AN: I would like to dedicate this chapter to Alice-Cullen-Fan26, for being my second reviewer of this story. Thanks! Hope y'all like this chapter.

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Chapter Four: 1935- My Angel In Her Arms (Selene's POV)

"Where's Rose? She said she wanted me to go for a hunt with her today." I asked myself as I walked into the library in our house. Carlisle was at work, Edward was God-knows-where on a rebellious tangent and Esme was at the college she was attending. Rosalie and I were the only ones home. But apparently, Rosalie had up and left while I was down town.

It had been two years since Rosalie Hale had joined my family. She bugged me at times, what with her I'm-better-than-you-so-I'm-the-alpha attitude towards me. She hated that I didn't care about the latest fashion and that I wouldn't go shopping with her every other weekend, so today was supposed to by our 'sister' bonding hunting trip. So much for that.

I found a note on the coffee table in the middle of the room. It was written in her fancy scrawl of handwriting.

Selene-

Sorry I left, but I really needed to hunt before

class tonight and I didn't know when you would

be home. If you still want to join me, I'll be in the

northern half of the forest. See you soon.

Yours truly,

Rosalie

I sighed. What a self-absorbed girl. I had told her I would be back within the hour, and I had gotten home in half an hour. What ever. I'd go find her and let this go, in an attempt at a truce. So I darted up to my bedroom. Mine was the only one in the house without the wall of windows connected to the back. Instead, I had one small window, allowing the soft glow of the afternoon sun in. In the family, I was the most vampire, when it came to preferring darker spots.

Though I didn't need it, I grabbed my favorite blue parka off my queen-sized bed. Then I shot down the stairs to the front door. Just as I opened the white wood, I smelled it. The strong scent of human blood drawing closer.

I froze. This wasn't the same smell that I smelled in every human, everyday. It was stronger, more potent. I couldn't move, because, if did, I would lose all remaining control over my body and the hunting instinct would take over. I had never tasted human blood in my fourteen years as a vampire, but this blood was so much stronger than any other. Two words ran through my head from a conversation with Carlisle after Esme had joined our family.

Blood Singer. Who ever was the carrier of this delicious, seductive blood was my singer. But no humans ever came out this far into the forest. Why-?

Just like someone reading my mind, my question was answered. Rosalie broke through the tree line, covered in the blood of the human she was carrying. I gasped in a fast breath and stopped breathing. I felt a draw to the human she carried. Not just from the blood, but a steel cable was drawing me to him. But then I got a wisp of Rose's thoughts.

Got to save him. Stupid Bear! I can't bite him though, I'll end up-. SELENE! Where's Carlisle?

She screamed at me through her thoughts. I sucked in a burning breath and ran to the phone in our kitchen. I had quieted the thirst, but hadn't diminished it. If I hadn't hunted just yesterday, I probably would have snapped.

"Dr. Cullen speaking," his voice flowed smoothly through the receiver.

"Carlisle! You need to get home. NOW!" I hissed, still trying to keep myself in check.

"Selene? What is it?" he asked, worry and wonder all wrapped up in his voice.

"Just get home Dad! Rosalie needs your help!" Then I hung up the phone. Rosalie had the man sprawled on the ground so that his body could lay straight. Bloody or not, I could tell the man was gorgeous. Even as he grimaced in severe pain at whatever damage was done and the sting as Rosalie cleaned him off, I could see the childish dimples on his cheeks.

What happened to him? I asked her with my mind. I could transmit my thoughts to those who couldn't read minds. I did this so I wouldn't have to speak and deplete my stock of air. Though I could, in theory, go indefinitely without it.

She looked up at me, with panic in her eyes. I could tell by her thoughts that she loved him. That love made me jealous, because he was my singer. Not hers. I felt the cable bond. Not her. It looked like I wouldn't get him if Carlisle could save him though.

A bear, in the forest, mauled him! I got there just in time to finish off the bear and carry him here. I don't think he has much time.

I was stunned as I watched Rosalie's memory of finding the man. As I watched, I became aware of his thoughts.

Ugh! Pain. So much pain. I can't even remember my name…no, there it is. Emmett. Emmett McCarty. If I just hold on to-. Who are they?

A picture of Rose sitting next to him and me standing in the doorway popped into his head. I breathed his name even too low for Rosalie's sensitive ears.

"Emmett." It sounded perfect on my lips. Like I was only meant to say his name.

Then, Carlisle burst through the door and halted when he saw the injured man on the ground. He was stunned. He looked like he wasn't sure what to think. His thoughts were wordless.

??????????????

"CARLISLE! SAVE HIM!" was all Rosalie yelled. That was all it took to put my father into action. He dropped to one knee and examined him. With one look at Rosalie's pleading face, decision swept across his face. Carlisle bent his head, and began to bite Emmett. My Emmett. The man I wanted, but Rosalie would get.