, I did send you a new VR set for (y/n). It’s my gift for them”.

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(y/n) holds all their grocery bags in their two hands, the ultimate laze level of not wanting to do a second trip down and up six floors – not ideal. Days go in and days go out in a slow matter waiting for this precious day not one to celebrate their birthday; however, they found a VR set in their mail today. They assumed it was a gift, so they left all the mail in closing it.

(y/n) decided to go buy groceries before they ran up six floors of stairs to unbox every single thing before their roommate could explain what this means.

They have both consoles; it is the ups to living with a professional gamer. (y/n) knocks on the front door with their foot unable to use their keys in the back pocket of their pants.

“HEY! Birthday privileges!”, (y/n) screams at the top of their lungs – that’s the only reason they use it.

“Coming”, the door swings open a smiling roommate on the other side. A triumphant air surrounded her, “x help me”. (y/n) whines in their own right. Who on their right mind would pick 10 bags to feel like a weightlifter up 6 set of stairs?

“Sorry”. X helps them take grocery bags from their hands moving to the side to allow (y/n) to come in, “Leave the bags in the kitchen and go to the gaming room”, x closes the front door with her foot.

(y/n) mumbles a soft ‘okay’. They hopped their happiness behind like a bunny in easter to the kitchen. They felt euphoria running up and down every corner part of their body in anticipation. They walk through the boxes on top of each other’s and some of the room is not yet unpacked as they are both recently moved to this apartment.

Only the kitchen, gaming room and tv room are fully set and loaded. (y/n) bathroom and bedroom have essentials necessities that they’ll need day to day. (y/n) comes to a stop at the threshold of the door; A wide circular platform holds different robotic like tools. All in (y/n)’s (f/c). (y/n) stares to her left another set up all in blue stands back – x set-up is right next to this one.

Their hearts started singing symphonies as (y/n) made their way into their roommates gaming room. What does this mean if this extra set up is here?

“Do you like it? I know what you are thinking. Barbara’s welcome home and birthday gift; this means this is your home too, you know”. X speaks out leaning on the door frame. A smile on her lips pondering if she had to say something else.

(y/n)’s eyes prickle with fresh tears that they bite the inner corner of their lips to pull back not wanting to cry for such a nice gesture. This is a whole sophisticated set up – something they would never spend to own.

“Wait... what type of game requires such an immersive set up? It has those censoring things you put on your face…”, (y/n) turns around staring at back at their roommate. They hold their breath watching x walk across the room, “I didn’t know what to get you as your birthday. I had no idea if this is to your liking”, x takes a silver key from somewhere opening a briefcase on (y/n)’s brand new gaming desk table on their (f/c).

(y/n) walks to x hovering over her shoulders their eyes fall onto the briefcase. X holds onto a clear like glass CD holding absolutely no words; however, the faint sighs of pine trees. The CD in itself is beautiful like a mirror glass. X takes the cd closing the briefcase. She wiggles her brows stopping in front of (y/n) new ways more advanced console placing the cd inside. (y/n) raises an eyebrow curiosity swings inside their face at such prospect.

“(y/n) get on the platform and let it adjust itself to you”, x explains pointing the circular platform standing on a circular stand. They stare at it feeling a yearning calling for them; x quietly guides them on the platform not a word spoken by either of them.

“What about the sensory?”, (y/n) asks staring back at the other complicated technological options.

“Don’t worry that was another set up. This one is much more advance – the VR sets covers your whole face is has inter sensing. It will register every time your face moves; you can control it anyways. It will give you options. It will ask you some questions in which era you want to be”. X explains the instructions softly of my comprehension as she checks the security in the platform all hold in place not having their friends having an accident.

“What is the game? What VR game takes so much to mobility and visual effect? What’s with so much suspense?”. (y/n) asks so many questions before their VR headset lowers to their face adjusting to every corner of their face. They breathe in remembering to breath as x points to a mural on the wall side of their game set-up.

