Ugh! . I feel like you guys should stone me... It's been nearly a year... I haven't even repost my fixed old stories, like I promised... and I shouldn't be doing this... but here's a NEW story... Hope you guys like it. ^_^
(P.S. I know... I'm rusty...)
Oh! and P.P.S. I'm only doing the disclaimer once... I DON'T OWN TWIGHLIGHT OR ANY OF THE OTHER BOOKS AND MOVIES! Enjoy!
Crescent Moon
Prologue
It has never been good to bottle up emotions, to stay silent and pretend everything is alright despite the world around you falling to pieces. My small right shoulder burned. It burned with intense ferocity and I just wished to die faster. After all, I hardly knew anything about this world, I hadn't loved yet, and you can hardly say I had even lived yet. The longest love I'd had was that of my mother, and it lasted no more than 19 months, including my stay in her womb. What need did I have, to stay alive and continue this suffering?
My mother was a run away, intent on protecting her only love in life, me. Now, now she was lying dead next to me. I couldn't see her, all I could see was a gray sky above me, so saturated with clouds it looked like a clear blue day, only sadder. No, I couldn't see her. I sniffed the air looking for her familiar floral scent, still, nothing, all I smelled around me was the coppery smell of her blood and a few pints of my own. What about touch? I moved my little hands towards her and my arm protested sending a sharp pain all over my nervous system. I could feel his bite's venom proceeding to spread all through my body. I tasted the air, and still, all I could come in contact with was blood, crimson, blotchy, blood. Could I hear her? No, she was dead; her breathing had stopped a long time ago.
All I could actually do was sense the warmth that her body still emitted, despite her now pale skin cooling in the snow. I began to sob and cry, wail and draw attention to me. I wanted to live. Sure I didn't have anything to live for, but destiny and faith change all the time if you work long and hard enough to alter it. That was exactly what I was going to do.
Third person point of view
Chapter 1
Rosaline ran ahead of Emmett smiling as she prepared to pounce gracefully on her pray. She smiled, her teeth glistening slightly despite the thick vegetation that darkened the afternoon. She jumped onto the large buck's back and snapped its spine promptly in half, making quick work of biting its neck and feeding on its blood. Emmett joined her fallowed by Carlisle, with a quick nod Carlisle flashed away to their left to go find his own food. Emmett took in his surroundings standing as a watch guard for Rosaline.
His ears picked up on a sudden noise, making him grow tense. Turning towards the sound, he stopped and listened closely. He cast a weary glance at the blond, graceful, bloodstained girl, feeding on the last few drops of the corpse, waiting for her to finish so he could go off and investigate. She sighed, happy; her thirst quenched for the first time in three weeks, and stood up slowly whipping her mouth with the back of her hand. Emmitt glanced at her and squeezed her hand lightly before flashing off to their right, leaving her there wondering if she should fallow or stay put. Rosaline sat down on a fallen log nearby and decided to stay, letting her newly restored beauty settle in.
Emmitt climbed up onto the highest pine tree and looked around trying to pin point the wailing that bounced and echoed off throughout the forest. He ran North, South, West, North-east, South-west, North-west, South-east, East, the wailing continued and he still couldn't find the source. Emmitt punched a tree in frustration, chipping off some bark and denting its trunk. He tried a new tactic and rammed his brain for an answer.
"What bothersome thing, or object, could possibly make that annoying noise?" he thought to himself, irritated.
The crying stopped. He looked around stupefied. Then he began to walk forward towards a cliff where small whimpering could still be heard. He looked down and had to do a triple take to make sure he wasn't going insane. He jumped down the small cliff, landing gracefully. He looked at the black haired woman with the pool of blood around her, dead, and for a while. The noise had stopped completely.
"I guess that answers my question on what was doing the noise, but who would have known a woman could cry in such a way…" He trailed off and began to head back towards Rosaline and Carlisle.
Incredulously, and out of nowhere, the noise was back. He turned around slowly and saw that the woman hadn't moved an inch. He looked at a blood stained blanket next to her and cautiously inched closer. He bent down slightly to pick up the cloth and quickly dropped it with a wide eyed expression. He caught a hold of himself and picked up the torn up object again, throwing it off to the side.
There in front of him lay a bloodied baby, its little shoulder sending off a rather foul, but familiar smell. He crouched down unsure of what to do and shushed the baby calmly. The wailing quieted down and turned into soft whimpers. The baby's wide brown eyes opened and she looked straight up at Emmitt, pleadingly,
"Please don't leave me out here to die," She thought to herself frightened.
With all the strength she had left, she managed to pick up her little arms and wave them in the air. Hopping to the moon and stars this man would pick her up and take her away from the scene, allowing her at least a glimmer of hope.
