Hello all. My name is Emmett Cullen and this is my story.

Well, not my whole story exactly - that would just take too long. You see, I'm not normal. I was born in 1915 in Tennesse. I was out hiking in the mountains when I was 20 and a bear bit me. I was dying when Rosalie found me and took me to Carlisle, who changed me into a vampire. Ever since then, I've been 20 and happily married to Rosalie Hale, the woman who found me and saved me.

When I say 'ever since then,' I don't really mean it. Something, or rather someone, arrived at Forks High School while my siblings and I were there and from that day forth I was always dissatisfied with Rosalie, though I was careful not to show it to anyone, especially not Edward.

Ah, Edward. Right at this very moment, all the attention of everyone in the makeshift laboratory room was on him and his fiancée lying in the bed beneath him. He was leaning over her, his whole body tense as he bared his teeth against her shoulder, ready to bite. Carlisle hovered over him with several syringes filled with painkillers and anaesthetics to ease the pain. The tension in the room was unmistakeable; you could cut it with a knife. No one spoke, but no words were needed. We had already exchanged our tearful "Good luck"'s and were all currently waiting for Edward to get a move on and bite her. She was certainly ready - she was half conscious with all the drugs Carlisle had used on her, but she had wanted this for a long time, almost a year now.

Finally, some movement. Edward lowered his head right down to her ear and whispered, "You ready?" in the sweetest, most tender tone I had ever heard him use. She nodded groggily, "Get a move on," she complained, her beautiful face twisted into a scowl.

He raised his head and gave us all one long look. I suspected he was making sure that we were all ready too.

She's right, I thought at him smugly, allowing myself to smirk briefly, Get a move on!

Edward gave me a withering look which I returned eagerly. I loved our playful sibling jests - we all knew they weren't serious. And soon we would have a new player.

He turned back to Bella, his face serious again. He bared his teeth against her shoulder once more.

I wish it was me, I lamented in my thoughts, too immersed to notice that I had had a momentary lapse in my control. It was enough - Edward stiffened and straightened up, his eyes looking directly into mine, piercing and defensive.

"Edward!" Bella moaned, obviously irritated with the continual interruptions. I felt for her then, truly I did. She was the one who really had reason to be scared right now, not me. And yet I was. An angry Edward was pretty intimidating really.

"Yes, come on Edward," Rosalie sighed in annoyance. It must be irritating wasting three days worth of your time, especially if you were immortal, I thought in sudden exasperation. Rosalie was just so shallow! Nowadays it was hard to believe that I had ever loved her in the first place.

"One moment please," Edward asked of the others politely, his eyes still fixed on me. He approached me warily, staring me down even though his height made it impossible for him to physically intimidate me.

"What are you thinking about, Emmett?" he asked conversationally, musing, though he obviously knew the answer.

I glared at him, "You've no business inside my head."

He narrowed his eyes, "What are you thinking about exactly?"

"I'm just worried about Bella."

He smiled suddenly, wryly. "I think it was more than that," he pressed, intent on making me admit to the rest of the room what he already knew.

"Edward…" I growled in warning. This had gone far enough. I was sick of his stony face already. And I was nervous that he would reveal his newfound knowledge to the rest of them. I couldn't bear that.

"Emmett, leave her alone," he threatened, taking a step towards me.

"I didn't do anything!" I protested, albeit weakly.

"Boys," Esme's soft voice interrupted our verbal sparring, "Stop, you're distracting Carlisle."

Edward ignored her and continued in his interrogation, "How long?" he demanded abruptly, his eyes flashing dangerously in my direction. I was tired of acting passive, so I determined to try an offensive approach to try and scare him off. I took a step towards him, counting on my physical size and brawn to intimidate him, "You're imagining things, brother," I countered. I had thrown off the nice, sweet-talking voice now and I was sneering derisively at him. He wasn't convinced.

"This is sick, Em," he spat, enunciating every syllable he spoke in an infuriating manner. I didn't think I was imagining the bitter, dry edge to his voice now. He was so protective of Bella that it was driving him round the bend.

All of a sudden, I felt the calming atmosphere radiating out from Jasper and it hit me hard. I realized what I had done; it washed over me in a wave of self-loathing and pity. I had let my thoughts slip right in front of Edward and so now he knew what I felt for his Bella. She had always been his - I couldn't read minds or see the future, but I wasn't stupid. I had seen how, on that first day she had bypassed Jasper and I because of our unavailability and (I thought) my daunting muscles. That left Edward, who coincidentally sat next to her in Biology. Lucky bastard.

"I can't help it, Ed," I protested. My integrity was safe on this one; I couldn't help it. Ever since I had seen her, I had known. I know it sounds stupid, but you try falling head over heels in love with your brother's girl. It's a long, hard road - unrequited love. I guess I know how Eve felt in the Garden of Eden when she was tempted by the apple, if you believe that sort of stuff.

His face grew cold, even for a vampire, "You're already married, about five times too."

