For some reason my other chapter 7 disappeared...weird...anyway im reposting it again. lol.
Ok this is Stuggle Pat II which is in emmett's point of view. I dont think i really got emmett's charecter right, but i hope that it at least sort of sounds like him. Anyways I hope you guys like it. Enjoy and review.
I do not own "Twilight" or any of the charecters...Stephenie Meyer does ( bows down) I am not worthy.
Chapter 7-- Emmett's POV
I was dead…at least it felt like I was dead. I knew I shouldn't have come today…this sucked…God this really sucked. I couldn't move, and I was sticky with my own blood. Great, I thought closing my eyes not wanting to see the bear that was about to kill me. At least I had put up a good fight, although seeing as how I was on the ground and the bear was standing….
I was about to die anyway so what did that matter.
The sun was in my eyes blinding me, and the sky was a perfect blue. Everything looked beautiful…apart from the vicious bear towering over my head. How had this happened again? I dismissed the thought from my head, for the question was pointless. I pulled myself up onto my elbows trying to scoot away from the grizzly, but failed, again. I had never really been the praying type, but right now I made an exception. I prayed for the end to come quickly…I could already feel my blood spilling out onto the ground, leaving me weaker and weaker. The beast opened its mouth to roar, making me recoil. My breathing intensified, fearing my heart would leap from my chest before the bear reached me. I braced myself for the impact that would soon follow. I waited. The roar came again, then a whine…then a thud. What? I didn't dare open my eyes. What had I done to deserve this? I wasn't exactly perfect, but no one should have to endure this kind of torture. Why couldn't the damn bear just kill me and stop playing with its food? It was quiet for a time and I was getting anxious. Maybe it was over, and I just didn't realize when I had died. But if I was dead why was I still in pain?
Bizarre, I thought. I was freezing. Who knew being dead would be so uncomfortable. I shifted and opened an eye. My breath caught in my throat. I was dead. I had to be dead. There as a figure standing over me, light surrounded her face; her eyes were a piercing black. An angel. The angel was beautiful…for lack of a better word. She was more than beautiful. I couldn't tear my eyes from her face; it was perfect in every way. Her skin shone in the light that surrounded her. But she was frowning down at me as if she might burst into tears any moment. I'd never seen an angel cry before…hell I'd never seen an angel before now. I don't know why but I wanted to make the angel happy, it wasn't right for someone so beautiful to be in so much pain. I began to tell her not to cry, I couldn't bare it, but she silenced me with one cold finger on my lips. That one touch sent a wave of wanting through me, the feeling was unearthly. The angel spoke.
"Shhh," She whispered. "Its all right Emmett," "You're safe." I was startled that she knew my name…how did she know my name? It didn't matter… she was with me and everything was alright. Her voice was heavenly and as caressed my cheek and placed my head in her lap, I began to believe her words.
"Everything will be ok now…alright?" She murmured stroking my head.
I tried to nod but I couldn't lift my head. Her lap was cold as ice, but surprisingly comforting. I felt as if I could stay there forever. I felt myself drifting, I was lightheaded and weak. The angel looked startled as my eyes began to flutter and I grew colder. She looked pained as if it hurt her to look at my bloodied face. I wasn't thinking straight anymore. I tried to keep sane but it looked to me as if the angel were trying to kiss me.
She lowered her lips to my neck and pressed gently against the skin covering my carotid vein sending a shock through my body. The vein pulsed and her lips still rested on my neck. I had no idea what she was doing but it felt nice. The angel shuddered, her teeth were startlingly sharp, but somehow it added to her beauty. For a time we just sat there, her radiance making me blind to everything around me except her face. Then I heard her intake of breath. Hope filled her eyes and she stood staring at me for a while. What she did next I wasn't prepared for. The angel lifted me in her arms awkwardly. Now I wasn't fat, but no average girl should be able to lift me up like I was some rag doll. The movement brought on a new wave of pain and I screwed my eyes shut. I felt the cold mountain air slapping my face, momentarily bringing me back to my senses. I was in her arms and… I was… flying! No… she was flying! She looked down at me, studying my face as if I was an old friend she was trying to remember. We were going faster than possible, and I decided that I was hallucinating again. Then a horrible though hit me: At any second she might let go and drop me and I would never see her beautiful face again. The angel's muscles tightened and she closed her eyes tight. Her body began to shake and then she dropped me. I could not describe the pain that fall inflicted upon me. I was utterly confused. Why did she drop me? Then I heard the most awful sound. The angel was screaming…or sobbing I could tell which. I opened my eye just enough to see her pulling at her hair, her black eyes wild. I was losing consciousness again and I wanted to make sure that she wouldn't leave so I grabbed onto her and held tight fearing she would vanish into thin air if I did not. She looked down at me, agony lining her heavenly face. I didn't want her to be sad, I smiled. I could taste salty blood in my mouth. I wanted her to smile too; such a beautiful face shouldn't be tainted by such a pained expression. She did not smile, but the distress cleared from her face slightly and she lifted me into her arms once again. There was no other place I would rather be at that moment, than in her arms…safe. I didn't know where or why we were running but I was hardly aware of my surroundings. Were we in heaven? I thought. I opened my eyes and quickly closed them again for all I saw was blinding warm light. I buried my face into her shoulder. I was still in pain. Wasn't heaven supposed to be painless? The angel spoke but I couldn't make out the words. I heard another astonished, musical voice…more angels? The angel was yelling something, her voice full of hysteria. Carlisle?
I opened my eyes to find two other angels, both ridiculously handsome. They were both frowning at me and my savior and angel. My angel laid me on the ground gently and stroked my cheek. She was shrieking now, yelling to one of the angels. She looked at me and began another round of choked words, begging the other blond angel to do something for her. The other, younger angel frowned down at me and murmured something which sent my angel into a tantrum. The older blond angel bent over me. Was this God? I blinked sleepily. So…God was a blond, I thought slowly slipping into unconsciousness. Bizarre, What was he doing now? God was lowering his lips to my neck. I moved away. He frowned and looked to my angel. She came over to me and held my hand.
"Emmett, darling…everything will be fine…hold my hand." She whispered. And I did. But one thing still bothered me. I did not know my angel's name. I tried to speak, and was surprised at how hard it was. I managed a few words.
"Who…Who are y-" Was all I could muster.
My angel smiled. "Rosalie." She said in that beautiful voice of hers. Rosalie, such a beautiful name, which was only fitting. I said it over in my mind.
Then God spoke sternly and before I knew it there was a throbbing pain in my neck, then my wrists. Was this judgment? What had God said? I soon found my answer for less than a second later I was burning in the fires of hell.