A/N: Okay, so I cannot believe how long the last chapter was. Seriously, that would have been like, maybe 3 or 4 of my regular chapter lengths, but I just wasn't paying attention to how freaking LOOOOOOOOOONG it was when I uploaded it. It just about did me in, pre-written material wise. (Did that make sense? It did in my head.) Also, I got 2 reviews for it. 2! I would like a few more, si vous plait, por favor, please. I would like to think the lack of reviews was from the length of the chapter. Or maybe my stories just suck. Also, I had someone ask why Emmett kept tackling Bella. I think* it comes up in this chapter. Or maybe he explains in the next. Until then, just content yourself with the fact that it's Emmett we're talking about. But anyway, if you read it, please review, whether it is good or bad. I'm a big girl, I can handle your critiques. And now without further ado...

I do not own Twilight. Or it's characters. I do own one very beat up paperback book of Twilight that I am do to reread to refresh my memory.

When I woke up, it was dark. It took me a few seconds to realize that my eyes were open. I could just barely see the light through whatever was covering my eyes. I tried to bring my hands up to move the object, but I found that they were stuck behind my back.

"Hello?" I asked, really confused. I knew that nothing could have happened to me because I had been staying with Alice and Jasper and... "Emmett!" I hissed.

I heard his laugh.

Where were Alice and Jasper? Why had they let him do this?

"Emmett, what are you doing?" I asked him.

"You'll know in a minute, Bella."

I felt that I was still on the bed in Edward's room. Or on some bed...

"Emmett, where am I?" I asked.

"Edward's room."

"Why am I blindfolded?" I asked. I didn't try to struggle.

I felt Emmett's breath in my ear. I shivered.

"You are being held as my hostage, Bella."

"Hostage?" Hostage from who?

"Yes. To be let go, you must do exactly as I say." He told me. I had a bad feeling about this.

"Emmett, can you just let me go?"

"No, Bella, that would be no fun, would it?" He asked.

"No fun for you." I corrected.

He laughed. I wondered where he was and what he was doing.

I sighed. "What do you want me to do, Emmett?"

"You need to say ' Emmett is the king of the world.'" He told me.

I smirked.

"And why do you need me to this?" I asked him.

"Because I told you to, okay?"

"Do you need me to boost your ego?" I asked him in a baby voice. " Does little Emmett need someone to tell him how great he is?"

Emmett growled.

And I felt the familiar, yet unexpected sensation of flying through the air. In a way, it was much more terrifying while blindfolded.

It took me longer to compose myself this time. I found that I was no longer on the bed, but on the floor. I could hear the pounding of my heart and was sure that Emmett heard it, too.

"You're scared." He stated.

I nodded.

"Good."

I scowled.

"Emmett, it is much more scary blindfolded." I told him. Then I regretted it, thinking he would start blindfolding me before tackling me now.

"Now, what were you saying about the world?" Emmett asked.

I rolled my eyes, but the affect was lost because of the blindfold.

I was really uncomfortable though, and Emmett was still on top of me. I tried to sit up but he wouldn't let me.

"Emmett is the king of the world." I mumbled.

"Sorry? I didn't hear that." He said.

"Dammit, Emmett, I know you heard that!" I said.

"Let me hear you say it though. Emmett is..." He started.

"Fine. Emmett is the king of the world and the best big brother and the best at tackling me." I said. I had added on the last parts, but I figured they would keep him from making me do this again.

"Thank you Bella." He said.

"Anytime, Emmett. You know, you don't have to hold me hostage. I would just say it." I told him.

He laughed.

"I'll remember that next time." He said. I felt my hands being freed from their bindings and suddenly, I was blinking as I looked into the humorous eyes of Emmett.

"So, you would just say what?" Emmett asked me.

I rolled my eyes.

"Emmett is the king of the world and the best big brother and fighter and the best at tackling me and making me laugh and scaring me and making me do stuff that I don't want to." I told him.

He grinned widely, his perfect teeth just inches from my face.

"Woah there, Em. I don't think Edward would forgive you if you bit me." I told him.

He closed his mouth then tried to talk while keeping his lips shut. It came out all mumbo jumbo.

"Emmett, can I get up? It's not to you, but this is really uncomfortable for a human."

He helped me up and set me on the bed.

"Well, Bella, that was fun."

I rolled my eyes.

"That was, you know, kind of a failure prank, Emmett." I told him. I instantly regretted telling him that.

"I know, I wanted to get you warmed up to it." He said.

My stomach grumbled.

"Oh, we should probably get you some food." Emmett said.

"Uhuh." I answered.

"Let's go."

We stood and we headed out the door. About halfway down the stairs, Emmett decided that I was too slow, so he picked me up and ran me the rest of the way.

Emmett's running was scarier than Edward's. He barely held me so I wouldn't hit anything and instead of going around the couch, he jumped over it. We landed with a small thud and he brought me to the kitchen. I was breathless. He set me on my feet and I tried to stand, then fell to the side. Emmett caught me before I hurt myself.

"Are you all right?" He asked me.

I thought about it.

"In a minute. Just don't let go."

He held me upright until I was less dizzy.

"Sorry about that." He told me.

"It's okay."

I walked over to open the fridge and found that it was fully stocked with, well, everything. I decided to have some chicken. I cut the chicken into strips the right size for frying in a pan.

While slicing the chicken, the knife slipped and I cut my thumb. A thin line of crimson bubbled up on my thumb.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed. Then I looked over at Emmett.

