-EMMETT AND ETHAN-
WOW so what's going to happen next???? I wonder….LOL! Read on, and enjoy! Once again, I do not own Twilight!
BELLA POV
An astonishing sight met my eyes, nothing I could have been prepared for. I saw on the desk, a small boy, probably not even 5 years old. His innocent body was beat up, bruised and cut, his chest heaved ragged breaths in and out. His face was almost purple with cold, and his ribs were jutting out against his thin shirt. A rush of emotion flooded my whole body, poor baby. My hand fell instinctively to my own baby; Edward wrapped his arms around me also, keeping me from moving forward. The boy was dressed in a rusty red colored shirt, and ripped jeans. His feet were bare and cold looking. What had happened to this poor kid? I took in the rest of the scene, Esme was seated in the corner, looking terrified and shocked, her face in her hands. Carlisle was leaning over top of the child, checking his injuries. Rose was looking at the child with such an expression I had never thought possible on her face. It was tender, gentle and concerned. Alice and Jasper were still out, buying necessities. The last person I noticed was Emmett. His hand was curled around the smaller one of the boy's, and he was kneeling beside him, his face twisted into an agonizing mask of pain.
"…Carlisle…" he stuttered, in a husky voice, rough with emotion.
"Emmett, go into the kitchen, and get this kid some water. He needs sustenance. He needs something inside him, right now." Said Carlisle frantically, in a business like manner. Emmett shook his head.
"I'm not leaving, Carlisle." Said Emmett. I understood that Emmett wasn't going to leave, but this child needed help, and I could do it. I squirmed out of Edward's icy cool grasp, and raced down the stairs. I grabbed everything edible in sight. Juice, apples, bananas, dry cereal, sliced ham, bread slices, and a humongous glass of cold water. Edward helped me carry it all upstairs, and forced the glass of water into Carlisle's hand. Carlisle nodded in thanks, and gently spread open the child's blue lips. He poured the cool liquid down his throat. He gulped greedily, obviously parched. Next he devoured the ham, and cereal, slowly and painfully chewing his way through it all. He finished off the juice, and fell back against the desk, asleep, and breathing deeply. Esme sighed, and ushered Edward and I out of the room, leaving Carlisle, Rose and Emmett with the kid. She went to her room, to rest, she told us. Edward pulled me by the waist up to his room and sat us down on his couch. Finally, I could find out what happened.
"Tell me, Edward. I want to know." I looked into his eyes.
"Of
course, Bella." He gazed just as deeply into mine. He told me how
they had found the child, unconscious, and curled into a fetal
position in a small cavern while they had been hunting. He was almost
dead, left by his alcoholic parents to survive on his own in the
woods. Pain shot through my veins at the thought of him suffering,
alone and scared. Edward said that Emmett had somehow connected with
the kid, and brought him back here. He refused to leave his side,
even for a moment. Emmett had found someone who was just as important
to him as Rosalie. I remembered the way Emmett's face had looked as
he turned to Carlisle for help. My question was, what were we going
to do with him?
"Edward? What's going to happen to the little
boy after he's better?" I asked Edward, who's arms were wrapped
around me on his bed now.
"We're not sure if he'll get better, darling. Even if he has food, he has severe injuries, internal bleeding."
"Does that mean you might have to change him?"
"I don't know, Bella. That's for Emmett to decide." I sighed. Poor baby, I thought once more.
"Edward?" I asked again.
"Yes,
lovely Bella?"
"That won't ever happen to our baby will it?"
I asked, my voice wavering emotionally.
"No sweetheart, never in a million years would I let that happen." He assured me, and as usual, his words comforted me. We laid down, just relaxing, and he rubbed slow circles on my belly. It felt nice, and I drifted to sleep in his arms, to the sound of him humming my lullaby in my ear. There was something different about it this time though, as though he had added to it, and I realized it wasn't just my lullaby anymore. It was mine and the baby's. He sang it for us.
EDWARD POV
At around four in the morning, I reluctantly left Bella alone to get some rest. My family and I were all gathered around Rose and Emmett's bed, where the child had spent the night. He had most of his color back, his face was a healthy, flushed pink, and his breathing was even.
