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Chapter 1 -

I glanced at his face for the hundredth time; his eyes were squeezed so violently shut his eyebrows and his cheekbones fused. His mouth was pulled into a tense line across his face as he ground his teeth together. I grimaced and looked away. I suddenly felt guilty, a new occurrence for me. I hated subjecting this sort of pain to such an innocent man. I remembered hearing deep growls and cries of pain from a distance, there usually weren't many people this far from the trails. I knew I didn't really care about the careless human, but there was something about the way this person yelled in pain. It drew me closer.

As a came closer to the fight - though it wasn't really a fight as the word fight suggested more equality in opponents - the smell of pooling blood made my body tense reflexively, my throat tightened and venom swelled in my mouth. I darted around the trees and my perfect, piercing eyesight took in every minute detail in less than a second. There was full grown male bear on its hind legs, his mouth pulled open in a wide smile, his teeth sharp and deadly. He took a swipe at the heap bellow him and another blood curdling scream echoed through the woods. I scowled at the scene before me. What was I doing here? I didn't care about the human or the bear. I came out here to be alone with my thoughts and these two wretched creatures had spoiled that. I was suddenly livid.

And then the bear growled again, slightly smug, falling heavily back onto all fours causing a cloud of dust to rise from the broken dehydrated earth. He hadn't even glanced in my direction, too distracted by the crumpled heap at his feet. And suddenly the heap moved and groaned. I could hear his heart slowing but he still had enough strength to roll over and face me. I suddenly felt warmth spread over my icy skin, the man was well built with large muscles that were still evident through his substantial clothing. He had dark curls that were pressed to blood on his forehead, and had lips that were thin but still inviting even when pulled into a distressed smirk. But it was the two dimples on either side of his mouth, still clear even in agony that really caused my mind to flash into action. A man this pure and innocent should not die this way, he deserved more. More than me perhaps, but my previous life had taught me to be selfish, to take what I want. And I knew I couldn't stand to let this man die here, not now.

I suddenly moved into action. In one swift movement I grabbed the bear by the neck and threw it into the nearest tree, as a growl escaped through my clenched teeth. My strength was exposed when the substantial tree snapped clean in half and crashed into a smaller tree beside it crushing it as well. But I was too concerned for the well being of the human to be bothered by how unladylike the action was.

My mind was racing at an immeasurable speed. I knew I wanted to keep this man alive, but I also knew that there was only one way to do it. I knew that I wasn't strong enough, only two years into this horrific life I knew I wouldn't be able to resist his blood if I was to taste it, but I hadn't pounced yet. He still had blood running through his veins; his weak heart was still beating. So maybe I was strong enough to take him to Carlisle, the leader and the centre of our attempt at a family, over a hundred miles away to be changed. But could I subject another creature, especially one as pure as this man to the life I am forced to live, a half life.

Of course I could. I didn't deserve to live a lonely pathetic life, I am magnificent. I knew this man could possibly make me happy. This was selfish, but I didn't care. Only two years into eternity and I was going out of my mind. Edward, my smug, mind reading brother didn't think I was beautiful. He didn't want me. I could barely believe it. I was insulted. All of my life I had been wanted, my cascading wavy blonde hair and perfect curves have always attracted attention. I had become used to the stares of men and the envious glances from jealous women, but my clear beauty had never been ignored. Not by anyone. At first I had thought he was delusional. I didn't want him, but how could he not want me. But after the time we spent in Denali, with Tanya's clan, I no longer felt insulted. He didn't feel attracted to any of them either, though Tanya showed a clear preference for him. He doesn't want anyone.

Though my crystal clear memory had side tracked me a little bit it had only been a couple of seconds since I had started to think through my plan. I knew Carlisle would change him for me if I asked. And I knew I would, because as I glimpsed at the slowly dying person at my feet, I saw something in his face, it radiated from his body. He was good and pure.

Unexpectedly he opened his eyes and looked directly at me. We meet each other's gazes for a moment until he murmured "Angel." I could see him fighting to keep his eyes open. He wanted to keep looking at me, of course. Abruptly he lost consciousness. I knew I didn't have much time and with that final thought I slowly lifted him into my frozen arms and sprinted towards the only chance we had.

As he lay in my arms, completely unaware I peeked at his face. Now that he was passed out his face was relaxed into a natural state and I could finally see why this man had affected me so greatly. I could see Vera's little Henry in my arms. My mind flashed even further into the past. Two years ago I was visiting my closest friend Vera. She had married at seventeen and a year later she had a beautiful baby boy, Henry. It was the first time I have ever been jealous of anyone. Henry had delightful dark curls and his dimples danced around his tiny cherub mouth every time he smiled. My heart melted and tightened in fury all at the same time. I could have had all of that, my own babies, with blonde hair and violet eyes. . .

The sound of someone's swift footsteps pulled me unwillingly from my memory. As they approached the door I realised who it was, Edward, terrific. The hardwood door slowly creaked open and he placed one foot in the room, leaning around the door.

"Rosalie?"

"What do you want Edward?" I was not in the mood for his words of wisdom.

He chuckled quietly and humourlessly, "I won't trouble you for long." He glanced at the quivering mass lying next to me, "It won't be long now. Carlisle estimates less than an hour to go"

I sighed in relief. The scorching pain will soon be over for him and I will finally be able to talk to him, to apologize and to explain. Carlisle had tried to give him morphine to hopefully dull the burning, but the venom had raced through his veins sealing them, not allowing it to spread. Another wave of guilt took over my hunched body. I needed to be alone during the last few minutes to prepare myself. I turned, ready to shriek profanities in my harmonious voice, but before I could utter one word, Edward had vanished. Occasionally my brother's ability to read minds was valuable.

