After Bella and Renesmee left to change out of their animal-blood drenched clothes, Emmett turned his attention to Edward; who was currently washing the mountain lion blood off his hands.
'So what you guys do while we were gone?' Edward asked, too tired to look into Emmett's mind and find out that way. Plus, he found out long ago that it was somewhat hopeless to find something out in Emmett's head. Looking for something in Emmett's head is like looking for a needle in a hay stack. It just took to long and was too tiring.
'Not much,' Emmett said with a shrug of his muscular shoulders. He looked over at Edward, whose back was to him. His eyes moved to the back of his head. Edward had a head of beautiful, thick bronze hair that stuck out in every direction known-to-man. It was basically the Albert Einstein hairstyle; only shorter and Edward could actually pull the look off 'Hey Ed-'
'No,' Edward said flat-out. He had looked into Emmett's mind in time to see what he was gonna ask, 'No way in Hell, Emmett.'
'Awe, come on Eddie! You've had that hairstyle for the last like…fifty years!' Emmett pleaded.
'And if you hadn't touched it before, I'd still have a ponytail.'
'That look, looked stupid on you Edward. You should be thanking me for getting rid of that thing!' Emmett said. Edward rolled his butterscotch colored eyes, 'Come on Ed, please?'
'No, and that's final,' Edward said before turning and walking out of the living room. Emmett mumbled before sitting down at the kitchen table. He tapped his fingers impatiently against the wooden tabletop as he struggled to think of who to ask next. Just then, Carlisle entered the kitchen. His usually neat blonde hair was in complete disarray Emmett noticed as he watched his father walk across the kitchen and open the fridge. Bella had come up with an idea awhile back to keep the blood of animals in the fridge, so they wouldn't always have to skip town whenever hungry. Esme put candles, which were always lit, all around the kitchen to keep both the flies away and to keep Bella's human friends from gagging and puking. Carlisle grabbed a carton labeled 'Black Bear Blood' and walked over to the cabinets.
'Been running Carlisle?' Emmett asked, watching as his father searched for a glass.
'What? Oh, yeah…' Carlisle said before pulling a hand back and running it through his hair, somewhat flattening. 'Need to get some more hair gel,' he said before grabbing a glass.
'Or, better yet, I could cut it for you,' Emmett suggested with a smile. Carlisle froze for a second before pouring the bear blood into the glass. He put the carton away and took a sip before answering.
'I don't think so,' Carlisle said.
'Awe come on please? I did Jasper's and he likes it! Why doesn't anybody else trust me?'
'Because, we remember what you did to Ed-'
'But that was years ago!' Emmett protested; a slight frown on his face. Carlisle looked at him for what seemed like forever before finally answering.
'Fine, but only a little. Just enough to get it out of my eyes. Got it?' Carlisle asked.
'Yes, promise!' Emmett said, lying through his paper-white teeth. He jumped up from his chair and dashed out of kitchen to gather what he needed. Carlisle chugged down the remains of the blood and started washing the cup. By the time he was finished, Emmett was back. Emmett pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and gestured for Carlisle to sit down.
'Remember, not to much off. And I mean it Emmett,' Carlisle said before sitting down.
'Yeah, yeah, yeah,' Emmett said nonchalantly before pulling a thin black comb out of the pocket of his white sweater. He ran the comb thoroughly through Carlisle's tick, slightly curly hair; pulling it back out of his face. 'Just relax,' Emmett said before pulling a pair of sharp scissors out of his other pocket. He lifted a lock of blonde hair and raised the scissors. He snipped away the a few short strands and let them fall meekly onto Carlisle's lap. Carlisle let out a relieved sigh. Okay, now for the real fun Emmett thought, still holding the lock of hair. He lowered the scissors down to nearly the skin and snipped it off. Emmett tossed the pale blonde hair over his shoulder and lifted after good sized lock of hair. Carlisle tapped his finger impatiently against his leg, completely oblivious to the fact that he was losing way more hair then he thought he was. The pile of hair behind Emmett grew bigger and bigger as he tossed more freshly cut locks of hair over his shoulder. After a short while, all the hair on top of Carlisle's head had been reduced down almost to the skin. The back, sides, and his bangs were left. Emmett, to be safe, combed Carlisle's bangs back before gently lifting them and cutting them to nearly the skin. He tossed the now useless bangs over his shoulder; where they slowly fell onto the pile of blonde hair, which finally tumbled over with the extra weight. As hard as it was to believe, Emmett was finding out that Carlisle had just as much hair as Jasper did; maybe even more! Only he kept it combed and gelled, unlike Jasper who let it fall around his face. Emmett then pulled a set of hair clippers out of his sweater pocket and plugged them in.