"Emmett…make your choice now. He looks healthy enough, but if you don't change him, there's little chance he'll make it past 7…his internal bleeding damaged his liver." Said Carlisle calmly.
"I don't know Carlisle...I can't do it."
"You can Em, I saw it." Chirped Alice. Emmett took a deep breath, and made his choice. He had to do it. He gently shook the child awake, and stroked his soft baby hair, now clean and light brown after a bath last night.
"Hey buddy, how you doing today?" he asked tenderly.
"Good." Said the child, slowly and quietly, shrugging. He wouldn't speak to anyone but Emmett.
"How do you feel?" asked Emmett.
"It hurts." Said the kid, his eyes tearing up.
'Do you want it to go away, little buddy?" The child just nodded, his little face in a pout, on the verge of tears.
"I can make it go away." Emmett whispered, leaning towards the child. The child looked at Emmett confusedly, not understanding. "But first it's going too hurt lots more," Emmett told the child, heartbroken "You have to promise you'll hang in there?" The child nodded once more, trusting Emmett, wrapping his little arms around his neck, and squeezing him.
"Promise." He said. Emmett laid the child down on the bed, and stroked his hair once more, before whispering,
"I'm sorry…" and pressed his lips to the child's throat. His eyes grew hungry, as he pierced the soft skin. He brushed his teeth and lips over the boy's neck, making a long and straight gash. Then he swept his tongue across the wound, sealing the venom inside. I looked away, as I realized this was exactly what I would have to do to Bella when the time came. I saw in Alice's head a vision of this little child, beautiful and pale, and relief flooded my veins. He would be alright, Emmett could stop before he killed him. But then there was the problem of the Volturi, if ever they found out about the child, they would be furious. Immortal children were forbidden, of course. But if we could train him to be careful, and make sure he wasn't a threat, we could pull it off.
"Emmett…stop now." Said Carlisle quietly from the corner. Emmett pulled himself away from the boy's limp body, and stared at Alice.
"He'll be okay?" he asked her, worriedly.
"Yes, he'll be fine." She assured him, smiling her brightest smile. Emmett smiled a small smile back at her, but turned again to the boy, with a grimace.
"I'm sorry…" he whispered again, even though the child probably couldn't hear him.
"Em?" a voice called. Rosalie had spoken for the first time. "He doesn't have a name." She looked painfully down at her feet. "He needs a name, it's only fair." She whispered.
Emmett looked at his wife, and walked slowly in her direction. He put his arms around her, and hugged her close. He knew that Rosalie's greatest desire was to have a child, and now that was possible.
"Rose, you can name him. He's all yours. I don't think he had one when he was human either, I asked him and he said he didn't know." Said Emmett, stroking Rose's hair. Rosalie looked up at him, and smiled.
"Okay, his name is Ethan Emmett Cullen." She said slowly. "He looks like an Ethan, I think."
"Ethan it is!" yelled Emmett, happily. The boy, now Ethan, stirred on the bed. His little face was twisted with pain, he arched his back, breathing heavily. "It's happening…" whispered Emmett, immediately by Ethan's side. There was silence as we all watched, and then it was broken by a piercing scream. Ethan was writhing, his eyes closed and his mouth open, the high pitched wail echoed off the walls. I panicked. This would wake up Bella, and I didn't want her to hear this. Not yet, not until she had too. I shot Emmett an encouraging smile, and ran out of the room, and down the hall, into my bedroom.
Bella was stirring, her knees cradled to her chest. She looked like an angel with her long, silky brown hair fanning out against the pillow, and her slender form. My heart lurched as I saw her bump, as usual. I loved her so much, more than my own life, and now this baby as well, they were everything to me. I crawled into bed beside Bella, and hugged her to me. She sighed, sleepily recognizing my presence, and snuggled closer, hugging my chest. I gently placed my hand over the one ear that was exposed, muffling the sound of Ethan's painful screams.
AAWE! Emmett and Ethan Anyways, Read on to find out what happens next! Much more to come, Reviews needed!
