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Chapter 25: One Thing I'm Missing Is In Your Eyes

"Emmett! Emmett, help!" I cried, tearing the earth up from underneath me, snow flailing away from my heavy footing. My destination was my husband, and I couldn't seem to move fast enough. Once Emmett saw my obvious horror, he raced toward me just as fast, if not more violently. He reached me and steadied my shaky balance by gripping my forearm's tightly, brushing my windblown hair away from my face, staring directly into my eyes.

"Rose, Rose, what is it?" Emmett asked me urgently. My breathing was erratic as I tried to understand the vastness of the situation I created. I shook my head vigorously. Carlisle and Jasper ran to Emmett's side when they heard my distress.

"Rosalie what's going on?" Carlisle said, his voice commanding. Jasper's stance was stiff as he waited my response. I couldn't gather my thoughts.

"Edward," I gasped. God, what had I done? "Oh, Emmett! I made a huge mistake!"

"Rosalie - what?" Carlisle said, anxiously. His patience was wearing thin - because I was so distraught by whatever I had done, Carlisle was feeling very worried. He placed a hand on my shoulder and tried to steady my fidgeting. "Please, Rosalie! Tell us."

I nodded slowly. I was sure that if I were human I would be in hysterical tears. I had made such a mess out of things. I had ruined my brother's life and potentially my whole families life..."I told Edward," I sobbed. Emmett's grip on my arms tightened and his eyes hardened, but he never looked away from my face, staring intently.

Carlisle stiffened and his eyes narrowed. His infamous composure wasn't holding up in this moment. "You told Edward that Bella is...dead?" Carlisle clarified. I wondered if my father's compassion would be generous to me after he found out what I had done. I looked at him apologetically.

"I don't know why - well, I know why! I thought he was being ridiculous, and I didn't agree with the rest of you when you said that he should be left in the unknown. I wanted him home so we could all go back to the way we were. Before...Bella," I closed my eyes tightly. I no longer could handle my father and husbands disappointed stares. I realized that during my distress I was referring to her as Bella and not 'the human', 'the child' and other creative names I had come up with over the past year. I let out a shaky breath.

"Rose," Emmett exhaled.

"Rosalie, what happened? Where is Edward now?" Carlisle asked, trying to keep his voice low and calm, but I knew better. He was panicking. We all knew how Edward would react to dire situations - especially ones that involved Bella. Carlisle's fears were only the beginning of his worries. Of our worries. Edward's insanity at the moment was surpassing any way I expected him to react.

"He's gone to Italy; to the -"

"Volturi," Carlisle finished, two steps ahead of me. He must have had that fear the entire time. The fear that Edward would want to end his life once he found out Bella was gone. The only way Edward could ensure a death without asking Emmett or Jasper was to go to the Volturi. At that word we were silent, as it hung in the cool Alaskan air. Emmett let go of my arms and placed his hands on either side of my face and forced me to focus on his own face. "And Alice?" Carlisle said eventually.

"She was wrong," I whispered. There was another shocked silence.

"Alice was wrong?" Jasper asked, clearly not believing it.

"What do you mean she was wrong, Rose?" Emmett asked me. His eyebrows were furrowed together.

"Bella's alive."

"She's alive? Alice saw it wrong?" Carlisle asked, astonished.

"Yes - I don't know, much else - but Alice is probably going to try and fix it," I said. Jasper darted into the house before I could finish my sentence. Suddenly, I was lurched away from Carlisle as Emmett held onto my hand tightly, dragging me far away at a speedy run. "Emmett?" I wondered. I saw Carlisle race into the house. I heard Jasper in a frenzy pacing back and forth in the living room dialing Alice's phone number over and over when she wouldn't pick up.

Carlisle was speaking quickly with Esme and our cousins in the living room. I heard Esme gasp and let out a sob at Carlisle's news. But Emmett and I were nowhere near them.

Emmett was throwing me into the passenger side of his jeep. "Jasper! Book us the plane tickets!" Emmett shouted. I heard Jasper growl in frustration as a response. Alice was obviously not answering her phone.

Emmett jumped into the driver's seat and gunned the car down the drive, speedily. Emmett was mumbling to himself in a low tone, his eyes concentrated on the road as he screeched the car onto the highway, driving even faster than before.

"Emmett?" I asked, my voice feeling small. Edward was going to die. Edward was going to die. I gripped my head in frustration trying to stop myself from these horrid thoughts. My stomach clenching over and over. What was I trying to really prove with telling Edward about Bella's death? That he didn't love her? Well I proved myself wrong, that's for sure.

