Wiping The Slate Clean

December 31st, 1936

It’s really too bad that Royce King, John, and the other yahoos were dead, otherwise I would have made sure they were dead by midnight, not to see another year. For this I am proud of my Rosalie. Of course that is not what Rosalie needed right now. Right now she needed me and my understanding.

I slowly got up and walked to the window where Rosalie was standing and staring out into the New York lights. I was very careful to be sure that she felt safe.

I walked over to stand next to her, not behind her, as I didn’t want to startle her. I then turned toward her and I slowly took her hands, one at a time, as gentle as I could, and turned her towards me. I could see the emotions building up inside of her.

I slowly hugged her closely and whispered, “Please Rosalie, let me in just a little, I would like have my turn to talk”. Rosalie answered “Okay, Emmett, I see you have a lot to say, although I may not like it”, finishing with “I understand if you decide to leave me, I come with a lot of baggage.”

“Okay Rosalie,” I was starting to get a little angry now. “It is time for you to sit and not speak.” As she was beginning to sit down she started to say “but….” That is when I put my finger to her lips. I sat next to her, holding her hand.

“You have given me more than I could have even imagined,” I stared into her eyes so she could see the sincerity in what I was saying. “If you had just let me die when I was attacked, I never would have met you, my soul mate, and my angel”. Rosalie said “I never should have turned you into this life!” I replied quietly, “Then my life wouldn’t have been complete. Rosalie, we are meant to be together, if not in a human life, than in this life.” I went on without hesitation, “The moment I heard your voice, the moment I saw your face, the moment I woke up I was so drawn to you like Romeo and Juliet. One could not live without the other.” I watched her beautiful eyes gazing into mine; I thought she must be looking in my soul. “I know how much you hate this life, and I probably would if I didn’t have you to share it with”, I told her, eagerly pouring out love and sincerity. “So please never beg me to forgive you because you think you were selfish for doing this to me…to us, our destiny is to be together and I thank God for you every day!”

I let that sink in for a little bit, and then went on to the next that was hurting my love. “Rosalie, what happened to you was totally unforgiving,” she cringed and said “I know Emmett, and I understand why you want to leave!” “Leave?” I stood up and started to pace, “Leave?! For someone who is so sharp, Rosalie, you missed the target. You are the purest woman I have ever met. You think you have everyone fooled that you are a shallow, inconsiderate person, but not me, I see the real you.” I took a breath, “I see through the facade you put on so well. You know you are beyond beautiful, but it’s not who you are, and all of us know it. You are special not because of your looks, but of your listening and love for all of us.” I sighed, Vampires don’t sleep, but that doesn’t mean we don’t get exhausted. “What Royce King,” and just the mention of his name made her stiffen and pull back, but I went on, “What Royce King did to you was inexcusable, you did nothing wrong, you did not ask for it, you did not seduce him. But because of your beauty you gained attention from the wrong man. With that you trusted him so much, why would you ever think he could do something like that to you?”

“If you had not killed him I would be out there giving you a New Year’s present. What they did to you was not love, at least not the way that kind of love should be. It was power, they had power over you, and with every scream they satisfied their sadistic need even more.” Rosalie started sobbing without any tears, the only way a vampire can, and I finished with “I am from the South, and I do have a higher sense of morals and actions. The actions of those men would have been handled in the woods. My morals tell me you are refined and vitreous and I would be honored to be with you for eternity.” Rosalie jumped up and nearly crushed me in her embrace. Still crying and sobbing, but it was different. It seemed that she was relieved not to have to hold back from me anymore. The she kissed me, I mean really kissed me. I was so shocked to believe it was really happening. I knew it was a breakthrough for her, for me, and most of all for us.

“Rosalie”, I softly spoke in her ear, “I hope somewhere in your heart you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you”, she stepped back and looked me straight in the eye and said “Oh Emmett, I was so afraid to tell you. I thought you would think I believed in sex before marriage, that you would think I was a tramp.”

“No Rosalie, you were the victim of a sick minded individual, and I know you never suspected him to act like that. I think that we need to go slow. I am afraid I may do something to you that will push the button on the wrong memory. You need to talk to me and we will work it out together.” Rosalie remarked softly “I promise, Emmett, to tell you when I start to feel uncomfortable, maybe we could talk it out. If I do lose it again Emmett, what will you do then?” I answered quickly, as not to seem hesitant at all, “Then I will help you distinguish between the ugly past and the wonderful present.” She hugged me tightly; I have never felt so close in such a long time.

“One last thing Rosalie,” “What is that, Emmett?” “I promise to try not to do this, but if I call you Rose, please don’t hate me” She then smiled at me, not just her mouth, but her eyes and her total body smiled “Emmett you may call me Rose anytime you want to, but don’t tell anyone else. I don’t want it to come from anyone from you”, and with that the slate was wiped clean.

When the family came back all I saw was Edward nodding yes to Carlisle and Esme. I think they were just as relieved as I was at this point. Esme grabbed Rosalie, no words needed to be said. Edward broke the silence: “Everyone, let’s get ready to dance, in two hours it will be a new year!”

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