Rosalie Point of View
It was a usual siku in Forks, i.e. cloudy and drizzling. I looked out my window and stared into the forest. I could see the bubbling stream as it wound its way through the trees. I took notice to the burning in my throat, and with nothing better to do, I decided it was time for a hunt. “Emmett,” I say without raising my voice, knowing he would hear me. He was up within seconds, standing in the doorway. “Yes Rosalie? Is everything okay babe?” He alisema with a touch of concern. Only then did I realize I had my hand on my throat. “Yes, of course,” I replied, “actually I was just about to go hunting.” “Oh really?” Emmett smiles as he crosses the room and walks over to me. “Care for some company?” he says as he wraps his arms around me. I smile into his chest as I say, “I’ll take your company any time”. “Well then let’s go Rose! Its grizzly kubeba season wewe know,” Emmett says with a wink. I laugh at his eagerness and follow him out the door.
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We walked through the forest for a little bit before we catch the smell of a grizzly bear. Emmett crouches down and waits for the kubeba to draw closer. I climb up a mti for an aerial view because frankly, watching Emmett hunt is just plain hot. Plus, I know he’ll zaidi than gladly share his catch with me. I hear the low growl in his chest as he prepares to spring. This catches the bear’s attention and he heads in Emmett’s direction. Emmett jumps at the kubeba and snaps at it. He doesn’t seriously injure the kubeba and I know that Emmett wants to play. I chuckle at how childish my upendo can be. He turns around and winks at me up the tree. The kubeba takes this opportunity to strike at Emmett’s back. I hear the sound of his shati being ripped to shreds and I grimace. “Esme’s going to be pissed,” I tell him. I recognized the shati being a krisimasi gift from her. Emmett just chuckles as he takes another swipe at the bear. The two go on like this for a while and finally I lose my patience. I jump from the juu of the mti and snap the bear’s neck in about a second. “Hey!” Emmett says, but I don’t say anything back. I simply sink my teeth into the bears neck and drink. The sweet blood flooding my mouth and turning the unbearable burn into a dull ache. “You impatient little thing,” he chuckles as he joins me in my feast. After we’re done Emmett throws the kubeba aside, leaving it’s carcass for another animal. I see some blood dribbling out of the corners of his mouth and I scoot closer to him to wipe it off. Emmett looks down and looks me right in my eyes, now a golden color rather than the coal that they were. The inayofuata thing I know I’m being pressed up against the tree, Emmett’s mouth attacking mine as he kisses me with vigor. He takes me wrists and puts my arms above my head. He keeps his grasp on my hands as he trails kisses along my jaw line and down my neck. I feel his hands close around my hands and then suddenly I hear a small cracking sound. “Emmett,” I say trying to push him away, but he ignores me and continues placing chaste kisses along my jaw. “Emmett!” I persist. I try to push him away but I just don’t think that he’s getting the hint. Damn his strength I say in my mind. “Emmett please stop,” I plead. He pulls back and looks at me, his eyes alive with concern, wondering what he did wrong. I pull my left hand down and look at my ring finger. There’s nothing there. I gasp and look down on the ground. In pieces I see my ring, the first ring Emmett gave me when he asked me to marry him for the first time. The only wedding ring he had ever gotten me. Even though we had several weddings I always used the same ring, no other ring would be as special as the very first ring. And there it was, in about 20 pieces lying on the ground. Emmett senses something is wrong and the panic is written all over his face. “Rosalie, what’s wrong? Rose?” He says. He follows the direction that my eyes are looking at and sees the ring in pieces on the ground. “Um are wewe upset about me breaking your ring au something Rose?” he says, confused. I look up and glare at him. “Am I angry about the ring? Of course I’m angry about the ring Emmett! That was the very first ring wewe gave me! The only ring wewe gave me! It meant zaidi to me than anything else, and wewe broke it! Emmett wewe broke it into 20 something pieces! And wewe want to know if I’m upset?” I gradually get louder and kwa the time I finish my speech I am yelling in his face. He flinches at my voice but before I can find it in me to feel sorry for exploding at him, I turn on my heel and run home. I hear Emmett following behind me, so I make some unnecessary detours and eventually lose him. I find myself on the edge of a cliff, looking out into the ocean. I sit down as look out to sea, all too aware of the empty space on my ring finger.