“Welcome to TwilightVR – First All-inclusive Beta Tester!”, (y/n) screams at the top of her lungs jumping up and down though her excitement is miniscule as the platform moves with them in place. 

“You are shitting me!!”, they scream at the top of their lungs. X smiles widely opening her the corner of her mouth ear to ear, “Every Beta Tester reports to an Alpha Tester”.

“Tell me I report to you”, (y/n) states, their excitement disappears from their face in utter sense.

“Yes. You’ll have to choose an anker item prior to entering anything for the tutorial. It will explain everything in a more depth depending on what you are into”, x explains, but I am half listening jumping up and down. I breathe in putting my hands up to get a quick question in. X extends her hand leaving the stage for them to speak.

“What about food? Drinks? What happens if I get stuck in the game for hours? I love twilight, but I need to eat”. (y/n) ponders their eyes search their roommate that burst out laughing in mere seconds of their words leaving their lips.

“On the tutorial, yes. In Virtual Reality time works differently there. TwilightVR time and real-life work differently. It takes a couple of weeks to get used to it. After a while you can differentiate the difference between VR and reality. On tutorial time flows the same. Nonetheless, the platform will notify you when you might need to take a break for nutrition”. X sugar coats the extent of Virtual reality and reality time difference. (y/n) knows there is more than time difference that something is there; however, x is probably not wanting to spoil anything major.

“If you want to start, there are multiple ways but to be much more precise close your eyes. I will connect you through”. X mutters loud enough for me to grasp as she instruction they close their eyes leaving x voice to be in the background.

(y/n) opens her eyes breath gets caught in her throat, a forest welcomes them from pine trees as tall as giants cluster so beautifully. The sun meets on one side with blooming flowers while the other side holds the moon with fireflies flying about. It takes them a bit to take in every little detail like a fairy tail both combinations of magnificent excellence.

“Magical”, they mumble.

A voice clear as water speaks through out not to loud to disturb the habitat. It was loud enough that (y/n) could comprehend what was said.

“Ivelisse Corporation wants to appreciate your support as our first all-inclusive Beta Tester. Welcome All-inclusive Beta Tester to the Immersive experience of the Twilight Saga Brand New VR Experience. Twilight VR is brought to you by our beloved Ivelisse Corp. Would you like to start your experience?”.

“Yes”, (y/n) clearly blurts leaving no hesitation in her bone.

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The Dove to the Vampire: Chapter 1

Pairing: Rosalie Hale x Stacy McCain (oc).

Warning: panic attack, Swearing, Mates, Dysfunctionality.

Words count: 3255.

Summary: Rosalie believes through the centuries her forever was Emmett only to finds out Forks has other plans. Throughout her Vampire life she had no doubt about it. Stacy has lived her Reservation High School experience to the fullest knowing that despite having beta blood running through her very veins – there is no wolf in her very future. Starting new year in forks high of all places thanks to her sister.

A/N: Do note, I am sorry for taking so long but my first language isn’t English, so I had to make sure everything made perfect sense or something similar to it.

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One day, Stacy wakes up to the reality no sister in the room parallel to her anymore not her obnoxious singing to whatever plays in her Spotify playlist. Houston loved to recommend songs as soon as Stacy stepped out of her room saying how good they were and such it was our little play every single Monday. She would usually plead that would be the day you would see reason and see her songs taste was as she loved to say, “Impeccable”. Stacy softly whispers to herself.

Stacy clenches her hands on her sheets a breath she takes deeply wishing to cry her pain away from every corner in her body. Her body laid rigid letting the minutes go by the clock hoping in some deep corner in her brain that her mother is no longer at home.

She wouldn’t be that unlucky right? Not twice in a row? Stacy legs move over the bed as slow as she could possibly do; what she didn’t have in luck she had in professional sneaks if that’s even a word.

Stacy puts her palm down on the bed to move herself forward ever so slightly to the edge of the bed and steadily taking a breath only when extremely necessary.

