Emmett cupped his hand under her chin. "So I will see you tonight?" He made
her promise.
Rosalie gave him a smile that seemed to belong among the stars. "Of course
you will Don't do anything stupid," she added, scolding him playfully. If
she had a heartbeat, it would be pounding out of her chest.
He gave her a gentle kiss, their lips lingering. Then he turned and ran
with speed belonging only to vampires from the house. He climbed into the
front of the over-sized jeep he claimed as his own. It seemed to be one
fluid motion. He was not nearly as graceful as his 'brother' Edward, but he
was still more graceful than any human.
He turned the key in the ignition and sighed. Even after hundreds of years,
a moment away from the blond beauty he called his girlfriend, fiancé, or
wife was hard to bear. He drove fast, faster than the speed limit by nearly
double. Before long, he was halfway through Seattle.
His eyes were unfocused until suddenly, his eyes jerked to the sidewalk. He
slammed the brakes and the car stopped halfway up on the sidewalk. His
black eyes, declaring his thirst, scanned the large crowds. He smelled
them, but something else stood out. Something familiar. He had smelled it
only twice before.
Emmett followed the aroma down the street and immediately noticed who it
was. A young boy, about 6, trotted down the street next to his mother. He
immediately began planning. It would take merely his mother glancing away
for a second. He could sweep in easily, carrying the boy somewhere far
away, somewhere he could satisfy the desire to quench his thirst.
He tried to rebuke himself, but the incredible thirst for this boy's unique
blood overpowered his will. His mother glanced to the right and before
Emmett could stop himself, his arm were locking the boy against his large
chest. They were nearly a mile outside the city a few minutes later. The
boy's eyes were opened wide with terror. His mouth was frozen in an "O" at
the incredible speed at which Emmett had run.
Emmett's muscles rippled with the intense thirst that overpowered him. "What's
wrong?" The boy whispered through his fright. A slight breeze moved his
hair a bit; the need overpowered the large vampire. A moment later, the
boy's screams subsided.
The drained body lay in Emmett's arms for several minutes before he began to
see through his crazed thoughts. He stood, the boy's body in his arms. If
he was able to cry, tears would drench the empty body. He shook with anger
at himself. Unable to control himself any longer, he lay the body on the
ground and ran superhumanly fast back to his jeep.
"Help me!" A voice screamed from near his jeep. "I can't find my son!" The
driver's door flew open in his hand and he slid into the seat. Before he
even knew where he was going, he was back in the driveway where he lived.
Alice, Esme, Carlisle, and Rosalie stood waiting for him.
Alice looked guilty. Esme looked concerned. Carlisle looked worried. Rosalie
looked angry. Her forehead creased. Her golden eyes burned with fury. Her
chest rose and fell quickly with each angry huff.
"A child?" She screamed at him as he climbed from the car.
"Rosalie-"
"What the hell is your problem? A freaking child, Emmett." Her voice
burned with anger.
"I didn't-"
"Emmett! It's not like this is the first time! But a child? You've taken
it too far. You are immature. You don't freaking think before you do. You
are irresponsible!"
"Rosalie, I didn't plan this. I'm so sorry. It was only one little slip
up-"
"One? ONE! Emmett, I'm not just talking about right now. You are a joke.
You are never serious, never. You don't even take our relationship serious.
You are always forgetting my birthday and our anniversaries-"
"I only forgot one," he interrupted defensively.
"Shut up," she ordered furiously. He glanced out of the corner of his eye
and realized the rest of his family was gone.
"Rosalie, I'm begging you-"
"I hate you." His heart shattered.
He walked back into the house with his head hanging. Out of the corner of
his, he recognized Bella's figure sitting rigidly on the couch.
"Emmett? Do you need a shoulder to lean on?" Bella said with a sympathetic
look on her face.
"I'm going to go talk to Carlisle for a little bit," he said in a strained
voice.
He ran up the stairs to Carlisle's office before she could speak to him
again. He didn't want to have to listen to a woman's voice.
The lean,blond man stood up when Emmett entered. "Emmett, are you okay?"
"No it's hit the fan." He slumped into the chair across Carlisle's desk and
leaned over, shoulders shaking with his weeping. "I've really screwed up
this time. A child? I wasn't thinking. I couldn't... I couldn't control
myself. It took over..."
Carlisle looked at the big, burly man. In that moment, he felt his pain.
It seemed to radiate off of him. Not even a man of such size could hold in
so much pain.
He walked around the big wooden desk and laid his hand on Emmett's shoulder.
"Emmett, I know how much of a trying time this is, but you cannot fall apart
over this. You have to be strong and hold it together as much as you can in
order to fix this."
Emmett looked up at him with pleading eyes. "I'm not... I'm not strong
enough. Please, help me..."
Carlisle looked right into his eyes, "I will help you as much as you need,
my son. But I can't fight this battle for you. You will have to work this
out on your own. But I will be here for you no matter wh."
Emmett's eyes filled with a strange relief. "Thank you, thank you so much."
He sat there awkwardly, indecision clouding his mind.
"Emmett," he said seriously.
"Yes?" He replied intensely.
"I know it will be nearly impossible, but she needs space. Smile. Fill her
gas tank up for her. Little things for now. Otherwise, don't have direct
contact. She needs breathing room. She's panicking just as much as you."
Emmett's forehead broke out into a cold sweat. A minute away from her
pained his heart, but to completely avoid her would be the hardest thing he
had ever had to endure.
Rosalie lay motionless, face down on the bed her and her husband usually
shared.
How could he do this? I trusted him to stay in control. I thought he was A little boy. 6 YEARS OLD? I thought he was above all of that. I would have
stronger that all of this. I love him and I would do anything for him but he
has gone too far.
been more understanding if it were an adult, but to hurt a child? That's not
the Emmett I fell in love with.