"Who says I wanted anyone to know?"

He sighed, obviously frustrated, "Rose has a right to know; so does Bella."

"I thought that was my decision," I said coolly, a low animal growl sounding from the back of my throat.

Rosalie was interested now, "Tell me, Emmett," she demanded in her angelic voice. I used to find that sound so beautiful, but now it was merely an irritation. I growled again, this time louder.

"Yes, go on Emmett," Edward snarled, no longer bothering up to keep the polite façade any longer, "Tell Rosalie the truth."

I was trapped now, resenting Edward for putting me in this position. I had never meant for anyone to know of my feelings for Bella, but it looked like everyone would know now, even Bella herself and Rosalie. I felt bad for Rosalie - she loved me still, as I had loved her before Bella.

"No," I insisted stubbornly, folding my arms across my chest. I didn't know how much more my patience could take.

There was a noise from the bed. I had been wondering how much of this Bella could take and it looked like she had reached her limit. "Emmett?" she called softly, her eyebrows raised slightly as she looked expectantly towards me.

Great, I thought, now I have to lie to Bella too.

"You won't be lying," Edward said, speaking up again, "I'll tell them myself if I have to."

Damn Edward bloody Cullen and his bloody honesty complex! Sorry God, I amended hastily, mentally apologizing for my language.

"Well?" Edward prompted when I didn't say anything, "Are you going to tell them or shall I?"

I was trembling with rage, "It's none of your business, Cullen."

"Emmett is in love," Edward - that traitor - said calmly, and then added, "With Bella."

I remember the day Bella came to Forks. It was raining - as usual. That was, of course, why we had chosen it as the ideal spot for a coven of vampires to live. The first time I saw her was in the cafeteria. We were sitting where we normally did - at our own table, just us Cullens and Hales. Of course no one would dare sit at our table, and it was just as well really. Any of us, in particular Jasper, might be tempted act on our vampire instincts by attacking one of our peers which would be devastating in that we would have to move again. It got so tiresome always being nomadic, but that was part of the cons of being a vampire, I guess.

Anyway, I vividly, remember my first glimpse of her, her long brunette hair loose around her shoulders and blowing her delicious scent towards our table.

"Jessica Stanley is giving the new Swan girl all the dirty laundry on the Cullen clan," Edward had murmured to me jokingly, his eyes sparkling as he listened to Jessica's thoughts.

I remember how he couldn't hear her thoughts and how frustrated and confused he was by that. It was probably the basis of his curiosity about her.

Of course we were all curious. How could we not be? This was Chief Swan's daughter come to live with him from God knows where. We were interested, as most of the school was, about how she was finding Forks so far.

Rosalie, of course, had never thought to worry about me being one of the many males obsessed with Bella Swan. Her vanity brought with it a blind arrogance and she would never for a minute think that I preferred the new girl's human and extremely average (compared to her) looks to hers. That was the moment from which I realized how narcissistic she really was.

And Bella had asked about him… "Which one is the boy with the reddish brown hair?" she had asked, and from that moment on I had always been careful never to think of how I felt about her around Edward. I knew, I suppose, that she had picked him. In a way, of course. Bella wasn't that shallow. That was why I had never told her, or Rosalie for that matter. I had always known I didn't have a chance. Edward had beaten me to her, and I accepted that wearily, but unable to shake off my desire- no, that wasn't true. It wasn't lust that drew me to her, nor curiosity. I was in love with my brother's girl and there was nothing I could do about it.

My world stopped. I couldn't face Carlisle's disappointed expression; Esme's upset face; Jasper's angry air; Alice's resigned scowl; Edward's knowing smirk; Rosalie's shocked and hurt face, cut in a pout and Bella…

Bella would be stunned. I was sure she had no idea - being immortal helped when you were trying to conceal secrets because you learned all the tips along the way. I had over a hundred years of experience in keeping secrets and I was confident that she had had absolutely no idea of my infatuation with her.

Rosalie would be furious. I knew that much because I had seen her anger against her former husband and I could only hope she wouldn't kill me as she did him. I ached for her because part of me still loved her.

I had had my eyes shut firmly from the moment that Edward had revealed my secret to the others, but I knew I had to face the consequences of my- what? Not my actions, surely. I had never acted on my feelings for Bella, so that meant I was facing the consequences of my thoughts. Thou shalt not covet. If you believed in that sort of stuff anyway, which I didn't.

With a hopeless sense of dread, I opened my eyes.

Hi everyone reading this story!! This is my first Twilight fanfic, and I'd just like to advertise my other two current fics under Harry Potter: Everybody's Getting Love Today and Learning to Live which are both set in the Marauders Era. Sorry for doing that, cause I know personally I hate it when authors advertise their other fics in their author's notes. I hope you like the idea that Emmett loved Bella. I can just see him battling with his inner demon, as it were. Edward or Bella? His brother or his (unrequited) love?

Also, if anyone has any ideas about where this fanfic could go, please tell me in a review!

Thanks,

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