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Transformers: Bloodlines
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+S to Z › Transformers : Unicron Trilogy
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,727
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0
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Currently Reading:
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Transformers: Bloodlines
A/N: I’ve decided to set the plot in the Unicron Trilogy (with some G1 and live-action movie elements). Rosalie belongs to me, and all other characters mentioned throughout this story belong to Hasbro. Constructive criticism is always welcome; no flames please—enjoy!
“Normal Speech”
Thoughts
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Solace, Washington
October 2010
There, among a sea of cream, she lies blissfully ignorant of the world around her; oblivious to the stresses of reality. Rosalie was only seventeen—bright and attractive in her own simple way, yet invisible to those incapable of seeing past her quiet nature; she was… an anomaly; the enigma of Solace High. She was, for the most part, on her own; her father, an accomplished pilot, had been stationed at the local Air Force Base, leaving Rosalie to her own devices. And today, the sunlight was far too weak to penetrate the looming clouds that shrouded the small town in a gloomy haze. It all appeared to be in her favor, to sleep in and surrender to such comforting darkness…
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Rosalie awoke with a start, her fists clenching the bed sheets for dear life as she parted her pale, thin lips and whispered his name over and over like a lover’s mantra. It was the same dream; a vast metallic landscape, where she stood surrounded by flames of warm hues and vivid blues; alien architecture, crumbling, and large metal soldiers littered the ground, void of life. And she would approach one—massive, they were—and stare with horror as their faces caved in, and then a voice—a deep, dark voice—filled the air; laughing.
She sat up slowly and quietly, trying to soothe her racing heart, but just as she did, an obnoxious blare sounded from the nightstand, succeeding in dealing a sharp pain through her cranium. Rosalie reached over to graze the alarm clock with her fingers, only to have it short out; “Ouch, dammit!” she hissed, her brow furrowing with annoyance and confusion as she glared at the angry red numbers.
Hm, at least it stopped…
With a faint sigh of relief, the young woman swung her long, slender legs over the edge and leaned forward; thick silken locks of dark chocolate caressing her pale cheeks. Rosalie sat there for what seemed like the longest time. She felt restless; something was going to happen. It may not be today, or tomorrow, or the next day… but soon.
She finally stood from her bed and ventured into the bathroom, grabbing a handful of fresh clothes along the way. A hot shower would do well to rid herself of the chilly sensation that now pulled at her nerves.
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As the warm streams of water massaged her tense muscles, she could feel the man from her dreams. But he wasn’t a man; he was a machine—perhaps no different than the malfunction sitting upon her nightstand. Still, there was something about him—this stranger—about how she moans his name; how oddly arousing…
Rosalie quickly extinguished the tap, coming to realize how much time she wasted—being lost in thought like that, and over someone she’s never met! And a robot of all things. She leaned in the stall’s doorway and growled to no one in particular; “Bastard can’t leave me alone for one second.” Her emerald gaze settled on a little iPod critter that sat innocently in the corner, snuggled within a nest of hand towels. It stared at her with unblinking eyes; head tilted ever so slightly as if watching her with intense interest.
Creepy…
She frowned, averting her gaze as she reached for a towel. I must be going out of my mind! Walking over to the counter, her hand hovering over the robotic puppy, she hesitated for a moment before lowering her fingertips to the pearly surface. “Ow!” She recoiled and sneered at the little thing; “I barely touched you!” The woman proceeded to scrutinize her hands, taking note of the red tinting her flesh a soft salmon color. Why does this keep happening…?
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“Hey, Rosalie!”
“Huh?”
Rosalie halted in her steps and turned to watch as another girl came running towards her. She seemed so… chipper and carefree. I wish I had that kind of energy…
“Phew… I never thought I’d catch up to you!”
She simply offered a small smile in return and the two continued their walk to school. Along the way, Rosalie decided to distract herself by observing her companion with a series of quick side-glances; she was pretty; deep brown hair, sparkling green eyes full of life. They could’ve passed as twins! Alexis had been her first and only friend; the one who promised to ‘show her the ropes’...
“Hey… Are you okay, Rosalie?” she asked with sincere worry. Rosalie felt the heat rush to her cheeks and she looked away, attempting to hide it. Alexis was confused, of course, but allowed it to slide as the other female reassured her with a smile and a dismissing wave of her hand; “I’m fine, really.”
But I’m really not…
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Class was boring as usual; even Alexis seemed a little distant. Throughout the day, the two teenagers conversed about things other than class work and got nothing done—they considered it a free day. Rosalie told her about the dreams and how almost everything she touched went haywire, well anything with a motherboard. “I don’t know what to do…” she said, coupled with a defeated sigh. Alexis looked upon her friend. She felt helpless; she had no idea how to help her, other than recommend seeing a doctor and that would only serve to upset her more.
“I wish I could help you, Rosalie. You know I would—”
“I know.”
Silence.
“Alexis… Do you want to stay with me tonight? Call it a sleepover.”
The other perked up and smiled her brightest smile; “Of course! It’ll be fun!”