"It's okay. We'll stop, Edward," Emmett gritted his teeth. He seemed so sure of this that I didn't dare voice my opinion. I doubted he wanted to hear it. I honestly couldn't find a shrivel of hope. As much as I wanted to believe that I hadn't sent my brother to his death; I couldn't not. There was no way Alice and Bella could stop him. They were too late. It was a wasted effort. But if Alice and Emmett needed to believe that they could rescue Edward, then I would by no means discourage them. I wished Edward would be all right and everything would return to the way it was back in Forks. But...I couldn't...I held back a strangled sob as I stared out the window and watched the blurry shapes of white and green and brown pass by us.

Emmett's phone began to buzz and he quickly fished for it in his jacket pocket and opened it, inspecting the number before placing the phone to his ear.

"Jasper? Did you get us tickets for -"

"Emmett, turn around. Come back," Jasper interrupted. His voice seemed restrained and upset.

"What? No way!" Emmett was outraged by the very thought. I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh.

"Emmett, Alice said for you to turn around and come home. She feels that Edward would just panic if he saw you and Rose as well...Alice - Alice believes that Edward only needs to see Bella and everything will be..." Jasper trailed off and inhaled sharply. He obviously did not agree with Alice's order. I knew Jasper very much wanted to go to Italy to be by Alice's side. These next few days were going to tear him apart.

"'Alright'? No, Jasper! Rose and I will go! I'm not scared of the stupid Volturi!" Emmett snapped. I closed my eyes hating what he just said. Emmett could be reckless and I didn't want to see him use poor judgement around the most powerful coven in our vampire universe. I couldn't bear to lose Emmett...I squeezed his thigh anxiously and he glanced over at me and gave me a half-hearted wink.

"Emmett, the Volturi aren't some game - some challenge to face. They are the fucking Volturi! Now, don't be stupid and come home. Esme, also, demands it. She needs you two here, she's not doing so well. Come home, now!" Jasper growled before hanging up. He had no patience for Emmett today. Jasper was far too worried about Alice to give a shit about Emmett's pride.

Emmett grumbled before hanging up the phone and chucking it toward the driver's seat window. He seemed to forget that the window was firmly closed and the cell phone broke through the glass.

"Aw, dammit!" Emmett cursed and pulled over on the side of the road. He looked helplessly out the window before slumping in his seat. I sighed and opened the door and went outside to retrieve his probably busted phone. There really was no point in searching for it, but I needed something to do. Anything to do. If we went back home...No, I couldn't take Esme staring at me like it was all my fault. Even though it is. And Jasper...If something happens to Alice, Jasper will not hesitate to kill me.

I found the remaining, mangled pieces of Emmett's cell phone. I picked it up and stared at it's broken state. I felt sad for the phone which was a very odd thing to feel. Maybe because at this moment I could relate to it's current situation? It was unloved and hurt. I sighed and sat down on a log, hiding my face in my hands. I heard Emmett sigh far away in his car.

My ideal thinking was flawed. I had stupid notions that once I told Edward that Bella was dead, everything would return to normal. Edward would come home, Emmett would be happy, Esme would be happy, Carlisle would be happy...Alice wouldn't be so annoyingly optimistic, she'd just be slightly less. Everything would go back to the way it was, except no Bella. But that was just silly wishes, on my part. I should have realized that Edward wouldn't come home unless Bella was with him. I think Carlisle and Esme had come to terms with that - Alice sure as hell did. But I refused to believe he cared for her that much. Bella was a part of this family whether I liked it or not. It was already done. Any life that shall continue after these next few days if Edward returns will now involve Bella. That was it. This human girl was now a member of my family and I had been too blind and dumb to see that.

I heard Emmett's car door open and close as he jogged across the empty snow-covered highway. His graceful footing was light across the forest floor as he reached the clearing I was residing in. He sat down beside me on the dead tree trunk, but didn't touch me. He sat a few inches away from my body and I hated that he did. Was he furious with me? He had every right to be.

"I'm sorry, Em," I whispered, and tore my head from my hands to stare at Emmett's still profile.

He didn't respond with an 'it's okay', because it wasn't. He sighed and wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me into his side, kissing the top of my head.

"Rose," he sighed. "When Edward and Bella get home, you have to be more...accepting, okay?" Emmett said while simultaneously: he traced circles onto the side of my body with his large thumb. I let out a shaky breath and cuddled closer to him.

"I know," I responded, because that was all I could say. "Do you really think Edward and Alice and Bella will come home safely?" I asked. I really needed him to say everything would be fine.

"Well they'd be home faster if I was there," he said. I smiled slightly at his words; they were comforting. He continued, "They'll be home soon enough. And Edward and Bella will live happily ever after like the rest of us." I could almost hear Emmett rolling his eyes, I didn't have to see to know.

"I hope you're right."

