Rosalie's POV
Emmett and I were lying in bed after a long boring day doing nothing. I hated waiting around for this mystery person to show up. All I wanted to do now was spend the rest of my life happy with Emmett. Squinting at him through the dark I wonder if he is sleeping. It sounds like he is snoring softly so I quietly get up.
I peek into Caroline's room on my way to the kitchen. Everything seems fine in there and I continue to the kitchen. I think that making myself some warm milk will help me sleep. It used to help when I was young and helps Caroline quite often. When I'm almost to the kitchen I notice that the light is on in there. My eyes widen at the sight and I try not to move.
Did we forget to shut off the light!?
No. I always turn off the lights. Quickly, I step backwards to my room, keeping my gaze on the kitchen and holding my breath the entire time. I barely shut our door, if someone is in the kitchen they may hear me shut it. Emmett made sure to tell me that. Crawling back into bed, I begin to shake Emmett.
He groans and I have to cover his mouth so he won't make too much noise. However, I probably should have thought that through because he grabs my wrist and his eyes fly open. I suppose his year of training make him react like that when someone is covering his mouth in the middle of the night.
"Emmett!" I whisper as quietly as I can. He realizes it's me and his face relaxes. With my free hand I put a finger over my lips and after he nods in understanding I remove my hand from his mouth. Lowering my mouth to his ear so I can speak as quietly as possible, I say, "I got up to get something to drink. I think someone might be in the kitchen."
At this proximity in the dark I can see Emmett's eyes widen. He sits up and reaches for something under the bed. When he pulls out the gun I sit back, surprised.
"Where the fuck did that come from!?" I ask. He hadn't even told me that he put it there. Honestly, we have a small child living here. He should be more careful with where he puts that shit. He holds a finger to his lips and then quietly tells me to stay in our room.
"What about Caroline?" I ask. I don't want her in her room alone.
Emmett hesitates before saying, "Ok go wait in her room." Then he sneaks out of our bedroom and down the hall.
I follow and quietly slip into Caroline's room. In the dim glow of the night light I can see her sleeping form. As I walk towards her though something feels wrong. I look over my shoulder and suddenly I'm being grabbed. A strong arm wraps around my body and a hand tightly covers my mouth. I want to scream but I can barely breathe.
"Don't fight it or the little girl gets it," a harsh voice whispers in my ear. Energy drains out of me and I stop wriggling in the man's grasp. He pulls me into the hall and escorts me toward the living room.
"Rose, there isn't anyone in the kitchen," Emmett says, coming out of the kitchen. He stops in his tracks as he sees me and the man behind me. My eyes widen and I try to shake my head at him. If he does anything they might hurt Caroline, he must know that. However, he raises his gun anyways and points it just to the left of my head.
"Let her go."
"Lower your gun, Emmett. You don't want us to hurt your little girl do you?"
Emmett cocks his head to the side and I watch him carefully. He's drenched in light from the kitchen. The rest of the apartment is dark and I wonder if he's searching for where the others could be. I wonder if there's enough light from the kitchen to make my captor visible.
"You're alone," Emmett says after what feels like an eternity. The hand on my face tightens and from this reaction I know Emmett is right. Whoever this man is, he's acting alone. Hope springs up inside of me and I know that Caroline will be ok as long as he isn't near her.
"But I still have this bitch, and she's the only one I need." The man's voice sounds strange, but familiar all at once. Every fear inside me that thought it was Royce is gone. I know from how strong he is and how his voice sounds that it isn't Royce. However, I have no idea of who it could possibly be.
"Why do you need her?" Emmett asks. I notice him slowly inch forward. What could he be planning to do?
"She killed Heidi."
"How do you know that?" I ask, but my words are muffled by his hands.
"How do you know?" Emmett asks for me.
"I saw the security tape."
"How? They were all delivered to me and I've since destroyed them."
"One of the men kept one from you and gave it to me."
I see Emmett's jaw clench and wonder what he's thinking. What man would have betrayed his orders? How would that man know the one holding me right now?
"Why would you care about who killed Heidi?" Emmett finally asks.
"She was my sister," the man says, "and also my lover."
"Gross!" I say. When did my life become like a show on HBO? Game of Thrones is awesome, I tell myself before snapping out of it and realizing now is not the time to think about those things.
"So you're avenging your sister." Emmett states.
"Yes."
"Well I've got news for you."
"What?"
"You picked the wrong girl to mess with," Emmett says. My captor laughs at this and I look at Emmett with what I hope he realizes in a confused expression. What is he about to do?
"Why do you think this? I clearly have her under my control. All I have to do is threaten her daughter and she comes instantly. So tell me, Emmett, why did I pick the wrong girl?"
"Because her fiancé is an excellent shot." As Emmett says this I hear his gun go off and I practically feel it as it grazes just to the left of my head. The sickening crunch it makes is too familiar and the arm around me goes limp. My captor's body falls back and I run into Emmett's arms.
My mind is spinning. He just shot a man in my apartment, practically outside of Caroline's room. Surely she'll wake up. He also just called himself my fiancé. That over joys me and makes me hope that we can be how we once were. I look over my shoulder at the body lying on the floor and know that we'll never heal from this. However, maybe we can try.
"I love you," I whisper.
"I love you too," Emmett says, gently kissing me before going to turn on the hall light. When the light turns on and I see who it was all along I gasp. It's Demetri.
"I thought he…"
"Oh shit," Emmett says. He kneels next to Demetri. He had hit him in the left shoulder, just missing his heart.
"Were you… trying to kill him?"
"Not really. I was only trying to hit something to knock him out. See? He's still alive," Emmett says, pointing at the ragged rise and fall of Demetri's chest.
"I never thought he'd be the one who was doing this to me," I say quietly.
"We have to kill him, Rose." Emmett's statement doesn't even surprise me. We can't have Demetri running around and telling people about what we did to Royce and Heidi. We can't let him go and live in fear of him ever returning. The only way is to get rid of him for good, or else he might try to get rid of us for good.
"I'm going to go lie down with Caroline. There's no way this noise hasn't woken her up. Do what you have to." I step around Emmett and Demetri and enter Caroline's room. I shut her door and lie down next to her in bed.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, sweetie?"
"What's happening?" she asks groggily. I stroke her hair and as I do I hear another gun shot in the hall.
"Nothing, Caroline."
"Everything's ok?"
"Yes. Everything's ok now."