Yes, this has a lot of Rosalie in, and of course the other Cullen's, do enjoy please, xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Chapter 5.
Rosalie's POV.
I needed to hunt, I knew it, my eyes were an ugly black, but of course I still looked drop dead gorgeous. I smiled slightly at that thought.
I didn't want to hunt with Edward, him being fastest; he always got the best meal. Carlisle and Esme had already been yesterday, so I would be alone.
I set off at 9pm, already dark, ha! The animals wouldn't see me coming! I decided to go to the Smokey's, over 100 miles away, it only took me an hour to get there, I didn't run fast, but I did run, I stopped every so often to admire the beauty of Tennessee. I wished I was born there, things would have been different. I sighed, no changing the past now.
I wanted a bear, it wasn't bear season but there's always the odd one or two awake.
By 10pm I had taken down a large female black bear but I wanted more, I needed more.
I heard an ear splitting scream then followed by others about 5 miles east, a human. I was intrigued. This human sounded like it was being tortured.
I ran human speed to the east, I needed to find out what was going on, but if I was too fast, I might expose us.
Were they being murdered, assaulted like I had been?
I shuddered at that thought.
Another scream erupted, only about 2 miles off now, male, defiantly male.
No body deserved to be in as much pain as he sounded. Without thinking I ran vampire speed towards his weak out of rhythm heart, there was another heart, a stronger one.
When I was only a mile away I heard more voices and thudding hearts, fast but healthy ones.
So he is being hurt by other humans, ones of his own kind.
I snarled at that thought.
I ran again, then I smelt him, so appealing. My mouth over flowed with venom. I walked to a nearby red wood tree and gripped onto it tightly. Control yourself! I yelled to myself internally.
I peeked around the tree trunk to see the most horrifying thing ever.
A HUGE male black bear towered over this man that I couldn't see. His blood was everywhere, dotted around in big pools, clothes were shredded and strewn all over the place.
"No, no, I'm begging you! Not my leg! Please!" A musical voice begged in desperation. He sounded tired, out of breath and petrified.
The bear moved the legs of the poor man, revealing him.
He was lay down on his back.
He was very tall and muscular. He hardly had any of his shirt left now. He was covered in blood.
I looked at his face,
He had thick silky looking dark curls with blood in them. He was pale (due to the loss of blood) with rosy red cheeks. His left cheek had a long deep cut running to his chest and a cut on his forehead.
His eyes were really big, they were a clear baby blue colour which was striking against his dark locks. He had a small button nose and full shell pink lips. He was beautiful. He looked so innocent, like he didn't deserve to even know of such horrors that he was facing. He reminded me of a little baby, then it hit me, Henry. Vera's little Henry. The same curls, the innocence.
His face was a mask of pure fear, agony and determination.
It took all but a second to examine him. The bear now had his paw slightly raised over this man's leg, he looked at the man whilst the man stared at his leg, his bottom lip trembled like he was a toddler being told off. Tears were in his beautiful eyes.
The bear lightly tapped his leg. The man's features contorted into a mask of much more than agony, he clenched his fists and screamed the most horrifying scream I had ever witnessed. His fists pounded into the floor, which must have hurt because they looked horribly broken.
Tears streamed down his handsome face, the scream lasted 2 minutes, I didn't see how it could have hurt that much, the bear had hardly touched him!
Then I saw it, his left leg was broken, his shin was gruesomely sticking up at an angle. The bear had actually touched the very sensitive broken bone. My frozen heart went out to him.
The bear roared again, but it sounded like more of a laugh. I snarled. If only I could go out there. I thought. But I would kill the man for sure if I did.
The bear raised his paw again, higher this time and actually HIT the broken bone, not with much power but, that must have hurt a LOT.
He defiantly showed that it hurt, another more intense scream and more tears. After that the man reached into his pocket with his bloody hand and pulled out a small pocket knife. He sliced the bear's snout with it but it got swiped away.
His head lolled, his eyes drooped and closed, had he given up?
His eyes snapped open,
"NO! I CAN'T GO TO SLEEP! I PROMISED!" He screamed at himself, promised? To who? Someone knew he was here! Why aren't they helping him?
I listened, more heartbeats, probably the voices from earlier, I chose to ignore them, my priority was this mystery man.
The bear opened its jaws and went for the man's face. I snarled and ran out. I held my breath though. I lifted the bear and quickly bit it, not drinking its blood but inserting venom into its system, it would die a long and painful death though the venom, it's lethal to animals. I wanted to torture the bear but I had no time.
I stood over the mystery man, his eyes slowly un-scrunched and he started to breathe once more.
"An angel?...crap I'm deaded." He whispered looking at me, into my now black eyes, he smiled at me weakly, revealing 2 adorable dimples, just like Henry, was it Henry? No, Henry would have only been around 3 by now, this man looked a tad older than me.
I tuned out the voices in the distance again, I had to focus on this man and my control.
"Georgie?" The man whispered.
Georgie? Was that his name? I looked at his handsome face, no, that didn't fit him, anyway it sounded like a question.
I picked him up carefully from the ground, trying not to breathe and not to drop him as a flash of electricity shot through me.
He winced.
"Heaven." He whispered.
I set off running then, as fast as I could, faster than even Edward, I looked down at the man,
He was even more handsome close up, but his breathing was very raspy and looked like a chore and his heart beat was irregular and slowing.