Every time of every day in the past 4 years has Stacy train herself little by little. Maybe it’s wishful thinking that she could train herself to trick the wolves outside her home.

“I still believe this is a mistake.”

Stacy abruptly stops her feet from touching the cold floor this Saturday morning setting her presence known to her mother. The voice is recognizable as that Stacy blue eyes shift to the door. Her handle turns softly not to disturb her sleep a soft sigh escapes Lucy, “Don’t mom me, Houston. You want Stacy to go to Forks High? I have no jurisdiction there.” Lucy raises her voice takes a deep breath her heels tick on the hard wood floors. Stacy takes a deep breath a thought in her brain repeats so vividly she believes she spoke it.

‘Time it right’.

‘Time it right’.

‘Time it right’.

Stacy holds her breath once more her eyes shift from her reflection in her full body mirror by the door and the door itself. The only thing stopping her mom is the thought she is sleeping. Lucy lowers her tone after Houston seem to stop talking in the other end.

 “You don’t see the problem here, do you? Stacy hates the Cullens. Forks High School has more Vampires than Humans at this point; you want to send Stacy over there? Human Stacy?”. Stacy rolls her eyes at her own mother for ignoring the fact she is a witch. Lucy laughs at something that Stacy could care less.

“A witch? Houston don’t feed Stacy dreams. She has no wolf let alone inheritance of your father”. Lucy spits vile toxic like the mention of my father offends her and I having any connection to him near her is toxic.

Stacy holds down the lump forming in her throat to revolt let her sharp words wound Lucy so deeply no amount of healing could fix her up.

“I am her mother, I am sure I would have notice if my daughter showed signs of being a witch, Houston”. Lucy stops midway more steps she takes. A sigh escapes her lips, “I have you know! I have Stacy watch 24/7 to keep her safe”.

Stacy has been dealing those fateful 4 years ago, she thought that would be the worst she had encounter, her mom unjustifiably punishing her own daughter for no reason.

The strings of her heart shatter every time no matter what no matter when no matter who says it, she just have to paint a perfect smile on her lips and play that everything is perfect. Hell. No, hell doesn’t compare to the realization that her family is no more. Her family is broken beyond believe and there is nothing she can do to stop that.

Over time, the necessity to breath disappears, tears don’t feel like tears anymore, there is nothing that could even come close to hearing her mom proudly deny Stacy origins.

Nothing compares to a 14th year old girl finding out that one of the strongest werewolf blood runs through her veins despite your wishes; you aren’t granted that gift given to all your previous predecessors that came before you. Something that everyone around you said you’ll surely get so much you believed them even though you showed no signs of such gift.

Once I reach the reservation, their smiles aren’t a comfortable blanket. They are welcoming, but I have no idea if it’s because of my past or fear of my mother’s wrath.

Their lips smile weakly like shattering glass at every point; however, their eyes falter around like searching for an escape goat. It’s always the same. Forks makes it a little better over there I don’t exist to anyone whatsoever. I am a ghost blending in the shadows of every corner, a renegade with a mission to cease to exist.

Another raspy breath this time not being as quiet as before her heart rings in her ears beating even more faster than before like air felt as a distance cousin not able to reach her lungs. Thoughts nonexistent.

Stacy tries to call for help, but no words escape her lips. Stacy eyes wander around to her full-length mirror then her cabinets, her hands shake not sure when they started to shake, Stacy glance down placing her other hand to hold onto it to make it stop. It couldn’t happen right now when you were trying to be as quiet as possible.

“This is not what’s best for her!”, Lucy keeps screaming to the phone as her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Stacy takes a weak breath trying her hardest to align herself pick up the pieces before her mom finds out she is awake.

It was futile.

Stacy takes deep breath after another breath louder than her previous attempt her lungs call her to give them at least any type of oxygen. She tries once more a set of coughs welcome her attempt. A knock on her door Stacy glances towards it. Stacy feels sweat drips from her forehead.

