Emmett and Rosalie
Rosalie:
Blood. All I needed was blood.
That was all that was on my mind at that moment. I ran after the animal at full force and quickly caught it in my hands. I didn't hesitate a moment longer.
I exposed the skin of the animal's neck that smelled so uninviting that I almost turned it down. But I was hungry and this was my food. I bobbed my head down and bit into the animal's soft flesh until the taste of its sweet, luscious blood hit my parched throat.
I moaned. This was what I needed. It tasted amazing. I was sure that human blood tasted better but I had been very good at restraining myself against that. I was one of the best in the coven. Even better than Edward.
I hadn't killed one human for blood. Only revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge. My mind was just replaying the events that happened to me two years ago when I was changed when it hit me.
That strong, seductive smell. The smell that I had been trying so hard to refuse. The smell of human blood filled my nostrils and throat with desire. I couldn't stop myself.
I left me kill and followed the scent quickly and ravenously. That's when I found him. The one I was going to commit the rest of eternity to. My mate.
He was being attacked by some sort of massive beast. And as I got closer I realised that it was a bear. The man had gotten too close. I could see the blood pouring out of his chest and neck, pulling me closer and closer until I was at his side.
The bear roared in excitement at his second lunch. But those roars soon turned to cries of surprise then terror when I leaped at it and sank my teeth into its neck and drank deeply. Too soon the creature was empty and I dropped his dead carcass to the ground.
I turned slowly. The man was lying there staring at me through wide eyes, mouth open, gasping in both astonishment and pain. I stepped towards him uncertainly.
What should I do? I thought to myself. Do I kill him or leave him? Either way he was dead. As I came closer I saw his features. He was handsome. I kneeled down by his side and stared into his eyes. He stared right back. He didn't look at all scared.
And then I recognised his curly brown hair, the dimples that showed even though he was grimacing. His looks stirred dark memories from my past and suddenly I couldn't bare the thought of killing him or being apart from him. I just had to be with him. I had to change him. But I couldn't do it myself. Not me. Carlisle would do it for me though. He wants me to be with somebody. Before I could change my mind I picked the man up into my arms and started to run.