Rosalie watched the girl go on and on about this and that, what they were going to do, what she needed to bring, and all the while, Rosalie hid her anxiety behind that ever faithful smile. Tonight, she would show Alexis just how screwed up things have been since her arrival…
“Normal Speech”
Thoughts
__________________________________________________________________
October 2010
There, among a sea of cream, she lies blissfully ignorant of the world around her; oblivious to the stresses of reality. Rosalie was only seventeen—bright and attractive in her own simple way, yet invisible to those incapable of seeing past her quiet nature; she was… an anomaly; the enigma of Solace High. She was, for the most part, on her own; her father, an accomplished pilot, had been stationed at the local Air Force Base, leaving Rosalie to her own devices. And today, the sunlight was far too weak to penetrate the looming clouds that shrouded the small town in a gloomy haze. It all appeared to be in her favor, to sleep in and surrender to such comforting darkness…
__________________________________________________________________
Rosalie awoke with a start, her fists clenching the bed sheets for dear life as she parted her pale, thin lips and whispered his name over and over like a lover’s mantra. It was the same dream; a vast metallic landscape, where she stood surrounded by flames of warm hues and vivid blues; alien architecture, crumbling, and large metal soldiers littered the ground, void of life. And she would approach one—massive, they were—and stare with horror as their faces caved in, and then a voice—a deep, dark voice—filled the air; laughing.
She sat up slowly and quietly, trying to soothe her racing heart, but just as she did, an obnoxious blare sounded from the nightstand, succeeding in dealing a sharp pain through her cranium. Rosalie reached over to graze the alarm clock with her fingers, only to have it short out; “Ouch, dammit!” she hissed, her brow furrowing with annoyance and confusion as she glared at the angry red numbers.
Hm, at least it stopped…
With a faint sigh of relief, the young woman swung her long, slender legs over the edge and leaned forward; thick silken locks of dark chocolate caressing her pale cheeks. Rosalie sat there for what seemed like the longest time. She felt restless; something was going to happen. It may not be today, or tomorrow, or the next day… but soon.
She finally stood from her bed and ventured into the bathroom, grabbing a handful of fresh clothes along the way. A hot shower would do well to rid herself of the chilly sensation that now pulled at her nerves.
__________________________________________________________________
As the warm streams of water massaged her tense muscles, she could feel the man from her dreams. But he wasn’t a man; he was a machine—perhaps no different than the malfunction sitting upon her nightstand. Still, there was something about him—this stranger—about how she moans his name; how oddly arousing…
Rosalie quickly extinguished the tap, coming to realize how much time she wasted—being lost in thought like that, and over someone she’s never met! And a robot of all things. She leaned in the stall’s doorway and growled to no one in particular; “Bastard can’t leave me alone for one second.” Her emerald gaze settled on a little iPod critter that sat innocently in the corner, snuggled within a nest of hand towels. It stared at her with unblinking eyes; head tilted ever so slightly as if watching her with intense interest.
Creepy…
She frowned, averting her gaze as she reached for a towel. I must be going out of my mind! Walking over to the counter, her hand hovering over the robotic puppy, she hesitated for a moment before lowering her fingertips to the pearly surface. “Ow!” She recoiled and sneered at the little thing; “I barely touched you!” The woman proceeded to scrutinize her hands, taking note of the red tinting her flesh a soft salmon color. Why does this keep happening…?
__________________________________________________________________
“Hey, Rosalie!”
“Huh?”
Rosalie halted in her steps and turned to watch as another girl came running towards her. She seemed so… chipper and carefree. I wish I had that kind of energy…
“Phew… I never thought I’d catch up to you!”
She simply offered a small smile in return and the two continued their walk to school. Along the way, Rosalie decided to distract herself by observing her companion with a series of quick side-glances; she was pretty; deep brown hair, sparkling green eyes full of life. They could’ve passed as twins! Alexis had been her first and only friend; the one who promised to ‘show her the ropes’...
“Hey… Are you okay, Rosalie?” she asked with sincere worry. Rosalie felt the heat rush to her cheeks and she looked away, attempting to hide it. Alexis was confused, of course, but allowed it to slide as the other female reassured her with a smile and a dismissing wave of her hand; “I’m fine, really.”
But I’m really not…
__________________________________________________________________
Class was boring as usual; even Alexis seemed a little distant. Throughout the day, the two teenagers conversed about things other than class work and got nothing done—they considered it a free day. Rosalie told her about the dreams and how almost everything she touched went haywire, well anything with a motherboard. “I don’t know what to do…” she said, coupled with a defeated sigh. Alexis looked upon her friend. She felt helpless; she had no idea how to help her, other than recommend seeing a doctor and that would only serve to upset her more.
“I wish I could help you, Rosalie. You know I would—”
“I know.”
Silence.
“Alexis… Do you want to stay with me tonight? Call it a sleepover.”
The other perked up and smiled her brightest smile; “Of course! It’ll be fun!”
Rosalie watched the girl go on and on about this and that, what they were going to do, what she needed to bring, and all the while, Rosalie hid her anxiety behind that ever faithful smile. Tonight, she would show Alexis just how screwed up things have been since her arrival…