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I wasn't exactly planning on continuing, but I became inspired...
Don't you just love those moments... haha
I really just threw this chapter together.
Hope you like it. :]
Edward's Point of View
I felt like a Geico commercial. The whole "If a caveman can do it, any one can." slogan applied to my situation with Bella compared to Rosalie's with Emmett. For instance, if Rosalie, when she was still a savage, thirsty newborn could resist her la tua cantante, (she was the caveman in this analogy), I, who had been practicing control for years, could do it too.
I felt so confident right now. I had kissed Bella in the meadow. I'd kissed her. That was something Rosalie had never had to do. I almost felt like the younger sibling that so desperately wanted to brag about something that they'd been able to accomplish that the elder had never been able to. I almost felt like gloating to her right now. But of course I knew I shouldn't because she'd rip my head off for being so careless with Bella…
I remembered one thing that Rosalie had done that was considered heroic that day. I'd never be able to do it, but then again, I hoped I would never have to…
Flash back
I was scowling as I returned from my hunting trip and saw what the "cat dragged in from her hunting trip. Rosalie was standing, covered in human blood, her eyes wide in horror staring over the huge, but still childish man on the dining room table screaming and clawing furiously at his throat, where Carlisle had bitten him. He was thrashing wildly begging for "his angel to stay with him in hell." Rosalie shhhh-ed him cooing and comforting him like she was talking to a baby. (her tone disgusted me.)
Then what she did surprised me. She kissed his throat where Carlisle had bit him like a mother kissing her son's scraped knee. At first, I'd thought that she was going to drink his blood. His blood did smell pretty delicious. But, I wrinkled my nose in disgust. Rosalie was covered in his bright blood. I mean she was drenched! I'd never seen so much blood in my entire life. Okay, wait maybe I had… But still my point was, there was a ton of blood. I watched Rosalie carefully and I gasped when I heard some of her thoughts racing through her mind. To me, this man's blood smelled pretty normal, a generic human's. Pretty easy to resist. But to her…. Her throat was burning like the fires of hell. This blood to her, was the most delicious, desirable blood in the entire world. This man's blood was singing to her. This situation was la tua cantante… I saw Rosalie glance to me as the man screamed piercingly again thrashing harshly taking quick staggered breaths panting and trying to rip away the fire by clawing at his skin. Carlisle told Rosalie to hold his hand back, because he was about to get extremely strong and he could do some damage. Rosalie looked at me pleadingly. Carlisle didn't know that he was it. He had no idea how hard this was for Rosalie already. She knew she couldn't take his bloodied mangled hand because she would need to drink it. She was holding her breath already. Rosalie covered her mouth and nose, and her expression held embarrassment. She was embarrassed that she was showing weakness. I nodded to her and reached out and took the man's wrist pinning it to his side.
"It hurts! It hurts…" The man wailed grimacing in pain. I was surprised he had enough in him to still be able to talk. For him to be such a tough looking guy, he was sure screaming a lot though.
"I know… I know… It will all go away soon. I promise." Rosalie said soothingly. Carlisle patted her on the back, when he withdrew his hand in had a little bit of blood on it. God, How much blood did this guy lose? Rosalie was drenched! I saw in the man's scattered frantic thoughts that he'd been attacked by a bear, then the angel he was talking about was Rosalie and when she saved him. Awww how sweet he thought she was an angel. Just wait until he really meets her. I laughed to myself in my mind. I wondered why Rosalie didn't just kill him. It was such a waste, finding that one's blood that tasted like nothing else in the entire world. The man groaned and squirmed again trying to rip his wrist out of my hand. He was surprisingly strong for a human. Esme appeared with a long tough leather restraint belt looking thing and handed it to Carlisle with a sad expression on her face.
Oh he still looks like such a baby... It was awful what that bear did with him. I am so glad Rosalie was able to save him. Esme thought in a low tone, like a whisper in her mind. Edward, keep a listen on Rosalie, she looks like she's taking this pretty hard. Esme begged me. I nodded slightly so she would know. Rosalie tensed when she saw what Carlisle was doing. He wound the thick restraining belt around the underside of the table and strapped the man to the table so he was pinned there unable to break anything. Rosalie's screaming and thrashing hadn't even been this bad! I almost smiled. This guy would never live that down… Screaming harder than Rosalie Hale…Wow. The corners of my mouth twitched into a smile.
This man was so surprisingly inhumanly strong for a human. The man moaned and his eyes rolled back in his head. Rosalie touched his cheek tenderly and his gaze focused on her intently.
