Intrigued.
"The stories say that you're cold." She said calmly, circling the girl in front of her. "You shine in the sun. You drink human blood. That you're beautiful, so you can lure us in. Make us trust you."
"Do you trust me?" The blond's lips curved into a smile, slow and cunning. She was sly, but slippery. A snake, rather than a fox. Or perhaps maybe even a minx.
"No." Emily said, firmly. No pause, no hesitation. Her eyes were resigned, yet not troubled. "No, I don't trust you at all."
"That's good. You shouldn't. See where trusting got Bella?" Rosalie asked. She stood still, knowing this pathetic human girl couldn't hurt her, even if she tried. The wolves were all on severe lockdown, thanks to Sam. No one would be coming.
Sam, who had ripped her husbands head off, without a thought of remorse. Sam who had challenged Jake's word, went for Nessie. Sam who had been stopped by Emmett. Sam, who had tried to kill Emmett.
They had been able to put him back together, he hadn't been burned, but still. Rosalie was angry.
Emily was angry too; her eyes flashed with the emotion as she drew herself up, tried to look intimidating. "Bella deserves what she has now. Eternal death. That was her choice."
"As it's your choice to be here now. So tell me Emily; why?"
"I don't know." She was speaking honestly then, a shadow of doubt flickering onto her face. "I didn't come for Sam. I know you won't accept an apology. Just as I know we shouldn't have to give one."
"Do you trust me?" Rosalie asked once more.
Again, Emily responded no.
Rosalie smiled. "Good. Because look where trust got us." She was moving finally, setting Emily off balance. She was circling the other girl now. But she was in fact the hunter, and as much as Emily liked to play pretend, she would always, always be the prey.
"I don't trust you." Third time's the charm, "But you do draw me in."
"Vampire magic." Rosalie was closing her circle, moving closer and closer with every step. Emily found herself backing away, bumping into the thick trunk of a tree. Her breath caught and she closed her eyes. Arms made of the strongest thing on earth - vampire - settled on either side of her head. "Are you afraid Emily?"
"No." Emily whispered, voice wavering.
Rosalie tisked lightly, patted the human on the cheek. Mockingly, she smiled. "You know, Emily, it's never good to show us fear. It just makes us hungry."
As Emily opened her mouth - with another 'sharp' retort, Rosalie thought - the vampire lunged forward.
It was different from kissing Sam, whose mouth felt burning hot against her. Rosalie's lips over her own felt like the cool press of ice cream. Her tongue inside Emily's mouth felt like a freezing summer popsicle, to combat the sweltering heat.
Even as the cold seeped into her clothes from the vampire, Emily's body heated up. She raised a hand to touch Rosalie, found it slammed back into the tree. Hard enough to break.
"I'm going to kill you." Rosalie whispered into her ear, soft and sexy. "I'm going to kill you, and you won't come back. Not like Emmett. And then we're going to leave, and Sam is going to have to stay here, and they're all going to suffer. You don't hurt one of ours Emily."
"I know," Emily gasped. "I know."
She was lowered to the ground, clothes being ripped. Her wrist throbbed in pain, but she hardly noticed.
"Do you know what we like to do? Play with our food." Rosalie was still whispering, still using that damned charm she had. "Play with it before we eat it." Her words were emphasised by the startlingly loud sound of Emily's panties ripping.
The scarred girl could only moan, as the vampire slid down her body.
As she bucked and gasped, coming to the end, a cold hand curled around her throat. As Emily reached the most intense orgasm of her life, her vision faded to black. She never woke up.
Quietly Rosalie left the woods, the body, behind. She wouldn't drink from Emily, and when she got home, she reminded her "father" that she hadn't broken the treaty. She hadn't drank from a humans flesh.
She had merely gotten revenge.
In the dead of night, the Coven left. They weren't there when an alpha arrived to see his imprint, or when a wolf found the dead body of his mate, the scent of sex and bleach heavy in his nose.