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My Angel

Rosalie is Emmett's angel. A/N: You'll need this for awhile.

This does not belong to me, it belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

12. Seriously?

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The word rang through my ears, like an unceasing pulse.

"Sis?" I repeated aloud, my head spinning.

"Yup." The tiny vampire smirked as he hugged Rosalie...again. I strangled back a snarl.

"So she's your...." I didn't dare let the word slide past my lips.

"Sister? Yes," David responded, still smirking.

"Seriously?" I questioned, voice cracking.

He nodded.

"Oh...That's..great!" I tried to sound enthusiastic, but even I could hear how fake it sounded.

"What are you to her?, he demanded, circling me, "One of her...clients?"

"WHAT?!?!" I shouted.

"Well. Judinging by the way you're looking at her ass, I have to assume that you are going to/ already have gotten to sleep with her. And the only way that is/was going to happen would be for you to pay her."

I tightened my fists, flexing my pale biceps.

"Try fiance, bitch," I snarled.


"Uh yeah."

"Hmmm.. She always did go for the superficial type.."

"That's it!!"

I lunged at him, grabbing his forearms.

"Emmett!" Rosalie cried, grabbing my arms and twisting them behind me.




"He's my brother."

"He called you a freaking prostitute!"

"I know..."

"Don't you care?"

"He's my brother...."


David coughed.

"We have to get back, David," Rosalie addressed him, smiling apoligetically.


"It was awesome seeing you again!" she called over her shoulder.

"I'll see you again, Rosy. Sooner than you think."

"Come on!" I pulled her by the hand to the edge fo the forest.

I picked her up and threw her across my back as I ran.

"What a jackass..." I mumbled.

"I know...but he's my brother."

"So I've heard."

We finally reached the house and I set her down. Once we got inside, she raced up the stairs to talk to Edward. I flopped across the couch.

"Pissed off much?" Jasper asked.

"She has a brother."



"What's the problem? You have brothers too."

"This is different. He's a jackass."


"What should I do to get my mind off of it?"

"Well.....some mindless banging of a hot vampire fiance might help...but that's just me."

I smirked.

"Yeah..Thanks for that Jasper. I'm not really much of the mindless banging type."

"Suit yourself."


And with that, I took off running for the stairs. I stopped at Edward's door.




Still nothing.

"Come on you guys. You stay quiet much longer and I'll think you guys are like making out or something."


"What are you guys doing?" The panic in my voice was evident, even though I tried to bury it.

More silence.

I took a step towards the door and then flung it open.

"Jesus Christ!"

The two entwined figures on Edward's couch looked up, startled.

"Dude! Lips off of my fiance!"

When they finally broke away, Rosalie searched my eyes for something. Anything.

There was nothing. Just the faint illusion of my still heart beating slower.. and slower...

Hands are distant lullabies, If I could turn around I would tonight. Since your paper heart stopped beating leaving me suddenly alone. Will daybreak ever come? I just want one more chance to put my arms in fragile hands. I thought you said forever over and over...This sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion.