Sorry it's been so long, but here it is, what you've all been waiting for…..

Chapter 9.

Rosalie's POV.

He was screaming louder than ever, not even managing words as he thrashed about. He held his arms to his chest, trying to smother the burning there. Carlisle was trying to calm him down.

"Stay calm." "Calm down" He chanted.

It only made him worse. Emmett snarled and hissed at him between screams, Carlisle wasn't offended; Emmett was probably un aware of what he was doing.

Then silence, apart from his thundering heart, he seemed confused for a second then he yelled again. His plea changed to an antagonised, tortured scream, then silence.

His heart had stopped.

His eyelids fluttered slightly and he started to open his eyes.

I peeked over Edwards shoulder, they were a brilliant red.

"Emmett?" Carlisle asked.

He blinked and sat up really fast. The first person he looked at was me, his red orbs locked onto mine. I was lost in them.

He had changed in his transformation,

His hair was thicker and fluffier and looked so silky I nearly reached out to run my hand through it. His skin was the same shade as mine; his cheekbones were slightly higher and just as defined as his hard jaw line.

His eyes were really big, like they were in the clearing, only crimson instead of baby blue. Above them were really dark eyebrows that looked really striking against his pale skin. He had full shell pink lips that were just begging to be kissed.

Even sitting down I could see the 8 pack on his slim torso, he had that really sexy defined pelvis bone that was just above his trouser line, shaped as a y. His belly button was an 'outie' as I called it as a child. He had a small line of hair running from his belly button down. He had no hair on his chest though, which was very defined and muscled. I followed the trail of muscles to his arms. They were huge! His pants were still torn up on the left shin and on the right knee; I could see his pale skin through the rips. I ogled him until my eyes found his adorable face once again. He was breath taking.

I smiled at him.

He grinned back, revealing his childlike dimples and a set of bright white perfect teeth. I was glad he didn't lose those dimples, if anything they only became more prominent.

"Emmett?" Carlisle repeated.

His face left mine in an instant; I noticed how his muscles automatically flexed as he turned.

"How do you feel son?"

He pondered this for a second.

"I feel really odd." He said in a deep smooth Southern Tennessee accent, it made me shiver with desire. Edward fought a smirk.

"Yes, it is a little odd Emmett, you'll get used to it."

Emmett held his throat. "My throat hurts." He thought aloud.

"You're thirsty." Carlisle said. I saw he was figuring out how it was best to break it to him.

"Could I have some water then please?" He asked politely.

Everyone chuckled.

"What?" He asked, smiling with everyone. He seems pretty calm. I thought to Edward. He nodded in agreement.

"Emmett, you can't drink water." Edward smiled.

"Milk then?" He asked innocently, looking confused.

They chuckled again.

"No, there is much to discuss." Carlisle said, stepping closer.

Emmett looked around the room.

"Where am I?" He asked.

"Our home." Esme said.

"Oh, it's really nice ma'am, but can I go to my home now? They'll be so worried; They'll kill me for scaring them." He chuckled slightly.

Oh no! He didn't have a wife did he? Or children? Had I taken it all away from him? He probably had a nice beautiful wife sitting on a chair with a small toddler in her lap, them both crying, waiting for Emmett to come home. Edward subtly shook his head as a no. I mentally sighed in relief.

"Please call me Esme dear." Esme smiled but avoided the question, not wanting to be the trigger of any newborn anger. Edward had no problem though, but he looked petrified.

"You can't go home Emmett." He said, avoiding Emmett's gaze.

"Why not?" He hissed, anger clear in his voice. I knew it was inappropriate but I couldn't help but notice how sexy he was when he was angry, the muscles in his arms rolled and his jaw set.

He jumped up so he was standing in front of us all, he was very tall, taller than Carlisle and Edwards 6'2". Around 6'5" maybe?

"Emmett, calm down, we need to talk, civilly." Carlisle said, pulling Esme behind his back.

Emmett nodded, calming down.

"Rosalie, do you want to?" He asked me.

I gulped, Emmett would hate me for this. "I'll do it."

Emmett turned to me, the innocence in his face was the most prominent feature at that moment.

"Emmett." I breathed; I loved the way that sounded on my lips. "Basically, remember when Carlisle bit you?"

"Ummm…..no?" He looked confused.

This was going to be difficult.

"Well Carlisle, the blonde one, he bit you, that's when the burning started, remember?" I asked.

He shuddered then nodded. "Wait. Hold up. Why did he bite me?"

"To save you." I looked through my eyelashes at his face. He looked freaked out.

"We aren't exactly humans Emmett."

"No human?" He looked super confused now.

"No." I looked back at my feet.

"What then?" He asked.

"Vampires, and so are you." I choked out.

"I…I'm a vampire?"

We all nodded, waiting for him to go mental.

"Not that kind of blood Emmett." Edward said.

"Then what kind?"

"Animals."

"So I have to survive on Racoons and rabbits?"

Oh my Gosh, he's so adorable!

"No, lots of animals." He laughed with the others.

So mean, laughing. How was he supposed to know?

"Oh, okay then."

"Okay then?" I spluttered, walking over to him, so I was stood in front of him, I only got to his chest! I inhaled his sweet candy like scent, Chocolate, sugar, Toffee, Strawberries, mint and cookie dough. I almost lost my train of thought.

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you annoyed?"

"Why should I be? You saved my life."

"I took away your life." I disagreed.

"Which the bear was about to do anyway." He pointed out. Dang it! He was right! How though? How is he so accepting to this?

"It's true Rosalie." Edward laughed. I growled.

Emmett started to claw viciously at his throat.

I pried his hands away.

"Stop it, I'll take him hunting." I held his hands in mine, the electric het was sending shocks through my arms to my chest.

"Hunting?" He asked. God! That accent again, it's overpowering, I felt weak at the knees.

"Yes, hunting." I smiled.

More soon, I swear, I just need to update some more of my fics, hope you don't mind too much, REVIEW PLEASE!