This is going to continue from where Rosalie left off last chapter. No Virgo in this one, but the next chapter will go back to them.

Chapter 7

Grateful for a Prayer.

Rosalie POV

I arrived at the school grounds, just watching for any signs of life. I waited for any of the wolves to show up, but they never did. I waited for nearly four hours, just sitting there for any signs that school would be over soon.

The final bell rang, at last, and I dashed down the hill where I waited, to stand in the parking lot. I would seek out a younger wolf, maybe ninth or tenth grade, and steal them away. The youngest wolves were always so emotional, driven by their hormones. I doubted that they would care much that I was a vampire.

You shouldn't be doing this. My conscience told me, breaking through the wall that had held it at bay all the way here. Think of Emmett! If you do this, seduce a child, what will he think of you? You have always been called a slut, for your beauty, in school. If you do this now, then those harsh words will be entirely true. I ignored the scratchy little voice trying to sway me from my decision. I had gone far too long, unable to have a child. Now, I could have one, and I did not care at what cost.

I finally saw a tall head bobbing through the crowd, standing head and shoulders over everyone else. He had a young face, even though his werewolf genes made him about 25 years old. He had to be only fifteen, possibly fourteen. None of the wolves above the age of fifteen looked that young.

I walked towards him slowly, emphasizing the grace and beauty that I carried myself with. As I approached him, he froze up, smelling me. He turned to me with a wooden motion, hate blazing in his face. His eyes caught mine, and shock filled them, making me smile. He was expecting red eyes, or black; Not brilliant gold. I thought, giving him my best smile.

"Would you like to take a small walk with me?" I asked him, my voice ringing out like a bell. The heads of nearly all of the students turned to me, boys dragging their jaws along the floor, girls staring in unadulterated jealousy. He nodded stiffly, walking toward me with a machinelike motion.

We broke the tree line, leaving the sight of any students still at the school. He turned to me then, his eyes back to a cold, hard mask. "What do you want, Cullen?" He asked, his voice just as emotionless as his eyes.

I had not thought this far, so I had no speech prepared. I had no idea what I would say to make him want me, having just thought that my beauty would be enough. Clearly, I was wrong. See? I told you this was a stupid idea! My conscience sang out, annoying me further. I had to say something to him before he left, or phased.

"I was wondering if you have imprinted yet." I asked him, my voice low and silky. I saw him shudder in response, warring with two different desires. "N-no. I haven't imprinted yet." He replied, his voice tight. I smiled delicately, my dazzling face eliciting a response from his already thumping heart.

I stepped a bit closer, brushing my hair behind my ear as slowly and seductively as I could. His heart picked up to an even greater speed, but whether it was due to desire, or fear, I could not tell. I was about to say something else, when a new voice broke into the small clearing. "Rosalie? What are you doing?"

I turned to the deep voice, angry that I had been interrupted. I glared at Quil, standing ten feet away from us. "Rosalie. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" He said, emphasizing each word. When I didn't respond, he turned to the young wolf in front of me, his heart still beating wildly. "Chris, get out of here. Now." The young wolf looked at me one last time, then ran around me, back out to the school.

"Rosalie, why are you here alone, without any of the others? What were you doing with Chris out here, all alone in the woods? And why was his heart beating like he had just run a marathon? It was almost like he…was…getting ready…for…" He trailed off, an idea of what had been about to happen entering his mind. "Rosalie, were you…trying to…"

"ROSALIE HALE!!!" A booming voice blasted around us, followed by the splintering sounds of trees being torn from their roots, hurled against one another. We turned, and could see trees being smashed apart, a swath of destruction being carved towards us.

The final tree in the path was torn away, thrown past us like it was nothing. Emmett stood there, his face a mask of fury, breathing heavily. Oh crap. I thought, turning to sprint away. I pushed past Quil, knocking his shocked form onto the ground. I had no desire to deal with my husband right now, so I ran as fast as I could.

I dashed around trees, slipping through branches, until I reached the ocean. Crap. I though, realizing the mistake in direction I had made. I sprinted along the coast, hoping to run into another branch of the forest.

Rosalie, look at yourself! Running from your husband for being a slut, caring more about your insane desire for a kid than anyone else's happiness! How can you live with yourself after this, knowing what you had been about to do? My inner voice was getting really annoying. It had hit my raw nerve, finally breaking through the wall I had built up on the way here.

A tearless gasp ripped out from my lips, a response from the immense guilt that had wormed its way into my mind. This little gasp threw me off balance just enough to catch my foot on the root of a tree, sending me flying through the air. I crashed through a few trees before crashing to the ground, breaking through the last traces of the resolve I had built against guilt.

I shuddered and gasped, crying for all I was worth. I was a horrible wife, a horrible person. I had wanted a child of my own so badly, that I had betrayed my husband, my family. I had betrayed my entire race, in my attempt to court a werewolf. I lay there, on the forest floor, crying. I could not take any more, the guilt forcing me to stay down in a blundering heap.

