Rosalie hesitated before she began speaking. I could tell she wanted to just plough into an entire saa long speech but she considered her words carefully. She didn’t want to upset me which was weird but good.
“First of all,” she said. “I don’t hate you, Kayla. I never have and never will.”
I nodded. “That’s good. I wouldn’t know what to do if wewe did hate me.”
She smiled. “Probably run in terror, I think.”
“Probably,” I laughed. Rosalie even managed a tiny laugh.
“But,” Rosalie turned serious. “I do have to stress that I do not approve of wewe marrying Edward. I think it is wrong. He’s a vampire and you’re a human. It isn’t right.”
“Technically, I’m not human. I’m an Azdi.”
“Yes, I know what wewe are but human au Azdi wewe won’t live for eternity. wewe won’t remain eighteen for the rest of forever. But Edward can and he will. And when wewe die he...he won’t feel the need to live any longer and he...”
I could see the pain in her dhahabu eyes but her entire body held composure. I knew what she would have said. Edward told me about a group of Wanyonya damu called the Volturi. They’re like the royal family of Wanyonya damu but aren’t the ‘official’ royal family but act as though they are. They’re incredibly powerful and are the largest and most influential coven. They act as guardians and keep Wanyonya damu secret from the human world. However, if some Wanyonya damu are seen to be a threat and are close to exposing Wanyonya damu the Volturi send someone out to them and they are disposed of, along with any witnesses including possibly innocent humans. So, wewe shouldn’t really annoy them as it wouldn’t take much to kill you. Edward mentioned that some Wanyonya damu have gone to the Volturi as a means of suicide. Normal suicidal methods don’t work on vampires. They don’t need to breathe so hanging yourself and jumping into the ocean has no effect. And walking in front car would cause zaidi damage to the car and the driver than the vampire. If a vampire was extremely unhappy then he could just plod along to the Volturi and request to be killed.
“I know what you’re going to say,” I said, quietly. “You don’t have to explain that part.”
“You understand then,” Rosalie said, blinking quickly as if to stop tears. “You cannot marry him. wewe should leave now and never speak to him again. He’ll get over it now but if wewe wait say fifty years then that’s a lot harder.”
“Leave? Rosalie, I can’t leave him. I can’t. I’d fall apart. I’d die. I wouldn’t be able to exist. He’s everything to me. I upendo him. I couldn’t imagine my life without him.”
I started to hyperventilate just thinking of thinking of leaving Edward. I told myself to get a grip and that I wasn’t actually going to leave him. I’d be stupid to do.
“Edward feels exactly the same and that’s why he’d never leave you. He fears for wewe too much. Every time he leaves wewe even just to come here to change in the morning he worries you’ll somehow get yourself into trouble. And when wewe were kidnapped, he was a wreck. He refused to hunt, wouldn’t leave your house, blamed himself for it and he was just....I can’t describe how he was. It was like he was broken, like his soul have just left him and it was an empty shell left behind.”
I didn’t like this. I didn’t like hearing how my absence affected Edward. It hurt me too.
“And then wewe got yourself shot!” Rosalie threw her hands up in exasperation. “Do wewe know how he beat himself up over that? He was right there and he couldn’t stop it. And then wewe died! wewe died!”
She was saying this like it was my fault. It was my fault I was shot and then died after it. Sorry Rosalie that someone shot me and I died. I shouldn’t have let that happen. I should have stopped the bullets with my super rock hard chest...oh wait...I DON’T HAVE ONE!
I wouldn’t actually say this to Rosalie. I might not walk out of here in one piece.
“He went crazy. Well, after wewe were alive he did. Although he was going down Crazy mitaani, mtaa when wewe were dying. I got the entire story from Alice. I don’t think I need to tell wewe how he was then.”
“No, wewe don’t,” I said. “Is this going anywhere else Rosalie au are wewe going to continue to tell me how Edward falls apart when I’m not there?”
I waited for her reaction, fearing she would bite my head off, literally.
