Rosalie Belvedere (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} beaute_endormie) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
Rosalie was getting ready to go to Stefan's as the moon rose. When her nightgown tumbled down into a long white dress, she was expecting it and barely glanced up to see the sharp thorny vines crawling up her walls. Her eyes were still rimmed red, from drinking or tears, and she could feel the air drag her throat with every breath, drying it out further.
There were some vague shouts that barely caught her attention before shots began to be fired. Immediately, Rosalie reached through the brambles for the door and tried to twist it. Although the plants let her reach the door, she couldn't get out of her bedroom as the gunfire continued. She tried for another minute before she turned and saw the laptop on her bed. Perhaps someone else knew something, either about the doors or the shooting.
Coughing, she climbed back on top of the huge white bed, smoothed her dress, and dragged a warm blanket around her shoulders. Curling up on a pillow, she pulled the laptop closer to check the forums. What was Bellum up to now?