Disclaimer: (I think I forgot to do this at the beginning of my first chapter) I do not own Emmett, Edward, Bella, etc. Stephenie Meyers does.

Born Again Chapter Two

Emmett pulled into an Italian Restaurant an hour later, having traveled outside of Forks. Ash grumbled so much that he drove the speed limit there, just to annoy her and it gave him more time to analyze her. He hadn't gotten very far though but he did know her name now. A slight improvement. To keep the atmosphere light he started by asking about shape shifters.

"Are you honestly telling me that you've never met or heard about us." Ash had stated when he asked if there was a lot of her 'kind'.

"No, I know about werewolves. There's a pack of them in La Push, a small village off of Forks. We had to make a treaty with them so that we could stay and live in peace."

Ash looked at him stricken. "Werewolves soul purpose is to hunt down and kill the living dead. They would never make a treaty with you and actually abide by it."

Emmett smirked at her looking fully at her and not the road. She didn't seem the least bit uncomfortable about it at first then her gaze flicked to the windshield giving her away, but she never commented on it. Emmett wondered if this was because she trusted him or because she was trying to be brave. He didn't ask.

"The werewolves agreed to the treaty because we don't hunt humans. Just animals." Emmett heard a sharp intake of breath.

"Thats not possible, is it?" Ash had never heard of a vampire not hunting humans.

"All of my family don't drink human blood. Granted there have been a few slips..." Ash heard regret in his voice. "There's a family in Alaska like us, but thats all I've heard of." He had gone back to looking at the road. Saddened by thinking about certain others of his kind.

"Look at me." Ash demanded suddenly. Emmett did so without hesitation. Soft hot hands reached up to frame the sides of his face. He almost flinched away but lavender eyes pierced into his rendering him helpless. "Your eyes, I noticed it earlier but I couldn't place it. There aren't red." He shook his head in agreement speechless. With the movement of his head her thumb slide and touched his bottom lip like velvet. The touch sent sparks through him and sent him out of his daze.

When Emmett surfaced back into the real world Ash's head was cocked and looking at him with the cute puzzled expression on her gorgeous face. "Whats wrong Emmett?"

Emmett frowned in thought. "Nothing, you just dazzled me with your eyes. I wonder if thats what humans feel when they look into our eyes." He pondered out loud.

Ash's laughter rolled out in a musical sound. "Yes, I imagine the effect is very similar."

Pulling into the restaurant parking lot Emmett paused and asked her, "How is it that your able to do that?"

Ash paused and weighed telling him carefully. She already trusted Emmett and she didn't trust easily. She really didn't want to be hurt by misplacing that trust. Emmett caught her pause and slid his hand over her's, linking their fingers together. Her skin felt wonderfully alive under his. It was amazing to actually be able to casually touch someone again.

"It's okay. You can tell." He whispered in the silence. The splashing of cars driving by on the wet street was the only noise for a moment. Then she looked at him again and he knew that she had decided to trust him.

"Some shape shifters are born with extra talents. Much like some vampires. I was born with the ability to dazzle people with my eyes. My twin sister Pantomime can seduce people with her voice. A lot of the other shape shifters outside of my pack avoid us because those are a vampires gifts. But they never really had to deal with the fact that our talents were curses."

"Often our master Claire would make us seduce and kill fellow vampires...He was horrid, and I left Pantomime there alone with the bastard."

Emmett squeezed the had he was holding tighter. "You had to do it. Everything will work out. My family will take care of it Ash. That sick fuck will never touch you again I swear it, I'll take care of you." Ash fought the urge to cry and hug him, to let herself be held by him. "Thank you Emmett."

Ash then changed the subject blinking rapidly to clear tears away. "I can't go in there to eat!" She exclaimed as she watched a couple walk in. The woman wearing a stylish cocktail dress and the guy in a jacket and slacks.

"Why not?" Emmett said slightly lost. He of course was wearing a black leather jacket tailored to fit perfectly and chocolaty sweater that did nothing to hide the six pack underneath. Black slacks finished the outfit with matching shoes. "Look at you and the type of restaurant this is." She whispered softly gesturing towards the door, and then herself. "And look at what I have on."

Emmett looked at her. He really hadn't noticed that the pants were too short and hit her long smooth legs at mid calf or that she was wearing a worn purple t shirt. "Ash, you'd make rags look sexy." Emmett said looking at her but turning on the car at the same time. "But I understand what your saying. I'll take you shopping, your going to need clothes anyways."

Ash looked at him shocked. "Thats not what I was implying. You don't have to buy me anything, these are fine."

