A/N: I was gonna do more letters before I put this up but seeing as I'm a rebel..here wearing my oversized cardigan and pink polka dot pyjamas...I put it up now. I love alphabet stories cause they're so easy - no continuation, no plot! Bliss, I tell you. I hope you like it too! (:

P.S The next one is the best one, and it's just a tad longer, too. (;

Suggest other letters, please! I have C, but nothing after that.

A is for angel

Bleeding heavily and in a lot of pain, Emmett had simply assumed he was hallucinating and was delirious when he saw the miracle that stood in front of him - an angel, it had to be, with her beauty shining down on him. A heavenly angel that stood above him, flying? No, she was simply standing, looking utterly repulsed and beautiful all at the same time. She sighed and raised an eyebrow, and it was clear to the birds, it was clear to the little ants, and it was clear to Emmett that she was having an argument with herself by the way her bottom lip was clamped under her front teeth, anxiously being chewed as she thought over her decisions and options.

Her golden blonde hair flowed down her back like silk, not a flyaway hair in sight and her..golden eyes? How could that be? Emmett almost laughed. He was questioning his imaginary angel's eye color. Her eyes looked worried, flickering from him to the forest every few seconds. She did not speak for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few moments. Eventually it was clear that she had finally come to a decision, but it seemed like she did not like what she had told herself to do. She flipped her hair, sighed, and stepped closer to him.

"Don't scream," the angel said firmly, and then she darted towards him quicker than his eyes would allow him to see, stooping and picking Emmett up as easy as that. He obeyed the angel, and gritted his teeth to stop him crying out in pain. Her hands would be covered in blood when she was done, he thought. He would bet that she wouldn't like that, and by the way she frowned at her hands afterwards, he thought he was right. How was she even holding him? He was six foot something and bulky, and while this angel girl wasn't petite, she was about 5'8, and slim, she easily slung him over her shoulder, where she shouldn't have been able to. He was immensely confused, but as promised, did not scream. His eyes fluttered shut and his mind drifted to a dark place where nothing made sense. He comforted himself with the fact that alongside the darkness came numbness.

The angel continued to trek through the greenery of the forest, following her own scent, keeping up stamina easily. At first, she kept her pace timed to his steady heart beat.

Beat, step, beat, step...

And then his heartbeat began to slow.

Getting worried, the already hurrying angel picked up speed, darting between branches and flying over trees. Although repulsed by this boy's injuries, and having the overwhelming sense of temptation from his blood seeping wounds, something in this boy's sweet face, dimples and curls made her stop and soften her glare. He reminded her greatly of the baby her best friend in her human life, whom she had named Henry - the one she had longed to have herself, that her arms ached to hold. She couldn't leave him there - she'd simply never forgive herself.

Shaking her head, she continued on with her journey back home, getting there within the hour. Emmett's heart rate had been beating at an abnormally slow rate by that time and the angel banged on her front door, angrily calling out to her new family.

"Esme! Carlisle! Carlisle, answer this door! Carlisle!" The once gentle angel hisses, growing evermore impatient with every knock on the door. Carlisle opens the door, his features creased in concern, and he widens his eyes as he clocks eyes on the boy in her arms.

"Come through, quickly. His heart rate is slow, I can hear that. Put him in my office, quickly, Rosalie." Leaving a confused Esme in her wake, Rosalie gently places him on the table in Carlisle's office, where she quickly washes her hands and leaves the room. Emmett stirs and Carlisle leans over him, looking for any signs that he could survive this attack.

The boy, in his confused and dazed state, Emmett opened his heavy eyes, though they felt as if they were being held down by lead weights. Had his miracle angel brought him to god? If there was a god up there, it was guaranteed to look like this man, with his kind face, worn slightly by expression, and deep in thought constantly. Through the pain he felt as though he was walking on air, and didn't mind too much if Heaven was filled with girls like her.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pricked at his neck. It only lasted a few seconds, much like a pinprick from his mother when she accidentally caught him with a clothes pin while adjusting his clothes, so it wasn't too bad. No, the worst pain imaginable came next, and he almost wished he had died while getting mauled by a grizzly bear.

The fire that spread through every vein in his body, burning through his heart and then slowly working its way around his entire body. The fire that killed him inside and yet made him feel more alive than he'd ever been in his whole entire life. If this is what his angel had caused him, and of course, the god in the white lab coat, he wouldn't mind too much. Sure, it hurt.

It hurt him more than when his mother died when he was ten.

It hurt him more than his older brothers beating him up.

It hurt more than putting your hand on the fire and seeing if you could keep it there longer than someone else.

It even hurt more than that attack he'd just endured.

But if he could just wake up afterwards, and see his angel, then he would take this pain for a thousand years, and then some.

