Hello Fanfiction!! Wow, it's been a while since I published anything, sorry about that! I was on a writers block for all my stories for, like, 3 months, but now I'm back!!

So, this is about seven years after Emmett was changed. Alice and Jasper just joined the family. I know these events were probably spread out a bit more, but I needed it to be this way for my fic. This will probably end up being a three-shot, Maybe a two-shot.

EMMETT BROKEN

Chapter One: Shatter

Emmett was winning. Emmett always won. Edward swore under his breath as he tried to keep a firm grip…Emmett was inches away from beating him.

Suddenly, a vision flashed in Edward's mind. Smiling, he swiftly swiped his hand out of Emmett's grip, causing Emmett to smash his hand through the table.

"Damn it, Edward!"

Edward shrugged innocently, then yelled, "Thanks Alice!"

No problem!

Edward chuckled as he watched his brother desperately try to clean up the broken remnants of the table.

"You couldn't have just let me win?" Emmett said, annoyed.

"We both knew you would win the arm wrestling match. I might as well have made it a bit entertaining."

"Well, now Esme's gonna—" Emmett froze as his mother entered the room. Seeing the broken wood pieces all over the floor, she shot an accusing look at Emmett.

"What did you do to my Brazilian, hand-carved table?"

"Okay, this was all Edward's fault!" Emmett said quickly, pointing like a little boy at Edward.

"Hey, it wasn't my hand that shot through the table…" Edward said, putting his hands up in defense.

"Well, clean it up, both of you," Esme said. She gave her boys one more stern look before going back to her crocheting.

Edward bent down and began gathering up the pieces of wood. When Emmett remained standing, Edward looked up and said, "Well, aren't you going to help me?"

"You're the one who—"

"Just help me!" Edward said, pulling Emmett down. After about 30 seconds, the floor was spotless.

Emmett groaned, "That took FOREVER!"

Edward laughed. "What? Lighting-fast speed isn't enough for you?"

"Can we just go?"

"Sure, let me just go get my cell phone," Edward said, before running up the stairs, He stopped as he was passing by Jasper's room. Jasper was sitting on his bed, with Alice sitting next to him. She was going through Carlisle's photo album with him.

Yes, I think he's starting to get it…

"Get what?" Edward questioned.

"I'm showing him all of the great things Carlisle has done; all of the humans he's saved," Alice responded, not looking up from the album. Jasper was looking at the pictures in wonder.

"It's amazing," he declared, "How he can be around human blood so easily."

"He just learns to put his compassion over his desires. He's been doing it for so long, I don't think he even feels it anymore," Edward commented admiringly. Jasper nodded, eyes still glued to the pictures.

"Emmett and I are about to go hunting. Would you like to come?"

Jasper looked at Edward, hungrily. Alice grasped his arm while her face became blank. In her mind, Edward saw Jasper attacking a human boy who was lying down in the forest.

"On second thought…" Edward started.

"…Maybe that isn't such a good idea," Alice finished. Jasper looked curiously between Alice and Edward.

"Believe me," Edward stated, "You don't want to know." Alice soothingly rubbed Jasper's back, and the two went back to the album.

As Edward walked out of the room, he heard Alice say, "Good luck," but in her mind, he heard, Poor Emmett… Poor Emmett? What was wrong with Emmett? Edward tried focusing more on Alice's thought, but she went back to thinking about the pictures. Then Edward focused on Emmett's thought, to try and get an idea of what might be wrong with him.

What is taking Edward so long? I'm getting really hungry.

Edward? I know you can hear me. Hurry up!

"Coming!" Edward called, grabbing his cell phone and sprinting down the stairs.

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The deer was running for its life. Emmett was getting closer and closer until he reached the poor defenseless animal. It flailed its legs around, trying to get free, but Emmett was to strong for it. The deer made its last gasping breath as Emmett cracked its neck. He took in a mouthful of blood and sighed, soothingly. The deer was enough to give him energy for a little while, but he needed more. Half a second later, he took off again.

