This is what i think happened when Rosalie met Emmett.
Disclaimer: The characters and concept belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Hope you like!
The elk was grazing in the field as I listened to the careful rising and falling of its even breath. I cautiously took one step forward, so that I was directly behind her. She smelled so delicious that I was almost over come with the thirst for her blood, but I remembered I had to compose myself. The predator never gives it self away to its pray. I was about to strike, but then I heard something cry out in the distance. I surged forward, toward the screams. The screams became lower and less frequent and I realized that the stranger was probably dying. I ran at super-human speed into the clearing and saw a large, brawny man being mauled by a bear. I started at the bear and threw it off the good looking man, but not as beautiful as me of course.
The man's blood had and ambrosial aroma that was almost irresistible, but something in his face forced me not to drink his blood.
"Everything will be okay. I'll bring you Carlisle and you'll feel much better," I kept whispering into his ear. I just hoped Carlisle could do something for him.
It only took me twenty-seven minutes to run the hundred or so miles home, resisting the call of his blood every second.
"Carlisle," I yelled as I wrenched open the wooden door, pulling it off its hinges, "Esme! Edward! Come quick!"
The three extremely beautiful vampires were in the room before I could even finish my sentence.
"What's happened, Rose?" Esme asked, looking a the bleeding man in my arms.
"I found him getting mauled by a bear. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't just leave him there," I exclaimed.
"I know," Carlisle said calmly, "but I can't save him without turning him. His injuries are too extreme."
"Do it. Please, For me," I couldn't believe I had these feeling about someone I've never even talked to.
Carlisle picked him up and brought him to my bedroom, preparing himself to turn this dieing man into a blood-thirsty vampire. After a few silent minutes Carlisle bit him and he was in writhing pain. His pain continued for three days, but I sat by him, not wanting to leave his side. By the end of the third day he was starting to flutter his eyes. I leaned over and whispered, "Hey, are you awake."
He was taken aback but my unbelievably gorgeous figure bent over him.
"Hi," he croaked, " I'm Emmett."
I smiled. "I'm Rosalie."