I do not own Twilight...although i wish i owned Emmett...fine piece of vampirey goodness :p anyway...heres the story !
Preface:
Emmett sat upon her bed. Wishing and wondering what it would have been like if Rosalie had survived that horrible summer. The days seemed to grow endlessly longer, always blending into eachother with no real sign of stopping. Every day was like being in darkness. He couldn't see anything but her...he knew he needed her, yet he couldn't have her any longer. She was gone, taken to wherever they take the lost souls...heaven ? hell...he didn't know, yet somehow he wanted to find out. He thought of flying to Italy and asking the Volturi for their help...but no one would even pity him with that. He sighed a long, heavy breath that was un-needed. Emmett tried to clear his mind of her...why couldn't he just let her go? Why did he have to have these lingering thoughts of her...her smell, the way her soft, blonde hair ran to the middle of her back...or the way she always wore the prettiest clothes money could buy? Couldn't he just be like every other man in this world? Forget the girl...but he wasn't like other men. He was stronger and faster. His eyes wandered around her room quickly. It's exactly how she left it...her clothes lying on the floor...her makeup scattered about on the dresser, her jewlery laid in tangles upon her side table. Emmett shook his head, not wanting to take anymore of this, not able to take anymore of her. He had to do something to get his mind off of Rosalie one and for all. She needed to be pushed into the back of his dark and dreary mind...his endless struggle was to come to an end. And hopefully sometime soon...he'd see the light.
Chapter one - Indian History
Emmett:
Emmett tapped his pencil on his desk, then on his book...so blindingly fast that no one could even see or hear him. The history teacher was ranting on and on about some new historic discovery...supposedly...the discovery of an ancient tribe or people from the Americas. "You see class, the ancient people of the Sioux Teton tribe were forced to split up into seven groups when the French took ownership of their land in the early 1600s." The teacher paused and eyed the class before returning to his speech. "Once they were split up the French then struck, destroying tribes of the Tetons. They believed that the Indians were the devil's people, for they believed in the earth and worshiping the earth and gods that the French had no concept of. Although the French annihilated most of the Teton tribes...they didn't know that one survived." The teacher smirked wickedly. "They didn't realize that the Indians were smarter then they had planned on...the remaining of the Sioux tribes retreated into the Northern hills of South Dakota, taking with them the anger and need for revenge the Teton tribe rebuilt inside the forests and hills." He saw that no one else was following his train of thought so he decided to switch it up a bit. "Anyway the real reason this discovery is so important is because the Sioux tribe now have a way to regain their lands...isn't that what all of the Indians wanted?" Emmett mumbled a 'yes' and closed his eyes momentarily...wishing and dreaming that he could fall asleep like Mike Newton was in the back row. "So on that note...I would like to introduce our new student...a member of the Sioux Teton tribe- Dakota Anapokaga...wow that was a mouth full." The teacher chuckled as everyone looked to the door. Emmett sat up instantly smelling her, watching as her aura lit up the room. She was absolutely beautiful, much like the Quillette Indians...yet with a distintive edge that they didn't have. She didn't smell horrible like the wolves did...so that was good- meant she didn't have that sort of blood running through her...but what kind of blood did she possess? Her dark brown eyes scanned the entire room, surveying as many new kids do...except she looked to be analyzing the entire room, breaking down even the simplest of things. Her hair was woven into one large, loose braid that hung to the one side of her shoulder. Emmett saw the way her hair was highlighted from many days in the sun, yet others could not...because her hair was so dark. He looked to her skin, realizing that it wasnt as dark as you would normally think of a Native American Indian's to be...it had this slight cream color to it. Making him want to run his fingers over it...feel just how smooth it looked. Emmett shook his head and looked back at her face as she talked with the teacher. For once he could concentrate on her voice, light and delicate she spoke with an accent, a very old and feminine accent that brought his attention to the other students. Mike Newton had actually awoken and was staring at the girl with red, tired eyes. "Whoa..." Mike said breathing out. He shook his head, trying to focus...yet if he had seen her they way Emmett was he'd have died instantly. Her beauty was that only comparable to Rosalie. The moment the thought crossed his mind was the same moment he growled very low in his throat...that way no one could hear. No one would compare to Rosalie...not even this little wisp of a girl. "She sure is something..." Mike said continuing to breath. "Sure." Emmett grumbled looking to the clock...45 more minutes...he could make it. "I was just educating the class on your peoples' history." The teacher said handing back the paper that she had to get signed. "Really?" She said eloquently. "Yes, how the French forced your tribe to split...yet you and your family remained." He shook his head, uncomprehending. "How did you do it?" He asked Dakota. She swallowed and in that moment Emmett knew. Oh Emmett knew her little secret. "How should I know Mr. Terson? I wasn't there...nor do we speak of that time. We call it Kte Lakota Oyate at home. The killing of the Sioux Nation." When she spoke in that most ancient of dialects Emmett smirked. "Gotcha." He murmured under his breath. Dakota turned her head and smiled directly at Emmett.
Dakota:
Dakota turned her head towards the boy sitting in the middle row, He was very handsome...in the way that all of his kind were. Predators in the night, Awicha Chante; Or those without hearts. She was warned by her father and mother that she would encounter those of other kinds in places such as this...yet she didn't listen to them. Dakota had to find out for herself that the Awicha Chantes were bad. The boy smirked at her, as though he knew something that the rest of the student class did not...of course he does. He must already know all about her, he must be at least 200 years old...judging by the way he is so collected in the class room...not ripping out someone's throat at every moment. She surveyed the class once more before taking her seat, in the back of the classroom next to a young girl whose name was Jessica. "Hey! My name's Jessica...but you can call me Jess." She smiled sweetly, and Dakota smiled back. Jessica was a pretty girl by most people's standards. Her dark brown hair was wildly curly and her hazel eyes were a little on the dull side, yet she had this sweet smile that made her very like-able. "Hey...I'm Dakota." Jessica flipped her hair to one side and looked to the board. "You know, Dakota...all of the boys are staring at you right?" Dakota flushed red instantly and looked around the room. "Uh why?" Dakota's eyes landed on Emmett once more and she gave him the same intensity that he gave to her. "Hell if I know, same thing happened with Bella... swear to stay away from the Cullens?" That brought Dakota's attention back to Jessica. "Who?" Jessica rolled her hazel eyes and turned her body towards Dakota. "Listen...the Cullens are the most good-looking family here, and get this... they're all together. Well except Emmett...he lost his girlfriend last summer." Dakota's eyes grew large and sad. "What happened to her?" Dakota looked up at Emmett who immediately turned his head as though he heard their conversation. "No one really knows...I guess that bear got her... At least thats what Dr. Cullen tells everyone. Dakota chewed on her lip thoughtfully. "Wow, that must have been hard on them all. Death is never an easy situation." Jessica nodded her head and turned back to the teacher to finish the lesson. All the while Dakota focused on that boy Emmett. She didn't know much about him, but something deep down in her bones told her no...told her to let him be. Let him go through the darkness Daughter- Her mother's voice echoed throughout the room, sending chills down her spine.