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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.

2. Constant Hell

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"My angel," I whispered almost frantically, "my angel."

The sound of her gasping against my lips was surely being heard all around the open house. I could practically feel Edward in my head. Get out! If you want to watch, then come in here. Not my head. I felt the withdrawal of his presence from my mind and relaxed again.

Rosalie felt my sudden shift and glanced at me briefly, but then returned her attention back to my lips. Her thin fingers quickly traced the contours of my muscled chest and I drew tiny circles on my Rosalie's soft shoulders. When our lips separated I fell back on the bed, which served no purpose except in times like these. She curled up against me shomewhat. Her stomach pressed against my side, her legs twined through mine. One of her arms was wrapped around my head and stroking my dark curly hair, the other was on my chest -- and her lips were on my neck, whispering.

"Emmett," she breathed, "Emmett, my love, my eternity." I sighed and tucked a shining, golden curl behind my Rosalie's pale ear.

"My angel..." I whispered. I felt the rage rise in her for the shortest moment, but then it retreated. She sighed, and then spoke again.

"Emmett, my love...How did we get here? How did we get to this absolute Hell?"

"I deserve it...I had too much fun in my human years. By finding you I got a little piece of Heaven to make up for the Hell I lived through until I was about 18." I sensed her confusion and continued my story. I had to think back almost 100 years to bring forth my human memories. I knew that no one else could remember their old life very clearly, but mine remained vivid. As I brought the hideous memories back, I cringed.

"When I was born, my mom died trying to save me. So naturally, my dad hated me for taking away his angel. He left me alone all of the time. He would go out late and drink his pain away. Then he would return the next morning, drunk, and beat me. By the time I was eighteen, I was drinking almost as much as he was, and I had become a total outsider. Then I found this group of guys. We were unstoppable. We drank, and then we'd go out doing crazy things. Like that bear...I was supposed to be taunting it from the safety of a bush, but it got really mad and they pretty much offered me up as a sacrifice. They were supposed to be my friends. At least out of all that I got my angel..."

She remained speechless for a while. Good job. You scared her. Idiot.

"You're so...lucky," she said finally.


"You remember what it was like to be...normal. To be human and not a monster damned to an eternal Hell." She growled.

"My human life was Hell too. You're the only piece of Heaven I've ever known. You, my love, are Heaven right in the middle of Hell." I turned her head and pressed my lips to hers again.

"Emmett? Rosalie?" Alice called, knocking at the door. We both groaned simultaneously.

"Edward said that it was a bad time to..interrupt, but we need to tell you something important," Jasper added.

I snarled and knew that Edward could hear my angry response to his...smugness. We disentangled ourselves from each other, and Rosalie went to sit in the spherical, padded chair that sat in the northwest corner of the room. It's safe now!

Alice led Jasper in by the hand and they both sat on the edge of the bed. I could feel their tension and Jasper trying to calm us all down.

"Emmett, Rosalie," Alice addressed us, "something has happened and Edward needs our help."

"What is it this time?" Rosalie snapped.

"Try to be reasonable, Rose," Jasper mumbled.

"Go on, Alice," I pressed. She shot a look at Rosalie before she continued. "James and Victoria are going to track Bella and we're going to have to split up and try to confuse t hem."

"What do we have to, exactly?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, he hasn't decided yet. Right now it looks like he's going to send us with Bella, you two with Esme, and he's going to go with Carlisle, but that's indefinite at this point."

"Is there anything else?" asked Rosalie impatiently.

"No," Jasper replied. Alice took his hand and danced out of the room. The instant the door closed, Rosalie stormed across the room and I caught her in my arms before she could kick down the door.

"Calm down, my love," I whispered.

"He just thinks we're going to put ourselves in danger to help him protect his little...human," she snarled, struggling against me. I pressed my lips to her neck and pulled her back to the bed.

"Just remember, she's his angel..." I murmured.

I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.