It was a usual siku in Forks, i.e. cloudy and drizzling. I looked out my window and stared into the forest. I could see the bubbling stream as it wound its way through the trees. I took notice to the burning in my throat, and with nothing better to do, I decided it was time for a hunt. “Emmett,” I say without raising my voice, knowing he would hear me. He was up within seconds, standing in the doorway. “Yes Rosalie? Is everything okay babe?” He alisema with a touch of concern. Only then did I realize I had my hand on my throat. “Yes, of course,” I replied, “actually I was just about to go hunting.” “Oh really?” Emmett smiles as he crosses the room and walks over to me. “Care for some company?” he says as he wraps his arms around me. I smile into his chest as I say, “I’ll take your company any time”. “Well then let’s go Rose! Its grizzly kubeba season wewe know,” Emmett says with a wink. I laugh at his eagerness and follow him out the door.
* * *
We walked through the forest for a little bit before we catch the smell of a grizzly bear. Emmett crouches down and waits for the kubeba to draw closer. I climb up a mti for an aerial view because frankly, watching Emmett hunt is just plain hot. Plus, I know he’ll zaidi than gladly share his catch with me. I hear the low growl in his chest as he prepares to spring. This catches the bear’s attention and he heads in Emmett’s direction. Emmett jumps at the kubeba and snaps at it. He doesn’t seriously injure the kubeba and I know that Emmett wants to play. I chuckle at how childish my upendo can be. He turns around and winks at me up the tree. The kubeba takes this opportunity to strike at Emmett’s back. I hear the sound of his shati being ripped to shreds and I grimace. “Esme’s going to be pissed,” I tell him. I recognized the shati being a krisimasi gift from her. Emmett just chuckles as he takes another swipe at the bear. The two go on like this for a while and finally I lose my patience. I jump from the juu of the mti and snap the bear’s neck in about a second. “Hey!” Emmett says, but I don’t say anything back. I simply sink my teeth into the bears neck and drink. The sweet blood flooding my mouth and turning the unbearable burn into a dull ache. “You impatient little thing,” he chuckles as he joins me in my feast. After we’re done Emmett throws the kubeba aside, leaving it’s carcass for another animal. I see some blood dribbling out of the corners of his mouth and I scoot closer to him to wipe it off. Emmett looks down and looks me right in my eyes, now a golden color rather than the coal that they were. The inayofuata thing I know I’m being pressed up against the tree, Emmett’s mouth attacking mine as he kisses me with vigor. He takes me wrists and puts my arms above my head. He keeps his grasp on my hands as he trails kisses along my jaw line and down my neck. I feel his hands close around my hands and then suddenly I hear a small cracking sound. “Emmett,” I say trying to push him away, but he ignores me and continues placing chaste kisses along my jaw. “Emmett!” I persist. I try to push him away but I just don’t think that he’s getting the hint. Damn his strength I say in my mind. “Emmett please stop,” I plead. He pulls back and looks at me, his eyes alive with concern, wondering what he did wrong. I pull my left hand down and look at my ring finger. There’s nothing there. I gasp and look down on the ground. In pieces I see my ring, the first ring Emmett gave me when he asked me to marry him for the first time. The only wedding ring he had ever gotten me. Even though we had several weddings I always used the same ring, no other ring would be as special as the very first ring. And there it was, in about 20 pieces lying on the ground. Emmett senses something is wrong and the panic is written all over his face. “Rosalie, what’s wrong? Rose?” He says. He follows the direction that my eyes are looking at and sees the ring in pieces on the ground. “Um are wewe upset about me breaking your ring au something Rose?” he says, confused. I look up and glare at him. “Am I angry about the ring? Of course I’m angry about the ring Emmett! That was the very first ring wewe gave me! The only ring wewe gave me! It meant zaidi to me than anything else, and wewe broke it! Emmett wewe broke it into 20 something pieces! And wewe want to know if I’m upset?” I gradually get louder and kwa the time I finish my speech I am yelling in his face. He flinches at my voice but before I can find it in me to feel sorry for exploding at him, I turn on my heel and run home. I hear Emmett following behind me, so I make some unnecessary detours and eventually lose him. I find myself on the edge of a cliff, looking out into the ocean. I sit down as look out to sea, all too aware of the empty space on my ring finger.