Rosalie's point of view: My Angel
I was sitting by the guy I rescued from the bear.
The guy, really Rose? You saved him and damned him and you don't even know his name. Or why I did save him. Gosh I'm such a stupid, selfish bitch. I made him into a vampire against his will and to top it all off I made Carlisle do it for me. I involved the whole family in my selfish decision. I thought.
The man kept slipping in and out of consciousness. I just sat there watching him be devoured by the pain. The man probably wants me to get the hell away from him.
"You know that's not true." I jumped when I heard Edward's voice behind me.
"Don't sneak up on vampires it's rude. And how do you know it's not true?" I remarked annoyed.
Edward smirked then tapped his temple and said, "I can read his thoughts. He's been cursing in his head like crazy, but he's mostly fine. Have you realized that he isn't screaming? Do you know why?"
"No I don't and I'm sick of playing 20 questions. Why isn't he screaming? Why has it taken so long? Why does he keep waking up then blacking out? Can't Carlisle give him any more drugs?" I snapped.
"Rosalie calm down I didn't know it upset you this much. Carlisle can't give him more drugs because the venom is burning it up. He is bigger than the average man so it will take a while for the venom to fully spread and seep in that's why we think he keeps blacking out and waking up. He isn't screaming because he wants to be strong for his angel."
Am I his angel? He's suffering through the pain but is trying to stay strong for me? I thought. Edward nodded at my thought. I have never seen anyone go that far and be so selfless for me.
"Hey Rosalie he's awake, probably will be the last time he's awake before he is one of us. I'm going to go hunt." Edward said as he exited the room.
I looked at the man now his blue eyes had speckles of red in them and I knew the transformation was almost complete.
"Angel." He croaked out. I smiled liking that he called me that. Not because it was a compliment, but because it was him who said it.
"It's okay. Don't talk, it will make it hurt more." I softly spoke.
"I want to talk though. I can deal with the pain." He gasped. I smiled. He was so strong.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Emmett. Yours?" he whispered. Emmett, I like that name.
"Rosalie." I said. He smiled with big dimples making me smile back.
"That is beautiful." He said sweetly, "Rosalie." He said my name again soaking it in. I swear my dead heart thumped again when he said my name.
His eyes started drooping. He kept forcing them to stay open but he couldn't fight it.
"Emmett, you should go to sleep. I promise all this pain will end soon and I will explain everything."
I turned to leave but felt a weak hand grab mine. I turned to look at Emmett.
"Please stay." He pleaded. I nodded and sat back down. I held his hand as he fell asleep.
Truth is I'm not his angel. Truth is he is my angel.