Hey guys. This is my first fanfic submission so I'm looking for feeback I can work with. If there's a particular direction you think the plotline should take then please do tell- I'm not Edward. Oh, and Twilight is entirely owned by Stephenie Meyer and I'm just basking in her reflected glory. Enjoy and critique!
I don't think it's something that you can ever quite get used to- being around flawless hundred year old beauties who feed on blood. The sooner Edward turns me the better. It wasn't that I didn't love them, it was that I felt so insignificant beside them. But I won't allow Edward to turn me until he gives me the one other thing that I want, oh so badly. Seriously, shouldn't he be arguing my side?
Emmett clapped his hands together just behind my head, snapping me out of my pensive trance and making me jump embarassingly. I threw my arm behind me in an effort to hit him, which he naturally dodged. "What's up, Bells? We're not boring you, are we?" He asked, plonking himself gracefully beside me on the unnaturally white lounge of the Cullen's mansion.
"'Course not. I just wish Edward would hurry up." I mumbled, stretching myself back into a lying position. "Do you know why he had to go hunting today? His eyes weren't even black."
Emmett smirked, his honey eyes lightening a little. "I have a few ideas. But I feel it would be unbrotherly of me to confide them in you." He said somberly, trying desperately to keep a straight face.
"Aww, come on, Emmett!" I complained, sitting up quickly, give myself a slight head spin.
He shook his head slowly, "No. I feel I would be betraying Edward's trust. And most definitely earning myself a few punches. I'm stronger, of course, but Edward will almost be able to catch me." He cursed under his breath.
"Since when do you care?" I asked, Emmett was just trying to avoid the question.
"You raise a good point, my lady." He confessed, still taking the mickey out of me, now with an Irish accent. He leaned in a little, as if that would prevent anyone in the Cullen family from hearing. "Would I be right in thinkin' that you've been tryin' to get a certain somethin' lately?"
His words caused my breath to catch in my throat and my cheeks flushed, even though they were said with the tongue of a leprechaun. "How do you know about that?"
He chuckled, still in the high pitched tone, "Lassie, in our family, nothin's a secret."
The relisation that should have been so obvious suddenly struck my human brain. "Alice.."
"..warned Edward." Emmett finished for me.
"So, she saw me succeeding?" I asked, too hopeful.
At this, he laughed, raucously. "Jeez, what's he been doing to ya'? You're starved, figuratively speaking."
My blush deepened, causing my face to resemble some kind of delicious fruit. I didn't answer, fearing that my clumsy tongue would give my face reason to stay this colour permanently.
His chuckles quitened and he looked at me. "I don't know how he does it, Bells. You're not completely hideous."
"Gosh, thanks, Emmett," my words dripped with sarcasm.
"I mean, if I had a thing for girls who couldn't walk a metre without cracking their head open, then I'd be looking at you."
I aimed a fist at his head which he dodged with plenty of time to spare. Not that he needed to, he wouldn't even have felt it. I was struck with a certain idea, one that I was extremely embarrased by, but one that I wanted to follow.
"Emmett," I began, sweetly, "You know how you're a guy and all?"
"Some say guy, some say supreme ruler of the known universe." He nodded, knowingly.
"And you know how you're Edward's brother?"
He nodded again, now too intrigued to come up with a smart ass comment.
"I was wondering if, maybe, you wouldn't mind, umm.."
"Spit it out, bells!" His voice echoed slightly in the wide spaces of the Cullen's living room.
"Giving me some hints." I blurted out, immediately regretting it, due to the sinister grin now dimpling his cheeks. "Aww, crap." I now murmured.