This story is at the moment and experiment. I always had the idea of writing the other Cullen characters stories – before and during Twilight

I hope you like it…

This is Emmett and Rosalie's STORYYY 

PART ONE – Beauty and the Beast ^.^ (you get it?… beauty= Rosalie and the beast = the bear that tried to kill Emmett  )

Emmett POV.

David and me have been planning this camping trip for months. It was a tribute to our father, he died when I was 15 and he was my idol. Every year on the 4th of April, he took David and me camping. It was a tradition, and so, we we're carrying it on. My mother - the only lady that will ever be in my life - was a sweet heart, she had packed our food and made a plan for every day we were away.

We set off early on Saturday morning, and unusually it was a sunny, hot and dry day. All around, the atmosphere was fantastic, the birds were chirping eagerly in the bright jade treetops. David was whistling an unfamiliar tune as we struggled up the steep hill leading to the mountaintop.

As the day went by, the wind picked up and I was sure a storm was coming. We set up camp quite quickly and whilst David looked for more firewood, I started with the logs we already had. It was only then, as the darkness of night began to settle around me, that I realised the matches I had bought were not in my backpack. I settled for using my father's way of lighting fires. The camping trip - before he died, he taught me how to build and light fires without fuel or matches.

The fire was lit, the darkness surrounded me, and yet my brother had not yet returned. As frustrating as it was for me, I was beginning to get a little worried. I never worried, I was never scared and I have never been weak.

Rosalie POV

To be quite truthful I was glad I had decided to hunt by myself; it angered me that someone did not like my beauty. Yet again, I realised I was being vain, but that was all I knew, my looks had given me everything, but it also ruined my life – or existence, whichever way it can be looked at. Hunting was the only opportunity I could get to have my thoughts to myself, and to be alone.

It was late Saturday night, maybe even Sunday morning, and oddly something rustled in trees, maybe a mile or two away. I caught the scent immediately and began in the other direction. Human. I hadn't even started hunting, but my senses tried to over take and pull me in the direction of the worthless human. It was a sweet scent too, but I had smelt better.

I was new to this form, but I was in control, for now. I was hoping the human was alone, and that I didn't run into him or her on the way back home. Another scent crossed my path and I began on its trail. The morning sun was just rising above the tall forest, and I began to run faster, eager for the kill.

The bear was not far when I heard the screaming in the distance. A male. A human. The scent suddenly hit me and I stopped breathing at once. The cries of pain became more prominent as I travelled further north. Entering a clearing I suddenly realised I had not been following just the bears scent, another human, male, had also been travelling north with me.

Closer, the male seemed beautiful, he had an innocence hidden behind the pain and fear in his eyes. His short, curly, black hair atop his slightly cherubic face reminded me of a distant memory, the prominent dimples on his pain stricken face made me giggle out loud, as a faded, human memory washed through me. Reminding me of something I had wanted but never got.

Anger then began to bubble through me, what creature would hurt such an innocent and beautiful looking man. I let the anger control me and I screamed from the top of my frozen, cold, hard lungs. He was mine, and I was going to keep him. I flung myself at the confused bear and ripped a chunk from his shoulder blade, I quickly snapped its neck, leaving it limp on the forest floor.

"Arrrgghhh" The beautiful male groaned behind me. I could tell he was loosing blood fast, and I wanted to keep him. My little souvenir of a time I never wanted to remember- or forget. It pained me to even think of dooming someone other than myself to a life like mine, but I was selfish and I wanted him. I lifted the beautiful creature from the ground and began my race to save my love. His eyes were wide with shock, and I was truly grateful, for that one little second, that my beauty didn't take everything from me, I knew from the instant I saved him I loved him.

Carlisle was waiting at our home; we had just moved into a small cottage, in Alaska, it was deserted located in the middle of a forest. We were still near the Denali clan, but also far away to have our own home. I was guessing Edward had already told Carlisle of my plan, and it hurt me to even ask for this, but I was truly selfish enough to carry on and doom my loves life.