“Stacy? Are you okay?”. Lucy knocks again turning the handle to see if it’s open. Stacy tries to stand up only to crashed face first to the floor. Stacy hears in the background as Lucy’s feet contact the door, bringing the door down with enough force.

Stacy tries to breath for a new set of coughs to come forth that’s when Stacy finds herself getting picked up in warmth hands that feel like something she hasn’t had in a long time. Home. Blue eyes crash with her mother’s staring down at Stacy as she is picked up bridal style wasting no time to rush out of the room.

                                                               -x-

Stacy opens her mouth to say at least anything as Lucy feet reach the outside every werewolf around the house rushes to get in the cars; however, Lucy runs in the opposite direction of the town reaching her hand to move Stacy closer to her body to give her enough warmth trying to help.

“It’s okay Stacy. I know somebody”. Lucy whispers into Stacy ears as she rushes at a speed Stacy sees colors instead of houses or cars. Lucy stops frantically searching a breath she takes her ears pick onto her target, “Edward. Don’t think I didn’t saw you”. Carlisle softly speaks a chuckle between words.

Lucy moves forwards finding herself on the second floor of the Cullens household. Every Vampire and Werewolf around turned to their intruder in completely shock. Her brown eyes lock with golden eyes as she opens her hands holding a shaking and sweating Stacy, “My daughter is having a panic attack… please. I didn’t know who else to turn too”.  

“How the fuck did you made it up here?”, A black hair and brown eyes boy stood up as if offended he didn’t realized Lucy enter the room. A smirk paints in her lips dying soon after at Stacy state. Carlisle speeds to Lucy picking Stacy from her arms, “Alice helped me. Esme get everyone else out”.

A pixie like woman speeds out and back into the room while a blonde one stood up her golden eyes stare at Stacy intently like the air escape her lungs the minute we got in here. Lucy raised an eyebrow at her then glances back at Stacy.

“I am not leaving her alone,” Lucy follows Carlisle pushing hair from her face. Stacy continues to shake uncontrollably. Her eyes drift around the room Lucy hopes is to not register where she is, Stacy would kill Lucy, Lucy knows Stacy dislike of the Cullens.

Stacy eyes land on Carlisle her heart rings on his ears he gives her a soft smile.

“My name is Carlisle. Everything is okay; Stacy nod your head if you can understand me”. Stacy nods her head twice.

Alice speed to Rosalie extending her hand up, “Emmett. Don’t”.

“That’s good. You are doing a wonderful job”, Carlisle smiles placing Stacy on the kitchen counter only letting her go when he was sure she was seating, “We are going to play a game”.

Lucy glances back at the blonde woman with a name. Rosalie gets her hands out of another vampire whose hands were guiding her out the room. Rosalie walks back into the room slowly her golden eyes staring at Stacy. She walks inching closer but stops a breath she takes in. Lucy glances back to Stacy eyes locking with this vampire.

“Lucy,” Carlisle checks places a hand on Stacy chest her heart has normalize.

“An Angel”. Stacy calls out.

“A Dove”. Rosalie calls back a smile forms on her lips.

Carlisle turns his head around extending one hand up to stop Rosalie. He calls out to her, but all Rosalie could see is Stacy. Lucy looks between her daughter and Rosalie eyes lock like the world around them disappear. A growl escapes her lips as realization hit her mind like a truck hitting her hard. Carlisle stares at Lucy ready to kill Rosalie then back at Stacy eyes entangle with Rosalie’s.

“Rosalie. Don’t attack,” Carlisle tries to stop an incident for forming. Lucy takes a step forward.

“I will never hurt her,” Rosalie blurts clear as water from her porcelain lips a smile plaster on her lips keeping her eyes interlock with Stacy. Rosalie speed past Carlisle; Lucy launches forward to rip the Vampire away from her daughter.

