The Twilight Twenty-Five, Round 2
Prompt: Red
Pen name: SubtlePen
Pairing: Rosalie POV (Emmett)
Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series, or any of the characters created by Stephenie Meyer. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.



RED

I could smell it, sweet and thick, leaking from his ghastly wounds. It wasn't thirst that drew me, but his heartbeat, slowly fading, and that of his assailant. I pulled the beast off him, killing it cleanly. He looked up at me and smiled, boyish dimples deeply pitting his face, contrasting his rugged masculinity. Strength and sexuality radiated from him, even as he neared death. The word 'angel' passed his lips, and his voice sang in my head like a forgotten aria.

I know you, it echoed, you are mine, I am yours.

I carried him to Carlisle and begged.