Brother from the Other Mother

By: Kinkyfangz & NaughtyVamptress

Prologue

"I'm going to kill Jacob Black."

The words escaped my mouth before I had a chance to hide them away in my 'secret place' like I've done so many times before…the place where I bury violent thoughts that ravage my mind when I'm uncontrolled…when my higher self wrestles with voices of the lower me- Yes…my most secret place.

Good. No one heard me.

Hiding here in the shadows, listening to my angel laugh at another one of his witty remarks, is more than I can bear. I can't breathe. Every ethereal giggle from those supple lips is like a gut punch to my stomach.

Breathe Edward. Relax.

Not here. Not yet.

Later.

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Ahh…My Bella.

Mine…an angel that relinquished heaven to grace our presence here on earth.

She is only supposed to laugh like that for me. Her eyes…those beautiful chocolate orbs…are only supposed to light up for MY benefit…not HIS. How could she possibly enjoy his company? He's nothing but a tramp…a DOG!!! Like his father!! He just wants to USE her…gorge himself on her purity, her innocence, and then toss her away. How can she stand there with that angelic smile across her flawless face…hanging on his every word?

I have done everything…EVERYTHING…to win her love!

…I will never deserve this perfect creature…I accept that.

I know it.

But still…she IS mine!! Only I know what's best for her. Only I know how best to take care of her…to protect her…to please her. She belongs to ME!!!

Look at him standing there with a triumphant smirk on his face…pleasuring himself in her beauty. Jacob Black. That common thief...is trying to steal her away.

MY Bella…my life…the reason for my existence!!

How DARE he!!!

Doesn't he know what I'd DO to him? Doesn't he understand the depth of love I have for her? The things I would do to KEEP her love? No. Of course…he couldn't possibly understand…no one could…which is why I warned him before. I warned him to stay away from her...to keep his distance. To do otherwise…would end badly for everyone…especially him.

I even went to Emmett. I begged him to get rid of Jacob…for the sake of OUR family.

Yes…Emmett. My brother.

My step-brother to be exact - My betrayer!!!

I believe "Judas" is the better name.

So close…like blood brothers. We were different in every way possible, but closer than any two brothers could hope to be. That is…until Emmett allowed himself to be sucked in by Jacob's treachery. That outsider!

Hmpt! And to think…Emmett is supposed to be the strong one!

It has only been a few weeks since Jacob Black pushed himself into our lives…since our family has been torn apart by his very presence...since Bella left me.

In the beginning, it was Emmett that suffered the most by this intrusion. I tried to be a good brother…to support Emmett the way a brother should be supported…even when he rejected my help. I was ALWAYS there for him…looking out for his best interest.

Why wasn't he there for me?

When I needed him most…Emmett…my own brother…turned his back on me!!!

If only I could have spoken to Carlisle before it escalated this far.

No.

Impossible.

Carlisle would never have listened to me either. How could he?

Why would HE…of all people in this equation…pick me over Jacob?

He wouldn't.

But that doesn't matter now. Not anymore. Not when I'm so close to ending this ordeal.

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Another giggle?

Stop. Making. Her. Laugh!!!

What could possibly be so damned funny!!

No! No, no, no, no. Don't lose it. Not now. Not like this. Stay focused Edward!

Okay.

I'm good.

Just please...don't let him touch her. As long as he doesn't soil her sweet-smelling flesh with his rancid stench, I can make it through this…just need to remain calm. I need to remind myself of how it will be when she's back in my arms again…forever this time.

Ugh. Look at me.

Revolting.

I've been reduced to lurking in the shadows like a common fiend. A MONSTER!!! And it's all HIS fault!!! He just refuses to keep away from her!!!

This is why I've made up my mind.

Jacob Black must die.

I've already picked the weapon of choice. Or should I say… "Jake" picked it for me. It won't be pleasant… not by any means. But I can live with that. As long as my Bella is safe…away from the lascivious desires of that mongrel, I can suffer anything…handle any consequence.

As long as my Bella is away from HIM…

It will all be worth it…in the end.

Emmett and Carlisle be damned!!

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Chapter 1

EmPOV

"Not now Edward!! I'm not in the mood!!"

Why can't he let it rest? Always the damn peace-maker! For once, I wish he'd just walk away and let me punch the walls, throw the table and break every window in the house like I was planning to do before he walked in.

Damn.

Why this? Why now? Why me?

"Emmett, come on, please. Just talk to me first. I know that look. You're about to break something aren't you?" That was Edward…just like a damn woman…always studying everything I do.

Son-of-a-bitch knows me like a book.

He froze while contemplating what my next move would be. "Em. Remember. Esme lives here too. What would she think if she came home to a gutted house? You know how particular she is about everything. She falls apart if a picture frame is crooked on the wall!" His voice was pleading.