He scoffed, "Of course I'm right." He tapped his foot to a beat I couldn't hear. "You'll have to do some grovelling when they get home. Edward won't be pleased at all. It may take you months before he even looks at you," Emmett spoke truthfully. I knew Edward would be very unforgiving.

I was going out of my mind just sitting here with my thoughts. I wanted Emmett to distract me. "Let's do something!" I said pulling away from him and smiling as best I could.

"Yeah, we should head home -"

"No, I don't want to! Let's do something to take our minds off this crazy...mess." I tried to be very enthusiastic, but I was struggling. I hoped Emmett would catch on and pretend to be into my idea as well.

Emmett was silent for a bit before he faced me and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I'm up for that."

I scolded, "That's not what I meant, Emmett."

"Well then what the hell is there? We're in the middle of a wood in Alaska with nothing else to amuse us," he complained, drooping his shoulder slightly. "Snowball fight?" he perked up.

I grimaced at the thought of getting my hair wet.

"You can't suggest that we do something and then reject every idea I have," Emmett pouted. "Come on, let's just have sex."

"Oh, that's nice," I said sarcastically at his blunt words.

"Come on," Emmett's voice lowered like it always did when he was getting in the mood. It was huskier and always made me shiver delightfully. He leered over me and held my back - lowering me down onto the trunk so my body was lying against the surface. This wasn't an ideal place, but we'd done it in worse places...Emmett grinned when I didn't oppose to his seducing tactics. I couldn't deny him anything when he looked the way he did. "See? It does no good denying yourself of me," he murmured, kissing my lips roughly.

"Sure," I agreed. His hands were under my shirt and I moved my self in a better position so I wouldn't feel as if we were trying to make up for a more comfortable place, awkwardly. Unfortunately, I couldn't really concentrate through the whole thing. I was half there. Being a vampire gave you the annoyance of being able to think of many different things at a time. And as much as I enjoyed being with Emmett, I still couldn't shake off the...guilt.

When I pulled away from Emmett after he tried to move in for a third time, he grumbled a complaint as I sat up and found my clothes on the snowy ground. I frowned at their damp state but pulled them on anyway just to feel somewhat modest.

"What?" Emmett asked, trying to compose himself.

"What if they die?" I wondered quietly. Emmett didn't stop to stare at me, he just sloppily put on his shirt and pants before turning to look at me.

"They won't," he said firmly.

"But what if," I stressed.

"They won't," he repeated.

"Emmett!" I snapped.

"Rose!" he mimicked.

I sighed in frustration. He was brushing off my worrying and I wanted him to show me some sympathy - in any form. "Emmett, please! I'm being serious. I'm freaking out here, please just consider what I'm saying," I begged.

His face crumpled in agitation. He didn't like my pessimistic thoughts and he didn't even want to pretend to think like I did. He seemed so sure, but I wondered if he actually was. When he saw my distressed facial expression his features relaxed and he looked thoughtful. "I don't know, Rose."

"We'd have to leave."

"No one's leaving. Why would we leave? I don't like this conversation," Emmett grumbled.

"Well," I hesitated. "Jasper would definitely try to kill me -"

"He wouldn't," Emmett sneered.

"And I couldn't live with Esme and Carlisle's misery, it would be horrible: constantly...we'd have to leave," I said. He didn't respond as I mused over the different possibilities the future held. If Alice were here, she'd know. But she might never...I closed my eyes hating the way I was thinking. A terrible thought hit me and I felt a deep pain of anguish at the mere thought. "Would you leave with me? Or would you stay with Carlisle and Esme? You'd be far too disappointed and furious with what I had done. How could you ever forgive me Emmett?" I pondered, my words coming out in a rush.

He didn't respond at first, but he held my hand and brought my face up to his and kissed me lightly. "I would leave with you," he confirmed.

I felt relief but I still couldn't shake the depressing thoughts and feelings. "But would you ever forgive me?"

"Yes," he said. His expression was so straight and sure that I couldn't find any faltering on his features. I actually believed him. I felt my heart soar despite it's heaviness at the moment. In that moment I fell in love with Emmett all over again. My love for him hit me in waves and I didn't think I'd ever be able to look away from his intense expression. He was so wonderful and I loved him passionately. He was my life and I couldn't have picked a better being to spend it with. He was amazing and fantastic.

I smiled at him and he returned it, with such excitement and truth that I was sure I was glowing. "I love you," I managed to say. My voice was so full of emotion that I found it difficult to form a coherent thought besides how much I felt for him.

"I love you, too," he answered simply. I never doubted his feelings; I just needed to be reassured and reminded every once and a while. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply and he returned it hungrily. Everything would be alright. I could feel it in Emmett's arms.

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