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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.

7. Balancing

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“I promise...” On his back, running through the dense forest near our house, it was so easy to believe that I truly wouldn't ever be left alone. But somehow, I knew that it wouldn't be the last time he'd be away from me. I could thank Edward for that. I kissed Emmett's neck, and I could feel him smiling.

“Thanks for that,” he murmured.


We finally reached the empty house. Emmett carried me up the stiars to our room, despire my giggle-filled protests. We collapsed onto our bed and I buried my face into his chest. I wrinkled my nose.

“You smell like lighter fluid,” I noticed. He looked away.


He got up and pulled his shirt off. God. He tossed it into a basket and fell back onto the bed next to me, after putting on another shirt.

“So are you going to tell me why you smell like lighter fluid?” I asked. He sighed and I pressed myself against him, placing his arms around me.

“Please?” I whispered against his lips. He groaned.

“Jasper poured it all over James's...remains...and I lit it.”


He pressed his lips to mine and his tongue flickered across me teeth, but I pushed him away. He looked at me in confusion...and disappointment.

“Something's out of balance...” I propped myself up on my elbows, looking around.


I got up and headed out the door to Edward's room.

“Rose...come back here,” Emmett called. I heard him get up, and he was suddenly next to me. Everything seemed to be in place...except for...

My eyes darted to Edward's dark wooded dresser that sat on the opposite wall of his CD collection. I darted over to it and started sifting through the bottom drawer's contents. Hmm... Nothing unusual in this one – assorted pairs of designer jeans and black pants. How boring can you get? The next drawer was all shirts, long-sleeved and pale-colored. I'm sensing a pattern here...

Finally, I found it. Nestled in a drawer full of neatly-folded socks was a black, velvet box. I picked it up and whirled around.

“Rose, what is that?” Emmett whispered. I motioned him over.

“I'm not sure.”

“Well then, open it!”

“Are you sure?” I asked, hesitant.


“Okay then.” I opened it ever so slightly. The suspense was killing him, I could tell.

“Oh, come on already!” he said. he ran over and grabbed the box. He spun around, opened it, and gasped.

“Oh. My. God.”

“What is it?!”

“It's a ring,” he murmured. I gasped, and my surprise was replaced with utter confusion. A thousand emotions were running through my head all at once.

That's so awesome! Go Edward! How could he?! Why didn't I know? Doesn't he love me? Why is he choosing her over me?

“Hmm...So my baby brother's getting married,” Emmett speculated. I was too stunned to respond. It was beautiful. The band was simple, silver, and the diamond was huge. Bella would flip out...and then reject it. She had issues with stuff like that. I took the box back and snapped it shut. I strode back to the dresser and put the box down in between the socks.

I closed the drawer, leaning against it for a moment.

“Why didn't he tell us?” I whispered harshly.

“I don't even think he's sure of what he's going to do,” Emmett replied.


“I'm not sure...but we should keep quiet until he's sure. He might lose it if he finds out that we know.”

“I guess,” I responded, disappointed. He led me out of Edward's room and down the stairs.

“Where are we going?” I asked quizzically.

“You'll see...go sit on the couch, would you?”

“Fine.” I stalked over to the couch and laid down across it on my side.

“Close your eyes, my love!” Emmett called from the kitchen. I closed my eyes reluctantly. I could hear him banging and clattering around, making a mess, no doubt.

“What are you doing?” I opened my eyes.

“Keep them closed! I'm coming in there!” I sighed, but then closed my eyes again.

I could feel him in front of me. His breathing quickened. I look hot like this, don't I? Slow down, hot shot. You have to wait until we get back upstairs.

“Okay. Open your eyes.” He sounded excited. I opened them and froze.

“What the hell is that?” In front of me was a tiny, fluffy colorful thing.

“It's a cupcake, Rose. Bella taught me how to make them.”

“You do know if I eat that, I'd have to cough it up, right?” I said, pointing at it.

“Just...rip it apart. You have to find the surprise!”

I ripped it up quickly and my fingers brushed against something cold.

It was a ring.

“Surprise, my angel,” Emmett whispered softly.

Struck down, before our prime, before you got off the floor. Can you stake my heart? Can you stake my heart? And these thoughts of endless night bring us back into the light, and this venom from my heart.