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My Angel

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


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


9. Edward! You Lying Slutpire!!!

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Swirling black sprals dance across my vision. I can see a pair of icy gray eyes and my spine stiffens. A knife flashes in front of me and then Edward was there, teeth clenched...His eyes drained to black and flickered indecisively. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine and...

My eyes flew open, only to find Emmett less than an inch from my face. My chest heaved violently as I gasped, trying to dispel the sick images.

"Are you alright, Rosy?" Emmett asked, his topaz eyes wide with concern. I pushed myself up on my forearms, examining the thick, red slashes that covered them.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He ran his fingertips along the scratches.

"Are you sure?" His eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Yes...why?"

"You kept cringing and hugging yourself like you were scared, or something. And then I kissed you and you screamed 'Edward!'"

"I did?" I shifted uncomfortably.

"Yeah."

"Oh...Did the others get back yet?" I asked.

"Yeah. Carlisle and Esme are hunting, Alice and Jasper are in their room."

"And Edward?"

"He's in his room...I haven't told him about the Triste bitch yet, so you'd better tell him about her the next time you talk to him."

"I'll do that right now." I rose fluidly from the bed and glided through the door to Edward's room. I knocked softly and then thrust the door open. Edward was sprawled across his couch on his back. His hands covered his face while his feet twitched apprehensively.

"Yes, Rosalie?" he spat.

"Calm down, loverboy. I just wanted to ask you something."

"Yeah, I know."

"Well, I'd rather talk to you."

"Fine then. What is it?" He sat up and I curled up across from him.

"I want to know what happened to me before Carlisle changed me."

He sighed. "Seriously?"

"Yes."

"His name was Tristan. I don't know why, but he stabbed and bit you. You already knew this. Why are you asking?"

"I got some of that memory back..."

His eyes widened. "How much?"

"Hmmm...I saw the knife, the eyes, heard the laugh, and..oh yeah, you fucking kissed me."

He rammed his fists into his forehead.

"Are you going to explain that?"

"Rosalie...well -- no, not really."

"You fuckin' slutpire."