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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.

5. I Can't Do That...

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"I'll come in from the storm. I'll taste you sweet and warm."

Emmett. Please be safe, my love. Damn Bella.

Why didn't he change her?!

I found my reflection in the rearview mirror. An enraged, gorgeous, blond monster stared back at me. I wanted to smash the image into a thousand tiny pieces.

Esme was chattering about senseless things, aware of my anger. I closed my eyes. I dug through my memories, back until I was changed and then even further.

What had happened to me? Why couldn't I remember?! I became so frustrated, I didn't realize that I had opened my eyes.

"You worry too much, Rose."

Esme's voice disrupted my thinking.

"Why do you say that?" I demanded.

"Emmett's incredibly strong. He's a big boy, he can take care of himself," she assured me, laughing.

"Where are they?"

"They're in Vancouver, but they're going to fly to Phoenix," she replied.


"Alice saw James in Phoenix, so they're coming after him."

"They're going to get hurt!!!" I screamed.

"They're going to be fine. Carlisle's with them."

She remained calm, but I certainly did not.

"NO! Not my Emmett!" I screamed again.

I buried my face in my hands.

"Shhh...Rosalie. Calm down," Esme murmured.

We were driving around the police station, monitoring Charlie Swan. In a town like Forks, the worst thing that ever happened was speeding--unless you count a family of seven vampires moving in--which was impossible in this....junk pile, for lack of a better word.

"Can we go back to the house to get my car?" I asked impatiently.

"Rosalie...," Esme scolded me.

I frown and covered the mirror with my sleeve.

Charlie came out of the station and got into his cruiser. He drove home and we were careful to stay a good distance from him. We parked the truck in the dense forest that surrounded the house.

We could still see him as he went up the stairs and into Bella's room. He sat in the rocking chair and cried silently, looking at the empty bed across form him.

"Isn't that sad? He misses his baby," Esme whispered.

She would probably be crying if it weren't for the fact that she couldn't. She never can. And neither can I.

I kicked the dashboard and the force almost made a gaping hole in it.

"Doesn't it bother you that you can't cry like him?" I questioned her.

She sighed.

"Sometimes it does, Rosalie. But then, I think of Carlisle and I find that it doesn't matter so much anymore."

I thought for a moment.

"I guess....I guess I don't reason with myself so easily."

"I didn't think so."

I closed my eyes again. Imaged of Emmett's smiling face came rushing at me rapidly. His song echoed through my head and I smashed my palm into my forehead until they stopped.



"Emmett wants to say something."


She pointed to the phone Carlisle had given her. I grabbed it, suddenly excited.


The sound of my angel's voice...so sweet...and warm...


He laughed.


"Oh God! Are you okay?! Where are you?!"

He laughed again before he responded.

"I'm fine. We're all fine. We're on a plane to Phoenix. We should be there soon."

"No! You're going to get hurt! I couldn't live with that!!"

"Rose... I'm going to be okay. Calm down," he murmured.

"What if something happens to you?" I whimpered.

"Nothing's going to happen to me or anyone. Except James."

I shuddered upon hearing the threat in his soft voice.

"I won't live without you," I said stubbornly.

"You won't have to. I promise."

"Really promise?"

"Yes. Remember?" he started to sing."I'll come in from the storm. 'I'll taste you sweet and warm.' I meant that."

"Don't die, my angel," I warned.

He laughed gravely.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"I love you."

I love you eternally. Never doubt that."

Then, the line went dead. I felt my misery return and handed the phone back to Esme. I closed my eyes and cried silently... Tearlessly...

We take sour sips from life's lush lips...We keep the beat with your blistered feet. We bullet the words at the mocking birds, singing.....

Please come home, my love.