Disclaimer: All belongs to SM. Huge thanks to awesome nails233. She betaed it all.

Summary: The story starts from the scene when Rosalie saved Emmett from the bear. She asks Carlisle to change this man for her. While Emmett learns to live as a vampire, Rose is remembering her past. In the nature of things they fall in love with each other. Totally.

Is it still possible to tell something about the story of Rosalie Hale? I don't know exactly, but I'll try! Too bad, Stephanie didn't pay much attention to the stories of other characters of the four books of The Twilight Saga. I tried to write a scene of Rosalie and Emmett's meeting as I see it. I've never written about Rosalie and Emmet before, hovewer the idea of this story was haunting me for a a long time. And I decided to clothe my thoughts in words. The text is based on quite short sceenes. Unusual manner of writing for me.
It won't be the long story. The chaps will be short. In general, it will consist of thoughts. All plot inspired by the canon actions.

Please review, it makes my days better.

Rosalie's POV

There were many picturesque places in the Cascade Range. They were not just for hunting, but for contemplation. I tried to fill my days and nights, my endless existence with any actions, with any meaning.

Several years had passed since we left Rochester. During this time, we had to move to a few cities, even a few states. The first couple times it was hard for me to move to new places. Having spent my whole life in one town, it was difficult for me to change my habits, even human ones. Although, I just took it all in good spirits. I took all a lot of things in good spirits.

Otherwise, I would have gone mad.

However, there were things that, as I understood, I could never accept... At least, not entirely.

For example, I would never understand myself and my egoistical views as a vampire.

Somewhere deep inside my soul, it was still strange to view myself as being a monster–an animal, a predator, drawing life from the deaths of other living beings. Sometimes all I enjoyed was the hunt. The opportunity to run freely, to fight and subdue any kill, was stronger than everything else.

My human family - my mother, father and brothers - seemed to have lived trillions of years ago, though not so much time had yet passed since I was a human, by my standards. Maybe these standards were different from man's?

Now I had a new family, and I felt like a part of it. An incomplete part.

Edward did not suffer from his loneliness. Esme had Carlisle. I had nobody.

After jumping down from the granite rock, I ripped through the depths of a forest, leapt a babbling river with one jump, and ran atop a fallen tree - the aftermath of the last year's hyphenate hurricane - whose trunk was partly overgrown with dark green moss.

I could hear the disgruntled whispers of the forest, carried across the long miles by the wind. This was a whole web of sounds, pouring into a united, incomparable harmony. However, today something was wrong. Something broke this familiar symphony.

I ran on an impulse and something more. An undefined. A nondescript. The first thing I had heard was the beating of two hearts. One was beating quickly and confidently-the second randomly, without rhythm.

Then I tasted a flavor, that threatened to destroy my will – the flavor of blood. It was the blood of a man who was losing his battle with one of nature's beasts. Staying on a high ledge, I held my breath and looked down. A huge and angry grizzly bear dragged the burly man to the ground, as if he was a rag doll.

There was a bloodstained knife to his right. He had come here with one knife? "Stupid," I spat.

The smell of animal and human blood mingled; the air became quite thick, like a cream. I growled softly, feeling as if a red veil had fallen over my eyes. The animal did not even feel my physical presence because its attention was occupied with his human toy.

Before I had time to understand what I was doing, I found myself near them and involved in the man's losing battle.

The animal that had decided I laid claim to his prey, sprang upon me with a newfound fury, but our encounter was short-lived.

When the bear was obliterated by my claws and teeth, I leaned over the motionless human's body. Smeared both with his and the animal's blood and forest's dirt, which always was plentiful in the springtime, he lay reclined upon the carpet of last year's withered leaves and fallen needles.

Still holding my breath, I looked at this figure lying on the ground and knelt near him. With my hand, I touched his barely warm cheeks, catching his unsteady heartbeat. My fingertips accidentally touched the soft dark curls, mudded with the blood trickling from a wound on his head.

He would not stay alive much longer.

What did he want to prove? To whom? Or to himself? He had come to grips with enemy, who went one better and practically killed him.

"Stupid. Like a child," I scolded him. "What were you thinking?"

Suddenly, his still eyes flickered and opened. A very serious set of pale blue eyes stared into my face. I backed away but berated myself and returned to the man quickly. If my heart was still beating, I was sure it would have worked at a breakneck pace.

"Have I died?" a quiet, but strong voice spoke to me.

"Not yet," I answered honestly.

Somehow my thirst retreated, I noted with surprise. Neither the scent nor the sight of the blood tested my will.

"Are you an angel?"

"No, I'm Rosalie." I frowned. Why was I sitting here and having this senseless discussion?

"Rose," he said slowly.

"Ro-sa-lie," I enunciated, slightly annoyed because this man altered my name in his own way.

"Rose," he repeated stubbornly.

And then, something happened. Something, which I did not expect. His eyes closed, and two symmetrical dimples showed on his cheeks when the man's bloodless lips stretched into a smile.

I really love this couple.

Hope you like it.