Our dear Rose makes it home without eating poor Emmett...what does her dear "brother" think of the situation?


Edward POV

Oh, please let Rose be safe. Let her come home soon. I need her to help me choose the wallpaper for the two front rooms. Yes, I definitely am not going to pick without her; that would upset her. I wish she would've changed her shoes before she ran out of here though…

I quickly tuned Esme's ramblings out of my mind. As eloquent and reserved as my adoptive mother is on the outside, the inner workings of her mind are a different story. Her thoughts flutter quickly between all the goals she has for the day. Currently, she has two main concerns: Rosalie returning and wallpaper.

I'm certain Rose will return as soon as she gets over her little tiff with me. She always comes back because we're all she has.

This isn't Rose's first go at running away from home. She and I have somewhat of a pattern. I hear her monotonous thoughts about how gorgeous she looks today, how much of an ass I am, how much she hates being a vampire, and so on. I make a sarcastic remark and she either has a witty comeback for me, Carlisle or Esme breaks up the inevitable fight, or Rose runs out the door.

It's not that I hate Rose; I really do not. It started in Rochester, New York. I came home from a hunt to find Carlisle and Esme watching Rosalie Hale, socialite extraordinaire, make the change. I asked in so many words, just what the hell Carlisle thought he was doing. I couldn't believe he chose her, one of the most well known girls in the area.

I found out Rose had heard my concerns shortly after that, and of course, she was offended. Carlisle had meant for us to partners, not unlike he and Esme. I just could not do it; I would tolerate Rose as a sister, but no more.

Little Miss Priss couldn't understand why I didn't want her because, as she repeated to herself frequently, everybody wanted Rosalie Lillian Hale. She forgets however, that I can read her thoughts and she didn't see me in that way either.

I feel guilty at times because I think I contributed to her rage against her murderers, not that the scum bags didn't deserve it. I was rather proud of my new sister that day. She killed seven men without spilling one drop of blood. For an overemotional, scorned newborn vampire in a wedding dress, she was very impressive.

Speaking of guilt, Carlisle and Esme really put me through the ringer for my latest comments. I know I shouldn't capitalize on Rose's sensitivity to Carlisle's humans in Tennessee, but it's just so simple to get a reaction out of her.

Just then the smell of human blood about knocked me out of my shoes. Humans from town rarely venture this far in the Kentucky woods.

Oh God, please let Carlisle be home. He's not going to make it. I can't let him die, but I'm not strong enough… I heard Rose's thoughts as she was nearing the house.

She wasn't. She wouldn't. She couldn't. I know what goes through her mind every day. Thoughts of self pity and hatred over what she has become. Would she give that fate to another?

She was still about two miles away when she began screaming for Carlisle.

He and I burst out of our respective rooms and flew down the stairs just as Rosalie kicked the door in.

Esme looked more shocked at what was in front of her than when Carlisle and I explained that yes, she had to drink from the small rabbit we had brought her for her first meal.

The thoughts running through everyone's minds were so spastic I had trouble following them.

Must save him...I will love him and he will love me.

Oh my, oh my, oh my! Where did she ever find this poor man?

Not a McCarty. Oh, that poor family.

I hope we get to heaven soon. Momma…Georgie…

"Please, Carlisle, help me. He was mauled by a bear and I just…I think we can save him." I saw the weekend fly through Rose's brain; when she ran into the little McCarty boys, her feelings of pity, how she watched the family. The memory of this man at the scene of the attack was enough to make my non-operational stomach turn.

"How did you know where to find them?" I asked, honestly curious.

Rose hissed at me. "I didn't mean to, Edward. I just ran right into them. Look, I don't have time to stand here and explain this to you. You can pluck it out of my damn head anyway. In case you haven't noticed, I have a man dying in my arms right now. Carlisle, please?" She begged again.

The blood from this rather large man, Emmett according to Rose's brain, was all over her. He was severely mangled. Half of his face was gone and his mid-section was ripped to shreds. That a two year old vampire was able to carry this man over one hundred miles without breaking down and finishing him off is quite amazing.

"Are you sure this is what you want, Rose?" Carlisle asked, and then he glanced over at me.

Are her thoughts sincere, Edward? Carlisle asked.

"I want this more than anything. He's kind, funny, and I know it sounds surreal but I think he could make this life a little less miserable for me." Although it was still all about Rose, her thoughts were genuine. I shook my head yes to Carlisle.

He leaped into action. "Ok, Rose, bring him into the parlor and lie him down on the rug."

As soon as Rose let go of Emmett, Esme pulled her into her arms to try to soothe her. She was shaking like a leaf.

"What is he thinking, Edward?" Rose asked. I looked over at her and she looked like a little girl wrapped in Esme's arms.

"He thinks Carlisle is God and that you're the angel to 'took him home.' Ha, isn't he sorely mistaken." Rose and Esme both narrowed their eyes and growled lowly at me.

Carlisle sighed, then bent down and bit Emmett on the neck. Emmett's eyes bulged open and his thoughts were confused.

"Edward?" Esme asked? Rose had her face buried in Esme's lap.

"He is wondering why God bit him and why his neck is burning." Rose let out a muffled wail.

Oh God, I'm so sorry. Why am I going to hell? I feel the brimstone. I shouldn't have run the recipe in a dry county. I shouldn't have slept with girls I didn't plan to marry. I should have listened to Preacher John more. Oh, why is the fire spreading?

"His mind is working remarkably well. He's playing out the sins of his human life in his head and is contemplating why he's burning in hell." Rose continued to shake.

Esme then gently lifted her and made her way to the stairs. I'm going to get her cleaned up and settled down. I nodded and sat down on the floor by Carlisle.

I can't believe I just turned a McCarty. Carlisle had a tremendous amount of grief filling his mind.

"They were my friends, Edward. I just turned one of the sons." He looked at Emmett who was now lying very still. "This is the brother who little Georgie was so attached to. He's going to be devastated."

I saw the family flash through his mind. They all were going to be devastated.

"What if he doesn't like Rose either?" I immediately heard the disappointment in Carlisle's thoughts.

"No! I didn't mean it like that. I just meant…"

"That what if this is all in vain?" Carlisle responded. I knew he would understand.

"For Rose's sanity, I hope not. But he will be newborn and he is rather large. He looks to be about six feet five inches. He may be wild. Hopefully we can talk him down and give him his options."

"Hopefully, he'll stay." I responded. I could hear the questions in Carlisle's head.

"I want Rose to be happy too, Carlisle."

He smiled and put his arm around my shoulder. We then did all we could do.

We sat and watched the newest member of our coven, or family as Esme insists we call it, being transformed.


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