Over the last three days my family had left me alone to come to terms with what had happened and what is to come. Every time he yelled I squeezed his hand, every time he begged me to kill him I whispered soothing words in his ear and every time he thrashed his bulky body I held him down.

I remember the pain, the suffocating and excruciating burning that streamed through my veins. I cringed at the thought. I didn't believe Carlisle when he tried to explain what I was becoming. It only made me scream louder. How did I lose everything? It was all within my grasp, my fairytale ending. The natural course my life should have taken was turned into a perpetual nightmare. . .

The inert body lying next to me suddenly sprang into motion, his legs curled up and he arched his back off the table. I inhaled an unnecessary breath. His heart was racing at an incalculable rate. As I waited in sorrow for his heart to beat its last beat I realised that I was no longer alone, my family had joined me. Carlisle was restraining his left arm and Edward his right. I had been so focused on his perfect face that I didn't register their entrance. Unbelievably his heart sped up further, sprinting towards its last beat. Esme, my adoptive mother pulled gently on my arm, urging me away. I stood lithely keeping my eyes locked on his face and went to stand close to the door.

There was always a risk with newborns. They were unpredictable and ruled entirely by their emotions. They could go from serene to furious in a split second. All of us were focused nervously on the shrivelled being as he flexed and relaxed sporadically. My mind went blank. And then abruptly there was silence, his heart had irrevocably lost the battle against the blaze. No one was breathing, all too tense to move. My eyes were fixed on his face, judging every slight movement, waiting ridged and motionless for any indication that he was still alive to a certain degree.

And then his eyes flashed open. Deep scarlet and glistening in the light pouring in from the west, his eyes flashed, taking in the scene above him. I knew that he could now observe the numerous dust particles swirling in the air around him and see in colossal detail the surface of the roof. He could now hear for miles, every solitary movement. One hundred and fifty meters away a humming bird sat high in a birch tree, its heart thrumming with no guide. I knew he could hear the bird's heartbeat and the sound of the friction the worm made against the birds throat as it was consumed.

He inhaled gently, and we all relaxed our postures' slightly. Then exceptionally cautiously, he moved into an upright position. There was something about the way he moved that gave the impression of immense strength. The way he moved his limbs, so vigilantly and watchful, yet still very confidently, made me feel like he had a secret I just couldn't comprehend. It fascinated me.

His eyes flashed around the room, taking in each of us separately within a moment. I felt a swell of pride and familiarity when his eyes lingered on me for the longest, running up and down my seamless curves, across my still face and over my glossy pale hair that fell to the middle of my back. I flashed him a tiny sweet smile.

"Good Evening, my name is Carlisle Cullen. This is my wife Esme, my son Edward and my daughter Rosalie" Carlisle announced while motioning towards each of us.

Esme spoke in her delicate voice, "What's your name, dear?"

I twirled a strand of my hair around my index finger charmingly, waiting for him to speak. When he didn't say anything I looked up. I was only slightly taken aback to see him staring at me. I was accustomed to male attention. Edward cleared his throat uncomfortably in response to his thoughts.

The man's gentle eyes, even with sinister red irises, broke away from my gaze and meet Edwards with a questioning expression.

Edward asked Esme's question again, "Your name?"

This time he answered, "Emmett, my name is Emmett McCartly"

His voice was deep and mysterious. Very masculine, but it still had a distinct musical ring to it, akin to all of our kind.

"Hello Emmett" Carlisle spoke again, "You must be quite confused. Would you like me to explain?"

Emmett met Carlisle's eyes for a second, nodded gently and then turned back to me. As Carlisle explained what I had done, though he never mentioned me, Emmett stared. I didn't recognise the stare. It had a delicate aspect to it; it wasn't just filled with lust like I was used to. I felt anxious. Could it be possible that this pure and innocent creature could want me? I was shallow, narcissistic and superficial. As I considered this I gazed at him seductively through my eyelashes.

After an unknown amount of time I realised it was soundless. I had been so caught up in our own little bubble, that I wasn't aware that Carlisle had finished his enlightenment.

Emmett spoke again, "Ok"

We all glanced at each other baffled. This time Edward spoke, "Are you not at all concerned by what has happened?"

All of a sudden Edward chuckled and beamed at Emmett. This time when Edward responded to his thoughts, not his words, Emmett was furious.

"What is wrong with you man!?" he bellowed, standing up for the first time. He was massive, almost 6'5". He suddenly seemed very alluring, his massive muscles that rolled when he tensed and his childlike face that compensates for his mammoth strength, keeping him perfectly balanced, were very attractive.

Carlisle jumped in quickly to keep the peace, "Please excuse my son. As I explained some vampires have formidable talents. My son," Carlisle grinned proudly at Edward "can read minds. I'm very sorry if he has offended you. He sometimes forgets to wait for people to declare their thoughts before answering them."

Emmett hastily relaxed, "Oh. Sorry." He smiled widely at Edward.

"Emmett, if you don't mind answering Edward's question aloud."Carlisle prompted.

Emmett relaxed back onto the metal table in the centre on the room causing the steel to collapse slightly under his tight grasp. He looked directly at me and said, "Hell's not so bad if you get to keep an angel with you."

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