“Yes, this is going somewhere,” she replied. “I went a little off subject, didn’t I?”
I smiled politely, knowing I’d say something my decapitated head would regret.
“Enough about Edward though,” she said, smiling. She patted my hand. “What about you?”
“What about me?” I asked. Great, what would she say about me?
“You’re going to waste the rest of your human life with someone who can’t do the same for you. Isn’t that a bit annoying?”
“Rosalie, I’m not going to discuss that with you,” I said, standing up. “That is my business.”
“Is that a touchy subject?” she asked, pouting.
I glared at her and walked away. Of course it was. My fiancé was immortal. I might be but doubt grew zaidi and zaidi with every siku that passed when Carlisle didn’t come to me praising Jesus that I was immortal. I never let it bother me. I had other things to worry about but Rosalie just shoved it in my head like the peroxide blonde headed snake she was.
“And what about on you’re wedding night?” she said, standing up too. “Can wewe trust him not to kill wewe when wewe make love?”
“What?” I spun round to face her. I narrowed my eyes. “That is definitely none of wewe business.”
“Vampires are powerful creatures,” she continued, her voice soft. “We cannot always control our strength. I know Edward is very careful around wewe but sometimes we slip and when we slip there are always disastrous consequences.”
Rosalie was taller than me kwa about two inches but right now she did not intimidate me. My personal business was my business. She had no right asking maswali about my wedding night. I would not take this from her.
“Shut up, Rosalie,” I said, glaring at her. “Continue like this and you’ll be wishing Edward never met me.”
“I am definitely touching some nerves.” She ignored my warning and smiled. “So if Edward doesn’t kill wewe when you’re older, Kayla, you’ll want children, right? I mean, every woman wants children. It’s only natural. We have this maternal instinct.”
Children? I’d never thought of children. I’m a bit young to be thinking of starting a family.
“You can’t say wewe don’t want children,” Rosalie said, before I could speak. “Because you’ll be thirty and walking down the mitaani, mtaa and see all these women with babies and toddlers and wonder when you’ll become a mother. And then realise. I can’t have children because my husband is dead.”
She spat out the last word.
“But kwa then people will be wondering why a teenager is holding hands with some middle aged woman and then they’ll think you’re some kind of perverted sex-less woman who can’t get a man her own age and picks on defenceless teenage boys and-”
Rosalie didn’t say anything after that as she was flying into the nearest wall.
“SHUT UP!” I shouted at her. “SHUT UP!”
Rosalie stood up fast and daggers flew from her eyes.
“You say wewe don’t hate me, Rosalie, but from what wewe just alisema it doesn’t sound like it.”
I walked towards her and saw Alice flying down the stairs.
“This is what happens when I leave wewe alone with her,” she shouted up at Rosalie. “You upset her and make her angry. Why can’t wewe just be nice to her?”
“I was being nice,” Rosalie said. “She just couldn’t handle the truth.”
“That wasn’t the truth!” I said. “That was wewe being a spiteful cow because wewe can’t have kids!”
A flash of shock crossed Rosalie’s face.
“Yes, I know. Edward let it slip in his mind once. That’s why you’re being so hateful towards me. You’re angry because I won’t find some nice human boy and have a ton of kids with him.”
I stepped right up into her face and showed her I wasn’t scared of her.
“This conversation was not what I expected,” I said. “I thought we would sort out our differences but obviously wewe can’t handle that. I never want to speak to wewe again.”
Alice squeezed between us looking stricken.
“No, no, no, no!” she alisema to me. “You can’t do that! We’re supposed to be sisters.” She turned to look at Rosalie. “We’re supposed to plan this wedding together! You’re supposed to be a bridesmaid! The head bridesmaid!”
Rosalie looked down at her sister and then she was gone in a white blur. Alice looked from me to the direction Rosalie had gone and back again.
“Go after her,” I said, wearily. “I need to go nyumbani and sleep.”
She gave me a quick hug and then tore after Rosalie, who had run outside somewhere.