When An Angel Calls

Chapter Four

~Rosalie POV~

"Emmett." I whispered as his eyes snapped open to reveal crimson orbs. "Oh, Emmett."

"The fire's stopped." He commented, "Why aren't I in Hell anymore?"

"You were never in Hell, Emmett." I told him gently.

"I knew they wouldn't let an Angel into Hell." He said.

"I'm not an Angel." I told him. His face fell.

"Yes you are." He said defiantly, sounding like a small child. I smiled softly.

"Emmett, I'm not." I said.

"Yes you are!" He said again. This was how he handled being a newborn? Well, every man to his own, I suppose. I put on a stern, motherly face.

"Listen to me Emmett, stop being difficult." I said, "I'm not an Angel."

"You're really not an Angel?" Emmett asked.

"Really." I said

"Then...what are you?" Emmett asked.

"My name is Rosalie-" I began.

"I said what, not who." Emmett interrupted. I looked down at him and noticed that his vampire instincts were starting to kick in. He didn't know anything about me, but he knew that I was dangerous and that he was in a vulnerable position. He was scared. Although there was no need to be - he was twice my size and had the advantage of newborn strength - it was his nature to be afraid of me.

"Don't freak out, 'kay?" I said, "You and I, we're the same now. I had to do it - you would have died otherwise. I don't...I wasn't thinking but there's no way back now and-"

"Rosalie," Oh my God, his name sounded so good coming from him lips. "Tell me."

"We're vampires." I said in a rush, watching his reaction.

"Vampires?" He asked. I could practically hear the debate going through his head; one side telling him that vampires were stories told to scare children, and the other side trying to find another explanation and desperately wanting to believe me.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered, "I shouldn't have done this to you, but I couldn't let you die. I'm so sorry."

"What is there to be sorry for?" Emmett asked.

"I made you into this...this monster. I've damned you to this life!" I said

"Monster?" Emmett asked, "If you, my Angel, are a vampire then how bad can it be?"

I smiled sadly because by the time he figured that out it would already be too late. "I'll get Carlisle."

"Who's Carlisle?" Emmett asked. I smirked.

"The man you call God." I said. Emmett stared at me for a moment.

"He's not really God is he?" He asked.

"Nope." I said, popping the 'p' sound. I called out clearly, but not loudly, Carlisle's name. He appeared almost instantly, and smiled when he saw Emmett sat up in bed.

"Ahh Emmett, how are you feeling?" He asked.

"Uh...okay?" Emmett said. He looked back at me.

"Carlisle is the one who changed you." I told him.

"I thought you did that?" Emmett asked. I shook my head.

"I wanted to, but I knew I couldn't. It's very hard to control ourselves once we taste human blood, and I would have ended up killing you. Carlisle has better control. He's the one who changed me and Edward and Esme too." I explained.

"You did amazingly, Rose." Carlisle told me. Never mind the fact that it almost killed me to carry him home all that way stinking of blood.

"Who are Edward and Esme?" Emmett asked.

"Our family." I said, "Esme is Carlisle's wife. Edward is my brother."

"Your family?" Emmett looked confused, as if trying to figure out how a whole family could become vampires.

"Not biologically." I explained, "Carlisle changed us all at different times and took us in as his family. We're a vampire coven, really."

Emmett swung his legs over the side of the bed. "I feel weird. Everything looks...different."

"All your senses are hightened." I told him. Emmett stood up suddenly, which tugged on my hand. I suddenly realised that I hadn't let go of his hand since I brought him home. I'd sat on the floor by his bedside for three days, holding his hand the whole time. I looked up at Emmett, who was now towering over me from my position on the floor. He was looking at out entwined hands. My gaze slid down to them, and then back up to his eyes, which were now focussed on me. I guess I'd never taken into account that whilst I knew that Emmett was the one for me...he might not feel the same way back. Maybe waking up with a strange woman holding your hand might be a little alarming for him if he didn't feel the same way back. In my human life, I would have laughed at such thoughts - who would reject Rosalie Hale? But since Edward had done just that, I wasn't so sure.

Emmett was watching me carefully. I smiled softly and after a second's pause, he smiled back. He pulled me up so I was standing with a strength that made me gasp. He was strong even for a newborn. "You're strong."

That sounded stupid. I couldn't take it back now. It would be etched into his memory forever. "You carried a man twice your size God-knows how many miles and I'm strong?"

"You don't know your own strength - that's your problem." I told him. I squealed as suddenly I crashed into the wall. I hadn't been thrown, rather pushed. Emmett was still holding me. I think he probably meant to just press me against the wall, and not almost send me through it. He cupped my cheek in one hand turned my face upwards - even when I was standing he towered over me. He leant down the rest of the way and his lips met mine. The force of the kiss almost sent me the rest of the way through the wall. This was gunna leave bruises, I was sure. Emmett pulled away ever so slightly, and my voice came out barely a whisper, "You're very very strong."