Emmitt took a step back. He looked at the baby then looked behind him hoping someone else could come and take her. He sighed, knowing it wouldn't happen, not with his luck. No, with his luck, they might accuse him of the dead woman on the floor. He looked down at the baby one more time and saw its little lip stick out into a pout; it was going to cry again. He quickly began to shush it down, pleading,
"No, no, no, it's okay, it's okay, ba-by," he choked at the word not knowing what else to call it, "calm down. It's okay, Emmitt is here, he'll see what he can do, okay? Don't cry." The baby began to hiccup and whimper some more.
"Please just get me some help fast!" she yelled inside her little head.
Emmitt crouched down hoping not to scare her. Then gently picked her up, wincing when fresh blood trickled out of her shoulder and made her yell, the only way babies could. He looked away, waiting for the worst to happen next, but realized, that the blood wasn't affecting him, despite his empty stomach. He clutched the baby to his chest and she curled up into it. Shaking his head, knowing he'd probably regret it later, he ran off to go find Carlisle, and get the little girl some help.
"What do you mean she was just laying there on the floor?" Rosaline interrogated Emmitt as soon as he answered her first question about why he had a bloodied baby cradled up on his chest. Emmitt nodded keeping calm,
"She was just there, crying. Her mother was dead. She probably fell off the cliff while running at night from something, or someone…" He trailed off and shifted the baby so that Rosaline could see the bite wound on its shoulder.
She gasped, her face, if this was even possible, seemed to have grown paler.
"She's an immortal child? Emmitt, that's crossing the line! We could all die because of her!" Emmitt gave his mate a stern look.
"If she were and immortal child, do you think that her heart would still be beating, and her shoulder bleeding?" Rosaline frowned and looked down after being proved wrong by his logical evidence.
"She's still a danger to us!" she huffed as Carlisle walked up behind them.
"Who's a danger to us?" The beautiful blond man asked the fighting couple. Emmitt jumped out of his skin and then quickly called out to him,
"Carlisle, I found her dying at the bottom of a cliff." He showed her the baby and picked her up, like a five year old would a doll, to hand her off to the older of the two vampires,
"Her mother was already dead. Do you think you can save her?" Carlisle gently removed the baby from his hands and opened his coat, cradling the baby warmly and safely inside.
"If she even stands a chance of me saving her, we better get her out of the forest and into a warm house." Rosaline protested,
"But, Carlisle!" He gave her a reassuring stare,
"It'll be okay, Rosaline. The baby won't bite you at night. Let's go."
They walked into their home, high up in the Andes Mountains, east of Peru. Emmitt quickly went into the kitchen that no one in the house ever actually used, except for Esme who liked to cook whenever, and if ever, they had a visitor come over. He struggled to find a thermos, settling for a red one over in the cabinet on top of the sink, and filled it up with warm water. He flashed back over to Carlisle, who had cleared his desk, and was already working on cleaning up the baby's wounds getting small whimpers and cries in return.
Emmitt peered over the man's shoulder, not knowing why he felt such concern over the small human. The baby opened her deep brown eyes and stared straight up at the vampire, her pupils dilated as she recognized his face, showing already how attached she'd grown of him and how grateful she was of having been saved, despite the discomfort and pain she was in at the moment. She winced and let out a sharp cry as Carlisle moved on from the smaller injuries onto her shoulder. Emmitt kept still, not bothering to even move his chest in and out to simulate breathing. Carlisle noticed this and made quick work of the entire shoulder wound, stitching it back together and bandaging it. He gave the baby a quick once over and doubled checked to make sure everything was properly bandaged. He held up the small child, who kept her wide eyes searching all over the room crinkling her nose every once in a while.
Carlisle smiled, "What a scare you must have gone through, little one." He chuckled amused as the baby began to move her little arms towards the blond man's face making little cooing noises.
"It seems the Benzocaine topical, a type of medicine commonly used to block nerve signals in a body, is working just fine for her," Carlisle explained before Emmitt could ask, "if it didn't work then she would still be screaming her little lungs out."
Emmitt nodded and the baby looked up at him again. This time she smiled and started bouncing, as best she could, up and down in Carlisle grip, waving her little arms towards the large "scary" looking vampire. Carlisle laughed and handed her over to Emmitt who carried the moving bundle in an awkward way.
"It seems she already likes you, Emmitt." Emmitt nodded a bit amused by how unpredictable this small human could be. "I wonder why." He laughed fallowing Carlisle out the door.
"What are we going to do with her?" Emmitt asked as both men walked down the stairs, suddenly realizing how much more serious the situation was. Carlisle frowned, "We'll have to settle that once everyone returns home. For now, would you mind just taking care of her while I run down to the town and buy her some food and warm clothing?" Emmitt nodded at his "father"; setting off to go look for Rosaline, wondering how she was planning to get back at him, if she was going to get back at him, the baby safely sleeping in his arms.
Chapter sizes do vary, but I'm going to try and make them at least two pages long. ^_^ Hope you guys like it. I hope for a lot of flames and constrictive critique. It's what makes me happy! :P
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