Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, I would be rich and happy. I'm not rich, but I'm happy, so that means I own someone in this story, which I do. Almost. Haha. You'll find out later. Well, I don't own Twilight or anything like it. I wish.
I thought I loved him. I really thought we should have a long, happy life together. But I was wrong. Deadly wrong. I didn't know that I was going to save someone who would be so much
more than he ever was. And I didn't know that I was going to be immortal.
That Carlisle Cullen would save me, and turn me into a vampire. But was that what I wanted?
No. It wasn't. I wanted to be human. I wanted to have a child of my own. A little angel.
But one day, I found my angel. My reason for living. A wonderful man. Emmett McCarty.
I fell in love with him the second I saw him in the forest, bleeding and dying.
"What the fuck?", Emmett murmured, trying to put the TV on, but he had forgotten to change batteries in the remote. Dumbass.
"ARGH! What's wrong with this fucking TV?", he growled, still trying to put the TV on. With no improvement at all.
"Emmett…", Rosalie said calmly from upstairs. "You idiot. Have you forgotten to switch batteries in the remote? Again?"
Emmett sighed and grinned.
"Oh... Thanks babe!", he smiled and rose up from the couch.
Rosalie murmured something which sounded like : "Jerk…"
Emmett laughed and walked in to the huge kitchen. He found the batteries in a little box, and removed the old ones, and put the new ones in.
Finally he could put the TV on.
He sat down on the couch again and pushed the on button.
Nothing happened.
"WHAT THE HE…!", Emmett yelled angrily.
"Emmett, dumbass, you're so not smart. You maybe should switch it on on the wall too?", Rosalie growled, still upstairs, brushing her hair.
"Yeah, I love you too honey…", Emmett laughed, and pushed the button on the wall.
Rosalie sighed, and murmured: "That man… vampire is hopeless…"
Emmett laughed and now the TV was on.
He watched a football game. Live of course. It was El Clásico. Barça against Real.
Oh god. Emmett watched fascinated the game, with his mouth hanging open.
Barça won with 5-1. The first goal was made by the Swedish star Zlatan Ibrahimovic.
"WHAT A MASTERPIECE!", Emmett screamed when Zlatan placed the ball in the goal.
The second goal was scored by the awesome Leo Messi. Real's goal was made by Ronaldo, and Barça's other goals was made by Xavi, Iniesta and Puyol.
When the commentators had talked, Emmett shut the TV down. But something happened…
Some sort of light came from nowhere, and through Emmett's body.
He fell like a rock to the floor.
REVIEW! Now I'm going to watch Ghost Whisperer! It's the one with the soldiers in the war.
