AN: I get some of the greatest reviewers in fanfiction history, of that I'm sure. My favorite for last chapter goes to Sanglin. You're probably going to hate me for this one. It's gonna get a little worse before it gets better...if it gets better. ;]
Bella
Waking up in Emmett's arms was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I never woke up in Edward's arms. He always moved at some point in the night, disconnecting us, afraid I would get too cold. But Emmett was still there, breathing steadily into my hair. He knew I was awake, because his arms loosened so I could stretch. "Good morning." I murmured. "Afternoon," he quietly corrected. I jumped, afternoon? and if I hadn't already been on the floor, I might've fallen. I took the time to survey my surroundings. "You let me sleep on the floor?" I asked him, incredulously. Not because I minded so much, just because Edward never would've let me sleep on the floor. Neither would Jake. They both would've carried me to bed. I guess I'd assumed that's just how men were, vampire and werewolf alike. He shrugged. "You didn't sleep on the floor, you slept on me. I was the one on the floor, and I didn't mind, so.." he shrugged again. I shook my head, attempting to get back on track. "What time is it?" I asked him. He gestured to her cable box, it read one seventeen. "One in the afternoon!?" I exclaimed, this time he gestured out the window. "Suns pretty high, even through the clouds, its pretty obviously daylight," he said dryly, and I twisted around in his arm, hoping he'd get the full effect of my glare. He chuckled lightly.
"You've been away from Rose for too long, you should go back." I whispered. "Do you want me to?" He sounded hurt. "No!" I said, a little too loudly. But it was true, I didn't want him to leave. I felt better with him close. He pulled me to my feet. "Go do that girly stuff that girls do. I'll take you back to the house with me." He said. I stared at him dumbly. "Rose isn't...you've been here all night. You left her to come here. I'm not...she's not going to want to see me. With you." I tried to explain, but the way he was looking at me (like a kindergartner trying to pronounce a word with too many syllables) got it all tangled up on my tongue, and it wouldn't come out right. He understood anyway I guess, as he pushed me to the stairs. "I'll worry about Rose. You worry about Edward. I'm sure you two'll have loads to talk about." He was right. Edward would be furious. I was trying to find ways to explain to him that it was nothing. This was twice I'd fallen asleep with Emmett, without it even seeming like falling asleep. There was never any stress with Emmett, so being awake with him was like dreaming. It was hard to tell when I started dreaming. It was hard to remember what we'd said....Oh God! The thought hit me like a ton of bricks. What had I said? I talked in my sleep, I knew that, but usually I talked about Edward, and Edward was the only one who'd heard me. Had I talked about Edward while sleeping with Emmett? Would I talk about Emmett while sleeping with Edward? I could see now this was building itself up to be some special kind of torture, and I wouldn't let it happen. I got out of the shower, blow dried and brushed my hair till it was straight, then I pulled it off of my face so it fell in a loose bun at the nape of my neck. Several pieces of hair refused to stay in the bun, as well as refused to stay straight, so they curled about my face randomly. I looked in the mirror, wondering how people like Alice and Rosalie could look so flawless all the time, and I always managed to look just a little messy. Must be the vampireness, I assumed.
Dressing in a pair of jeans and a deep green V neck sweater, I rushed downstairs. Emmett was in the kitchen, staring at the contents of my fridge. "See something you like there, Em?" He spun around, shaking his head slowly as though his disgust was so much he couldn't speak. I laughed. We left the house quickly, hoping no one would notice us (how they'd miss 6'5 Emmett Cullen was beyond me), hopped into my truck and headed up to the house.
Carlisle's Mercedes and Alice's Porsche were gone when we got there. It looked like only Rosalie and Edward were in the house. Emmett sighed. "Alice must've seen it," he told me, "She must've told everyone to steer clear." I nodded. It made sense, though it didn't bode well. If we were just going to have a friendly, "Okay, everybody, lets be friends now," conversation, there'd be no reason for the family to be gone. But if there was going to be broken furniture involved... Oh Lord. I realized I'd forgotten to ask Emmett something, and I'd probably never get the chance after today. "Em?" I whispered, but he turned his head and looked at me, like I'd spoken at full volume. "What'd I say last night?" I continued. He looked at me for a long moment, and then lowered his head into his hands, as if telling me was going to make this whole thing harder for him. He answered me through his hands. "You were having a nightmare. Scared the shit out of me at first. 'Where is he?' 'Where is he?' Your heart rate was all over the place. You were freaked." He sighed, raising his head so that he was looking at me, "Then you said my name. You kinda sighed it, you sounded happy. Like you'd found what you were looking for. Like I was what you were looking for." He finished quietly. I couldn't think of anything to say to that, so I nodded, and stepped from the car.
The house was unusually quiet when we got inside. Emmett listened, and then his brow furrowed, like he'd heard something he didn't like. Must've been the vampireness again, because I didn't hear anything at all. "They're both upstairs, in me && Rosie's bedroom." He told me, and then headed up the stairs. I followed after him quietly, trying to figure out what on Earth I was going to say to Edward. I'd been wrong yesterday, to push him the way I had and-
All reasonable thought left me, because Emmett had reached their room, and opened the door. Nothing in the world could've prepared me for what I saw.
