BPOV
What was going on? Why was Edward so reluctant to tell her who I was? Why did her and her brother look so sad?
"Oh." she said quietly and closed her eyes for a second. Heavy, dark clouds rolled over the lake. Emma took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Edward gasped and she smiled dryly. Her eyes were a very bright blue.
"How did you do that?" asked Alice, awed.
"When I'm using my power a lot they turn that color. It also means I need to hunt more." she explained. Edward didn't seem to be able to look away from her. Then reality sank in. Were they together when he was human. I gasped and felt sick. Everyones eyes flicked towards me. I ignored them, my eyes were fixed on Edward. He seemed to to know what I was thinking.
"Bella-" he started, but didn't seem to know how to finish. I was waiting for an I only love only you or That was almost 100 years ago, Bella. She means nothing to me. But he didn't say anything.
"I need to think. I'll be back later." the girl, Emma, said.
"Emma, wait." Edward pleaded. I saw red. She gave him a small, sad smile and shook her head.
"I'll be back. I promise."
He watched her run away. I felt calm wash over me and turned to Jasper who was watching me with an almost exasperated expression. I scowled at him and turned back to Edward but he was talking to Tom in a voice. They glanced at me and looked quickly away when they saw me looking at them.
"C'mon, Bella." murmured Alice, tugging on my arm. I protested but she threw me on her back and we were running before I could say much.
"Alice!" I whined when we got back to the Cullen mansion. She ignored me and pulled out her cell phone and began talking fast and angrily.
I sighed and slumped into a chair. I needed Edward right now but he wasn't here.
EmmaPOV
I ran until I reached a meadow aways away. I fell into the grass with a sob and buried my face in the sweet-smelling grass and cried. It began to pour, soaking me. Suddenly I smelled the sweetest scent ever. I looked up and saw Edward standing over me.
"You smell so good." I whispered, standing up and wrapping my arms around him and taking a deep breath. He was stiff under my embrace for a moment before giving a small, anguished moan and pulling me so close to him it actually hurt.
"Emma, Emma, Emma." he repeated me name, burying his face in my hair. I stroked his bronze hair and remembered all the times we'd spent together. A lot of my human memories had faded but none of Edward. Not one wasn't crystal clear. Everyday we'd spent at the creek when we were little or making faces at each other during church when we were kids, or our first kiss under the weeping willow at his house as teenagers.
"Edward." I answered, lifting his face gently. He stared at me with those bottomless eyes. They were the way I had loved them, even if they were gold not green now. They looked like honey. Warm, creamy, soft honey. Like you could get lost in them. And I did. Until he kissed me.