Chapter 2
When we arrived at the grounds, something wasn't right. There was a strange odder in the air, something I hadn't smelled in a long time, but I couldn't quite think of what it was.
"Do you smell that?" I asked. Esme, Emmett, and Alice all put their noses in the air and looked around.
"It's the smell of an old trail, someone must have passed though a while ago." Esme concluded. "It doesn't surprise me, none of us have been here in a while."
I didn't press the subject anymore, but something still didn't seem right.
We split up into our hunting groups and went in separate directions. Our grounds were about 100 square miles, so we had plenty of room to spread out. Esme went with Alice and Emmett came with me.
"What should we hunt first?" Emmett asked, getting excited. "Mountain loins or something else. You choose. I chose last time."
"I need to get myself a new hunting partner." I thought. Emmett's routine was getting old, really old. All he ever thought about was what animal he could fill his veins with first and how much of a fight it would put up. He babbled something I ignored and then walked away. I however stayed right where I was. A breeze had blown past and I caught the scent again, though this time it was stronger, fresher, near by.
"Emmett!" I called. He spun around and looked to see what was the matter.
"What?" he asked.
"Don't you smell that?" My brother wasn't the smartest being on this planet, but there was no way he could've missed the smell right under his nose. It would've stuck out like a sore thumb next to all the scents of the outdoors.
"No Edward. I don't smell anything." He said, annoyed. "Now come on, I'm hungry, and bored." Hesitantly, I followed.
He sniffed the air for the scent of any big animal within 50 miles of us and, catching one, led us into a large patch of woods. I followed behind, keeping my eyes and nose open for anything unusual. Emmett eventually found the wild boar he had been tracking and took it down easily, after he was done playing with it of course. Then, I went in search of my own food. Boars were very common in this part of the country, but I didn't find them hard or fun to hunt, so I went in search of a wildcat or bear.
After I'd tracked down a couple more animals, I went in search of Emmett. We usually hunted for a day or two and then went home. I caught his scent in an open field.
"Fool." I thought. "If your going to try and hide from me, you could at least try and hide yourself better." He often did this. He would hide somewhere and then try and jump on me or attack me in some other way. I always heard his thoughts though, and knew exactly where he was before je had the chance to put his plan into action.
But this time, I didn't hear anything. I was worried. I followed his scent and found him lying on the ground, unconscious. Immediately, I heard someone else's thoughts, someone I didn't know. They were frantic, confused, alarmed. They had no idea what was going on. I smelled the scent. Then, some leaves behind me rustled. I spun around, just as he emerged from the bushes.