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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.

22. Spanish, Italian and Werewolves, Oh My!

Rating 5/5   Word Count 881   Review this Chapter

"Are you serious?!?" I shouted.

Alice nodded.

"God damn..." Emmett mumbled.

"You're sure?"

She started to nod again, but she was cut off by another vision. We waited impatiently for it to finish.

"Okay...I was wrong."


"He's not a werewolf...exactly."

"What is he then?!"

"Ummm....I don't really know."

I narrowed my eyes.

"You're kidding, right?"



"Well that's just awesome. Our heads are being messed with and we don't even know what by. I'm glad we moved to such a small town for the safety," Emmett grumbled under his breath.

"Well, actually, David really is a Triste, but Jonathan most definitely isn't."

"So...what are we going to do? Tell Edward and Carlisle too?"

"No. Edward's not back from Phoenix yet and Carlisle won't be much help. Your best bet is to talk to them yourselves. Especially because they know and trust Rosalie."

"What do we have to do?" Emmett asked as he looked up through the floppy curls that hung in front of his face.

"They're with other...creatures. You'll have to find them before you find David and Jonathan."

"Where are they?" I asked after a long, awkward pause.

"Well, I thought they were on the Quiluete land, but they're in neutral ground in that meadow Edawrd's so fond of."

Emmett stood up, leading me toward the door. His hand rested on the glass doorknob, gripping it lightly. I could see all of the tendons dancing under the ivory skin as he drummed his fingers against the wood of the door.

"Who are we looking for?" he asked, turning his attention to Alice.

She focused for a moment.

"They're all different, so prepare yourselves. You're looking for any one of these people. Okay?"


"The main leaders are called Brooke and Izzy. But if you find people named Mirelii, Anthony, or...,I think they call her Mana, they can lead you to the rest of the community. Good luck."

"Thanks," we both repsonded simultaneously.

The door banged shut behind us as we took off for the forest.

The wind whipped past my ears, stinging them a little. My hair blew in wild tendrils around my face. Emett was faster than me, but he had slowed down and was now right beside me, our hands hiting occaisionally as I pumped my arms to pick up speed.

He stopped. We had reached the meadow.

"¿Buscar a alguien?"

The voice came from behind us. It was scratchy and hoarse. Deep,but still very beautiful. Most definitely a male.

We turned around slowly, Emmett stepped in front of me. I looked over his shoulder, eyeing the approacher.

"¡Estoy hablando con usted! ¡Hey!" he spoke again.

"What did he say?" I whispered to Emmett.

"He said 'I'm talking to you.'"

"Before that?"

"'Are you looking for someone?'"


"¿Usted sabe que usted está hablando español, no usted?" Emmett called back.

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't realize I was doing that. Are you looking for someone?"

He came closer, stopping just a foot or so away from Emmett.

"Yeah... Who are you?"

"Oh! Sorry again. I'm Anthony." He stuck out his hand.

Emmett shook it, but Anthony pulled it away quickly, wincing in pain.


I stepped out from behind him and shook the strange boy's hand.

"I'm Rosalie."

I leaned into Emmett.

"He's a werewolf. What else do you think they have here?" I whispered, too quietly for Anthony to hear.

He shrugged.

"We're looking for my brother, David and his friend Jonathan. Seen them anywhere?"

His face lit up.

"They're my two best friends! But I haven't seen them in a few days."

"Oh. Well then we'll just head back and--"

"No! Don't be silly. You can stay here until they get back. Meet everyone else and stuff. Sound cool?"

I glanced at Emmett.

"Sure. Why not?" he laughed.

"Okay! Cool. I'll let Brooke know you guys are here and--"

"Anthony! Che cosa state facendo? Fretta in su!"

"Sto venendo! Calma giù, il mio angelo."

A sigh echoed through the meadow.

"That would be Brooke," Anthony explained.

We followed him down to the little village they had set up. I gazed at the little tents and fires in awe. There were at least ten people that I could see, each one of them something different.

"Sono qui! Ho portato gli amici anche, sorella del David e lei... realmente non conosco che cosa è. Sono entrambi i vampires."

"Realmente? Quanto stanno interessando... piacevoli o dovrebbero metamorphse di I?"

This voice was higher, it chimed like a bell, accent perfect. It came form one of the tents.

"Non importuni. Siete per quanto siate bei."

Anthony glanced the tent on the other side of the meadow. The flap swung open and a girl stepped out.

I gasped. Emmett gawked. Anthony just smiled and smiled, whispering to her. She smiled when she heard him.

How can she hear from so far away?

"Vi ho detto. Dio, siete stupefacenti. Conoscete quello ti amo, corretto?" Anthony continued.

"What did he just say?" I whispered to Emmett.

"I don't know. The only part I picked up was 'ti amo' which is 'I love you'."


She got closer and I could finally see why Anthony was so in awe of this creature.

All of these lines across my face tell you the story of who I am. So many stories of where I've been and how I got to where I am. But these stories don't mean anything and they don't know what I've been through like you do.