With Edward& Emmett; Emmett's POV
Shortly after our little departure scene with Carlisle, Edward and I started to pick up the pale girls scent. We hustled through the woods, at the speed we were traveling through the tress, everything should have past in a dizzy just a blur, but with these eyes, we could still see every single leaf on every tree.
We jumped over a fence without breaking stride and entered the damp, sleeping town.
Closed business, shops and houses(filled with humans whom are unaware of the scene that just occurred, in classic human nature) rushed past us at what to a human would see as impossibly fast.
The path of the scent, lead us to a blue house, contained in a short metal fence, in a rough ghetto. Paint peeled off the house, wood replaced some of the windows that were far beyond repair. Crooked steps lead to a door that was close to the point of falling of its hinges. The house was occupied with a human. (vampires have incredible hearing) Sleeping, maybe? The heart wasn't at a normal pace. The tempo moved much slower, and stuttered occasionally.
Edward and I scaled the side of the house and slipped quietly through a window, where the girls scent came the strongest.
Glow-in-the-dark stars, splattered on the ceilings greeted us, into a tiny room.
"Look for a duffel bag." Edward ordered stiffly
"Been sent into a frenzy, eh." I mocked, even I knew he was never this stiff a day in his life.
"Emmett shut up, and find a duffel bag. Now."
HA! Honestly who was he trying to kid? Even Carlisle, probably would be sent into the frenzy. (The frenzy is equal to a shark when they taste blood).
"You do realize I can hear everything your thing you're thinking, right? Or have you gone that mentally insane?
"A little bit of both"
"Emmett," Edward said with his voice trembling. "SHUT UP! LOOK FOR A GOD DAMNED DUFFEL BAG!" he finally yelled
"Didn't need to yell," I mumbled, looking under a bed that was far too big for the small room.
No duffel bag.
Edward muffled something into a phone so quickly, it wouldn't have mattered how loud he said a regular mortal would have never heard it. "Reneesme, Carlisle and Jasper should be home at any minute. Carlisle is going to be carrying a pale girl. You mustn't panic, dear, she will be your sister….. You can ask Rosalie about that. Alright, bye."
He hung up and immediately began to search through all of her drawers.
"Edward I'm pretty sure, she can't fit a duffel bag in there."
"I should, REALLY punch you right now." Edward said agitation coloring his tone. "I'm looking for pictures for Reneesme. She is bound to take some interest in the girl."
I turned around not bothering to respond
Suddenly a beating heart became more apparent. It was unnaturally slow, young but weakened by drugs. My eyes shot up automatically at Edward.
There was nowhere in the room to hide.
The door swung violently open, the light switching on a second later.
A women maybe in her early 30's stumbled in clumsily(clearly intoxicated).
Her bloodshot eyes flashed up to look at us.
When her mouth open to speak, a fast slur came pouring out. Spanish, probably. I only knew the very basic phrases. All I could understand she was asking was 'who are you?'.
" We're DSS. We came for your daughter" I blurted out without thinking.
The women's expression changed completely. First shock, then confusion.
Edward's POV
I shot a Emmett a dirty look.
He started to open his mouth to say something stupid, again. I stopped him, "no, please, don't"
~My god~
I didn't bother responding to that thought.
*-*translation from Spanish*-*
"Do you speak any English?" I asked
"No." she replied stiffly. "Why would DSS, come here."
"Don't you have a daughter?" I asked. I was 100% sure this was the pale girl's room. Her scent lingered on every item in the room.
Violent images, of a pale girl flashed across her mind. The images, had her covered in her own blood, crying and rocking back, and forth in a ball. The only caption the drunken mess, gave was 'the little whore, deserved it'.
"I don't exactly know. I think so." She lied
"Does she live here?" I asked. How drunk was she? Everything she said was frighteningly honest.
"I think. She might have moved out… maybe, like 2,3 years ago.
She threw Emmett a filthy look, before turning to me and sighing "listen. I have some waiting for me, in my room. Just don't let him see you and your friend." She stumbled back out in to the dark, hallway, attempting to slam the door behind her.
*-*end translation*-*
"What just happened?" Emmett muttered, his lips barely moving.
"To be honest I have no clue." I responded. "You have been alive for over a century, and you've never felt the need to learn another language?"
I looked around the black and white room seeing a grand piano, which occupied most of the rooms space. I felt bad for the pale girl. Having to live with a drunken mess, who probably was a prostitute. Wonder if she knew any English. How could anyone stand to live in this house?
"Found it," Emmett mumbled, pulling out a duffel bag, from the closet, " it's already packed though.
Apparently, (much to our luck) the girl must have been planning on leaving soon, (shock). She had packed everything deemed desirable in her bag. With a list of everything she needed that wasn't on a list.
"Should we bring any clothes?" Emmett asked, looking through her closet.
"No, we don't want humans thinking she's missing, or just ran away."
"What happens when humans start looking for her body? I mean don't they always some huge production when someone goes missing, and they spread the word all around the world, trying to find them," He asked. "I mean, it's not like she can hide forever….This girl is gothic, almost everything in here is black." He said reaching for the music sheets, that were on her list.
"As much as I hate to admit it, you have a point."
I reached for my phone, while I placed various scrapbooks into the duffel, for Nessie (Nessie is Rennesme's nickname.)
The phone only rang twice, before Esme answered .
"Esme, can I speak to Carlisle?"
"Sure."
"Edward," Carlisle asked "is something wrong?"
"We've reached a complication ."