Carlisle brought Lucy into an embrace stopping her from moving forward. Both move around to Rosalie moving two fingers forward using them close enough to seem walk on Stacy palms, “It’s supposed to distract you, is it working?”. Rosalie inches closer to Stacy.

“Well…”. Stacy whispers gulping saliva keeping her eyes on Rosalie golden eyes a blush covering her cheeks.

“What was I supposed to forget?”. Stacy asks gulping once more a breath she takes pushing some hair off her face.

“It looks like nothing.” Rosalie whispers inching forward to Stacy. A growl in the background from Lucy not liking this outcome one bit.

“Take your hands away from my daughter!!”, Lucy growls screaming at the top of her lungs, Carlisle holds his arms around her form. His eyes move back to Rosalie playing with Stacy who shrinks at Lucy’s words.

Rosalie stops the smile on her lips died instantly catching how Stacy shrank in size. Stacy’s blue eyes drift from Rosalie’s golden ones to her mother; Stacy looks back at Rosalie in a bit of concern whispers, “It’s okay. I have dealt with worst”.

“No”. Stacy looks back up at Lucy like something inside her just click for the first time in 4 years. She feels slightly brighter like the sun finally broke through the dark clouds in her life allowing her to breath what life had to offer and finding Rosalie sure as hell was not it. Not one bit, but despite how bad it looks for a family gathering how karma and destiny are laughing at Stacy’s parents right now, aren’t they?

Stacy couldn’t help to break out in a fit of laughter at the whole thing. Her dad hates Vampires with a passion, and Lucy is a werewolf that has the set rule that vampires are literally the devil.

Everyone stares at Stacy as if she had grown two oversize heads or had a concussion. Carlisle clears his throat about to say something to clear the confusion; however, Stacy beats him to it clearing her throat.

“Mom. Let’s not start this conversation now.” Stacy pushes hair out of her eyes back behind her ears. Her eyes never leaving Rosalie that seem to have calm once more not the daggers she sends Lucy two seconds ago, “When we get back home you cry to me how bad this looks or whatever not like you have taken everything else already”.

“Don’t take that tone with me, young lady”. Lucy eyes glow yellow like the verge of her humanity was question at this very moment in time. Carlisle turns in a flash stood in front of Lucy discussing with her without a word said his golden eyes keeping contact with her wolfish ones.

Rosalie closes her eyes taking a deep breath inching ever so closely to Stacy, her lips wide charming smile. Stacy looks at her like the world could have turn upside down and she wouldn’t have cared in the standing ovation that in reality without Stacy alternative motive Rosalie had made a vacation spot in her heart.

“Let’s leave them be for now”. Carlisle tries to stop Lucy growing discomfort racing thoughts in her little brain as her eyes dance from her daughter and Rosalie still though kind of alive light around Stacy. Carlisle brings Lucy’s eyes back to him like clockwork Lucy pushes past Carlisle trying to reach for Stacy.

It little, but it was enough. The intent alone Rosalie turn putting one arm over Stacy front the other to slap Lucy’s hand away just slightly as a way to say no, “I don’t think so”. Rosalie starts her golden eyes shine with the light in the room. A short but seemingly annoying smile paint on her lips less charming that her genuine one, Stacy thought. She ponders on how Rosalie genuine smile could light the room if she ever got to see it.

“Stacy expressed her mind just a second ago. Did you not heard her, or did you prefer not too?”. Rosalie asks not leaving much to Lucy to respond as she continues, “Are you the type of parent that does her way or the highway? If that’s the case let me make it heavenly clear to you. You can walk off and leave if so you wish, but Stacy isn’t leaving this house or my side or anywhere with you for that matter”.

Lucy growls shake the whole house and Stacy in it. Stacy glances up at Rosalie finding her nails ever slightly more interesting than Lucy who starts shaking at the apparent thought just clicking in her brain. Stacy stood frozen it has been a while 4 years to be exact since somebody had gone to step up for her like that to her own mother. The woman that in her mind couldn’t careless about well if she is a witch or not.

