When the thirst comes over Emmett, the forest is no longer trails and trees, it's his playground. Bears, mountain lions, whatever he can find; they're his new toy, his food. The blood will reach his nose before its even spilled, and isn't it grand. It's eerily silent this moment,except for the occasional rustle, and he can feel the misty cold, the droplets of moisture sitting against his own frozen skin.

He breaks into a run, watching the trunks of trees go by faster and faster. This was so much better than being a slow human, even if he hadn't realized it for a long time. He sped through a spider web and veered to the left, furiously shaking off a spider. An orb weaver landed on a rock nearby, and he crushed it before it crawled away. He wiped the critter's remains on his spendy jeans and straightened himself out.

'Haha, cut her again. Make sure to get her clothes, too.' Emmett stiffened. That didn't sound good. He stood rigid and listened intently.

'No, please!' 'Cut her stockings' 'Stop!' "SHUT UP.'

In his marble statue state, Emmett bargained with himself whether he should interfere. He found himself after the sound of the pleas before he could even decide clearly. About a mile west he crept silently behind a tree. Below him, in a mossy ditch, two men, possibly in their twenties or late teens, loomed over a weakened girl in the fetal position. One circled her, twirling a knife handle in his hand. Blood, hers presumably, splattered his varsity jacket.

Emmett did not like to see torture. They were disposed of before they could even say another word. Her blood smelled just the same as theirs, lame and spoiled. But she was losing it fast. He had never changed someone before. Should he now? The red oozing liquid blanketed itself over the fall leafs and he decided to go for it. It was definitely a first, and he was adventurous. He squeezed the palm of her hand gently, to see if she twitched. She did not.

He latched his teeth to her wrist, his venom instantaneously making its way through her veins. Emmett detached as quickly as he started, spitting her blood to the wet ground, wet with rain and her foul-tasting blood. He stood up, wiping his mouth and admiring his work. She began to convulse, and Emmett gently prodded her with his foot so she was on her back, She stared up at the dark Washington sky. Her eyes narrowed and her jaw locked, veins protruding in painful stress.

He couldn't just leave her here. No, he made the decision, he needed to get her out of sight. Not that anyone passed through here, day or night. But she and the two college boys were here, why take that risk? He picked her up gingerly and ran, looking for a suitable place to leave her.

It didn't take long for him to spot a crevice in the side Mt. Rainier, far from the public trails. He slid her inside, and as extra precaution pushed a rock in front of the small opening. He'd return to his creation when the time was right.

Emmett was nervous about returning home. Alice or Edward could have have possibly seen what he had done. He decided to stay near Bella as a shield.

She sat alone in the living room, the fireplace lending an unnecessary warmth. He recognized Edwards piano style and felt relief to discover it was just a cd. He plopped down on the couch beside her, watching as she gently turned the page of Pride and Prejudice. Bella had become much more elegant since her changing, but much more docile since Renesmee had gone to in live in La Push with her furry husband. A vampire-human hybrid on wolfy land. Times were really changing.

"Where is everyone?" Emmett found himself asking. There was a long silence as Bella's eyes sped over the pages. He noticed she was trying to read them at the slowest pace possible. Maybe she missed her lazy human reading level.

She finished her chapter and gently closed the book, her yellow eyes flicking to him.

"They've gone to Seattle for a few days, and then they'll join Edward on Isle Esmé. I think they needed a break from the greenery."

"A surprise road trip without me? Rosalie didn't put up a fuss?" Emmett asked. Bella stared off into space and slowly shook her head. "You were hunting, besides, it will only be a week or so. You'll survive."

"It's not like I'll die anyway." Cue exasperated roll of eyes from Isabella. "Anyway, you excited, Bells?"

"For what?"

"Halloween, of course!' Emmett grinned broadly. It was his favorite holiday, he was lucky enough to celebrate until the end of time.

"You mean a marketing ploy to encourage young children to take candy from strangers?" Bella asked. Emmett found himself gaping at the buzz killer. She rolled her eyes and returned to her book.

"What did you do today?' Bella implored as she read. He bit his lip, trying to recall the events other than changing a half dead girl and hiding her body in the mountain.

"I dunno, found myself a bear. Did dude stuff." He shrugged. She eyed him.

"Funny, you don't look like you've fed." She said absent-mindedly.

"Excuse me?" He asked, mock offended. He had ignored her enhanced senses. It was easier back when she thought they were a bunch of pale pompous models. Or it wasn't. He was just glad for a new sister.

"Your eyes are dark, and you're tapping your foot like mad." So he was.

"Oh well, um. I think I'm going to turn in for the night." He started for the stairs.

"You don't sleep, Emmett." Bella reminded him from the couch.

"Well, mom, I certainly have feelings?" He bounded up the steps and down the hall to his room, slamming the door behind him, even though it closed with a gentle click. Emmett breathed in the rosy scent of his wife and fell back into the satin covers of their bed, which was not for sleep; and rather a much more carnal activity that his Queen deserved to enjoy in only the greatest fabrics. He closed his eyes and focused on his lack of a heartbeat. Early morning came, and he still lay, listening to the chirping of the birds. Only two days and a half left.

Rosalie's POV

Sitting in the white sand of Isle Esmé, Rosalie felt herself lay down. The water lapped at her ankles but did not rise higher. If she could feel anything, it would be pain. The moon glittered and she closed her eyes, focusing on the lack of heartbeat or a rush of blood in her veins. This was for the best, she knew the outcome, but not if it would a week. She shuddered, with no breath. But if she were alive, her beautiful face would be soaked in tears.

"Rosalie, Rosalie! Come in!" She could hear Alice call. Rosalie shook her head and traced patterns in the sand.

"I know her heart js beating, and I know that I am dead." She squeezed her eyes, knuckles clenching, fists grabbing handfuls of her dress. This hurt so much, How could she sit her and just wait for such a tragedy to happen?

"Yet the pain I feel is real." She glanced back at the beautiful home behind her. Alice waited patiently by the door, understanding the stall. But she didn't understand. Her mate was inside, probably waiting for his pixie to bounce back. There were no tears to shed. She sighed and lifted herself and started a slow, almost human like trudge back to the house. Across those waters, her lover sat, unaware of the future's course. She would not stand in his way, but she could not handle the pain that would come. It would hurt just as much as the abandonment in the cobblestone streets.

A bit short/vague I know, but October really has me pumped. This will be a Halloween themed fanfiction, with inspirations from Tim Burton's music, Cure, et cetera. Lets just say what's hidden away isn't the holiest thing in the world. I would have have gone on longer, but alas, I am sick. But I have a lot of hope in this story. i hope you guys will enjoy! Happy 0ctober!