Back again! Aren't I being good? Fourth chapter in two days! Hurrah!
I'm chillin like a villain with this story. I like it so much, it flows so well that I don't have to force ideas out of myself. YAY Me!!
Enjoy the Chapter!
-Luna
Chapter Four
Emmett heard them talking before they came across him, and he wondered why nomads always seemed to come in threes.
They spoke in accents unheard of in the Sahara, so he knew that they were not traders, but unnatural.
He stayed where he was, hoping that they would find him.
And maybe, some way to kill him.
He laid there, like he had for the past three months, glittering like some kind of diamond stuck in the dunes but diamond all the same.
He felt a whoosh of air and felt three faces staring down at him.
They were like him, but they were not the same.
They smelled almost like the mutts, but better. Much better.
It was a deep, woodsy scent that drove Emmett crazy, and for the first time in months the burning slid back into his throat.
He hadn't bothered to feed since leaving Volterra, and it registered in his mind that he was extremely weak.
He tried to raise a hand to one of the two women, the one closest to him, trying to ward her away from him, trying to somehow signal to her he was dangerous.
He heard the deep chuckle and something being seemingly crass muttered, but he didn't have the strength to open his eyes or even listen.
He felt himself being pulled up to his feet and waited to meet Rose.
To his dismay, he was effortlessly hauled onto the man's back, surprised at the ease he was carried with. He didn't know how long he was up there, hanging from the man's back while he ran.
After what seemed like days, he was finally dropped into something soft, with a straw full of blood shoved into his mouth.
He was gradually nursed back to health, by one pair of hands more than the others.
Those hands tenderly washed him, fed him, and rubbed his shoulders.
The day he finally got up, it was his curiosity getting the best of his grief.
He fought to keep still, but the old part of him was nudging and nudging until he couldn't take it anymore. He finally opened his eyes and looked around.
He was in what seemed like a really big bedroom, with rich, mahogany wood furniture and all-white accessories.
He swung his legs of the bed, and stood up, wobbly at first, then slowly jumped up and down to get his blood (or venom) pumping.
He walked to the window and peered out, trying to make sense geographically of where he might be, when a boisterous voice interrupted his frantic thoughts.
Emmett turned in a panic and dropped into a defensive crouch.
He turned to find a blond man in front of him, quickly assesing him and realizing that it was most likely this man who carried him for hours to wherever he was now.
The man had green eyes, was about as tall as him and not as built, but he seemed stronger.
Emmett was wary of a fight for a first time in his life, even as the man grinned down at him.
"Bloody Hell! You're not dead anymore! But then again, none of you bloodsuckers ever really die, do ya?"
He seemed very positive and friendly, but Emmett couldn't handle a response, so he just stood up.
He continued to blankly stare at the man who had so obviously saved his ass.
He thought about thanking him, or letting the guy know in some way he was greatful for making him feel something again.
As if reading his mind, the man answered again in earnest "It was no problem, man. None at all."
Emmett grumbled, angry at his luck. After all the shit Edward put him through he ends up with him after all.
The anger bubbled up in his throat, causing him to spit out words he knew it was wrong to grumble out to someone who just saved his life.
"Great. Another fucking mind-reader."
The blond man tilted his head and looked at him with interest.
"I can't read minds, but I can read your memories. Your thought just became a memory, and you weren't talking at all for a really long time, so I had to take a peek. Sorry."
He held out his hand, and Emmett shook it, taking in the deep woody smell.
"I'm Morris Gray. Emmett Cullen, right?"
Emmett shook his head.
"My last name is McCarty. I'm not a Cullen anymore."
Morris nodded. "I'm sorry, I just assumed."
It was silent for a while, and Emmett couldn't hold his curiosity back any longer.
"What are you?"
Morris smiled and gestured for Emmett to sit down, seating himself in the process.
"I'm a werewolf. I was bitten during the reign of King Henry 1511."
Emmett was shocked.
"Jesus. You're older than Carlisle." Morris simply gave a nod, knowing Emmett was not finished. "
And when you say werewolf, do you mean shifter? Cause I used to know a bunch of them, but you smell a lot better. A helluva lot better."
Morris laughed and opened his mouth, but he wasn't the one who answered.
A cold, haughty voice drifted into the room.
"Shifters? Do you know how powerful we are? We are children of the Moon."
Emmett felt like he was seeing the sun, not just light.
He turned to see a woman who was as beautiful as Rose, but in every different way.
Where Rose was pale, she had rich, golden brown skin.
Where Rose had long flowing blond hair down her back, she had jet black hair with navy streaks, sheared at her shoulders.
Where Rose had been classic, she was edgy, vintage and everything he couldn't describe.
He saw so many differences between them but their essence was the same.
No sooner had the words floated from her pink lips to his ears that he was entranced, and she was gone.
He turned to Morris, eyes still a little blank.
"Who is she?"
Morris grinned.
"That's Sayoura."
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So I won't ask for reviews, but I will ask for suggestions on Sayoura's character. Should she be just like Rose? She's kind of cold to him there...
And just a quick clarification: I think that after three months, not feeding, buried in the sand, not doing anything and plauged by memories, I feel Emmett is ready to grow up and live again. I hoped you guys didn't think I was jumping the gun. (Sorry if I was.)
-Playlist for the Chapter-
Day to Day- Eulogies
42- Coldplay
X&Y- Coldplay
Bling- The Killers
This River is Wild- The Killers
The Curse of Curves- Cute IWWAF
Kiss and Sell- The Maine