Rosalie looks up acknowledging Lucy glares.

“I am not a threat. I would never harm her”. Rosalie repeats the words she said not long ago. Stacy looks at her then her mother not sure why Rosalie keeps repeating that.

Stacy reaches out her hands to hold onto Rosalie’s cream sleeve blouse. The color did look good on her skin not much of a contrast for her pale skin; however, it looks good on her.

“It’s okay, angel”. Stacy blurts the nickname she believes fits perfect for Rosalie that really seems like the word if she stands still only needs to sprout out wings to fly off into the sunset, “Lucy will not harm me. She just wants to make sure I am okay after all I did just have a panic attack”. Stacy whispers each word softly taking breath in between them. Lucy glances down at her own flesh and blood, a nod she gave out to put truth to her daughter words.

Rosalie glances between them. Her danger level sky high willing to launch at the mom; however, she gulps anything she had inside her mind. She turns back to Stacy enjoy the idea of being next to her for however long they had, “Tell me, dove?”. Rosalie starts locking her golden eyes with Stacy. Her hands lock on the side of Stacy stomach pulling her up and down the counter with ease like Stacy weight absolutely nothing.

“Hey! I am heavy!”, Stacy protest that went unheard by Rosalie placing Stacy on the floor only letting go when Rosalie was sure Stacy could stand despite that Rosalie stood so close to her Lucy glares didn’t cease one bit.

“What’s your favorite color?”. Rosalie plays with golden locks from Stacy head waiting for the definitive answer.

“huh... Pink. Why?”. Stacy ponders confused of that question alone. She had though the first question a vampire had ask was something else entirely not her color preference.

“To get to know you better”. It was her response as she takes Stacy hands within hers leaving a soft kiss on them. Rosalie looks back at Lucy a glare of her own covering her golden eyes, “You need to get used to seeing me a lot more than now”.

“Rosalie. It’s time”. Alice clears her throat to the relief of Lucy hearing those words. Alice and Rosalie were out the room. Lucy grabs Stacy by the arm dragging her out the room with Carlisle behind trying to talk to Lucy who didn’t listen one bit. Stacy heard a couple of slipped words from them both speaking at a speed she had no idea her mom could even mutter words.

“This is the last tim-”. Lucy pushes the car door open dropping Stacy in it then shutting it. Carlisle appears in front of her soon after, “You know as well as I that separating them will set”.

Lucy opens the driver door then closes it again.

“My daughter is 17, Carlisle. 17. No. I am a mother first”. Lucy blurts out in shouts waving her hands in the air. Stacy rolls her car inside the car not sure what is going on but feels it has something to do with Rosalie. The anger that makes her feel she can pull up a cream blouse and not look like a total dead animal in it.

“We can figure this out just frequent visits”, Carlisle suggested his eyes fall to Stacy then back to Lucy whose thinks hard on such a decision. She looks to the trees then back at Carlisle, “Fine. Supervised visits. I will be present”.

“Of course”, Carlisle whispers gulping the lump in his throat. Lucy smiles satisfied at his answers opening the driver door to enter. Stacy asks what’s going on, but Lucy doesn’t answer what so ever. The werewolf around enters different cars driving after Lucy’s cars. Carlisle watching them leave down the streets a sigh escape his lips knowing this is another way karma is setting the wheels of destiny in motion. 

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so my writing is worst than what it was 2 years ago which is even worst so the fck I know. The point is I have decided to do a Rosalie x oc story. I am setting the cover because I wanted to have one even though I am aware this is not wattpad. It does not need a cover but my brain is fixated in having one.

My point is I got inspire to give Rosalie some love bare with me because my writing cries in any holy presence. I believe Rosalie deserve something better.. probably fluff and some drama in her life. I have a layout I think so, but I'll post her. I will be posting the tittle, summary and prologue sometime today. I would love to have anyone give me some props if I miss anything related to twilight please help a girl out. Thank you!!