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Rose POV
What have I done? I hate being a vampire. I hate that I can never have children. I hate that we have to keep moving to dreary places, only to stay until Edward gets an inkling that a person in town knows that there is something strange about us.
I hate all of these things and more about this "life."
The life that I just begged my creator to condemn someone else to.
Emmett McCarty is now lying in front of me, writhing and screaming in pain. He must be close to awakening. Soon, I hope. His physical appearance is changing by the moment.
His dark, curly hair has taken on a greater sheen and more controlled look. His badly torn face has healed and is smooth and perfect. The skin is becoming paler with every glance.
It has been three days. Three days since I found him and the bear. Three days since I selfishly took him from his loving family.
"For God's sake, Rose! Shut up!" Edward spat at me.
"Edward!" Esme scolded him.
"All she's thinking is how horrible this life is and how awful she is for bringing Emmett into it." He glared at me with disgust written all over his face.
I glared back until I felt Esme's arms wrap around me. I wasn't until then that I realized I was shaking uncontrollably. "Shh, everything is going to be fine Rose. He'll wake up and be a new man."
"Carlisle!" Edward yelled. I snapped my head up to see that Emmett had become deathly still.
As a vampire, I have flashes of my human life from time to time. This time it was seeing my grandfather laid out in our front parlor after his death; my mother pushing me to look at his face and kiss him goodbye one last time. Emmett's pallid complexion was comparable to Grandfather's in death. I quickly shut my eyes and pushed the human memory away.
Emmett's heart was beating wildly, at least ten times faster than any normal heart rate. I'd been through the change myself, but it was difficult seeing someone I already felt so connected to be in so much agony. And to know that the agony was my fault made it worse.
Carlisle flew into the room and swiftly knelt beside Emmett, who was still lying on Esme's rug. "He could awaken at any moment. Esme, Rose, go to the far corner. Edward, you go and stand in front of them. He could be wild."
"No, Carlisle! He needs to know that I chose this for him. I will not hide from my mistake. I want to be the first thing he sees." Edward rolled his eyes and mumbled something about my stubbornness.
"Rose, I know you have feelings for this young man but as a rather large newborn, he is going to be terribly strong. Possibly to the point of being out of control. I do not want you or Esme or Edward, for that matter, to be injured."
"Rose, he's not a baby duck. I seriously doubt he will fall in love with the first person he sees. It doesn't work that way, as we know from experience." Edward sneered at me.
Esme coughed lightly. "Must you two always be at each other's throats? We are about to welcome a new member of our family. Would you want to wake up to a herd of bickering vampires? Rose, you're going to come back here and stand with me and that's final. Now!" She turned and began making her way to the far corner of the room when I heard the voice I have been desperately replaying in my head for three days.
"Um, where…? Dr. Cullen?" Emmett's voice was more glorious than I recalled. It was deeper, warmer, and manlier (if that was even possible.)
I could only stare as Esme pulled me back toward her. Emmett stood up in a flash. His body was pure perfection. Chiseled, muscular and topped with the beautiful dark curls.
"Yes, Emmett. Do you remember who I am?" Carlisle looked as if he was ready to take Emmett down at any moment. I seriously doubted he could. With that thought, Edward turned and looked at me with a raised eyebrow and just shook his head. It seemed he was telling me that wouldn't be necessary. Emmett's posture was perfectly calm.
"Of course I know who you are. You've helped my family so much. We could never forget you. Hot damn, I'm thirsty. Y'all have any water or lemonade in the house?" He asked for a drink so innocently that it nearly shattered my frozen heart. Carlisle and Esme looked concerned.
Smart ass Edward broke the silence with an arrogant laugh. In a split second, Emmett had Edward pinned by neck, with the floor boards splintering and spitting wood everywhere.
"You don't laugh at a McCarty, asshole!" Emmett boomed with a voice so loud it shook the walls.
"Stop, Emmett! You'll break his neck!" Esme shrieked as Carlisle pulled backwards on Emmett's shoulders.
His one hand could almost go completely around Edward's neck. Emmett had Edward's head through the floor when Esme's voice stopped him.
Emmett's crimson eyes flew up to find where the voice had come from. His eyes landed on Esme, who was standing in front of me, immediately.
"Please?" Esme begged, in barely a whisper.
The recognition of what he was doing ran through his eyes and he quickly jumped up and lifted Edward with him.
"I'm so sorry. I don't know what in the hell got into me." His face was sincerely apologetic as he looked from Carlisle to Esme and finally to Edward.
Edward stretched his neck out and only shrugged. "I'm Edward, by the way." He said as he extended his hand to Emmett.
Emmett looked at his hand for a moment, then had Edward wrapped up in a hug in the blink of an eye.
"I'm so sorry, man. I didn't mean to. My temper is crazy. M'am, I apologize to you too. I didn't mean to upset you." As he turned to speak to Esme, he finally looked at me.
It felt as if time stopped and Emmett and I were the only two people on earth. I felt something besides disgust and self-hate for the first time since my change.
Emmett was across the room in three steps. He drew his thumb down my cheek so very carefully, like I was made of porcelain.
"My angel" He whispered as he kissed my forehead.
He clasped my hand and turned to face a very surprised Carlisle, Esme and Edward.
"Alright folks, number one y'all have some explaining to do. I know I ain't dead, cause this sure ain't heaven or hell."
He down at me, "Beautiful, I need to know how you got that damn bear off me and carried me here."
He looked at Carlisle, "And I need you to tell me what's wrong with me. I feel like I could fight an army by myself and I put Eddie's head through the floor a minute ago. That shit ain't normal."
Then he looked to Esme, "Please, m'am, I'll drink whatever you got. My throat is on fire."
Carlisle walked over and put his arm around Emmett.
"Emmett, let's go outside. We need to talk." Emmett let go of my hand and I began to follow them outside when Edward grabbed my arm.
"I have a feeling you better stay in here, Rose." The look on his face told me he was deathly serious. We could all hear from inside, anyway.
"Emmett, son, you almost died from the bear attack. Rose found you and carried you here to me. You have been in great pain for three days."
"Yes, Dr. Cullen. I know all that. But I want to know the hows and whys!" Emmett's voice was beginning to rise.
"Ok, son, calm down. Rose was able to save you because she's very strong. We all are. Even you." Carlisle sighed. "I don't know how else to tell you this. Emmett, you're not human anymore."
"Not…human…anymore?" Emmett repeated slowly.
"He's very confused." Edward whispered to Esme and I.
"We're vampires, Emmett." Wow, Carlisle, way to break it to him easily.
"Vampires? Like Dracula? What am I gonna tell Momma?" Emmett's voice was booming again.
"You can't go back to your family, Emmett. You're not strong enough. You would surely kill them all. I know that would tear you apart inside."
"I would never do that to my family! How dare you say that!"
"He's very angry!" Edward said loud enough for Carlisle to hear.
"You're damn right I'm angry! I can't leave my family! They need me!" I looked out the window and saw that Emmett was visibly shaking.
"Emmett, you must relax." Carlisle said calmly.
"Go to hell, Dr. Cullen!" Emmett screamed as he ran off the porch, destroying the steps and railings in the process.
My head spun as I watched him sprint off into the deep forest surrounding our house.
My body and heart knew what to do before my mind could process it.
I tore through the front door and leapt over the damage Emmett had left.
I have to find him.
I have to bring him back to where he belongs.
I have to catch him before he does something he will regret for the rest of his existence.
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