"No they're not, besides I want to take you out dinner and you need a dress. Getting a few more clothes won't be a problem." Emmett's voice held a final note in it that told Ash the argument was closed. She huffed down in her seat and watched the street lights pass by. There was a small warmth in her stomach that she hadn't felt before. She'd never felt the contentment of being taken care of and safe. She loved her pack but she had never been safe. None of them had been.

A few minutes later they were pulling up besides an expensive clothing shop with tailors rushing around to assist Emmett. It was rather obvious that he came in often. He had a brief word with the head seamstress who eyed Ash during the conversation, taking mental measurements. "All the necessities she'll need. Everything Morgan, doesn't matter the price. She'll try to argue about it, just ignore her. And two semi formal sophisticated dresses." With that said he walked behind a glaring Ash and gave her a nudge forward. "Go on I'm going to be right here waiting for you to get done." Morgan came and with a gentle motherly style relaxed Ash as she walked around the lower level of the store selecting items here and there, holding them up to Ash to test if the would look good with her coloring.

With an arms load of clothes she stacked them in a dressing room. Then Morgan dragged Ash up to the top floors which held dresses and lingerie. Ash just followed absolutely speechless. There were getting a little up there in the spending range. Not that she would get all the clothes that had been tossed into the dressing room...Right?

Morgan, the older stylish woman who was helping her was very warm and sweet. She bickered about Ash the whole time. "What a unique hair color. Natural too, I bet. You don't seem the type to dye your hair. And gorgeous skin." Ash only had a moment to be embarrassed as they stopped in the middle of the bras and panties section and the woman took her measurements. "Arms up dear." Ash obeyed and was shocked when she found a tape wrapped around her. Clicking her tongue the woman started pulling out bra's and panties. Ash briefly had a moment to ask herself if she needed all of that before she was herded off yet again to find dresses. They were barely in the dress section before Morgan went behind the counter and pulled out two numbers. "Back downstairs dear. I'll be find you some heels and shoes. Size seven?" Ash nodded. Walking down the steps. "I want to see everything you try on and if I don't make sure Mister Emmett does."

Emmett, himself was in the chair. After watching Morgan bustle around he knew it could take hours to try on all those clothes. So he called the restaurant and made a late reservation.

Ash had to try on everything. Morgan insisted on it. The lingerie was first with Morgan walking around her. Ash wasn't embarrassed about this part. The pack lazed about each other in underwear all day, sometimes with less. As long as it wasn't sexual Ash was fine. She liked the panties and bras Morgan had picked out. All of them were made from the softest materials and felt good against her skin. She tried on all of the outfits Morgan had grabbed earlier. Trying on clothes took so much bloody time. But, she was amazed that everything fit perfectly. Even the silk slacks she was sure would be to long even for her.

She was starting to get the feeling that Morgan was more than human with her spicy redwood sent. When it came to the dressed Morgan had her don a simple short black number with three inch strappy heels. The dress was of a modest cut only giving the barest hint of cleavage, and made her legs look forever long. She stared in the mirror at her reflection wondering if that was really her. She didn't have long before she was rushed out of that and put into a emerald green satin cocktail dress with a halter fit and cut lower than the first one. Shoes like the others went on her feet. It made her hair look like fresh spilled blood and her eyes shine like amethyst. Morgan clapped her hands excitedly. "I'll be ringing this all up for you dear. I think your going to want to go with the black for tonight, always keep the first date casual love." With that Morgan kissed Ash's check and disappeared before Ash could argue that she and Emmett weren't on a date. All the clothes were gone but what Morgan had told her to wear.

She pulled on the black dress and everything that went with it. Taking a breath she stepped out into the actual store Emmett's back was turned towards her as he was paying for everything. She stepped up behind him and he turned to look at her. The unneeded breath he took froze in his chest.

"Amazing." He let out. Trying to hide his reaction to her he turned back gathering up the bags. With a sly smile he glanced over his shoulder. "You are still hungry aren't you?" She scoffed, as her stomach growled. "I'm starving." She complained loudly. "I think my stomachs shrunk permanently." Emmett laughed as he held open the Jeeps door for her, unashamed watched her slide in and the short dress get even shorter.

"Well, I'm sorry but that took so long every thing's closed." He informed her getting in on his side.

"You had better be joking." She exclaimed looking at him wide eyed.

Emmett couldn't hold back his smirk. God she was a funny little thing. "Yeah, I called and made reservations." Ash let out a breath as Emmett pulled away to finally take her to eat.