So she went for a run. Her plan was to run to the bottom of California and be back after Bella's feeding time. She hated being there where she could hear Bella slurping human blood and trying to make funny jokes that just reached 'awkward laughter.'
Rosalie had already done a quarter of her run when she heard a baby cry. She looked around, trying to hear where the small sound had come from. All that was around for at least miles was an abandoned warehouse-type place.
The cry sounded again and Rosalie knew it came from the warehouse. She jumped to high window on the North side of the building.
Inside were row after row of dog crates and , if Rosalie wasn't mistaken (which she never was), there were mutated freaks in each one.
The cry sounded again. Rosalie jumped to the ground of the building, waiting for the building to collapse on her. But that never happened, so she breathed in relief.
Then, she searched for crying child. There were some messed up THINGS in these cages. Some of them looked as though most of their internal organs were on the OUTSIDE...'Gross,' Rosalie thought.
She finally found a little girl with blonde hair and deep brown eyes. Her back was pressed to the way back of the cage with a diaper on. She couldn't be more than three or so. She looked like she was crying.
The second she saw Rosalie, her hard, brown eyes softened and the tears stopped coming. "Mama...?" The little girl asked. Rosalie was shocked. Did she...? Yes, she did...
But the way she said it...
"You're coming with me, punkin," Rosalie said, unlocking the cage. She reached for the child and it backed up farther into the cage. "S'okay, little one. I'm not going to hurt you," she cooed. The child let down her guard a bit and let Rosalie pick her up.
It was then that Rosalie felt the soft, downy feeling of wings. The child let out her wings. The were brown with gray specks and white bottom feathers. Rosalie gasped, sharply.
"They're beautiful," she said, "and perfect. Come with me..." Rosalie tried to think of a good name for the little girl. She looked around the room and one word caught her eye, "Maximum. Max for short. You can be mine." Rosalie talked to Max all the way back to the house. She went inside and took a sharp gasp. It smelled like...blood in the house. Human blood.
Rosalie went to look for everyone but found no one. and then she heard cries of pain coming from upstairs and one thing burst into her mind, 'Bella's giving birth.'
Rosalie rushed upstairs, Max hidden in her arms. She burst into the work room, where everyone was. "Bella..." was all she said before Bella let out a blood-curdling scream. Rosalie held Max tighter.
"What's going on, Jasper?" Rosalie asked, making sure Max could breath but also not be seen.
"Bella's getting changed. The baby practically killed her. Wanna see it?" He said it all so quickly so she could barely hear it. But she understood. He was trying to hold his breath.
On a table was a crying, screaming little girl. She was covered in blood and being cared to by a tired looking Esme and Alice. Emmett, Edward, Carlisle and Jacob - when did he get here - were by Bella. Jasper left the room, probably going hunting. Rosalie held Max, lightly now.
She couldn't take this anymore. She saw the pained look on Jake's face and rushed him outside. She pulled him down the stairs and out of the confusing house. Jake protested the whole way.
"What the Hell!" He screamed at her.
"I knew you didn't want to be in there. I helped you," she explained.
"And why would you want to help me?"
"Why not?"
"Just answer the question!"
"This is why," and she unfolded her arms, letting the sleeping form of Max show. Jake gasped.
"I can't believe you!"
"What'd I do now?" She asked, bored.
"You took that child from an innocent family to suck it's blood!"
"Is that really all you think we do?"
"Did you?"
"No, I found her in an abandoned warehouse. She was in a cage. There kids with organs on the OUTSIDE of them! It was a scientific nightmare in there," Rosalie said.
"Oh. What's her name?" Jake said, ashamed.
"Maximum. Max for short. Or Maxi. Maxi Hale," Rosalie smiled down at the child. She woke up at that second.
"Mama...?" She said. Jake looked surprised.
Then, she jumped down from Rosalie's arms. Rosalie screamed and Jake jumped down, but she never hit the ground. Her tawny wings held her up, somehow. Jake's eyes widened and Rosalie held in her surprise. Instead, she had an approving smile on her face. Max looked up at her and smiled back. And then she looked at.
"She has the same eyes as Bella," he said. 'Of course, that's the first thing he thinks of,' Rosalie thought.
"When I was human, I had brown eyes like that," she said, proudly yet smugly.
"So, who's going to take care of her?" He asked.
"Me, of course," Rosalie said, hurt.
"You?" Jake laughed and Rosalie scowled at him.
"Yes, me. Esme already has five - no six - kids, Alice doesn't want any kids, yet. That leaves me," she stated.
"What about me?" Jake asked, question in his eyes.
Rosalie had to laugh at this. Jake started laughing too.
"Yeah, you're right. Nevermind," he laughed.
They stopped laughing, listening for any more of Bella's horrible screaming. They didn't hear any, so they went back inside to find Alice, Edward, Emmett, and Esme cooing over the new baby. Edward had it in his arms and he looked at the 'Monster' fondly. Rosalie montioned to Jake to stay quiet and not to think of it. She thought of a map of the US. She didn't know what he was thinking of.
Edward looked at Rosalie, with a confused look on his face. Rosalie death-glared Jake who was humming a song on the love seat across from the couch, where everyone else was.
"Where were you?" He said, skeptically
"I went for a run and then I came back and took Jake with me on a run," Rosalie lied.
He looked skeptical.
"I'm leaving. Bye," Rosalie went up to her room and shut the door, making sure to lock it.
"Maxi Hale," she said to Max, who was sleeping, "or Maxi Cullen. Maximum Cullen. Maximum Hale. Hmm..."