At last. Home. It had been at least and hour and a half, and I knew his time was running low. Every once in a while, he would smile at me slightly, but for the most part, he was already unresponsive…I needed to know his name. We were only a mile or so away, and I could see the little four bedroom log house on the hill.

"You'll be okay" I breathed, even though he probably couldn't hear me. When we got within a few hundred feet of the house, I closed my eyes and prepared myself for what was to come.

"What—who—wh—Rose!" Edward stuttered from the bench swing on the wrap around porch. It was hard not to laugh. He looked so utterly confused, and annoyed.

"Just don't talk to me Edward…I don't have time for this" I breezed past him, and carefully walked inside—with the man. Carlisle and Esme were both standing in the kitchen. Carlisle was filling out medical forms from the hospital he recently got a job at, and Esme was doing the dishes. As we entered the room, I heard the beautiful cream colored china smash to the ground.

"What happened?" Esme put her hand to her mouth in shock, and Carlisle stared for a short minute before composing himself. I didn't waste a minute.

"Carlisleyouhavetohelpmehe'sdyinghelp!" I squished it all into one word, but he understood what I had said.

"Lay him on the couch in the family room…" he stood up from the table and followed me. Esme was still standing at the sink with shards of china at her feet.

"I'll take a look at his injuries…" Carlisle started to survey him once I laid the man down. Even with only a simple first aid kit available, he immediately knew the extent of his injuries. Edward stood in the doorway.

"Emmett…"

"What?" Carlisle and I asked in unison…Emmett?

"His name is Emmett. Emmett McCarty…I can hear him very clearly." He nodded. Emmett…beautiful…I liked it. I noticed Emmett's heart beat getting faint now, and his breathing slowing. He hadn't much time.

"There's not much I can do…he's beyond repair…" he trailed off

"Yes, there is something you can do…please…I need him." I stared into his eyes searching for an answer, hoping he would change Emmett—for me.

"Rose…you're so dramatic…'I need him' you just met him…"

"Shut up, Edward!" Carlisle and I both yelled, Carlisle a lot calmer than me. Esme stood in the kitchen, behind Edward. Carlisle nodded and looked, at Emmett the human, one last time. When Carlisle bit him, he didn't even make a sound. He was in so much pain already. It wasn't until the venom spread through his system that his first screams came, and I comprehended what I had done. Putting him through so much pain…making Carlisle turn him into a monster for my own selfish happiness. But really, I justified, I had no choice. I would've been completely distraught if I had let him go. Hopefully he could learn to love me back…

Over the next few days, I was the only one who stayed with him every second. Every scream of his was painful for me too…I didn't know why. Nonetheless, I held his hand the whole time. He was still rather pleasant to look at. As his skin got paler and paler, and he became more flawless than I expected, the seriousness of what I did started to weigh on me. Even though I knew it was selfish, I couldn't help feeling somewhat happy. I had him for eternity, and that was enough to make me not completely regretful of the last two years. It's all so clear in my mind, even now, over seventy years later. I remember. Sitting on that couch for days on end, hoping beyond hope he would want me. On the third day, it was all almost done. His screams were starting to die down, and his fists were clenched less tightly around my hands. He was almost as cold as me now. Within minutes, the pain seemed completely gone—done.

"Emmett? I'm Rose…are you alright?" he didn't wonder how I knew his name

"You…the angel, from earlier…?" I laughed. I was so far from an angel…

"No, I'm no angel…" he opened his eyes—red, of course, but no less captivating and naïve. Finally, he smiled again…oh…those dimples.

"So…I'm not in heaven? But since that's over, and you're here…I can assume I'm not in hell either…?" he seemed unsure

"No…"

"Are you sure I'm not in heaven…I think I also saw god before…" I laughed…Carlisle…some people had that reaction to him…

"Positive…that wasn't god, I'm not an angel, and you are currently in Clark, Kentucky." Upon looking down, I noticed he was still holding my hand…please…don't let go…

"Oh…so I'm not dead?"

"Not really…" he, of course, was bewildered. An adorably puzzled expression crossed his face.

"I'm so sorry…" again, the guilt was hitting me…

"About what?" would he still like me once he knew? I begged god, or fate, or something to let us be together…

"It was my fault…everything…" and I explained it all. He never once flinched, not even when I first said it—vampire. He eagerly agreed to stay with us, and stay on a vegetarian diet. He never asked questions, just answered mine, smiling at me the whole time. I smiled back, and then, I was completely gone. I hadn't planned on falling in love, because nobody ever plans it, really. But I didn't want anything else but him.

"I really am sorry, Emmett."

"Rose…I…why?" it made me happy and annoyed to hear him say this…did he not know what I had done to him? Did he not care? Edward walked up to the chaise and stood beside both of us.

"He doesn't care about any of it Rose…he thinks that if you're a vampire, it can't be so terrible…he thinks you're perfect." Edward snorted. Emmett looked surprised.

"How did you know that?" only a few days ago, he would've been blushing

"This is my…brother…Edward…he can read minds, just so you know." I didn't take my eyes off of him. I never believed in love at first sight, but I knew then for a fact that it did exist.

"We should take him hunting, Rose…he must be thirsty." Edward spoke up.

"Come with me?" Emmett looked at me, wondering

"Anywhere."