This is a moment in time when Rosalie and Edward talk about Bella being so dangerous to love because her blood was so terribly desirable to Edward.

This strangely pulling desire to one person's blood, that smells better than any other to a vampire is called their singer.

Because their blood sings to them...

I came up with this idea while I was just about to go to sleep, so I had to wake up and write it down as quick as I could, so it isn't the most... thorough work I've done... I just kind of threw it together. :] :]

I was thinking....

What if Emmett's blood had been to Rosalie, what Bella's is to Edward?

What if Emmett was her singer?....

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Edward's Point of View

I walked in the door being as quiet as possible. The lights were off in the front room of my house, the Cullen house, as I tiptoed as quietly and stealthily as possible through the threshold. I let out the slightest exhale relieved his family didn't notice my return. They weren't exactly thrilled at my spending so much time with human, Bella Swan. I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face when he thought about the night I'd spent watching my beautiful Bella sleep. I felt my icy heart jump when I pictured her wonderful face. Peaceful in sleep as she whispered my name in her dreams. My name. Edward. She'd dreamed of me… I thought about dreams for a while. If I could dream at all, it would be about Isabella Swan. But, of course, I could never dream. I was a vampire. She could dream, because she was a human. A living, breathing, beautiful human… I was a monster. I shouldn't taint her wonderful human life. I should keep away from her. But… I couldn't. I wasn't strong enough to stay away from her… I think I loved her. I smiled again. I did love her. Edward Cullen had found her at last. It had taken nearly a century. But Bella was worth it.

I quietly and quickly made my way to the bottom of the stairs. I groaned silently. I heard her mocking thoughts before I saw Rosalie Hale standing at the top of the staircase. She had her arms crossed over her chest with the attitude of a head cheerleader. Her lips were pouted out harshly. Her expression was hard and cold, full of fury. I chuckled. I couldn't take her seriously right now. Her blonde hair was tousled and the strap of her nightdress was off her shoulder. Her eyes narrowed and she hissed at me. She was just now collecting her thoughts directing them all to me now. Screaming curses and snarling horrid comments.

"Good morning Rosalie." I said trying to get past her to my room. I would lie on my bed listening to classical music for inspiration for a song I was composing for Bella.

"Edward. You monster!" She snarled jumping down the flight of stairs until she was in front of me shoving me back. Her thoughts were incoherent right now so I was taken aback.

"Some body have a bad night?" I taunted. Rosalie and I were more like siblings than anyone else. We fought like a true brother and sister, but most of the time we looked out for each other. With the exception of now… She was just about ready to kill me.

"No actually it was pretty amaz-." She said getting sidetracked for a moment then narrowing her eyes and snarling again. "Edward, you were seeing her weren't you?!" She hissed.

"She has a name. It's Bella." I snapped.

"She's still nothing but a menace to me." Rosalie narrowed her eyes and drummed her fingers along her crossed arms her lips pouting out like they did when she was annoyed and furious. I shoved her lightly out of the way and she snarled viciously. "Edward what are you doing?! You know you're putting this entire family in danger by doing this! Edward you're so selfish!" She growled slapping my cheek. I just let her do it. If I even raised my hand to shove her back, Emmett would rip me to shreds… I think she knew that and she was taking advantage of that.

"Rosalie, what do you want me to do?! Did you just want me to let that van crush her?!" I snapped.

"It would have been better." She mumbled.

"If her blood had been spilt… What do you think would have happened anyway Rosalie? You never thought about that did you? No! You didn't! Because you're so shallow and vain, and never rip your eyes from that stupid mirror." I said throwing my hands up in frustration. Hysteria painted my voice. I didn't want to even picture the scene of Bella's frail body being crushed by the van. Rosalie was silent. She clenched her teeth.

"I can't just leave her alone. Rosalie, imagine Emmett being taken from you." I reasoned with her keeping my voice calm now. Her head swarmed with memories of the day she'd saved him from the bear. She flinched. I raised an eyebrow. "See?" I whispered.

"Edward! If this ends badly, the entire family will be affected… Emmett could be taken from me if…" She trailed off. "What if the Volturi finds out you blew the cover for us if one day it just becomes too much and you bite her in front of other humans Edward?!" She shrieked.

"I won't slip up because I love Bella." I said softly.

"You love her?!?! Edward!" She laughed darkly. " That is so like you.. You fell in love with a human?!" She scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. I paused and then grinned gently.

"You did too." I reminded her softly. She fell silent her arms uncrossing and hanging by her sides.

"He was barely still human, Edward." She whispered. Her mood had taken a complete turn around, she'd gone from being her usual cold hard self, to being vulnerable.

"But he was. You loved Emmett when he was human. You didn't kill him. You could have. His blood smelt wondrous to you didn't it Rosalie? You were still barely a newborn… You could have killed him if you wanted to." I said. She winced, taking a dose of her own medicine. She was silent.

Memories of running with him in her arms, bleeding. Her throat burning in thirst. But every time she would thirst for his blood, she would look into his eyes and know she couldn't kill him. She loved him too dearly.

"Emmett was your singer wasn't he Rosalie?" I whispered softly, meaning that her thirst for his blood was stronger than any other craving in the universe. Bella was my singer. I'd only just begun to realize how difficult the journey must have been for Rosalie, carrying the most glorious smelling blood in the world just inches from you, but knowing you'd never be able to taste it. I'm not sure if I would be able to resist Bella's blood, if the situation had been I saving Bella, and running one hundred miles, with her blood rushing onto my skin. Rather than Rosalie with Emmett.