"Don't make it harder Rose." I mumbled to her. If she so terribly wanted this man's blood, why was she pushing her control? Probably because she was so stubborn and pig headed. But it was too late, when she withdrew her hand, her fingertips had blood on them. She whimpered, still holding her breath her voice high pitched. She closed her trembling hand and put it back down to her side. Carlisle patted her shoulder in approval. His thoughts were revolving around being proud of Rosalie. He still had no idea how proud he should be though. She was resisting her singer's blood.
"Carlisle?" A broken, vulnerable, weak voice asked. It was Rosalie.... She sounded so pitiful.
"What do you need Rosalie?" Carlisle asked. He looked to the man on the table whose breathing was coming quick and labored now.
"My record…" She started, ashamed. No! She couldn't give up now. She couldn't let the monster take over. Then she slowly opened her hand, his blood dripping from it. She brought her hand to her mouth. I was about to protest when she began licking the blood from her fingers thirstily, but still in a composed manner. Carlisle's eyes were wide; he didn't know how to respond to this. Rosalie brought her other hand to her mouth and began tasting the blood, more quickly this time though. She mmmm'd closing her eyes. She smiled. She licked at the blood covering her arms then she looked down to the fabric of her dress. She was panting thirstily. She knelt down to the floor and brought her mouth to the floor, his blood there too. I would have laughed seeing Rosalie Hale crawl around on her hands and knees licking the floor not wanting to waste one drop of his precious blood, but… I couldn't bring myself to laugh. She was probably so ruled by her blood lust right now that she didn't have enough sense to know how humiliating this was. I knelt down and touched her shoulder. She shot her head up and snarled at me baring her teeth thinking I wanted her to share. Then her wild eyes calmed and she apologized quickly. Rosalie's eyes began searching over the floor and she pounced quickly on any drop of his blood she saw. When she had finished off the room and floor her eyes shot to him. Her eyes had a reddish tint to them now, not dominant, but a slight ruby shade colored her irises.
"Rosalie remember who you are." Carlisle said gently as Rosalie slowly approached the man's bedside. Rosalie didn't turn back. "Rosalie…" Carlisle repeated. Rosalie didn't pounce on the man like I thought she would. She placed her right hand on his chest spreading her fingers. She had her hand right about where his heart should still be faintly beating. She closed her eyes and smiled. She took a deep breath smelling the blood. "Rosalie. Don't forget who you are." Carlisle whispered tensing further. Rosalie smiled and grabbed the man's bloody hand lifting it to her lips.
"Rose, darling." Esme murmured pleading. But, Rosalie didn't bite the man. She just again sucked the blood off of the surface. Carlisle gasped apparently as surprised as I was. Rosalie crawled up onto the dining room table beside him. Carlisle and Esme shot me a questioning glance their thoughts screaming. 'EDWARD WHAT IS SHE THINKING?!' The truth was, I didn't know. She wasn't thinking anything. Her mind was absolutely blank to me for the moment… After she was finished, Rosalie closed her eyes and laid her head on the man's chest where she could listen to his heartbeat. For once, the man had stopped screaming! She laid there her head on his chest, she never moving a muscle except to talk to him. She learned a bit about him, including his name. Emmett. When he learned her name he never stopped whispering it. Rosalie laid on the table in the same position feeling Emmett's changing heartbeat for seventy one hours and fifty eight minutes. (the last two minutes she changed out of her soiled, bloody dress, into a fresh one.) Three days. Rosalie had done the impossible. Carlisle, Esme, and... even I were proud of her. She resisted the irresistible temptation of la tua cantante…
I'd never understood how or why Rosalie had resisted the urge, the desire, the craving, the need for Emmett's blood.
Until I met Bella….
Now I understood why Rosalie didn't kill him.
Love.
Now I knew how Rosalie didn't kill him.
Unconditional
Irrevocable
Love.
Hope you enjoyed it! :]
I really had a good time writing this...
Don't you love
"What IF's?"
I was almost asleep when that question...
BAM!
What if Emmett's blood had been to Rosalie what Bella's blood was to Edward?
entered my mind.
Oh and as for the Rosalie licking blood off the floor....
I just thought, if someone spilled the best melted Godiva chocolate on the floor would I lick it up if I was really hungry?
The answer was
YES!
hahahahahaha
I just thought licking blood off the floor would be a good way to show just how desperate she was for his blood and how ruled by her thirst she was.
Nothing against Rosalie at all!
She's my favorite. (obviously) :]
:] :] :]
Hope you enjoyed.
Reviews are appeciated. :]
{OMG I just realized how many gazillion times I've said blood, or bloody in this story... hahaha}