"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.
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.
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Let his heart beat once and I'll never ask for anything again. I remember myself bargaining, begging.
That was the least of my problems now. Now, we were in full blown combat with the newborns. Now, I feared not only for my eternity, but for his as well. I couldn't see him anymore, but I figured that seeing him might have gotten me in even more trouble.
Through my peripheral vision, I could see Alice darting about, dodging a particularly hefty and clumsy newborn. Jasper pouncing, Carlisle wrestling a particularly nasty one to the ground, his teeth gritted through the violence of it all. Esme watched him from the corner of her eye, teeth slicing easily through this one's neck. She winced as it hit the ground.
No Emmett. He had sprung upon one, pushing it back through the trees and away from me. The one I was battling now, although significantly stronger than I, was particularly stupid. Two sharp jabs to the side of the head and a swipe of the teeth and he was dead. Or whatever it is that happens to us. I made sure that everyone was taken care of before leaping quickly for the trees.
I ran, searching frantically for any traces of him. A scent, a snarl, anything. I found myself bargaining again.
Let me find him alive and I'll never curse Bella again. Let him be unharmed and I'll never make fun of Edward or anyone else ever again.. Let him be okay and...
Such worthless, stupid promises. But, even though I knew they wouldn't affect anything that had already occurred here, I continued my fruitless search and empty bargains. I could smell him. Finally, at long last!!
"Emmett!" I cried, desperately hopping over low branches and kicking loose soil all over the place.
"Rosalie?!" he whispered, turning to face me.
"You're okay?" I asked flatly.
"Hell yes!" he cried, a broad grin stretching across his face.
"The wolves?" I asked anxiously.
"The Jacob-beast got fucked around pretty bad, but they say he's going to be okay."
"That's good," I whispered, looking at my blood-spattered feet.
He held me then, my arms curled around his shoulders and his hands rubbing between my shoulder blades. I bit my lip, trying so desperately hard not to cry from relief. He ran his hands through my hair, tugging the leaves and broken twigs from it gently. I pressed my lips to his neck, ignoring the healing gashes. He winced as the snow cold of my lips met the feverish dull gray of his neck.
"I'm so damn glad you're safe," he whispered.
"Me too.. Maybe my bargains were accepted after all..."
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
And with that, I smash my lips to his, ignoring his confused protests. For now, everything is fine. But, as much as I'd love for it to be true, I know that this is no where near over.