Emmett came crashing through the woods, alerting me to his presence as a tree flew above me, only to shatter against another one a few yards away. He grabbed my arms roughly, pulling me up to face him. "Rosalie, how could you do this to me?" He screamed, his face the image of pure rage. "Rosalie, how on earth could you run to La Push to have a baby, trying to court a young werewolf, of all things? That was so stupid of you, Rosalie!" I merely sobbed harder, knowing that whatever he said to me now, I deserved. In my eyes, he was still being too nice. He should be swearing at me for all that he's worth, calling me every bad name he can think of. It would all be true, and I would deserve all of it.

"Rosalie, how could you do something so dangerous and stupid? I thought you were smarter than that, Rose! I could have lost you forever!" He continued screaming, but his words weren't that of a husband who was about to kill his wife for cheating. "Rose, if you had done even one thing that they didn't want, you would have been eaten alive! They would have torn you apart, and they should have, just because you crossed their territory lines! Rose, if it hadn't been Embry to meet you, you would have been killed!"

I had frozen, his words shocking me harder than any cussing out he could have given. Instead of being furious at my infidelity, he was furious at my lack of self-preservation. As far as I could tell, he could care less that I had been about to cheat on him. He was only worried about my safety. I deserved him less now, than I ever had before.

My tearless sobs exploded again, and I fell into chest. His arms crushed me to him, holding me like he would never let go.

I remembered back to the first year that we had met, when I was feeling guilty about changing him. I had thought myself to be the most selfish creature on the face of the Earth, for making Carlisle change him. I had been distancing myself from him, convincing myself that he was too good for me.

He had been avoiding me as well, only giving me a light smile when he saw me. I thought that he knew that I was a selfish woman, caring about nothing, aside from myself. I would ignore him, hoping against hope that he could at least find something other than me to keep him happy, because I never would.

I then saw the night that changed how I felt about him, the night that he revealed his feelings.

I was walking up the stairs to my room, when I heard Emmett talking to someone. No one else was home, all gone hunting, so I wondered who it could be. I stopped outside of his door, hoping to hear the voice of the mysterious person. Silence came from the room again for a solid few minutes, but I could hear him thinking about something.

"God, will you please help me out here?" his voice started again. He was praying? Emmett had never been a religious person, even in his human life, preferring to spend his time playing around, goofing off. I listened as he continued, "I am sorry that I have never really listened to what I was supposed to do. I never went to church; I ignored anything remotely religious in my life. I hope that, in the next eternity, I can make up for some of the stuff that I did, but please. I'm not asking for me, this time.

"I don't expect you to give me anything, but I don't want anything for myself right now. I want you to help Rosalie, God. I want you to please make her happy again. When I first came here, she was glowing whenever she saw me. Now, she ignores me, and she constantly has a frown on her face. She hasn't smiled for real in over five months, just giving out little fake smiles whenever they're required.

"If she wants anything, please help me to know. I'm not a mind reader, like Edward, so please make her tell me if she wants anything. If she doesn't want me, I'll gladly leave, as long as it makes her smile. If she wants anything, anything at all, please have her tell me, so I can get it for her. Anything at all.

"Please, I promise I'll be good. I will do my best to not have any more slip-ups, try my hardest not to do anything bad. I just want Rose to be happy again, to smile for real. That's all that I want right now. Please, just do this one thing for me."

I heard him get up, done with his prayer. I had not realized that I was crying, my eyes pricking with the tears that could not fall. Emmett truly was a perfect being, unselfish and sweet, and perfect in almost every sense of the word.

The only thing I had wanted was Emmett, but I had distanced myself, feeling that I did not deserve him. Emmett was sad now, though, and he said that the only thing that could make it better was for me to be happy. I guess, that the only way for him to be happy, is for me to be selfish. I thought, thinking back to when I had stolen him all for myself, and his massive grin.

Okay, Rose. No more avoiding him. It makes him sad. I thought to myself, deciding to be with him. I knocked on his door, and as he opened it, I hugged him. "Sorry." I whispered, his hands gently brushing down my back.

I truly was a selfish creature, but that was what made Emmett love me. I had no idea why, just that he did. Emmett wasn't concerned about my infidelity, but for my safety. "I'm sorry, Emmett." I said, interrupting his ongoing rant about how stupid I was for putting myself in that kind of danger.

He froze in his tirade, his lips brushing my hair. "Rosalie…" He whispered, and I felt his body shake with unshed tears. I had never seen Emmett cry before, and I did not want to now. It would make this all the more horrible. "Rosalie, all the way back in 1936, I swore that I would do anything to make you happy, as long as you told me. Rose, the only thing that I could not stand, was if you were to get hurt.

"I said that if you wanted a kid bad enough, and we found a way, that you could have it. But this, Rose, this is madness. If you had at least told me first, then we could have figured something out. Running away on your own, was so dumb! I was terrified, Rose."

"Emmett…I'm sorry. Can we just…Go home?" I asked, still crying uncontrollably.

"Sure, Rosy. Anything you want." He picked me up as he said this, cradling me gently. I felt us flying through the woods, heading back towards our home. I'm sorry, Emmett. I failed miserably, again. I promise, I'll do everything I can to make it better, make you trust me again. I swore silently, sitting in his arms. As though he had read my mind he said, "Rosalie, there is nothing for you to apologize for. The only thing you did was put yourself in danger, which came to nothing in the end. You're fine Rosalie. I love you."

I smiled against his chest, grateful for nothing more than I was for Emmett right then.