Hey guys, I wrote this a long time ago, and i did like the idea but i find once i write a bad story i can't fix it. I have tried. ok so I'm just going to put it up, please keep in mind that this is not my best work.

This is set in BD, its the scene when Emmet finds out that Edward wants to attack Rose to get rid of the baby.

Thud thud

Thud thud

Thud thud

Thud thud

Instead of the usual one loud heart beat down stairs, there was another steady beat following my little sister's repetitive thuds.

Thud thud

Thud thud

I pushed my head further into the comforter, trying to block out the foetus's heart beat. I've been spending most of my time up in my room since Edward and Bella came back from their honeymoon. Rose could read my face like an open book; she would be able to see my disapproval and sadness. I couldn't help but be upset at the thing that was killing the blushing human, but if it made Rose happy then I would not share my views with her.

She has wanted this for far too long.

Thud Thud

Thud thud

On the floor below me I heard a hushed conversation going on, the voices were so low that they were muffled, and I couldn't make out the words.

I strained my hearing to the impossible level, trying to catch anything that made sense.

"Edward, I don't think this is a good idea."

It had to be about Bella; Edward hasn't had a conversation in the last couple of weeks that wasn't about her.

"It's our only choice Carlisle, What else could we possibly do?"

Thud Thud

Thud thud

The loud beats downstairs droned out part of their conversation.

"Esme could hold him back."

"Esme will have no part in this Edward, and you know it."

Hold him back? Me? Were they talking about me?

"We would only need her gone for a few minutes, Please be reasonable."

Suddenly, it started to make sense.

Edward needed her gone, the main thing in his way, stopping him from getting to Bella.

Rose.

He wanted to take out Rose.

Rose, who looked after me when I was weak.

Rose, who made me strong, helped me into this life with love and compassion.

My Rose.

If Edward didn't hear me listening in on his secret conversation, he definitely heard me now.

I ran down the stairs as fast as possible, only pausing when I reached my brother. I have never before felt hate for anyone in my family, but now I could feel it running through my whole body. Even if he couldn't hear my loud thoughts I'm sure he would have caught the rage in my glare that I scent his way.

I moved slower now, walking over to the living room and sitting down on the couch nearest my love.

I would no longer hide up in my bedroom.

I would stay down here and be what Rose really needed me to be.

Her protector.