"Don't breathe." I warned him. Then I saw that his face had changed and it was now hungry and calculating. I looked into his black eyes nervously. He had never been more terrifying.

He took a step towards me. I put the knife down on the counter and took a step back. I knew my heart was beating furiously in my chest.

"Emmett." I cautioned when he took another step forward.

I took a step backwards.

Then I was flying through the air. We landed the way we always landed when Emmett tackled me. I struggled against him.

"AL-" I tried to scream out Alice's name, but Emmett put his hand over my mouth. Then he took my hand, the one with the cut on it and looked at it for a minute. Then, he brought my thumb up to his face.

"No!" I said against his hand. I thrashed around and screamed. "Emmett, No!" I screamed against his hand.

Something surprised me then. Emmett took my bleeding thumb and wiped it off on his shirt. Then he stood up and picked me up too, running me into the living room and putting me on the couch.

"Stay right here." He said. I was so surprised I didn't move.

Then he raced upstairs, appearing seconds later with a clean shirt and a bandage for my thumb. He bandaged my thumb and put the shirt on.

I looked at him, still afraid.

"Bella?"

I nodded.

"Are you all right?"

I nodded again. I was still terrified of him.

I pulled my knees up to my chest.

Emmett sat down on the couch next to me. He put a hand on my shoulder. I knew I flinched away.

"Bella, I would have never done that you know." He told me in a quiet, comforting voice.

I didn't respond.

"Are you okay?"

At that question, I burst into tears. Big, loud sobs rocked my body.

Emmett moved me over so I was sitting in his lap.

He stroked my hair.

" I thought that... that you were going to... I was just so... and the blood... and vampires... Emmett..." I blubbered.

"Shh. Shh. Shh." He whispered.

"Bella, I would never do that to you honey. You know that, right?"

I nodded, still sobbing and put my head on his chest. Emmett put his arms around me. My hands balled themselves around the fabric of his shirt.

A little while later, Jasper and Alice came in. I was still sitting in Emmett's lap, though the tears had slowed. I kept my head buried against his chest.

"What happened?" Alice asked. I looked up.

She appraised me with her golden eyes.

"Will someone finish making my chicken?" I managed to ask in a dry, raspy voice.

Jasper headed into the kitchen, then came back out almost immediately.

"Bella, were you bleeding?" He asked.

I held up my bandaged thumb and nodded.

"Are you all right?" Alice asked.

"Yes."

"What happened?" Jasper asked.

"I was cutting the chicken, then I cut my thumb. Emmett scared me." I said.

"It was my fault. I pretended that I was going to hunt her." Emmett said.

My face had tears going down it again and I went back to crying into Emmett's chest. Someone rubbed my back soothingly and I felt a calm wave pass over me.

"Thanks Jasper." I mumbled into Emmett's chest.

"Sorry I scared you Bella." Emmett apologized again.

"It's okay. Now I know that you were just kidding."

"Sorry." He said again.

"Emmett, maybe it is not the best idea to pretend to hunt a human." Alice said. "Yeah, I know that now." He said.

My stomach rumbled again.

"Jasper, can you go make the chicken?" I asked him.

"I'll clean it up, Jazz." Alice told him. Then she went into the kitchen.

I sighed, exhausted again. I sat with Emmett for a while until I had fully calmed down and then I moved to sit next to him. He put his arm around my shoulders. I rested my head against him.

"Thanks Emmett." I said.

"What did I do?"

"Comfort me."

I looked at his face. He was smiling sadly.

"I was the reason that you needed comforting."

"It's okay." I told him.

"Edward's gonna kill me when he comes back." Emmett said, biting his lip. " And I would deserve it."

"No you wouldn't. You just didn't understand how something like that would look to one of the few humans who knew about vampires existing. To you, it probably looked like a joke. It probably helped that I can't act worth crap, so I thought you weren't acting." I told him. I tried to smile, but it probably came out more like a grimace.

"Thanks Bella." Emmett said.

We sat for a while. Alice was still looking at us speculatively after cleaning the kitchen. I listened to the sound of the chicken sizzling in the kitchen. After a while, Jasper brought out a heaping plate of chicken and a tall glass of milk. I realized that my throat was parched. I eagerly gulped the milk, then ate some of the chicken. It was good.

"You are all really good cooks, for vampires." I told them.

"We try." Alice said.

Jasper smiled.

"It helps that when Edward met you, Esme started watching the Food Network obsessively. We would hear it on all the time." Jasper said.

I laughed.

I finished eating and then went to Alice's room with her. She sat with me on the bed and brushed through my hair as she demanded to know the whole story, since she hadn't seen it before.

After editing out the part where I woke up, I told her that I went downstairs to make food and Emmett watched me. I was cutting the chicken when the knife slipped and I slit my thumb open. Emmett tackled me and I thought he was going to drink my blood, and had a panic attack but he just wiped it on his shirt, helped me up and got me a bandage. I was so confused and scared of him that I burst into tears and he tried to comfort me, then Alice and Jasper came in.

"That's all good Bella, but you left out something. I can tell."

"You're good." I said, but didn't answer.

"Bella, tell me." She said. her voice was very authoratative.

"No, I can't."

"Why? Otherwise I will just assume that it is worse than it is." She said.

"Sorry, no can do."

She sighed.

"I will get it out of you somehow." She threatened. I mimed closing and locking my lips.

A/N: Okay, so this chapter has like, zero closure, I know. But the last chapter was ridiculously long. Also: I am sorry if the days don't go in order, or if I skip one. I'm getting myself confused with all of the days. So... yeah.