THE TEAM: O. Edgar, J. Watts and I. Hobbs
We don't own Twilight or anything to do with it.
It is a stormy night in Forks, and a lonely Bella is sitting gloomily in her room. Charlie is out arresting the local drug giant. Suddenly there is a mysterious knock at the window...
Isabella Swan turned momentarily; glancing at the window, but quickly did a double-take. She was shocked to find Emmett's grinning face beaming at her, and he began to write in the condensation on the window.
"It's backwards!" Bella mouthed, as Emmett, still smiling idiotically, realised his mistake and knocked at the glass again, signalling for her to open it.
Bella sighed and began to ponder Emmett's appearance, as she sauntered over to the window. She was still daydreaming until a lively knock from Emmett brought her back to reality. She opened the window and looked at how Emmett was clinging on to the impossibly sheer surface – he had buried his giant hands in between the bricks, leaving tiny cracks webbing out from his handholds.
"Bella!" he cried, relieved.
"Emmett!" Bella replied, still shocked by his arrival. "Why are you here? I thought you were up in Alaska helping Edward get over his unfortunate sex drive?"
"Edward sent me back," Emmett sighed, "he said 'You can't help me; only Bella can...'"
"But why does he want me there?" she questioned, "He broke up with me – remember?"
"I don't know..." groaned Emmett, "Can I come in?"
"Yeah..."
Bella, slightly dazed, reached over to lower the window and couldn't help but snigger as Emmett tried to squeeze his huge bulk through Bella's tiny bedroom window. He scrunched up his face, but he used his extraordinary strength to pull the window even further than it should, and he crawled inside.
"You owe me for that." said Bella, frustrated.
"Sure thing," he smirked, drawing a monstrous amount of dollars from the back pocket of his 'Rosalie-Chosalie' jeans.
"Its fine," Bella said, pushing his outstretched money away.
"Are you sure?" he protested, "I could always –," but his plea was cut short as Bella groaned and reached for her weapon of choice, sick of Emmett's grinning face.
She smashed the titanium golf club into his lower abdomen, making him cry out in pain as she leapt on him with it, striking his shining head against the bedpost, time and time again. She felt a feeling of power, a feeling of control, as she destroyed his seemingly puny body with the weapon, each time giving a sickening crunch as she ripped tendon, shattered bone, and destroyed skin. Emmett began to cry softly, weeping for Rosalie as she began to use her fists to pound Emmett into an unknown hell.
Bella's violent tendencies took over as she became the heartless monster she was, her thirst for violence leading her to do terrible deeds. She picked up Emmett's broken puppet body and flung him against the window, knocking his head against the glass and then eventually moving in for the final blow.
Emmett, amongst the tears, softly gasped as Bella threw him out of the window, sending him flying into the neighbour's garden. She ran downstairs, and then outside. She wanted to destroy him. She wanted to make it worse for Edward. How dare he send Emmett's idiotic face down here, trying to make up with her? Bella set off, and she climbed the 18-foot fence separating the gardens. There she jumped on Emmett, sending his almost lifeless body into reckless spasms. Running into the conservatory, she pulled her revolver and shot Emmett in both arms and his knee. He bled but she knew she wanted even more. She reached for the flower pot, and threw it, full pelt, against his sinewy chest, but he was up, in a flash, and caught the flower pot in one hand.
"Bella!"
Emmett screamed the name, bringing her to her senses. She looked around at the mayhem she had caused and Emmett's bloodied body, somehow irresistibly attractive to her. She sighed, and ran towards him, screaming apologies, as she ran to comfort him. He wept softly, but Bella comforted him, a stream of apologies.
"I am so sorry," she said, "I think I get it from my mother. Sometimes when we're angry or annoyed we lose control and have massive violent breakdowns – once my mother massacred twenty-two people just when she was waiting in line."
Emmett's tearless sobs ceased, his cold index finger pressing lightly on Bella's lips, silencing her rushed apologies.
"Emmett…" she murmured against his skin, her chocolate brown eyes smoldering, her voice taking on a new, untouched seductive tone.
She held his index finger shakily, unsure of the desire currently burning its way through her.
"Bella…?" Emmett asked his voice low and careful.
Her lips twisted in a devilish smile.
With no more hesitation, the tip of her tongue escaped from her lips, tasting, slowly tracing back and forth. Emmett moaned in pleasure, Bella groaning with him, welcoming the cold touch to her lips, a sensation she hadn't felt since her relationship with Edward. But even then, it was nothing compared to the pleasure she received from his brother's icy touch, as Emmett's hand snaked down her neck, pulling her petite build to chest, his icy hand cupping her cheeks, in which were flushed with excitement.
He pushed Bella onto the ground, her heavily increasing pulse echoing in his ears, a burning drone mumbling in his throat. He ignored it.
Emmett laid his lips onto her jugular.
"Let's not tell Edward about this…" he murmured, his unnecessary breathing heavy against her neck.
Written by the whole team