Note & Disclaimer: Okay, so the decision has been made. Love at First Sight is a Two-Shot of how Rosalie and Emmett met. The reason it's a two-shot instead of a continued story is because the two mini-chapters are both based on information that Stephenie Meyer herself has disclosed on the Twilight Lexicon through Personal Correspondences, so it just seemed fitting to keep it that way. Hopefully, everyone is satisfied with this decision. Thanks to all who reviewed for the last chapter; you guys rock. I don't own Twilight/New Moon, and the books belong to the formidable Mrs. Meyer. Enjoy, and leave a review (concrit, critiques, etc. especially welcomed).

Rosalie's Point of View:

I breathed in deeply, my finely honed nose taking in the fresh scent of recently spilled blood. I bared my razor-sharp fang-caliber teeth. A drop of blood dripped off, and I licked my lips in delight. The wild buck went limp beneath my crazed arms. I had lost all sense of who I was, and gave over to my wild hunter side, the side that was delirious and demanded nourishment.

I sucked the poor animal dry, but my crazed mind wasn't able to function and feel compassion or remorse. I could feel the blood rushing through my veins, giving them life again—or, as lively as they would ever get again.

Wonderful appetizer. Now, time for the main course. I decided that a nice, big, irritable grizzly would do the job perfectly. Brilliant. I sniffed the air haphazardly, searching. Yes! I could smell a big one lumbering through the thicket perhaps five miles off.

I took off sprinting, the wind rushing through my sunny locks and pushing it back, resisting the amethyst hair clip I had in place. I loved the feeling of the wind parting to make way for me, the leaves still shuddering in my wake. This day was turning out to be pure bliss.

In no time, I could hear the grizzly crashing amongst the trees. Two more miles to go. Suddenly a shrill scream resounded through the canopied forest. I froze. What was that? Was the grizzly attacking somebody? In fear, I quickly rushed towards the source of the sound, and froze at what I saw. The bear was looming over a poor backpacker threateningly. Needless to say, the lone traveler was not in very good condition.

My heightened senses took it all in within a fraction of a second: The hungry bear, injured traveler—wow, the injured traveler was really hot. And I mean hot. He had curly dark hair that would look quite sexy, were it not for the fact that it was currently matted down with blood. He had a nicely structured physique, a serious athlete.

Suddenly I had an epiphany. There was something very special about this man—there was no way I could let him die. I could just tell that he was a good person, and deserved to live—or, I guess, unlive, if there were no other options.

See, that's a gift of mine, I'm very perceptive to the true nature of people. Edward says that my "gift" that I brought with me into this life was tenacity—yeah right! That's simply absurd. He's always been a bit bitter towards me, just because I didn't turn out to be the "partner" that Carlisle had intended, and just because I was at first quite verbally unhappy about the fact that Carlisle had saved me—and doomed me to eternal damnation at the same time—Edward felt that I should be more grateful to his beloved "adoptive" father. Come on, it's not as if I chose this life. Or unlife, if you get my point. Can I help it if we weren't meant to be?

I turned back to face the badly bleeding man lying on the ground. He looked quite young, definitely no older than 21. I looked into his eyes, and at that moment I knew. He was special, and there was no way I could let him die.

I tore the ravenous grizzly off him, and with one blow crushed its skull. I bent down to examine the damage; speed was crucial at this stage. I debated for a minute—what to do? I could try to save him myself and fail, or bring him back to Carlisle.

What was I thinking? I had to bring him back to Carlisle. He moaned softly, cementing my decision. He was going to be special to me.

Gingerly I picked him up in colossoly strong arms and sprinted at top speed out of the forest towards the mansion—and Carlisle.

When Emmett woke up for the final time to stay awake and by my side for the rest of eternity, I looked into his bright butterscotch eyes, and I knew. I knew that we were meant to be. I knew, that it was Love at First Sight.

Note: Hope you guys enjoyed that little Two-Shot. Reviews appreciated.