"What are you doing?" Edward called, arriving at the scene of the deer kill.

Looking for a grizzly…

Edward rolled his eyes as he bent down next to the recently killed deer. It wasn't the mountain lion he was craving for, but it would have to suffice. He dug his teeth into the still warm flesh and sucked. The feeling was so satisfying; he could actually feel his eyes turn from black to gold. The feeling never got old. Once all of the blood was drained from the carcass, Edward stood up and began searching for Emmett's thoughts.

Where is that smell coming from? Smells like…blood. Human blood…but it's dry…

Suddenly, Emmett's thoughts were blank. Edward blinked, trying "hear" as hard as he could. When Emmett's mind remained silent, Edward began to worry. Where was Emmett? Edward sniffed around, trying to smell the "dry blood". He caught a whiff and followed the scent. After a few seconds, he saw a figure in the clearing. It was Emmett. Just as Edward neared him, a name formed in Emmett's mind.

Blake? Oh God, Blake!!

"Emmett—," Edward started, but just then, Emmett fell to the ground in front of something. Edward came closer and saw that he was kneeling in front of a boy, about fifteen years old; the same boy from Alice's vision. The boy had gashes all over his body. It looked as though something had attacked him. Judging from the unevenness of the scratches, it looked as though he was attacked by an animal, probably a bear.

Edward looked at Emmett. He was shaking. At first Edward thought he was trying to resist the urge to drink the blood, but then he saw his face. Emmett's face was contorted in a certain way, a look Edward had never seen on him. It looked as though he was…weeping. It wasn't as obvious because of the apparent lack of tears, but Emmett was trembling and whimpering.

My brother, my little brother…

"Oh, Blake...," he sobbed. He then lifted Blake into his arms. Edward wasn't sure what to do. He had never seen Emmett, his older brother, so…broken. He knelt down beside Emmett and put his arm around him.

"its okay, Em," he said, soothingly, "It was his time…"

"Are you kidding me?! Does it look like it was his time?" Emmett cried, looking up at the sky rather than his brother, as if begging for the fates to change, "My little brother was killed!" Emmett lowered his voice, "…and I wasn't there to protect him…"

Emmett lowered his head, hugged Blake closer and sat still, breathing heavily. He repeatedly apologized to Blake in his mind. Edward didn't move, still unsure what to do. Someone would be coming soon, looking for the boy. They couldn't risk being seen, especially if it was Emmett's old family. But he couldn't just tear him away from this.

What would Carlisle do? The question Edward always asked himself when he was faced with a dilemma.

Just give him some time.

Carlisle's voice rang in Edward's mind. He turned around and was face to face with his father. Edward nodded, and then gave Carlisle a questioning look.

Alice told me. He responded, and then looked down at his older son. He put his hand on Emmett's shoulder. As he did so, Emmett looked up. As he gazed at Carlisle's face, his eyes widened.

Edward read his thoughts and shook his head. "No Emmett—," he started.

"Carlisle!" Emmett whispered, "Carlisle, change him! Bite Blake. Make him one of us!" His eyes remained sad, though his face became eager, "We have to save him!"

Carlisle closed his eyes and said slowly, "I'm sorry, Son. It's too late."

"No!" Emmett yelled, "No, it's not! It's not over yet. Please," his voice became frantic, "Please, we have to change him."

"Em, it won't work," Edward tried, "He's already—"

"HE'S NOT DEAD!" Emmett lowered his head near Blake and whispered, "He can't be…"

"Calm down, Son," Carlisle said, putting both his hands on Emmett's shoulders. Before he could say anything more, his ears picked up human voices. He looked at Edward, who nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Emmett," Carlisle said calmly, "we have to go. People are coming in search of Blake. It's time to leave him."

Emmett didn't respond. He didn't move. The voices were slowly getting louder.

"Em--," Before Carlisle could continue, Emmett suddenly stood up. With a loud grunt, he punched a nearby tree, sending splinters of wood everywhere. Then, he sprinted away.

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