I couldn't hold back any longer. I threw myself at Emmett, my legs circling his waist and my arms going around his neck as I reunited our lips. It hurt - oh boy did it hurt - when his arms went around my waist and he pressed - or rather crushed - me into him, but it was worth it to be close to him. Later, when he wasn't so newborn and we weren't so in the middle of kissing, we'd have a talk about his strength and how he needed to be gentle. Now, I didn't care if it gave me bruises. I just wanted him. All of him.

"Rose, would you put him down for one minute so we can meet our newest family member?" Edward asked from the door. I pulled away from Emmett, giggling slightly as I unwound my legs and let my feet touch the floor. Emmett wasn't as prepared to let go, however, and kept his firm hold around my waist.

"Hey Eddie, good timing much?" I said, glaring daggers at him. That was when I remembered that Carlisle had still been in the room, and Esme had joined not long after. That was slightly embarrassing. "Sorry."

Esme and Carlisle both just smiled at me, but Edward rolled his eyes. I rolled mine back at him before turning back to Emmett. "This is Esme - she's really nice, you'll love her. And this is Edward - he's a total pain in the ass."

"Be nice Kitty." Carlisle warned. (A/N Something I hadn't realised is that in the Twilight film, Carlisle calls Rosalie 'Kitty' in the baseball scene when Bella calls Rosalie out...I don't think it's in the books and I'm not sure where 'Kitty' comes from, but I thought it was cute so I'm using it!)

I rolled my eyes again, "Sorry. He's not a total pain in the ass - just most of the time." Like, right now, for example. Could he not let me have my kiss with the man I loved? Edward raised an eyebrow at me. "Oh, and he reads minds...that's part of the whole annoying package we call Eddie."

"Rose is no saint either. You should see the hissy fits she pulls when she doesn't get her own way. And the diva demands and the toddler tantrums." Edward said, turning to Emmett. It annoyed me how he was acting like me knew Emmett now - like they were in on some joke. Emmett was mine, not his. Stupid bastard. Why was he trying to turn Emmett against me? Edward looked at me, apparantly shocked by my thoughts, "Rose, I'm not! Jesus, chill!"

"Forget it, Edward." I snapped and I stormed out of the room before anyone could stop me. I didn't ever plan to argue with Edward, it just always seemed to happen. We weren't exactly...compatible. It tended to be argument after argument with us. When you don't sleep and you have eternity to live, it's hard to just be civil to each other all the time.

I was halfway into the forest when someone caught my arm and pulled me back. And incredibly strong someone, I might add. I wanted to snap at the person and keep on running away, but I couldn't be mean to Emmett. I loved him too much.

"I'm sorry, Emmett." I said, turning around to face him. He looked upset. "What's wrong?"

"Your upset." Emmett stated.

"So?" I asked.

"That...makes me upset." Emmett said. I stared at him. When was the last time someone had really cared about my feelings that much? Sure, Esme, Carlisle, and Edward cared if I was upset and angry, but not to the point where it actually upset them too. I looked up into Emmett's gleaming red eyes and realised something. They were almost black.

I smiled, "Don't worry about that. I'm gunna show you how to hunt."

"Are we gunna...like...kill someone?" Emmett asked, staring at me. I shook my head.

"Gold eyes." I said, pointing to my eyes, "It means we drink animal blood. Vampires with red eyes drink human blood."

"Do a lot of vampires drink human blood?" Emmett asked.

"Almost exclusively." I told him, "Our family's kinda different. Special snowflakes and all that...it's hard, but Carlisle helps us. His control is amazing. For most of us, we can't even be around human blood without being sent into a frenzy and killing everything in sight. With practice, it gets easier."

"How long have you had to practice?" Emmett asked.

"Not long." I admitted. Two years compared to Carlisle's four hundred. Even Edward and Esme had had fourty years between them to practice this life. Two years didn't sound like a lot.

"But you didn't kill me?" Emmett asked. I looked him in the eyes and I knew I couldn't lie to him.

"I almost did." My voice was barely a whisper, but I knew he heard it. His eyes widened ever so slightly. "I didn't know what to do. I couldn't leave you there to die, but I thought that if I got too close I would kill you anyway. It's a miracle I got you back to Carlisle."

"Why did you save me?" Emmett asked.

"Because I love you." I blurted out before I could stop myself. What kind of idiot was I going to sound like now? I'd only just met the guy and yet I'd saved his life, stayed by his bedside for three days, been involved in an intimate kiss with him, and proclaimed my love. What an absolute idiot!

"Good. I thought it was just me." Emmett asked.

"Hu?" I asked, still too annoyed at myself to really process what he was saying.

"I thought it was just me who loved you." He said. My eyes flickered up to his.

"You love me?" I asked.

"From the minute I saw you I loved you, Angel." Emmett told me. It wasn't like all those times Royce had told me he loved me. Emmett meant it. Like really meant it. He loved me and I love him. What could possibly go wrong?

Ooooh Rosalie should not have asked that question...What do you think is gunna happen?

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