AN: All characters in this story belong to Stephenie Meyer, I can only take credit for the story itself.

Here is the next chapter and I hope you will enjoy it

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Chapter Six – A Time to Hunt

Move, I hadn't thought about that, but he was right. We couldn't stay here now that Emmett was changed. His family would begin looking for him even if his mother believed a bear had gotten him, and they couldn't be allowed to see him as he was now. Early on, Carlisle had stressed the fact that we weren't allowed to let humans know about our existence. It was the one rule, he said, that we had to keep above all other rules. 'At least I'm going to be able to spend a few hours alone with Emmett,' I thought. 'Maybe I can find out how he feels about me.' That thought sent more pleasurable thrills tingling down my spine.

"If you're ready, I'll take you hunting." I offered to Emmett.

"With pleasure," he replied as he smiled at me and gestured for me to precede him to the door.

As we walked out the door and headed into the woods, I decided I would have to describe to him what hunting would be like, but there were so many other questions I wanted to ask, that I didn't know where to start.

"How are feeling?" I asked, and then felt foolish for asking.

"Hungry," he replied.

"That's natural," I commented, "Carlisle says all new vampires are thirsty right after their transformation."

"Really? I guess I do feel somewhat thirsty, but that wasn't quite what I meant."

I looked over in surprise to find his eyes running up and down my body while a smile formed on his lips. I liked his lips, they looked red like a ripe apple, and I began to wonder what it would feel like to have those lips pressed against mine. Then my eyes wandered up to his face and I saw a fire flash in his eyes.

"Rosalie, that's a rather formal name. Would you mind if I called you Rose?" He asked and I felt thrilled at the way the name rolled gently off his oh so tempting lips.

"Edward calls me that sometimes," I mentioned as I thought about his look and his tempting lips.

"So, Edward is your brother." Even as we continued to walk, I noticed his eyes remained fixed on me.

"Yes and no. We are not really related except for the fact that we are now in the same family, but it is simpler to tell everyone that we are brother and sister," I explained.

"Have you ever been more than that with him?" His questions were probing and personal, but I didn't mind.

"No. Originally, Carlisle and Esme meant for Edward and I to be a couple, but that didn't work out very well." I wasn't sure why I told him that, but somehow it felt right.

"Oh." He paused as if in thought. "What happened?"

"I wasn't Edward's type. He likes music and books, and I like . . . well, I'm not sure what I really like, but I'm sure it's more than just music and books. We finally realized it was easier just to avoid each other except when necessary." 'Why am I telling him this?' I asked myself. 'It wasn't as if any of this was his business,' but then I realized maybe it was. As part of the family, he needed to know how things really stood, and I felt that I wanted more from him than just a brotherly relationship.

"Why were you screaming in the woods?" I observed his eyes probing me as much as his questions were.

"Oh, you remember that." I was surprised. Carlisle had said most humans forget parts of their human life, especially those nearest their transformation, I was hoping Emmett would have forgotten that part.

"I was venting my anger," I offered as I looked over at him shyly. I felt new desires creeping through me and I didn't understand them, and I definitely didn't want him to see them.

He smiled again as he asked, "What were you angry about?"

"This and that, you know family things. Things that can generally upset someone."

"Well, that explain so much," he replied sarcastically.

I was beginning to wonder why he was so interested in what would make me scream. "What had you expected?"

"At the very least, someone who was being attacked by an animal of some type," he chuckled slightly.

I looked at him questioningly. "What do you mean 'of some type'?"

"Not all animals live solely in the woods or walk on four legs, and some come into the woods seeking something other than food."

I knew I wasn't as world wise as some people, but if he meant what I thought he meant, I would be blushing if I were still human, and I couldn't resist asking, "Did you think some man was physically assaulting me?"

"Possibly, but then who in his right mind would molest an angel?"

I was wondering if his thirst was stronger than mine had been, because I saw that same fire flash in his dark burgundy eyes as I looked over towards him. "You must be really thirsty," I commented.

"Not really, I'm more hungry than thirsty," that fire seemed to flare brighter as I watched his eyes darken.