I'm doing a complete overhaul of this story. This is chapter one.
Edward had been lounging on the sofa, reading a novel. He was serene as he turned a page. Emmett and Rosalie were pressed together in a chair, watching a movie about the 1800s. They both were whispering, sharing kisses and pressing as close as possible to the other. The room was extremely peaceful. Without warning, Edward bolted upright, the book hanging limply in his hand. He looked around wildly, swinging his feet to the floor and standing up. The teenager looked horrified, tossing the book back onto the couch before wringing his hands together as he paced the room. His eyes weren't focused on anything in the room, and his lips moved as if he wanted to speak, but no sound came out.. The two lovers glanced at him, frowning.
"You okay, Eddie?" Emmett asked lightly. Both of them thought that Edward was reacting to something that he had read. But when he didn't respond to his brother's question, both Emmett and Rosalie became worried. What was wrong with their brother?
"Ed?" Rosalie asked, standing up and reaching out to grab his arm.
Edward jumped as soon as she brushed his skin, and he spun to face her. His face was twisted in shock, and his eyes searched her face, as if looking for something that he wasn't finding.
"W-what?" Edward asked.
"Are you okay?"
Edward blinked, shaking his head at her then, to his siblings' surprise, he covered his ears and resumed pacing. His lips were moving even faster. The two vampires thought it was odd. The glanced at each other, raising their eyebrows. What was that about? It looked as if he was trying to listen to somebody's mind, but why move his lips? His power only went one way.
The boy suddenly doubled over and groaned, the sound grating and full of so much pain that Emmett snarled and jumped to his feet, ready to kill whoever had made his brother afraid.
"What's wrong, Eddie?" Emmett demanded, looking around.
Edward simply shook his head, and, still gripping his ears as if to stave off a loud noise, blurred up to his room and slammed the door. The two younger vampires could hear him pacing, his footsteps frantic and strangely heavy.
Emmett laughed to hide his worry. "What was that about?" he asked, but his face was tight and his guard was still raised.
"I don't know," Rosalie murmured. "Should we call Dad? Tell him what happened?"
"Nah. We'll tell him when he gets home. Eddie should be fine until then."
The truth was that they were both worried about their brother. Throughout all the time they'd known him, he had acted like this only a handful of times. Even Carlisle, the one who had spent more time with him than all the rest of them combined, didn't know what to think. Their creator had sat down with Edward the last couple times it had happened and asked him about it, but Edward simply shrugged it off. He would only say that he had been deep in thought, which they might have been willing to accept if he hadn't just leapt up as if he was being burned. What kind of thought did that.
The two vampires were uneasy, and time seemed to slow down to a snail's pace. When dawn finally broke, which was hidden by rainclouds, they stood by the front door until their father got home. Carlisle was startled to see them waiting for him as soon as he came in the door. Worry etched across his face, and he set his files on the entryway table.
"What happened?" he asked, crossing his arms and praying for something small.
Emmett and Rosalie spoke at the same time, filling their father in on Edward's strange behavior. They couldn't hide their stress, which only set Carlisle even closer to the edge. Alarm spread through him when the two vampires told him that after a frantic bout of pacing, Edward had been completely silent for several hours. Carlisle nodded then calmly put his things away. Unwilling to scare his son away, he decided to act as if nothing was amiss.
He walked up the stairs to Edward's room and knocked gently on the door. There was no response from the other side. His worry increasing, Carlisle knocked again. After more silence, he turned the knob and opened the door. The window across the room was wide open, and the floor beneath it had a large puddle that spread into the room, attesting to how long it had been open. The room smelled like Edward, but it was obvious that the boy hadn't been there for a while.
After determining that Edward wasn't on the roof, the blonde vampire shut the window and retrieved a towel to wipe down the floor. He was filled with unease. Carlisle didn't know if his son had just gone hunting, but he felt in his gut that it wasn't that simple. Had he run away or was it something else? And what was he going to tell Esme?