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"What happened?" he asked me, barring my way.

"It was a man. I asked Carlisle to save him for me," I answered, trying to continue to meet his gaze evenly.

"What? Why would you do that?" he asked. "After what you've been through, after what I've been through, why would you ask Carlisle to put him through the same thing?"

"I don't know, Edward. I just..I couldn't let him die. Don't ask me to explain myself."

With that I turned away from him and continued down the hall to Esme's room, where I told her what I had felt, the inexplicable need to save his life, the man's screams echoing throughout the house the whole time.

Esme understood me. After all, she had gone through the same thing I was putting him through right now. Despite what Edward said, she assured me that the young man would be grateful for what I'd done. I hoped so. What if he hated me for doing this to him? What if he despised me? But then, why did I care how he felt about me? Anyways, I'd saved his life to some degree. He should be grateful. The three days passed slowly for me, but I'm sure even more agonizingly for the man. I never went in to see how he was doing. I couldn't bear to see him in pain and know it was because of me. Finally, the screaming coming from my room began to lessen, to fade, if only just a little bit. I was relieved his pain was finally coming to an end. If he hated me for having him changed, I would suffer with the guilt for the rest of my life. However, if he thanked me for it, maybe I could have another brother. At 9:34 pm, three days after I'd found him, the screaming stopped completely. I began to go up the stairs to talk to the man when I found myself still afraid. What if he was angry? What if he yelled?

'Don't be silly,' I scoffed at myself. 'When has a man ever yelled at you?' Still, I wasn't completely soothed. I was still contemplating whether or not I should go up when I heard Esme call my name softly.

"Rose," she said, "Rose, come here please."

"Coming," I said as I continued up the stairs. I walked quickly and silently down the hall to my room, and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Carlisle said. I opened the door and stepped into my room. Carlisle and Esme were sitting by the head of the bed and Edward was standing at the foot. The young man I had dared to change was propped up on my pillows in my bed, staring at me.

"Um, hello," I offered.

"Hi," he replied. He seemed to be waiting. He didn't seem angry. Then again, he didn't look exceptionally happy either.

"Look, I'm really sorry I asked to change you, without your permission. I know what that's like, believe me I know, and I'm sorry if this isn't what you want. I'm sorry." My god. For the first time in my life, I was tripping over myself to explain myself to some stranger. A man, no less. That's when he smiled, stunning me completely.

"I'm not angry, miss. I want to thank you, actually, for saving me from that bear. I'd be six feet under right now if it weren't for you," he said. If I could have blushed, I'd be scarlet.

"Well, then, you're welcome," I smiled back.

"Alright, then we've explained everything. Do you want to go hunting right away?" Carlisle asked him.

"Actually, if it's alright, I'd like a few moments to speak to Rosalie alone," he said. If I'd had blood, it would've drained from my face in a second.

"Alright, dear. Let us know when you're ready to go and Rose will call for us," Esme said. He nodded and everyone filed out of the room. If I wasn't mistaken, I'd swear Edward gave me a smug smile before he left. He gestured to one of the chairs Esme and Carlisle had just vacated, and walked over and sat down.

"I'm sorry," I began, "You know my name, but I don't know yours." He smiled.

"Emmet," was all he said.

"Emmet," I replied, tasting the word. "Welcome to the family, Emmet. You will be staying, won't you?" He nodded, and I smiled.

"Rosalie, I need you to understand how grateful I am to you," Emmet said. "When I saw that bear coming at me, I thought for sure that was the end of my life. In all honesty, if you hadn't come along, I'd be dead."

"Emmet, you need to understand," I answered. "You have no idea how many times I almost killed you all the way here. Your blood was calling me, and I wanted so badly just to take it. You've cheated death in the past three days more than was your fair share."

"I suppose so," he replied, laughing instead of becoming horrified at my confession. "But know that I will always owe my life to you, ok?" I shook my head.

"You don't owe me anything," I said. "I asked Carlisle to change you out of my own selfishness."

"Rose, I'd rather be here right now than dead," He said. "So don't worry about it, ok?" I nodded. "Good. Then let's go get something to eat."

It's been six weeks since Emmet's change was completed, and I've never been happier. About four weeks after he changed, I realized I'd begun to feel something more than friendship or brotherhood toward him. I tried to keep my feelings a secret, I tried to hide them so much. I wouldn't have them jeopardize the family. Emmet and Edward had become close almost immediately. I wouldn't get in the way. But I suppose it was fate that would get in the way, because one week later, Emmet found me sitting in a copse of trees that bordered the house, reading. He came and sat beside me. I put my book down and smiled as he sat down.

"Rosalie, I need to talk to you," he began. Oh no. He knew. He knew! But how? How did he know? Was I that obvious?

"I was just talking with Edward, you see." Oh. My. God. Edward. I was going to kill him for this. He was dead, he was so very, very dead.

"Oh, hell," he said "I'll just say it. Rosalie, I love you. I love you, ok?"

"What?" I screeched. He loved me, too? "But, but how?" I stammered. "How could you love me? I damned you to this living hell out my own selfishness. I did this. How could you love me?"

"Rosalie, I told you, I'd much rather be like this then rotting away in a coffin somewhere," he answered. "Besides, Hell isn't so bad if you get to keep an angel with you. I love you, Rosalie. I love you." I couldn't say anything. If I could cry, tears would be pouring down my cheeks right now.

"I love you, too, Emmet," I said.

"Really?" he asked. I laughed and nodded. He leapt up and whooped for joy, scooping me up. I threw my arms around his neck as he spun me around, holding me to him. Finally, he set me down.

"I love you, Rose," he said.

"I love you, Emmet," I answered. And then he kissed me. This was not like the other kisses I had experienced with Royce. This kiss included passion, love and a feeling of righteousness. This was right. Finally, I, Rosalie Lillian Hale Cullen, had found my Prince Charming.

A/N: Ok, that's it. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I think it's one of the best. I like it, anyways. Anywho, that's it, there ain't no more. If you liked this story, go check out my other one's, which you can find links to on my profile. I hope to see some of your reviews show up in my other stories. Till next time, your Sensei!