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Breakdown

Summary:
img513/1421/breakdownbannerjt5.png "Would you like to hear my story, Bella? It doesn't have a happy ending—but which of ours does? If we had happy endings, we'd all be under gravestones now." Based off this quote from Eclipse...or what happens after this speech/monologue.


Notes:
Well. This is going to be a oneshot, unless you guys want me to continue. If not, I'll stop here. But for those of you who have a thing for Emmett/Rosalie material, you might want to encourage the continuation of this story. Or if you have some strange fetish for me and my writing..skills.


3. Anger

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His lips had caught mine before I could continue to argue my point. Looking back upon that now, I wish that I had stopped him and hadn't given up on convincing him. But now, here we were, about to take on eighteen newborn vampires plus Victoria.

How could they have been so thick?! I told them. I told them this was going to happen.

Edward was high in the mountains now, and the rest of us were having a last minute hunt to strengthen up as much as possible. But even though I had full confidence in my family's abilities as well as my own, I couldn't help but be angry with our most recent precarious situation.

"Why is it always us that has to deal with this shit?" I stormed aloud.

"Karma?" Emmett shrugged, licking the last remnants of blood from his teeth.

I shot him a look.

"I'm serious. Why doesn't the Volturi ever step in to help with this stuff? It's their reputation..."

"This is minor shit for them, Rose. They have their own issues.."

"Well they're lucky we're here, aren't they?" I pressed on, growling through my clenched teeth.

"I guess," Emmett mumbled, trying to ignore my rant.

"Ever wonder what hell would be wreaked around the States if we weren't always there to deal with it? It always us...Why us? Did we do something immoral? Or kill some innocent?" I continued, hands curled into fists, taking swings at the tree trunk.

Emmett caught my hands before the trunk snapped all the way in half. He gently unfolded them, kissing each palm before returning them to my sides. I twisted around to meet his eyes. They were a brilliant butterscotch-y color, the excitement still leftover from hunting.

"It's always us," I fumed quietly, hands curling back up against his chest.

"It seems like that, doesn't it?" he murmured thoughfully.

"That's because it is," I insisted.

"I guess it is....You just have to learn not to let it make you mad."

"Easy for you to say," I grumbled, looking down toward his shoes.

I could feel him smiling down at me, feel his eyes watching my face. I looked back up at him, grudgingly smiling back. He laughed, the joyous sound reverberating off the trees. I closed my eyes, listening to the trees shake from the volume of his laugh. He took advantage of my closed eyes and leaned down to kiss me.

I protested feebly, helpless to the soft and cool of his lips, finally surrendering my anger to the silent pleading of his lips on mine. Momentarily.

"Damn it, Emmett! That's not fair! Cheater!"

"What'd I do?" he mubled, confused.

"I was still venting my anger, but you were trying to distract me so I would stop." I pouted, sticking my bottom lip out childishly.

His eyes narrowed wickedly. He held my hands down, pinned to my sides and then leaned down to pull my bottom lip between his teeth. I clamped my mouth shut. Then he pouted back at me.

"It's not going to work," I sang, looking past his face at the fading sunlight behind him.

He growled, eyed finding mine again. I looked past them. I stood firm, not releasing my anger for anything.