DISCLAIMER: You know the deal, it all belongs to Stephanie Meyer,
with the exception of my own plot.
…For those of you who love Emmett & Rosalie,
& especially for those of you who love Emmett that tiny little bit more ;)

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I've never been good with temptation.
Or at least I hadn't been, in my human life.
Now I faced temptation every day, every night, possibly every single second, for the rest of
my life, in an endless eternity.
Id like to think that after all the many years of braving this constant, never ending battle,
After facing and accomplishing what so many of us could not do,
I could resist any sort of temptation this life would bring, no matter the form.

..that is what I liked to think.

EMMETT.

"Could we hurry it up please!" Bella shouted up the stairs. "I'm sure we don't want to be late for our first day of school!

Though she used the phrase "we", Bella's request was directed only at one person, who surely would be sitting in front of a mirror upstairs, pulling a brush through her long blonde hair and admiring her best angles (which in my opinion, was all of them). She probably would be pouting her lips and fluttering her eyelashes and she most definitely would be ignoring the panic in Bella's voice.

Edward chuckled softly behind me, and Bella shot him an inquiring look.

"Actually, I think that is exactly what she wants," He rolled his eyes. "You know...the later we are, the more attention we get...the more attention she gets."

Bella threw her hands in the air. "It doesn't matter when she arrives...first, last, even never, she'll somehow manage to get even more attention then the Queen of England, with a face like that."

"Thank you Bella, your too kind," said a voice from the top of the stairs...her voice was chocolaty and smooth, the kind of voice you'd eat, if it was at all possible. My face erupted into a smile as I met her eye.

She floated down the stairs; though she was capable of liberating the stairs in an eighth of a second, this wasn't how she did things. I had a rather accurate guess that staircases were a favourite of hers; like a grand, spectacular movie star entrance...the kind of thing she'd never rush through.

She smiled at Bella, in a rather belittling way, causing Edward to frown at her as she retreated gracefully down a few steps. Of course she ignored him.

"And yes, if you must know, I fully expect the attention of the entire school this morning...students, teachers...the principle...Id like to make something of a dramatic entrance, to add a nice touch to the dramatic effect I'm going to have on the school." She reached the last step.

I laughed, and kissed her, and as I pulled away from her beautiful face, shot her a wink.

"You could at least try for a little modesty," Bella grumbled, taking Edward's hand and pulling him close to her.

"Why bother, when your rather annoying husband is going to tell you exactly what I'm thinking anyway...I'll just save myself the effort, and be upfront about the whole thing."

I laughed again, and she turned to me, taking my hand as she did so.

"Come on stud," she smiled. It was a brilliant smile, the kind that actually froze humans in their place. "The world's waiting."

"I have to admit babe," I laughed easily, as I allowed her to lead me from the room. "I'm a little surprised by this sudden change of heart. Last night all you could do was bitch and complain about starting another year of high school, starting a new life...doing it all over…and now your all for it?"

An adorable giggle escaped her lips, and she stopped walking.

"Well after a night like the one we just lived through, how could I possibly be in a bad mood?" She reminded me, her voice loving and teasing.

She pressed herself to me, and looked me in the eyes, waiting for me to kiss her. She didn't have to wait long.

She never did.

I kissed her cold lips, breathing in all her extremities. The smell of honey, combined with her own natural scent, was enough to seduce even the holiest man.

We stood in the hallway, her arms around my neck and mine securely around her waist. Though I never really noticed a change in temperature, I always felt warmer when she was near. She smiled dreamily at me, her eyes, usually fierce and demanding, softening as I kissed her nose.

"Hmm..," she breathed softly, briefly closing her eyes and smiling. "I love you Emmett."

Her voice took on a more serious tone, and her beautiful eyes bore into my own, through a heavy curtain of dark lashes.

"I love you so much," she repeated.

I kissed her again.

"I love you too," I said, pushing a strand of golden hair behind her ear, though my eyes still locked with hers. "So much more then you could ever know, though I would walk to the ends of this earth just to show you."

And it was true.

Rosalie was my own person angel. I don't know what I could have possibly done in my human life to ever deserve such a creature, but whatever it was, it was the best choice of my life. Rosalie was like the sun, the moon, every star, the whole earth and all its galaxies...living proof that magic existed.

Of course I could admit she had her faults. Though she was the most devastatingly beautiful creature ever to exist, she was entirely too vain because of it. She was far too selfish, and inconsiderate, not to mention rude and unreasonable, but all of these things were irrelevant.

I liked these parts of her. No, I loved them. I'd seen sides of Rosalie that nobody else had, that nobody would have expected from her, nobody could foresee, Edward and Alice included. This was because Rosalie herself didn't know about all the good she had in her, never acknowledged it and so rarely came face to face with it. How could anybody but me ever have realized it.

But I did, and I loved her.

I loved her for the right reasons too, unlike the other men. It wasn't because she was an exact replica of what you'd imagine a whole host of angels to look like, though that certainly wasn't a bad thing. I loved her for every single piece of her dead soul, her stone heart, for every single selfish and unreasonable thought, for every bad and good deed. It was something that was set in stone, more surely then even my own stone flesh. It was not something that could ever be undone.

"Ugh puh-lease, I'm sure you've just had all night to do that," said a disgusted voice ripping me back to reality. "Be a little considerate for the other people of this house...Jacob and I at least save that for the bedroom," Renesmee said dryly.

I heard Edward growl from the other room.

Nessie rolled her eyes.

"Oh get over it dad, I'm 18...been this age for how long…10 years?"

"It's never an easy thing for a father to hear about," He snarled.

"Ew Renesmee, I know you insist on running around with that dog, but be so kind as to spare us the gross, flea infested details," Rosalie said, trying to give her voice a teasing edge, though I could hear the contempt in it. She made a move to unwind herself from me, so I playfully gripped her tighter.

Renesmee frowned. "I hate it when you talk about him like that Rosalie…you too dad. I wish you would all get over it, adjust to it already...accept it. What if one day he decides he's had enough of this hateful coven of vampires...He's got an eternity ahead of him, surely he'll tire of it one day. What if he left me. What of my life then."

"Can it," I grinned, giving her a playful smile and rolling my eyes at her speech. Not only had we all heard it a thousand times, but it was completely pointless. Because we all knew that - -

"I could never leave you," Jacob said quietly, appearing at the end of the hallway, looking gravely serious, as he always did whenever Renesmee went off on one of her rants. "Ever."

"Ugh if I could vomit, I would be," Rosalie whined, still trying to wrestle away from me. "Please can we just get of here and away from that smell." She cast an annoyed look at Jake, whose only reply was a flash of teeth and an overdramatic toss of his hair.

I laughed again, enjoying all the tension. People always went out of their way to be annoyed or angry or upset about something in this house, and I generally could only see humour in situations such as these.

"Lets go!" I shouted, bending down to grab Rose around her legs and throw her over my shoulder. "Bella doesn't want to be late, and Rose is gonna puke, so lets get moving!"

Rosalie shrieked and giggled as I carried her off to the garage. She wriggled free from my lock, gave my ass a firm smack, and then took off.

"…Ooohhh your in for it now!" I tried to growl, though it came out a laugh, and took off after her.

We had yet another life to look forward to. A fresh start. A brand new town, a new high school, new people, new prey...Rosalie detested the fact that we had to start over every ten years or so, but I never really minded. School was a piece of cake these days, and though it was repetitive and annoying, who could be too bothered by it all when an angel was holding your hand.

A/N: Okay there you go! I hope you liked it, please read and review...I've begun the second chapter, so expect it soon!