What if Royce had been unsuccessful on the dark street that night? What if Rosalie had actually married him?

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This is my version of how it could have gone for Rosalie, a character created by Stephanie Meyer.

Chapter 13: Memory

I was hunting when I heard it.

It was a fearful and pained screaming that was not unfamiliar to me.

I followed the sound, an odd urgency increasing my pace. I found a very large bear about to finish off a human male. There was something about the young man who lay on the ground, broken, bloody and dying. He was still breathing but his end was very near. He lay on his stomach and despite his life-threatening injuries, was still trying to crawl away from the assault of the hungry bear.

I could not let it happen. There was something so reminiscent about the boy. I searched my fading human memory … what was it? I distracted the bear and scooped up the boy. I knew Carlisle could save him as he had saved me. I did not kill the bear. Animals are instinctive; they do not kill for sport.

I ran with the injured boy. I was a long way from home. Occasionally his eyes would flutter and he would look at me – no, stare at me, incredulous. I wondered at the spirit he possessed, that he could muster any energy to stare. Of course, I knew I was beautiful, perhaps he saw it too.

I took the broken body to Carlisle. His compassion would save this life too. As he endured the changes, we asked his name.

"Emmett" he choked out, "my name is Emmett".

As he had for me, Carlisle sat with Emmett until the transformation was complete. I stayed too, anxious and pacing. I had grown very indifferent with this new life, so my reaction was mystifying. Why did I care so much? The tattered memory came to life in my mind. Little Henry - Emmett reminded me of Vera's Henry.

When the pain finally receded, the strength of his youth made it very difficult to restrain him from doing what his new body demanded. We weren't always successful. But he always came back and I couldn't stay away from him. As he thrashed against us all, I felt a stirring in me that I thought was dead. I now knew it was only dormant. Waiting. Waiting for someone to awaken it.

I had found my other half. Emmett was the love I had been searching for, both in my human life and my new life.

I was whole again.

The End.

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