A/N- Just a shot Oneshot about Rose and Emmetts first meeting.
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'Nooo' he groans, so softly even she struggles to hear it. Even this seems like an effort now, and more blood dribbles from his lips.
Red, potent and there for her to take. He is fading quickly, a fact that is wasted on her as she is lost in the sweet smell of his wounds.
His heart beats weakly between the hands… her hands that hold him roughly with his back against the tree.
Through the haze of her bloodlust she is startled to realise she has pressed her body against him, his body heat calling out to her, her mouth is just inches from the crook of his neck where his pulse flutters so lightly, so invitingly. The scent of the blood seeping through his ripped clothes embraces her like an old lover and the ache to sink her teeth into his tanned skin is overwhelming.
Her lips meet the soft skin and the taste of salt with the biting tang of copper almost sends her mad. She runs her tongue along the sharp edges of her teeth; practically drooling with anticipation, poised…then …something is not right…distracting.
It takes her several agonising seconds to pull herself away; the blood is so close, infuriating to be wrenched away from.
A snarl escapes her lips as she turns…to find his bloodied fingers wrapped weakly around her arm, attempting to pull her closer to him. She stares at his hand for a moment, as ineffectual as if he tried to pull the very sky to himself, and then up into his face. Even now, so close to death he is beautiful, tanned, strong features and striking blue eyes that stare back at her with a trust that shakes her to her foundations.
She untangles herself in one swift movement in one more she has put distance between herself and the dying human. Without her hands to hold him up, his legs buckle underneath him and he sinks slowly to the ground. She manages to gasp a few deep breathes of clear air which clears her head monumentally, and not really knowing what she is doing herself she finds herself back at the boys side. He looks at her once more, with those blue eyes, before they close…..for the last time. She finds herself wrapping arms around him, under his arms and legs and holding him to her. She lifts him easily with strength only one of her kind could possess. Careful not to make any of his wounds worse, she runs as fast as she can through the scrub.
Maybe if he is lucky her father can help him, save him…turn him.
If she is lucky, if she is fast…maybe she can help him….. then maybe he can help her too.
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Just a short one shot on how Rose finds Emmett, inspired when i was trying to write comments for .com/art/If-I-m-Lucky-137215893