Beauty and the Bear
The Story of Rosalie and Emmett
Being alone in the woods like this was exhilarating. If asked, I would claim to abhor the dirt and the grime that came with the hunt, but secretly, there was a power that I relished. Here, I was Athena, a Goddess of the hunt. Nothing out here could hurt me. Edward may be faster, but I could still fly.
With a deep breath, I found what I was looking for, a big bear. Nothing could stop me, but if he was big enough, he may be able to at least entertain me for a while.
I sped for the scent, tracking the poor teddy bear I was about to kill. Something much better mingled with my bear trail, but I couldn't stop myself. Before I could force my willpower to take over, I was already upon the scene. My senses registered everything immediately, but it felt like slow motion. The alluring scent in the air, so much better than a simple bear, the grizzly, already bristled from a fight, the bloody body on the ground before it.
I was beside the body in the blink of an eye, totally ignoring the bear. Usually its instincts would have kicked in, recognizing me as its predator. But this one was too concerned with its meal.
The bear growled at me and I jumped between it and the beautiful man that was to become its meal. Before it even had the chance to swipe at me, I snapped its neck, letting the body hit the ground with an earthshaking thud.
The man's eyes were half open, but partially glazed over. I touched his face and immediately regretted it. I froze, staring at the crimson wonder on my fingertips.
"You killed a bear." The voice snapped me back from my struggle. His big brown eyes were looking up at me in wonder.
Not him!
"I didn't know angels killed things." He commented with a hint of a smile that pulled me back to the first time I had seen him. He had been wrestling with another boy, but no one was near as big as he was. They turned to look as we walked by. The staring was something I had gotten used to, but there was something different about him. His hair was disheveled and he grinned. I had been whispered about, leered at, and worse. But his toothy smile complete with dimples made him look like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Not him, not him, not him."
"I can't come with you?" he asked, looking sad. I hadn't realized I had been speaking aloud, but the look on his face broke my heart. I would give anything to make the smile come back again. I looked down at him, no longer aware of the blood.
"Don't be sad angel, your too pretty to be sad." He said. The space where my heart would have been burned. I made up my mind in that moment. I wanted, no, needed to keep him here with me. He didn't deserve to die at the hands of some fucking bear.
My eyes burned with unshedable tears, and my throat with unquenchable thirst. I feared I was too late, and I knew I wouldn't be strong enough alone. I had to get to Carlisle.
I drank the bear and pulled the man into my arms, begging him to hold on. To me, to the world, to everything. I ran faster than I ever had before, praying to whatever god would hear me, to give me the strength and the speed to save him from death, and from my quickly weakening willpower.