'Emmett,' Carlisle said, oblivious to the fact that he was nearly bald on the top of his head and that there was a giant pile of hair behind him.
'Don't worry,' Emmett said before snapping on an attachment onto the clippers, 'These are only to trim the sides. You'll have more hair on the side then on the top,' …he wasn't technically lying. Carlisle looked at him for a few moments before looking forward. Emmett got behind Carlisle and quietly snapped the attachment off. No need for this he thought before putting the attachment in his pocket. He turned them on and placed them gingerly on the bottom of his neck. Slowly, and cautiously, he pushed the hair clippers into the blonde, slightly curly locks. He ran them up the middle of the back of Carlisle's head, stopping when he reached the already cut hair. He repeatedly did this till he reduced all the hair on the back of his head down to nothing. He knew if he rubbed his hand against it, which he wouldn't since he knew that would get him caught, it would fell like velvet. Emmett stood by Carlisle's right side and placed the clippers under Carlisle's sideburn. Quickly, not wanting to see that the hair clippers had no attachment, Emmett ran the clippers up the side of Carlisle's head; quickly removing the sideburn. He quickly made ends-meat of the hair on the sides of Carlisle's head. When he was done, he tided the edges up. After a few minutes, he was done. 'There, you look awesome Carlisle,' Emmett said, smiling an ear-to-ear smile. Carlisle automatically reached up and ran his hand over the top of his head; expecting to feel silky locks
'Emmett!' he yelled before standing up and facing his son. He ran his hands all over the top of his head, his eyes as wider then ever, 'What did you do!'
'I gave you a haircut that I knew would look awesome on you,' Emmett answered, still smiling. For the first time in his vampire-life, Emmett saw anger fill his father's face. His eyes were filled with anger, his teeth were bare, and he looked like he was about to spring at him. Before he could, though, Esme entered the room. Her caramel colored hair pulled up in a loose ponytail. She was dressed in dark jeans, black high-heeled boots, and an off-the-shoulder purple t-shirt.
'Carlisle!' Esme gasped before covering her mouth in utter shock, 'You cut you hair?'
'No, he did,' Carlisle snarled, his glare not leaving me. Esme looked at me, shocked.
'Emmett…not again…'
'I think he looks awesome!' Emmett protested.
'Thanks to you I'm gonna be practically bald for all eternity!' he snarled. Emmett's eyes widened when Carlisle's eyes quickly changed from butterscotch to black.
'Carlisle, baby,' Esme said before hurrying over to her husband. She took his face in her delicate hands and mad him look at her, 'Honey….calm down, please,' Carlisle blinked a few times and his eyes slowly returned to butterscotch. 'You look very handsome,' she said, smiling a gentle smile. She reached up with one hand and ran it over the top of Carlisle's head. 'Really, you do,' she said.
'Really…?' Carlisle said, the anger in his voice gone. Esme's smile grew a little bigger and suddenly, much to Emmett's surprise, Carlisle smiled a gentle smile. 'Thanks Esme…'
'You're welcome,' she said before gently kissing Carlisle and giving him a hug. Emmett stood there silently, not sure what to do. After a minute or so, Esme pulled away. 'Come on, I need your help with something outside,' Esme said before gently taking Carlisle's hand and gently pulling him out of the kitchen. Emmett stood there for a few minutes before smiling.
'Okay, who's next?' he asked himself. Not even caring that he just saw the calmest guy in the world get enraged by what he did. Emmett was on a role. He got to give two haircuts and learned to things: If vampires are VERY, VERY sad they actually manage to cry. If they're EXTREMELY, INHUMANLY mad, their eyes quickly go all black. Now, lets find someone else to give a haircut too. This is to fun to stop now!

(Author's Note: No harsh reviews please. I hope you like chapter two. Emmett's getting sneaky. Should I stop now or make another chapter? Please review :) )