Emmett was left alone to his thoughts while the two immortals silently stepped down the stairs together. Upon seeing her new adoptive daughter's face, which was reasonably comparable to thunder, the newly appointed mother stood, worried. Esme's face held a concerned expression and it made Rosalie feel almost guilty.

"Rosalie, you did so well, sweetheart," she says, reaching out to pat Rosalie's shoulder, though she knows she shouldn't, really. Rosalie just hadn't bonded to the family yet, and refused to engage with anyone. This gesture, however, seemed to spark a reaction in Rosalie, and she widened her eyes in surprise at the tone of Esme's voice, but seemed to ignore her kind words.

"I'm sorry," she says, looking to the ground, and sighing. "I know I wasn't supposed to bring him home, but his face just reminded me of Henry, my Vera's baby. She was my best friend, you see, and I always wanted a baby like him...and I couldn't just leave him there you know? A bear was mauling the poor boy! I'm really sorry."

Esme looks confused, and frowns. "But, sweetheart, we're so proud of you. You resisted temptation and save a life." Rosalie couldn't believe what she was hearing. Besides, she didn't save a life. She potentially ruined one.

"Yes," Carlisle continues, with a nod of his head. "And, if he'd like, and if he'd conform to our diet, then we would love for him to stay."

"Oh. I don't know about that." Rosalie stammers, her confidence trickling away.

"Well, we'll see - when he wakes up."

And three days later, he awakens from his slumber, groggy and rather confused. His angel is standing over him, looking bored and interested at the same time. When he opens one eye, she stands instantly, and is by his side in the blink of an eye. This time, he can see her as she darts from one place to the other. The angel smirks at him and then she calls out.

"Carlisle! The boy's awake." Emmett is alarmed for a moment, and then he sighs out in relief - there is no lingering sense of fire, not an ember to be found. He breathes out, but then he rediscovers the fire. He claws at his throat, and swallows. Maybe it's just dry - but no matter what he does, he's still being branded by a white hot poker down his throat. Still, it is better than the internal inferno that took over his body before.

"Knock it off," the angel says, her voice surprisingly cheery. "It won't help - you're thirsty. I'm Rosalie."

"Rosalie," Carlisle cautions lightly, holding out his hand for Emmett to shake. Emmett shocks himself by his strength and speed as his hand darts out. "Hello. I'm Dr Carlisle Cullen. You may know something is...different, about yourself. Rosalie found you in the woods, after a bear had attacked you. Do you remember?"

He nods, mildly interested. He is more interested in Rosalie - what a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl. He'd seen Millies and Jacquelines, Elizabeths aplenty, but he'd never heard of Rosalie. "I'm Emmett. Emmett McCarthy. Yeah. I remember," he says, more focused on his own thoughts than anything else.

"Rosalie brought you to me. Your heart rate was ever decreasing and you would not have survived...had we not turned you."

"Turned me? To what?"

"My family and I are vampires."

Emmett snorted unattractively and rolled his eyes. "It's true," Rosalie pushed. She touched his arm and he got tingles, a shock throughout his body. "I'm sorry, I know it's not the life I would have chosen, but I couldn't leave you there to die."

"Nah, it's okay. So, what can I do? Like, bite humans? That is so cool."

While Rosalie stammered, shocked by his complete ignorance and blissful unawareness, he simply stared at her. "We live like this forever - frozen in time. You'll be this age forever."

"That's okay," he repeats.

"And we can't reproduce,"

Again, he shrugs. "I'm too young to worry about that."

"But what about in a thousand years!" She cries, unable to comprehend that he was fine with the situation. "And the burning in your throat? Do you feel that?"

"I do," he says.

"And you don't mind?" She repeats, unable to comprehend his cool as a cucumber attitude and total disregard for human life. He should be furious at her. She did not think she was playing the beautiful girl card - she had not even changed since he saw her first, because she had simply not had the time in between thinking about him and worrying if he'd be angry.

"Not if I'm spending forever with you," he said dreamily, sighing in contentment. Rosalie's head snapped up and she sent anger in his direction.

"Don't get any ideas." Rosalie snaps, glaring at him. "You can stay if you promise not to drink human blood, and not to harm a human. We're vegetarian."

"Vegetarian?" Emmett laughs. "Gimme a leek then."

"Yes," Carlisle supplies, pressing on despite the boy's joking and fooling around. "We drink animal blood."

"Then I will too," Emmett declares.

As the two young vampires hunted, Emmett continued to stare at the beautiful angel, who in turn, continued to glare at him. Rosalie had flat out told him that she was simply putting up with him - no more, no less. She was being nice letting him stay with her family, though she was sure Esme would tell her to give him a chance if she screamed at him to get out.

He decided that he didn't mind.

One day, he knew, she would start to let her walls fall and let him in. His angel would eventually let him save her, like she saved him.

And he couldn't wait for that day, whenever it may be.