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Disclaimer: Twilight is not - and never will be - mine
On with the Story...
CHAPTER TWO
Edward. I thought as I approached the house, get Carlisle, I need him, NOW!
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Not waiting to see if Edward had heard me, I all but flew into the living room and laid the man as carefully as I could on the sofa. Carlisle and Edward were standing before me in under a second. Both men looked up at me, with confused expressions.
"I don't have time for this – hedoesn't have time for this," I screeched, "Carlisle I need you to change him, NOW!"
"I don't think-"
I cut him off, nearly screaming "PLEASE CARLISLE, FOR ME, PLEASE!"
The young man let out a gurgled scream in pain as Carlisle bent his head to the young man's neck and bit.
Edward backed out of the room, closely followed by Carlisle to get necessary help and equipment. I was left alone with what I had just forced upon this stranger. His back arched as fire ripped through his body, without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his hand, muttering consolingly and doing what little I could to help him through the pain that was sure to follow.
EmPOV
"Carlisle I need you to change him, NOW!"
What did she, my angel, mean? She had saved me from the edge of death, stayed with me so far, I couldn't bear to think of her leaving me.
"I don't think-"a different voice started. My eyes fluttered and found the source, widening as I took in the man who stood before me. Surely this was God, and my angel standing with him. Black clouded my vision as I began to lose consciousness, my head spinning whilst I head a muffled shout echoing through the seeping blackness. Suddenly I was brought to the present as something sharper than steel, harder than rock, sliced through the flesh of my throat. I felt cool breath brush against the new wound and I screamed.
Pain washed over my in a flood. I sucked a shallow breath and my vision slipped away.
Torture, fire, burning, surely this was Hell. My body buckled and cramped, trying, uselessly, to reject the pain. I screamed again and again begging anyone and everyone to end my suffering. Suffering that felt like being skinned alive then being covered with searing lemon juice. I forced my eyes open seeking anyone, my gaze fell upon a familiar and yet still stunningly beautiful face. My angel.
RPOV
The next three days were nearly unendurable. The young man, whose name I had yet to learn, screamed out every few minutes and begged for us to kill him before breaking into uncontrollable sobs. If I could cry, I would have been sobbing with him.
On the third day Carlisle sat with me, promising the man that it would all be over soon, and, somehow, I gained comfort from that.
EmPOV
The hell-like flames were beginning to retreat, freeing my fingers and ankles. Surely, the torture was ending, how much longer could it go on for? I locked my eyes with my angel's. There was something different in them today, a change from how I had seen them before, a fierce hope swam in her golden irises.
Without warning, the flames began to creep back faster, more furiously, sending my already ablaze heart into over-drive. My back arched and buckled, I was thrashing around trying to relieve the inconceivable added pain.
Then, it was gone. The lack of pain stunned me into stillness.
"Carlisle," a chiming voice called, "it's over."
Without a conscious thought, I crouched and sprang off the bed I had been placed on, backing into a defensive position. Low growls tore through my teeth. My throat was burning, flames licking all moisture away. Three others stepped into the room, all looking at me warily. The golden haired man stepped forward his hands raised in surrender.
"It's okay," he told me, "I know it can be quite confusing at first but trust me, we are of no threat to you."
My eyes roamed around him, looking at the others who stood behind. There was a petit woman, who was looking at the scene with nothing but concern for the man before me. Beside her was a young man, younger than me, whose stance was clearly protective and territorial. Last of all, my gaze fell upon the single most beautiful and familiar face I had ever seen, my angel. Her eyes were filled with such deep worry and concern that I caught my breath and stepped out of my crouch.
"What's your name?" she asked. I hesitated, not sure whether or not I could answer.
"Emmet McCarty, miss." I stuttered in a clear, bass voice that was alien to me.
Her face lit up with a smile of such beauty I half expected my heart to stop. It was then when I realised that my heart wasn't beating. Bewildered I clutched at my chest, stepping back.
"It's okay, Emmet" the golden haired man repeated, "I have some explaining to do, my name is Carlisle, this is my wife Esme, and my adopted son and daughter, Edward and Rosalie." He said, gesturing to the people behind him. I was so confused at the onslaught of information that I felt like I would collapse in shock.
"I need to speak with you Emmet, if you could follow me please." Carlisle continued. I stepped forward to stand by Carlisle's side and he gestured for me to follow him. After hearing Carlisle speak, I felt as though I could trust him, he was going to tell me what had changed – everything was going to be different now.
So ... any good? I'm not sure whether to leave the story here or to continue - possibly do the talk between Carlisle and Emmet in the next chapter. If anyone has any ideas to help me it would be much appreciated!
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Katie
