The Cliff
Emmett's POV
"Have the Volturi contacted Carlisle yet?" Rosalie stood on the edge of the cliff. The wind blew her long blond hair away from her face. The sun was out, and her skin glowed like an angel's. If she wasn't in such a bad mood she might even resemble an angel, but with the scowl she wore she looked more like an angry and vengeful goddess.
I stood beside her, looking out at the ocean, admiring the way the waves crashed against the rocks below us. "No, not yet, and Alice hasn't had any visions in a while."
Rosalie turned and looked at me, the scowl still darkening her face. "Why doesn't Carlisle contact the Volturi then?"
"Because, everything is calm right now, and he doesn't feel the need to stir things up. The Volturi are never in a rush anyway." I said.
She sighed. "Carlisle is putting us in danger."
"Rose, you've said that a million times, you know I don't really agree." I was getting frustrated with Rose's attitude. I did partially agree with her, but in truth I felt very protective over Bella, and I was willing to face danger head on for her sake. Rose knew this, and was strangely jealous. I don't understand her jealousy. I would put myself in harms way to protect the rest of the family, Bella was no different.
"Rose, no one ever said you have to like Bella, but at least try to remain courteous with her. No more sneering at her, not even behind her back." I took her hand and pulled her into my arms. Tilting my head down and I gently kissed her lips, causing her to sigh softly. "Please love, it would make me happy." I kissed her more deeply, my tongue dancing with her own.
"Of course love." She tugged on my hand and pulled me down into the grass.