Rosalie
Bella Swan's nerve is never ending. First she strolls into the hicktown that I call home and attracts the attention of the one man that didn't want me. Then, she goes and gets herself almost turned into lunch, and Edward feels guilty so we've got to pack up and move. Then she jumps off a damn cliff, so Edward tries to kill himself and ends up caught up with the Volturi. Then she somehow manages to make the one man who's pledged to love me forever want her. And then! When I'm finally getting some much needed sex from the aforementioned man who never wanted me, she has the nerve to interrupt! It doesn't surprise me at all that the fates have conspired to kill her so many times. She probably ruins all their fun.
Yet, there she was, flushing red, trying not to look at Edward, trying not to look at me. And Edward, God, Edward was just embarrassing. He'd ripped a blanket off the bed, trying desperately to cover himself. It worked. He'd hid his precious junk, but he'd exposed me. Not that I minded. I stretched languorously, daring Bella's eyes to take a quick peek. Let her see. Let them all see. Let Edward see what was destined for him. Let Bella see what she wasn't. Let Emmett see what he was leaving behind. I didn't mind a bit.
Stupid Bella Swan's eyes filled with tears, and Edward, well, so much for being a man, he was tripping and stumbling, trying to hold the blanket and explain to Bella that it was nothing, it was nothing. I'm sure I wasn't helping, laying there naked, looking like the cat who ate the canary, but what did I care really? Everything I had was seemingly laid out on a silver platter for Bella to snatch away as she chose, right? Time I took something back, I think. Speaking of everything I had, Emmett was staring at the bed, quietly, just staring, in particular at a pillow that had been destroyed sometime during round four, looking an awful lot like someone had just told him his puppy was dead.
I wished so much at that moment that I'd eaten some human food sometime before, so that I could excuse myself now to be violently sick. It was the only action I could think of that would show my utter disgust for this situation.
"Bella! Emmett!" I cried out brightly, their eyes both flew to mine, Bella looking terrified, Emmett just looking tired. "So nice to see you this fine afternoon," I purred, "would you like to have a seat?" I moved to the side of the bed so there was room for them to sit down. Or for one of them, at least. Edward would have to move to allow for both of them to sit, and he wasn't moving. He wasn't even blinking. Silly man.
"Where is everybody?" Emmett asked quietly. "Carlisle and Esme are at a medical symposium in Boston. Alice and Jasper are in New York. Nobody will be home until next week." Edward responded, his tone sullen. Bella still wouldn't look at him.
"Its just us! This happy little half of the family for the next few days," I giggled, "Whatever shall we do?" I placed a finger on my chin in thought, then let it trail down my neck, around my right breast, it had almost reached my nipple when Edward barked, "you could start by putting some clothes on." But I could hear the blood leaving his head, the comforter straining, he was hard again. Poor Bella. "No, I think I rather like the temperature in here just the way I am." I stretched again. Just because it felt good. "A shower then," Emmett cut in, quietly, "you stink of him," he growled the last. My eyes narrowed, how dare he be upset with me? "I should," I shot back, "His skins been on me since about twenty minutes after you left to go play with your food." I nodded at Bella. Edward growled this time, but remarkably, I felt no fear from Bella. She kept her eyes on her hands, which she was nervously ringing together. Emmett sighed.
"You want me to blame you, so that you can be angry. But I don't. I don't blame you. This is my fault. I deserve this." He said, and I couldn't help but look at him. Emmett, taking responsibility? Emmett, being a man? He growled low and long as his eyes shot to Edward, "But Bella should blame you, because Bella doesn't deserve this. This is not. Her. Fault. And you oughtta be a fucking shamed of yourself for this. For being found this way. You should know she doesn't want you. Listen to her! Listen to her mind, Edward. It's broken, she's quacked! This is nothing more than a ploy to get back at me! Which is fine! Maybe Rose and me.....maybe we're coming to an end. But you and Bella? You're just beginning!! And to end it like this...to let her see you like this!!" He stopped abruptly. Bella's shoulders were shaking. The smell of salt in the air was unmistakable. She was crying. Emmett pulled her to him. "I'm sorry, Minnie," he whispered into her hair, "I'm sorry you had to see that." And they walked out of the room, closing the door behind them.
Something hot and angry was twisting in my stomach as I looked at Edward. His face was visibly paler, and the hard on he'd been sporting for me moments before was a distant memory now. Ah, the power of human tears. Score one for Bella Swan. But this game was far from over. I rose slowly, flaunting everything I had left. My body was the only perfection this wretched life gave me, and if it couldn't get me out of this, it was good for nothing as well.
"I think I'm going for that shower now," I called over my shoulder to Edward, as I swayed my hips seductively walking towards the bathroom door. I turned the water on as high and hot as it would go. It felt like little fingers massaging me, and I leaned into the spray.
The sound of his hands on the door knob was like music to my ears. He stepped into the shower, wrapping his arms around my waist, muttering how wrong this was into my ear. But here he was. In the shower. With me. Again.
Score two for Rosalie Hale.
A/N: I know, I know. Its sick and twisted, but I'm liking crazy Rosalie. She'll stay for a while. It'll be interesting to see what she does to the plot, don't you think? I honestly want you to know that this isn't going the way I'd planned it at all. I'm a character writer. I build my characters, with real personalities, and then I put them in the situation and see what they do. I try to keep them in character as best as I can, not manipulating them to fit the story, I'd rather manipulate the story to fit them. When put in the situation, Rosalie snapped. I saw it coming about as much as you did. Now the story's changed, so forgive me if it takes longer to update. And sorry for this extra long note. I don't do these, in general. 7 reviews = the next chapter.