Hmm yes well i think my writers block is fading "hooray!" this chapter i think is more interesting than the last two. its only the first part though, the second one im thinking about writing the Struggle Part 2 in Emmett's POV. anyway i hope you like this chapter. Enjoy and review :)

Disclaimer: Sadly..i do NOT own twilight...Stephenie Meyer does..not me... i dont own the charecters either...(well maybe in my dreams).

Chapter 6

At once everything slowed down, and I felt as if I was running through water. My feet weren't going fast enough. Why was I going so slowly? I yelled internally. I saw it, yet my brain still couldn't comprehend what I was seeing. The human was on the ground fighting for his life, the bear on its hind legs towering over him. He struggled to push himself up but only fell again accepting his cruel fate. Fresh blood matted his head and body forcing me two steps back. I locked eyes with the bear and it let loose an infuriated roar. I was in its territory and it would like nothing more than to kill me. But at that moment I could think of nothing but Emmett. Always so strong and able, now he was crumpled on the ground, helpless and weak, one eye swollen shut. He never looked more beautiful. I could let it be done now. He would die and free me of my absurd obsession with him. I would no longer have to discipline myself to stay away, for he would be dead…forever. My choices appeared in front of me like some apparition. I could leave this beautiful…this wonderful, sweet human to die, and be over him…be alone forever. Or… I thought. My breathing started again. Or. This was perfect! I thought suddenly. I had to change him now, selfish as it seems… if I didn't he would die. I was saving him. The bear charged at me baring its large teeth, I had dealt with worse. I took the bear out in no time its neck torn open, blood seeping into the ground. I whipped around to face Emmett whose breathing was shallow. When he saw my face his good eye widened in amazement. I had seen that look before, but this time it was… different. It sent some foreign feeling coursing through my whole body. My hands flew to my face. This was not how I pictured our first meeting. My eyes were still that ebony black, the color that caused most humans to cringe and look away. Emmett didn't look away. Instead he just stared as if I was not real. The scent of his blood hit me like a slap on the face reminding me that I was predator, he was prey. At that moment I almost took him, but again something stopped me. I felt weak and foolish. I couldn't. That one pleading eye looked at me with such anguish I dropped to me knees. His lips parted and he tried to speak, but I silenced him with a cold finger to his lips. He closed his mouth and just stared.

"Shhh," I whispered stroking his smooth cheek. I cradled his head in my lap trying to soothe him. "Its all right Emmett," I said softly. "You're safe." I almost laughed at the ridiculousness of that comment. Safe? He was no more safe than when the bear was about to finish him off. The blood covering him threatened to drive me mad.

His eyes widened as I said his name.

I smiled. "Everything will be ok now…alright?" I murmured shakily, more so trying to convince myself. My smile began to falter. I had to do it now before he lost too much blood. Slowly I lowered my lips to his neck. My lips parted and I prepared myself for the bite. He watched as I revealed my sharp weapons… but he didn't look afraid, just dazed as if at any second he might fall asleep in my lap and never wake. I urged myself to bite him. This is what I had wanted after all wasn't it? I didn't know it would be so difficult. I had not hunted in days and as much as I tried to deny my thirst, my composure was failing. How had Carlisle done this to Edward, Esme…to me? Was it as hard for him as it was for me? Then it hit me. Carlisle. Carlisle had done it three times before. I would get him to do it. I did not have much time, he was beginning to slump in my arms. I held my breath as I lifted his limp body up. His blood began taunting me in the most awful manner, I nearly bit him. I began to run, but thought better of it. The speed might kill him, I thought. His grip on my body was weak. I struggled though the mountains; all the while praying he did not die in my arms. I began thinking the strangest thoughts. I had never been so up close to him before, yet I knew ever line of his face. He was warm, but growing colder by the minute. Where oh where had Carlisle and Edward say they were hunting? My mind turned. It had to be somewhere near. Farther than the mountains? The freezing mountain air whipped my hair around my neck, also sending a fresh wave of the scent Emmett's blood. I dropped him them, pulling at my hair I screamed like a mad woman. My breathing intensified. What I had been fighting for so long hit me…hard. I was a vampire. Emmett was a human; it was only natural for me to want him. I was more a monster then, than I had ever been. My eyes black and hair wild with struggle. My teeth and lips were red with the bear's blood. Yet Emmett held on to me, gripping me close, as if his only fear was me letting go. Then he smiled. His teeth were crimson with blood and trembling with cold. Why was this man smiling? He was about to die, but here he was smiling his beautiful smile at me, as if encouraging me not to give up, to keep going. And I did. I picked him up once again and pulled him with all my might to the edge of the mountains where the trees grew less thick and the sun more prominent. Edward was laying a boulder supporting his head. His head snapped up as soon as he was me, and who I was holding. "Rose…" He began but I quickly cut him off.

"Where is Carlisle?" I demanded.

"Rose what are you doing here, and what have you done to-"

"I've no time for questions Edward! I shouted. "Where is Carlisle?"

"Rosalie?" We all looked up to see Carlisle coming out from the trees. He looked to Edward, then me and Emmett in my arms. I dared to hope and stepped forward. If I was able to I would have sobbed right in front of them, I could think of no other words to explain how much I loved and needed this man. I opened my mouth to tell him but my voice came out as a hysterical, chocked squeak.

"Carlisle,