Rosalie
3. Hunting
I glanced at him quickly and then fixed my eyes on the crowd of leaves above me. This was a question I was not prepared to answer. Not because I did not want to, it was purely because I did not know the answer. I had no idea why Edward had winked at me. I was well aware that it meant he knew something that I didn't, and I could not stand not knowing! Why did he pester me so? I badly wanted to find out why he winked at me, what he meant by it. I also (for some peculiar reason) wanted to lift my head up and look at Emmett to see if I could work out what he made of my silence in response to his question. "Rosalie?" He prompted. I replied truthfully, knowing not what else I could say. "I honestly have no idea." I said simply. I knew that he understood that I was telling the truth and we shared no more words on the subject.
Now I decided it was my turn to ask questions, there were so many things that I was desperate to ask him, but I had not convinced myself that he would forgive me for what I had done to him. It was for this reason that I had been avoiding his company ever since he joined our family. This was the perfect opportunity though and I was not prepared to miss it. "Why were you fighting a bear Emmett?" I asked. He chuckled before answering, his golden eyes glistening brightly. "I could've handled it!" He said defensively, making me grin. I raised my eyebrow and demanded the truth. "Okay, I was a little stupid," He admitted "I thought for some strange reason that I would be...stronger than the bear." We both erupted into fits of laughter and I listened as, strangely enough, my bell like giggle seemed to mix perfectly with his booming laughter.
"Well," I began as our laughter died out "I bet you could take one down now." To tell the truth, I'd just smelt one about a mile away and I was eager to see how he handled it. He grinned as he had smelt it too. I saw a small bit of fear in his eyes but it was clouded by the utter excitement of a possible fight. This made me smile.
Emmett grinned in anticipation as we began running towards the smell. "Race you!" He shouted above the wind that whistled in our ears. Without agreeing, I speeded up as did he and before long, he was shooting off ahead of me. "That is unfair!" I called after him. It was a well known fact that newborns where naturally faster and not to mention stronger than other vampires for a brief time. Emmett heard me, but he didn't stop, he just turned around to me for a moment, a huge smile spread across his face, before he disappeared ahead. He was so funny! I loved him! Then I froze...and mentally rearranged those thoughts. He was funny and... I loved him? Suddenly those words made more sense to me than anything else, ever! Sudden realisation washed over me and everything clicked. I no longer had to ask Edward why he winked at me, I knew! He Knew! He knew before even I knew myself!
"Rosalie?" Emmett's voice broke into my thoughts. Oh no...Emmett! What should I say? He looked at me with a worried expression. "You're okay right?" he asked. I nodded frantically and I remembered what we were laughing about before, I remembered him wanting to hunt that bear. Oh. I didn't want to ruin that for him. I forced myself to push those thoughts aside and carry on as normal, at least until I got home. I couldn't talk to anyone though. What would they think? No. I had to keep it to myself. That was possible. I hoped. "Come on." I finally managed. I spread a fake smile across my face, praying that he would fall for it. Luck was with me, he turned around and began running towards the scent of the bear again and this time I followed without stopping. I focused on the scent and let nothing else distract me.
I arrived at the scene sometime after Emmett had and he had already launched himself on the poor beast and was in the middle of wrestling it to the ground. And soon, as I watched, I felt all my worries float away and I found myself leaning against a tree, laughing so hard that I was clutching my stomach as if it was going to fall apart. I watched as the bear squirmed helplessly, growing weaker and weaker. Finally, Emmett laid the bear to rest, not so much in peace though. He sunk his teeth quickly into its fury neck and with a quick jerk of his head; half of the bear was sent rolling towards my feet. "I have bear head on my shoe." I said, disgusted.
"Woah!" he shouted.
"That's a pretty poor excuse for a shirt."I said, kicking the furry head away from me. He smiled and I was sure that my heart would have skipped a beat if it could beat at all. His original white shirt was now a dark ruby red colour and had been shredded so much that it was virtually none existent. We both started laughing again and before I knew it, we had both sunk to the floor and were rolling around, giggling amongst the flowers.