Ahh bonjour mes petites fleurs! I'm going to Paris tomorrow so I need to brush up on my french =D I'm wondering where on Earth July and august have gone :(

Anyone else going to miss Rachelle Lefevre?

Emmett's POV

I walked down the porch steps and followed the very obvious trail My Angel had left behind. It was straight and direct and I could smell nothing particularly appetizing at the end of it. Something told me that Rosalie wasn't really going hunting. A part of me (the part which was burning the back of my throat with thirst) wished she was.

Sure enough, as I neared the end of the trail, her aroma became stronger and it mixed with something that seemed fresh and cool - water. There she sat, the sun gently caressing her skin making it sparkle and glitter, her bare feet dipped in the water of the fresh spring and she had her arms wrapped around her delicate body as if she were upset by something.

I wanted to run over and console her, but if she was breathtaking before, then there were no words to describe her now... All the air in my body was knocked out of me and I almost had to grab a tree nearby to keep my self from falling to my knees, which I was sure was not a common occurrence for vampires - especially not newborns! It wasn't physically possible for me to move at that moment.

She turned around so quickly that I would have blushed if it were at all possible. She tried to compose the shocked look on her face but I could still see the torture in her eyes. I wished to know what pained her so much so that I could fix it.

I didn't understand why, but now her pain was my pain.

"Sorry." I whispered.I could barely speak, there was something terribly heart wrenching about the pain in her eyes and it was consuming me.

For a moment I considered turning around and leaving but something pulled me towards her and before I knew it was sitting beside her. I hadn't even realised that I had left my new home without any shoes on. I was wearing a pair of black trousers and a plain white shirt. I wondered vaguely who had dressed me during my transformation and I suddenly hoped it wasn't Rosalie...

Embarrassment swam through me and I tried to stop it reaching my face. It mustn't have worked.

Rosalie laughed. It was like sweet sun chimes. She still hadn't spoke to me, yet I was quite sure I was already in love with her. I had loved her the moment she took me in her arms and told me I was going to live, though those vague human memories did her true beauty no justice.

The perfection of that moment made me completely speechless. The birds sang sweet tunes that mixed with the sound of the water flowing gently and Rosalie's laughter. It created something almost like a melody. One that I would never forget.

"What are you laughing at?" I smiled and waited to hear her sweet angelic voice answer me.

"You, Emmett." She said simply. Her voice was ten billion times better than I could have imagined and for just a second, her dazzling smile reached her eyes making them sparkle almost like her skin.

I knew in that moment that I could do it. I could save her from whatever was paining her, or at least ease the pain. I had to.

I stood up from my armchair. I had to ease Rose's pain. This wasn't over. I wasn't going to let My Angel go just like that. I didn't care if it took a year, a decade or a century. I'd be there for her. I'd make things right.

I raced up the stairs before Alice could stop me with one of her visions. She wouldn't have seen much due to my sudden decision to go to Rosalie. I stopped outside our bedroom door and took an unnecessary breath before I opened the door.

I walked slowly and steadily towards the bed where Rosalie had curled up under the blanket. I didn't know what I was going to do or say but all I wanted was to take her in my arms and tell her it was OK, like she had done for me all those years ago when I was nearly dead.

I sat down beside her and brushed the hair away from her face with my fingers, bracing myself for a flinch that never came. I was relieved but now I could see her face more clearly. Her eyes were closed but the pain was still visible on her beautiful face. I wrapped my arms gently but firmly around her.

"No." She whimpered quietly but frantically as she tried to battle her way out of my arms, punching my chest with her fists. I held on even more tightly, refusing to let go. But it was a half hearted struggle and she gave up quickly, embracing me tightly and sobbing into my chest. I brushed my lips on her hair, whispering apology after apology, though I knew that I hadn't been forgiven yet.

I rubbed my hand up and down her back soothingly, though it was the best part of an hour before she calmed down properly. Her trembling eased and she finally looked up at me. But she wasn't looking at me like she used to. Something had changed and it scared me.

The silence that lingered between the two of us told me that Rosalie was too hurt to forgive me so easily and I would just have to be patient. I nodded silently in understanding to what she couldn't tell me. I was too afraid my voice would give away the fear in my heart. I could now only muster three words:

"I love you." As long as she knew I meant it...

Guys I know this is a bit of a pathetic chapter but I'm ridiculously tired and I wanted to update before I left for Paris! You can be sure the next one is gonna be a corker though :) I tried to update a 2 weeks ago before I left for the seaside but typically fanfiction wouldn't let anyone sign in! This is the first chance I've got to update before I leave again...

So I'll leave you clever cookies with this thought!

It's been around for millions of years but it's no more than a month old... What is it?

Hmmmm... Quite the pickle!

xxx