Edward and Carlisle were working effortlessly digging with their hands, six feet into the ground. This process only took three and a half minutes. Edward was constantly listening for thoughts within a mile of the graveyard but heard nothing out of the ordinary. Within ten minutes Rosalie and Emmett were out of the coffins that they had been lying in since the afternoon prior when they were laid to rest.

As Carlisle and Esme reunited, and began filling the holes perfectly as they had been this afternoon. Emmett and Rosalie began to dig Emmett out in under a minute and a half.

"Thanks," Emmett said as he climbed out of his deep grave.

"Edward and I have already brought together our things and told the town that we cannot bear to stay here with such a burdening loss," Carlisle said and then continued to elaborate on their plan to leave within the next twenty four hours.

"Edward," Rosalie's thoughts called as Carlisle and Esme departed towards home hands embraced.

Edward turned to look meet Rosalie's stare.

"I'll meet you at home," she said to Emmett. As he left she returned to Edward's stare.

"Edward, you said "yes and no" to my question," she began referring to the other night:

"Edward," Rosalie's thoughts called.

"Yes," he responded.

"Am I a terrible person for killing her for my own selfish reasons?"

"Yes and No."

Edward recalled the memory vividly for himself as he read it from Rosalie's mind which recalled it in the same perfection. She looked incredibly attractive as she tried to appear mangled and hurt. Returning to the look at his own face, he shuttered at the memory, and felt slightly repentant at the idea that he had been so cold to Rosalie, even though he had never been more than nice to her. It disgusted him how cold he was to her even after all the years that they had lived together; he was still slightly angered with her obsessions of a vain nature.

"Edward," Rosalie said out loud this time to bring him back to the present time.

Edward looked at her showing his intent to finish the conversation.

"I was wondering why you replied that way," Rosalie thought.

"Shouldn't that be obvious Rosalie?" Edward sighed. "Yes, because you did it to make sure Emmett would want you more than Anna. Am I right in saying that?" He asked rhetorically.

Rosalie pondered this response for a second and then nodded for Edward to continue, as she crossed her arms over her chest, and then grimaced at the clothes that they had put her in for the funeral, they didn't match or compliment her body in any way at all. She rolled her eyes at the thought of what she looked like in the mirror.

"I am right," Edward said reading Rosalie's thoughts of her physical appearance. "No, because I gave you the information to go through with your plan, because I wanted he to kill her as much as you did. I was sick of monitoring Emmett's every single thought and plan as to what he would do next. Listening to his provocative thoughts about you was better than his thoughts of thirst making it hard to resist my thirst as well. I was being selfish, and for that I am the one who is mainly responsible for her death, even though I did not lay a hand on the girl."

Rosalie didn't know how to respond to Edward's self inflicted guilt. She felt more concerned about her guilt; how she took the information from her brother and took it into action. The wounds she inflicted upon Anna, made it possible for Emmett to get the permission from Carlisle to kill her. She stared at the ground, ashamed as she realized that Edward could read these thoughts.

"Rosalie, I'm not the person you need to talk to anymore," Edward said. "Talk to Emmett, and then see Carlisle, I believe he want to speak with you once we've got out of town."

At this Edward nodded as a parting gesture, and turned and began to run in the night to pack his things to move from the house.

For the first time ever, Rosalie knocked on the door to her bedroom with Emmett, at their small, white house on the hill.

"Rose," Emmett said. He smiled to himself, remembering how Carlisle told him he shouldn't hide in a house full of vampires. Slowly Emmett turned to see his wife walk in slowly, at human speed, staring at the ground. Her footsteps echoed on the wooden floors, and the terrible pale pink outfit she was wearing matched the walls, but the room appeared as if it were a happy place- with the exception of the obvious bruises they had given the walls- not matching Rosalie's expression in any way.

"Emmett," Rosalie said lingering her musical voice on the double m's. She walked over to the bed that the couple never used for sleeping, and sat down pulling her legs into a fetal position wrapping her arms around them, resting her chin on her knees, even thought she was purely comfortable any way she positioned herself.

"Do you know what Carlisle wants us to bring? What do we leave behind?" Emmett flustered into a list of questions. "I've never had to relocate before," he continued before realizing that Rosalie was not going to answer his questions. Carefully he walked over to the bed and placed his arm around Rosalie's shoulder and kissed her arm.

"Emmett," she repeated his name. "You seem content, almost like none of this has happened."

"I'm not happy Rosalie, if that's what you're suggesting. It's done, I'm trying to do what Carlisle said. I know I handed Anna her death, but I know I was just ending her pain," Emmett explained slightly defensive.

"I don't want to sound as vain as Edward thinks I am, but I know I'm responsible for her death. We're leaving because of me."

Emmett stroked her hair and told Rosalie, "You've killed people before, innocents even."

"It's not her death that concerns me most. It's the reasons I did it," she claimed as she lifted her head once more.

Emmett's eyebrows inverted towards the center of his face, as he tried to understand why his wife would inflict pain on Anna. It had never occurred to him through his act of murder that she had a point to killing Anna.

"I did it because I wanted you to want me like you wanted her," Rosalie admitted as she buried her face into her knees.

"You wanted me to want to kill you?"

"No!" she almost exclaimed. "I wanted you to want me as much as you wanted her. I wanted you to have the inclination to lure me away to do what you wanted with me," she said beginning to talk almost faster and faster.

"Rosalie!" Emmett screamed to get her to stop. "I do want to lure you away, but I don't have to try anymore. You're way too willing to play a pawn in my gam to have my way with you."

Rosalie looked at Emmett and asked, "Really?"

Emmett caught her mood, and asked; "Do we have to leave our house standing because I had an idea. You know that fantasy that you said we could never do again…" he trailed off kissing Rosalie.

Clatters could be heard a mile away, as within fifteen minutes the couple demolished every piece of furniture and the house in its entirety.

A/N:

holiday break=more time to write.