"Yes." She growled. Her thoughts poured through memories of her throat burning, his blood rushing onto her hands, streaming down her skin. Her thoughts flashed back to that tragic day…

Flashback Rosalie's Point Of View

Oh how delicious the red, wet, pulsing bl- I lowered my lips to the fatally injured bleeding man in my arms throat. My throat burned in thirst and venom flowed in my mouth. The dying man whispered something that sounded like 'angel 'in a hoarse broken, but still glorious voice, and my head shot up. I held my breath and clenched my teeth together, rebelling against my instincts. I grunted and let out a moan fighting my uncontrollable thirst. NO! I couldn't kill him. I wouldn't kill him!

The man in my arms groaned in agonized pain and whimpered pitifully. I held my breath as his blood streamed down his skin, spilling onto my pale white marble skin. His extremely handsome, muscular chest and stomach had long stripes of blood seeping through his tattered shirt. I took my focus from the delectable blood that seemed to beg for me just to take one small little taste. I tightened my grip on him speeding through the forest. I didn't know this man, but when I looked down on his mangled, but still strikingly beautiful face, I knew I was his angel, and my purpose was to save him.

I kept my eyes locked in his as I sprinted through the forest. His brilliant dark brown eyes fought to stay open, but never lost contact with me. I was surprised that at the rate he was losing… um… you know… blood, he was able to keep consciousness enough to stay locked in my eyes. I bit my lip when I thought the B word. Oh how delicious his blood smelt. I'd never killed a human before. Surely, one man wouldn't ruin my record too terribly...

His face held such a serene peaceful innocence in it. The childish dimples appearing on his cheeks, even when he was cringing in pain. He was gasping for air. The bear had broken four of his ribs and crushed at least ten more bones. The scent of his warm breath made my mouth water. His blood tempted me much more than any other human's in the entire world… I'd never wanted a human's blood so much in my life. I blinked my eyes quickly refocusing my eyes on his agonized face. His face was what made me rebel against the raging fire in my throat. It's what made me into Rosalie Hale, not the monster I'd become two years ago. The man's eyes closed for much too long and I felt his body get much more limp in my arms. I clutched him closer to me pushing my legs as fast as I could.

"Don't give up yet…" I pleaded whispering softly, my voice ringing like church bells. His eyes fought open again and he almost smiled. That's when I knew… I knew the reason I had been changed into a vampire. I'd been changed into a vampire to save this man. My purpose, was to be hunting at this particular time, at this particular place and find him. If I had died in the streets of New York two years ago, no one would have found this man that needed to live. Without me… He would have died. I was almost okay with being a vampire at that moment. I knew that without me, this wonderful creature would have been erased from the world forever. And I was happy with knowing that I was the one to save him. I heard his heartbeat grow fainter and fainter. I willed myself to go faster, but my legs weren't moving fast enough. He whimpered and I grunted pushing myself farther than my limits. He was going to die. I wasn't fast enough. This was the longest run of my life. One hundred miles…

I looked back down to his agonized face.

"Angel…" He murmured, his voice barely audible. I was surprised he found enough strength left in his dying body. His trembling bloody hand reached up to stroke my cheek. His hand burned my icy skin and left a wonderful tingling sensation behind. I stiffened as the blood from his fingers left a slight trail on my marble skin. I could smell him all around me. My body began to shake, tensing in craving for the blood. His blood wasn't just any blood; it was the most desirable blood in the entire universe. When I saw the house in the distance I ran with all my passion yelling for Carlisle. I burst into the house and Carlisle led me quickly to the dining room. I laid the man's beautiful, but tortured body flat on his back. He cried out when I let go of him. He clutched the air for my hand and I placed my tiny cold hand in his still holding my breath.

"Rosalie?!" Carlisle screamed frantically asking my permission as he lowered his head to the man's throat.

"Yes… I'm sure. I need him to live." I whispered and that's when Carlisle's teeth sunk into the man's neck. I let out a deep breath. I knew I'd done the impossible. I'd resisted the monstrous desire of my singer's blood…

Edward's Point of View

Rosalie couldn't kill him, because she needed him to live, the man she'd never even met. I couldn't kill Bella I'd fallen too deeply in love with her. I had something Rosalie never had though… I had heard Bella's laugh, seen her smile, and heard her speak. I was in too deep. I wasn't strong enough to stay away from her now. "What does it matter to you is he was my singer?!" She squealed.

"Because Rosalie, you were strong enough to resist. Bella's blood is to me, what Emmett's was to you. It… it makes me think I could resist too. I love Bella… I could never hurt her. Just like you didn't Emmett." I whispered. She glared at me and bit her lip shooting her eyes down.

Edward, you're too good at my game… She thought at me. I nodded and chuckled.

"Rosalie, I promise I'll be careful. I won't hurt the family. I won't hurt Bella." I whispered. She narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists. "You didn't kill Emmett, I won't kill Bella." I murmured. She turned her face away from me coldly. She still wasn't going to speak to me.

"Emmett is wondering where you are." I muttered after a moment of silence. She just nodded and headed up the stairs as the sun rose.

This doesn't change anything Edward. She thought at me not taking a glance back. I promised myself if Rosalie could do it…. So could I.

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I know, it was kind of thrown together...

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