"Hush now, its okay." I soothed, ignoring the burn in my throat, trying to push the monster inside of me away.
"Are we there yet?" He croaked, even a mere few words looked like a tremendous amount of effort for him.
"Not quite yet baby, soon, I promise, just hold on."
Wait, did I just call him baby? Odd, it just came out and sounded right too, freaky.
He looked deep in thought and worried.
"What's wrong?" I asked him, it was obvious that it was something other than the injuries bothering him.
"I saved him, so….no….tortured? Great." He murmured to himself, he probably didn't even hear me. I dropped it, he was confused, who wouldn't be?
Georgie's POV.
Dad was coming towards me with a lantern, I used the light and looked on the floor, I'd fallen into a pool of Emmett's blood!
I screamed, Dad picked me up, I looked around, I saw the outline of the bear, it was dead? But I couldn't see Emmett, he was gone, the screams had gone, the raspy breaths, he was gone completely. Nobody could find him, we searched for hours.
A few of the locals were hear now, they all helped us, but soon went back to their homes. We went back to camp, I slept in Em's sleeping bag, it was freezing out here but somehow I fell to sleep.
I woke up at 9am, it was light now, I got out of the tent and made my way down to the edge of the clearing, Louis and Dad joined me after a while, I picked up Em's pocket knife from the floor and shoved it into my pocket, someone might sell it otherwise and I want a reminder of my brother. Emmett was nowhere to be found though, Dad said he'd gone to heaven now, maybe another bear had taken him and killed him.
I went over to the bear, it was defiantly dead, the only wounds were a slice on its snout and a chunk taken out of its neck, its stone cold black eyes were open and its pink tongue was sticking out, it was covered in blood, Emmett's blood, all over its mouth and claws and on its chest. Yuck. I spat on it, Momma always told me not to spit but I'm sure she would do the same , if not worse.
A while later Liam and Daniel joined us and we set of to the truck, we had to get Louis to the hospital, Daniel jumped out once we reached his house.
It was 11am when we arrived at the hospital, Liam had stopped crying now, Dad and Louis had silent tears running down their cheeks, I was still sobbing uncontrollably.
A nurse soon came out to us, she stared at Louis and me, with Louis' arm and I was drenched in blood.
"Are any of you hurt?" She asked. Well no?
"Louis is." Liam said.
"I'll get a doctor for you." She rushed off.
Rosalie's POV.
I'd never run this fast in my life, I didn't have time to enjoy it. I needed to get him to Carlisle quick. Blood was escaping the corner of his mouth now. It was 11pm, I needed him to live through this, no I just plainly needed him.
"CARLISLE!" I screamed as we got near, the man jumped in my arms.
"Don't worry, help is coming." I soothed him as I ran to the house.
Edward had a strange look on his face, was it anger? Carlisle was looking frantic and confused, Esme looked worried.
"Help, please." I whimpered.
Esme and Edward cleared the couch and brought it to the middle of the room.
"What would you like me to do?" Carlisle asked.
"Save him, do whatever, just don't let him die."
I lay him down on the couch, he winced but had his eyes closed.
"I'll examine his injuries." Carlisle said.
I smiled, Esme left, throwing me an apologetic look, she couldn't handle the blood.
Carlisle set to work on the man, his eyes opened.
"Good God, he's conscious!" Carlisle exclaimed.
I went to get a wet cloth from the kitchen.
Carlisle was now peeling of the remains of his shirt, revealing more wounds, I gasped and instantly regretted breathing in his sweet blood.
I quickly composed myself,
"Can you handle this you two?" Carlisle asked whilst looking intently into each wound, seeing how deep they were.
"Yes." I nodded.
"I'm sure I can." Edward said.
"Good." Carlisle peeled back the last bit of his shirt, revealing his chest, many cuts surrounded his chest, in one place I could see part of a rib, it had clawed so deep.
There was also some purplish bruising forming around his chest.
I sat next to the man and started to wipe the blood away from his face. He looked so peaceful with his eyes shut. His face hadn't been attacked much, so I could see his beauty, he was the kind of man Vera and I would giggle together about when we were young teenagers.
"What's the damage?" I asked Carlisle. "For someone who hasn't been to medical school please?" I reminded him.
"3 broken ribs, Broken shoulder, Broken leg, Broken thigh, Broken arm, Broken collar bone, Broken wrist, 4 broken fingers, punctured lung, internal bleeding, severe blood loss and severe shock." He sighed.
"Will he live?" I squeaked.
He shook his head.
"What? No! He can't just die!" I screeched, outraged.
"I could change him." Carlisle said.
Edward hissed, I growled.
"You're right, bad idea, forget I even mentioned it."
"Are you sure he can't live human?" I asked.
"Yes, he had minutes Rosalie."
"Change him then." I said, sharply.
"Are you sure Rosalie." He asked.
"Yes."
"Okay then, as you wish."
"You can't be serious Carlisle!" Edward said.
"What's your problem Edward?" I screamed at him.
"Aren't you always going on about how much you hate this life, how you would have rather died? Yet you sit here begging for this man to be changed! Have you lost your mind?" He yelled back.
"You don't understand, you weren't there Edward, I need him."
He scoffed.
"Shall I proceed?" Carlisle asked.
"Yes, now." I said.
Edward snarled at me.
I grabbed the man's hand.
Carlisle bent down and bit his neck, he got up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
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