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     𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 NATHANIEL SPENT HIS DAYS sat in his maroon leather arm chair, fiddling with the loose threads in the lining of one of the chair arms whilst his other hand held a glass of donor blood which he occasionally sipped on every ten minutes or so.

And every hour, he'd push himself up, leaving his glass on the coffee table before he'd traipse through the hallways towards that one room. The room containing the angel he'd ruined the life of. Of course, her life was already ruined, she was murdered in the cold and rainy weather of New York, but he couldn't help but hate himself for giving her a life not worth living.

Not even Nathaniel wanted to be a vampire, he wished for nothing more than to be a human again, to be able to feel the same pain as a human, the same emotions, to be able to sleep just once. All the things he'd allow himself to be tortured for, he took away from the blonde who was lying peacefully in his guest bedroom.

He didn't understand all of the talk about how difficult it was to turn someone, how hard it was to show restraint. Nathan wasn't that old, but he knew a hell of a lot of self-control. So, it wasn't so arduous for the vampire to pull his teeth away from the dead woman's neck, bringing her back to life.

Anyone would think it was impossible for her to become more gorgeous than she already was, but vampirism proved them wrong. Her pale skin glowed, even when she wasn't exposed to the sun and her hair was like soft butter, though he never touched her hair, he could just tell how soft it was.

He brought her to his house in Alexandria, Virginia, his home town. He went back to Alexandria every couple decades for a few years, just to clean up his house, see if anything changed in town — news flash, nothing ever changed in that city — and to make sure his distant cousins were safe and well.

The speed was insanely fast, the blazer of his suit flew up like a cape, the curtains framing his wide windows blew open and the glass filled with blood dropped from his hand, shattering onto his vintage one-hundred year old carpet.

Nathaniel heard one creak and he was up and out of that old armchair and in the guest bedroom, making sure she was okay. He stood to the side, giving her enough personal space so that she was comfortable, and his eyes were fixated on her face as her eyes fluttered open, revealing those dark yet bright red orbs  he'd been waiting to see for days.

She stared up at the white cracking ceiling, confused by her surroundings. Her eyes zoomed in like a camera lens, and she furrowed her brows, hearing a creak of wooden floorboards loudly in her ear, as if someone whispered it to her. Lifting herself like an angel being resurrected, her head snapped over to the unknown man in the room, who was staring at her intently.

A smile graced his lips, a soft and genuine smile that made her feel nothing but comfort. She didn't know why, she didn't know anything about anything. She had no idea where she was, why she was there, all she remembered was that night in front of the church, the night she didn't want to remember.

An eyebrow raised, her perfectly sculpted eyebrow and he stuffed his hands in his pockets, a chuckle erupting from him, unable to stay serious. She was confused by his sudden laughter, causing her face to scrunch up and she gracefully moved her legs to hang over the side of the single bed, her hands by her thighs, holding herself upright.

Their eyes were like running water, the connection was unable to be broken and the only way to stop the connection was to turn it off, and that was exactly what the blonde did. She forced her eyes down to look at what she was wearing.

A dress. A beautiful dress at that. It was dark red, matching her eyes. Short-sleeved, buttoned up at the bust and the skirt reached down to her knees modestly. The colour didn't clash with her pale skin, nor did it clash with her soft blonde locks, it was as if it was made for her.

She had no shoes on, leaving her barefoot and she pushed herself off of the bed with no effort, her feet landing on the wooden floorboards with a small thud. Nathaniel watched admiringly as she assessed herself. She reached her left hand up, touching her neck, expecting to feel pain from the bruises of her fiancé's hands around her neck, but there was nothing, just cold skin.

The birds tweeted outside, the breeze blew through the branches of tall trees and the squirrels bit down on their nuts in the front-yard, she could hear everything. Her eyes snapped over to the window, and she made her way over, ignoring the man in the room with her. She pulled open to curtains, only to rag the whole curtain rod off of the wall accidentally, and she covered her mouth in shock, unsure of how she did that.

"It's okay." Nathaniel chuckled again, unable to take anything seriously and he strolled over, picking up the curtain rod and the curtains, placing them on the bed. When he looked back over, his smirk dropped as he noticed her staring at herself in the window, she traced her soft fingers over her pallor skin, her eyebrows pinched in confusion.

Her eyes were mostly fixated on the reflection of the bright red replacing her usual dark brown eyes. It scared her, but for some reason, she didn't feel scared, the strong scent of sandalwood musk flowing through her senses. He smelt different compared to her father, her brothers and her ex-fiancé, he smelt more appealing, more attractive. He smelt better.

She whipped around, her eyes squinted towards the man in what appeared to be confusion, but her blood unknowingly boiled for an unknown reason, maybe it was the fact that she had no idea what was going on in her own mind, "What did you do to me?"

Her voice... it was seraphic. Ungodly. It was like music to his ears, the way she so elegantly spoke, the way her words rolled off of her tongue. Her hands flew up to her neck, her fingers wrapping tightly around the skin as she felt her throat burn like nothing she'd ever felt before. It was like a craving, but it hurt, it hurt so much.

"You're craving blood, that's why your throat feels like someone is pouring bleach down it." Nathaniel explained in the calmest voice he could muster, and she sucked a breath in, her eyebrows raised in curiosity. Nathan noticed her perk up and he took a slow step forwards, only for her to take a step back against the window behind her, causing him to stop in his tracks, "You're a vampire."

"I'm a what?" She almost screamed, her eyes widened in mostly fear but also shock, and she wanted nothing more than to fly out of the window into the dark sky and sink her teeth into the mud. It was as if her teeth were begging to dig into something, to bite down on something, "Are you attempting to joke with me? This is far from funny."

"I'm not laughing. It makes sense, does it not? Your skin as cold as ice, your eyes as red as apples, your hair golden and perfectly smooth. The way you're able to sense things you weren't able to as a human." Nathaniel explained, taking a small step every time he finished a sentence until he stopped a centimetre away from her, noticing her back pressed against the window frame out of fear.

"Okay, so what you are telling me is... I'm no longer human?" She questioned, her head tilted slightly to the left as she stared fearfully into the eyes of the vampire before her, her hands gripped tightly onto the window frame by her hips. Yes, she was absolutely mortified, wouldn't you be?

"Yes. Don't be afraid, I can help you." Nathaniel reassured her, a small, comforting smile on his face as he stared down at her. She wasn't that short, nor was she that tall, she stood at at-least three inches shorter than Nathan, meaning he only towered over her a little, "I'm Nathaniel, I will explain everything to you."

Nathaniel was his name. The name was chanted in the back of her mind, loud like church bells and she squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head quickly before her eyes snapped open again, "How do I know I should trust you? Didn't you do this to me?"

"I did, but I had no choice." Nathan excused and that was when all of the events from the night she died went over in her head, causing her eyes to water out of pure sadness. She squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to cry her heart out but the thing was, she didn't have a beating heart anymore nor did she have working tears.

Every little detail she learnt about vampirism was horrible, she hated it and as much as she despised him from turning her into this demon she never aspired to become, she just couldn't. Rosalie Hale was incapable of hating Nathaniel Giuliani for absolutely no explainable reason, "My name's Rosalie."

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