Arms up, palms showing, Edward slowly walked between me and the crystal vase just begging to be thrown.

"Let's just go grab a couple of beers at Newton's. We don't have to talk if you don't want to, but I won't stand around and watch you rip up Esme's house. She'd be hysterical!"

I knew that look. Edward was about to go full negotiator on my ass.

I could feel my resolve to destroy dwindling.

Shit.

Why did he have to go and pull the 'Esme' trump card? He knows how much I love her…how I'd cut off my right arm to protect the only other woman who ever loved me like my own mother…maybe even more so.

I took a step backward to force myself to decompress. "Fine. But not a word! Not one, single, solitary word! Not until I've thrown back at least four beers. Got it? Maybe then, I'll be able to withstand your friggin silver lining to every cloud speech!" My chest was heaving from unreleased aggression.

I watched as Edward nervously ran his hand through his already tussled hair. He knew he'd gotten to me just in the nick-of-time. A minute later and this place would have looked like an episode of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. After a ridged nod, Edward grabbed his keys and we both left our parents' house – unscathed – and headed downtown in silence.

I had every intention of surprising Carlisle…my father…and confronting him about this whole ordeal. Finding that he was probably working late at the hospital (as usual) I thought I'd leave him with a little surprise…say, a huge parking space in the middle of the living room for his new Aston Martin. As predicted…just like when we were kids…Edward always managed to thwart my demolition attempts. It's as if he could read minds or something.

Stupid extra sensory perception!

I was already calming down by the time Edward's Volvo pulled up to Newton's Bar & Grill…but I'd never tell Edward that. I still didn't want him to speak until I'd drowned some of my sorrows in a few bottles of Heineken. Besides, I wasn't done feeling sorry for myself yet.

How is this possible?

Could everything a person believes about their life, their family…their own father really change overnight? Hell…I wouldn't say our family was like the damn Cleaver's, but I'd heard enough people tell me how lucky I was to grow up in the Cullen family to know that I was part of a good thing…something special. At least…that's what I used to believe up until 24 hours ago.

"The Cullen family," What a joke!

What a lie!!

I could feel the blood starting to boil again right beneath the surface of my skin. My pecs were starting to twitch. This always happened whenever I tried to fight off my temper…I still wanted to break something.

Ugh! Right now I'm in need of a serious attitude adjuster.

Come to think of it…I'm way too rational.

Matter-of-fact…why am I still sober?

"Hey! Where's my beer? Slide that shit down here. Now!!" My eyes were bulging as I shot visual daggers at the bartender for taking his sweet ass time supplying my next round.

"Relax Emmett." Edward murmured with that all too soothing voice. "At least give the man a chance to pop the lid before you bite his head off."

He ran a hand through his hair then dropped it in exasperation. "And stop torturing yourself…It's all going to work out in the end. You'll see…things like this happen for a reason."

If Edward weren't my brother, I swear to God I'd punch him in that girly mouth of his - just for the principle of it!

"Didn't I tell you not to talk to me?" I huffed while tossing a handful of peanuts in my mouth.

Edward makes me sick. Always taking the "high" road in every tumultuous situation. I knew what that jack-ass was gonna say before HE even said it.

Edward…so predictable.

I know he means well. But I just need him to see it MY way for once. I need him to be pissed off WITH me. Not pissed off at the "circumstance" that life has presented…or whatever that shit was he was trying to spoon feed me yesterday.

Stupid ass.

"You're on beer number five."

"What?"

"You're on beer number five." He folded his arms on top of the bar and leaned in slightly. "You said after four beers, I could talk to you. Maybe…try to figure out where you stood with Carlisle."

Here we go.

"Em, I just don't want you to make any rash decisions you'll regret later down the line. Not with Carlisle. Not even with…Jacob." He dead-panned and waited for my reaction.

Great. This was Eddie at his best. The nurturer. The supporter when the going gets tough. He was totally in his element now…save Emmett before he drowns in his own sorrows!

Edward stared directly at me with such a hopeful gaze… so intent on helping me through this crisis…being the savior in my time of need. I questioned if I should ruin his rescue attempt and tell him I actually wanted to hear Carlisle's explanation…that I also wanted to know who this stranger was that showed up on my doorstep last night - claiming to be my long lost brother.

So instead, I didn't disappoint…

"Eddie. Go straight to hell. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200 bucks."

"Em."

"No. Seriously man, just shut the fuck up." I took a hard swig on my long-neck then slammed the bottle down. I felt him stiffen almost immediately. Edward hated when I used the `"F" word. Esme raised us to be 'gentlemen' -well…I was still a work in progress - and gentlemen used a more sophisticated vocabulary. I knew it would throw Edward off long enough for me to regroup before his next onslaught at tip-toeing through the tulips.

Damn.

I was wrong.

"You're being childish you know…and also avoiding the inevitable. This is not helping the situation. Stop drinking and talk to me Emmett! Just tell my how you feel!"

Funny. He actually looked pissed.

"How I feel? You really want to have this conversation don't you?"

He didn't say anything. He just stared at me with those intense green eyes, daring me to open up and tell him the truth.

"Alright…I'll tell you how I feel." I sucked in a hard breath to prepare myself for the attack.

"I feel like breaking my foot off in Dad's ass! That's how I feel!" Even with the speakers blasted in the bar, my voice boomed over the sound of the music and people began turning to stare at us as I became more and more animated while revealing my feeeeelings… to Edward.

"Another brother!!! I have another BROTHER and I never even knew it!!!" The words tasted like venom in the back of my throat.

"…in the case of Jacob Black…Carlisle Cullen…YOU ARE THE FATHER!!!"

"What the fuck!!!" I was incredulous.

My voice came out high pitched and unsteady. We both stared at each other because the sound was unrecognizable coming from my mouth. Edward was patient…as always…and let me continue my rant.

"You ask me how I feel. About what? The fact that I have a new extension to the family or the fact that my father cheated on my mom? My dead mother Edward!!!" I was gasping for air. I couldn't breathe. Every word seemed to exhaust the supply in my lungs.

"Do you have any idea…any inkling…of how pissed off I am? Just knowing that evidence of Carlisle's infidelity is walking around on two feet…scratching his ass…while my mother is laid to rest in her grave is unthinkable! "

With that, Edward hung his head slightly. I knew he was contemplating how he'd react if it were Esme that Carlisle cheated on. Still, I knew he'd pull out his backup pair of rose-colored glasses and come up with some sort of a response.

His voice was tight…guilt ridden. "I…I'm sorry Emmett. I can't imagine…I mean…I don't even want to imagine how I'd feel right now, if I were in your shoes." Edward shifted slightly on his stool…never meeting my gaze as he continued to rationalize the situation.

"But…the fact is…this guy exists. He's here…in Seattle and he's your brother. Not getting to know him…if only to hear his side of things, I mean…just makes it so much worse!" His voice cracked on the last word, adding inflection.

My elbows were on top of the bar. I was holding my head in both hands…squeezing my hair from the roots. I felt…paralyzed. Helpless. I wanted to hide in a cave somewhere….hibernate…like a bear until this whole thing blew over.

"So what would you have me do Eddie?" I gave him a sideward glance without completely looking up. "Swap spit with this dude, drink tea and play catch-up? Get real!" I fumed.

Minutes passed. In spite of the music in the bar, there was a long silence hanging in the air. I could feel Edward turning over every possibility in his mind to resolve the situation. I had to hand it to the guy, he was a rock. No one was a better planner, organizer or predictor than Edward. He saw the world and people in it completely different from others. If anyone would ask me…I'd say he actually teetered on being genius. But…since no one ever asked, I never said.

There wasn't anyone else in the world I'd want to go through this agony with than Edward. He was more than just my brother…he was my best friend.

No. We weren't related by blood. Our parents met when we were kids…had some whirlwind romance and got married shortly afterwards then… Badda Bing! Instant family.

I remember walking through the door of Esme's old place and seeing this skinny little kid sitting behind a grand piano, playing the hell outta some classical piece – Claire de Lune? Anyway, I was mesmerized…and jealous. Of course I had to show off my skills as well, so I took the ball I was carrying…aimed…and whirled it across the room.

Score!!!

The ball found its mark…right up side Edward's head.

Esme gasped and ran to scrape him and the piano bench off the floor. I remember the first thing he said when he sat up "Hi…I'm Edward. Great arm!"

I knew right then and there he was one-of-a-kind. We've been best pals ever since.

I always dish it out.

Edward always takes it.

I guess some things never change. I knew at this moment, I was being an immature bastard. All Eddie was trying to do was help. Still. I was hurting inside and he was the most accessible target for my wrath. I'd never admit it though…at times like these…Edward was definitely the strong one. I don't know what I'd do without him right now.

"Em, I don't expect you to do anything you're not ready to do. All I'm asking is that you wait before making any final decisions. Give yourself a few days to calm down and think rationally. It's not like anything has to be accomplished tonight or tomorrow for that matter. Just give it a few days to sink in. Fair enough?" He leaned in closer to get a better listen for my response.

Maybe I was exhausted, maybe it was the alcohol…or maybe I knew that he was right. Whatever the case, I gave in. "Fine. I'll wait."

Satisfied, Edward relaxed and ordered us another round of beers.