Hey my lovely readers! Ok, so after answering many of your questions on twitter and reading all your requests… I was intrigued by one that appeared to have a lot of success. So Emmett POV it is! I wanted to get this first Em chapter done for you guys as soon as possible… but I wasn't quite sure how to do it. After a couple of days of speculation I came to a conclusion on how to make this work.
Here it is! ENJOY! ;)
Emmett POV
I watched through the curtains covering the windows next to the front door, intrigued, as the boy walked away from my astounded daughter. He stumbled on the last step, a usual human action when nervous, I had noticed. Luna reached to her lips and lightly traced them with her fingers. It was obvious neither of them had planned for the night to end like this, and my daughter seemed too confused to make her lips move for a proper response to his goodbye.
Luna didn't seem to be able to take a couple of steps into the house either, so I leaned closer towards the entrance and turned the doorknob; waiting patiently on its sill, smiling. She stared at me, a questioning look on her face, she knew I had seen her and was waiting for me to confirm. I nodded and opened my arms to embrace her; she took a step forward and attempted to wrap herself around my larger torso, leaning her head on my chest. "My little girl is growing up," I whispered into her hair and began to guide her back inside.
I noticed Rose glaring at me from the corner of my eye, she was very angry. Especially at me, I could see, since I was "supporting", as Rose put it, Luna's reckless decisions. I didn't see why going out and having fun like other teenagers her age was such a crime. She wasn't part of this mess, not yet, anyway. I felt guilty every day for going through with this. Our Luna could have had a perfectly normal life if not for our selfishness. We'd decided to let her choose when to change, and as we had unfortunately predicted, she chose like her aunt once had. Eighteen was the age, and she refused to ever look older than any of us.
Though as I walked Luna upstairs to her room, I had a feeling that she would change her mind; something good, for she had just begun to live. However, I didn't blame her for wanting to make the change early. I couldn't imagine how frustrating it must be for her to have us as a family. How strange it must be to have a father that merely looked three years older than you. How terrible it would feel to have a mother that encouraged you to stay human but eventually forced you to change; and you'd agree just for the sake of not having to lose yourself and the few you love.
We reached the top step and I let go of my tight grasp around her. Silently, we paced into her bedroom. The cream colored walls were barely visible anymore, in their place was a carefully created collage that had been formed throughout my daughters' years. She had dragged it with her everywhere we moved; pictures of the views and towns we had lived in, images of her childhood, times we'd all spent together as a family, prizes, school awards, Christmas and birthday cards, ripped shreds of wrapping paper, and everything someone could possibly savor if ones life.
"Memories are too important," Luna murmured as she noticed me admiring her art piece. She was sitting at the foot of her large bed; red, black and intricately designed by Alice. She pushed off her shoes and stared at the beautiful photomontage. Next to it lay her first and only guitar she had ever owned and accepted to play; a musician like her mother since the age of seven. Her organized desk was placed right in front of the glass wall to the left, acknowledging the wet and green forest. Her laptop was still open on a word document for what I assumed was her next English project and her pens neatly stood inside a holder, patiently waiting to be used on the notebook lying next to her computer.
I sat on the edge of the mattress next to Luna, unnecessarily exhaling. "How are you?" I asked, I hadn't spoken to her the very least since we moved back to Forks. The fighting between Rose and her was only getting worse, and I couldn't help but blame myself for not doing anything about it.
"What do you mean?" Luna looked away, obviously knowing what I was really asking. She felt me looking down at her and sighed, "I'm fine, really." She attempted to convince me, but didn't succeed. She glanced up and met my worried eyes, "really," she repeated, this time barely a whisper. Luna's eyes gleamed with tears; it broke me apart to have my own daughter not trust me with the truth.
"Just know that I'll always be here for you, Luna. Whatever it is you need; as for someone to talk to or someone to listen, I'll be here." I spoke with assurance, "I'll talk to your mother about everything; about tonight and about the disagreement. But don't let this bring you down Luna," I tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "I love you," I kissed her cheek and walked to the door. Before leaving, I turned around and whispered, "Good night, Luna."
"She's sixteen, Rose! She's old and mature enough to make her own decisions; the right decisions. You have to let her be, let her have fun and hang out with people her own age, at least for the little time she's got left." I insisted. We had been at this discussion all night, and now as the sun rose higher over the horizon, our voices seemed to reach their peeks as well.
"But not decisions like this Emmett! This is too big for her, for any of us! It's a secret of too much depth; it's too grand for a girl of her age, or for any girl for that matter! I'm not saying our daughter isn't responsible enough to keep this secret—" Rosalie screeched but was interrupted by a voice we all very much recognized.
"Then what are you saying, mom?" Luna was standing at the tail of the staircase, keys in hand, backpack swung over her left shoulder. I felt Edward tense beside me, envying his ability to rummage through everyone's mind without consent, once again.
"Luna," I murmured, offering a hand; we hadn't meant for her to hear any of this. But she closed her eyes, holding off the tears, and walked through the door; leaving us all in regret like she had already, so many times before.
"This is your fault, Emmett. If you hadn't sided with her like you did last night, it wouldn't be as much of a disappointment when she realized the truth!" Rosalie yelled.
"My fault, Rose? Our daughter is disappointed because all that ever happens in this house are arguments! Don't you see?" I sighed, giving up. I was sickened by this, and for once I chose to run away from my problems instead of facing them. Because one thing was certain, I was tired of fighting.
Luna had taken my car like I had told her to a couple of nights before. I'd advised her to drive around with it so that I could take hers to the garage for a proper paint repair. Now that the only thing I wanted to do was get away from Rosalie and the fighting, I knew I'd have the perfect opportunity to take the car away; as an excuse for myself. It would probably take all day to fix everything, and even though I could run back home, that would be the last of my intentions.
I drove around aimlessly for a couple of hours and then pulled up at the towns' main garage, not wanting to go for help at the dogs place. He'd probably make some nasty joke about vampire driving; and even though we were all meant to 'get along' now that Nessie and Jacob were married, our despise towards each other would never fully fade.
"Emmett! How ya doin? Come for anotha checkup? Don't ya think it's a bit too early? Ya came two weeks ago! I'm sure ya'll are fine!" called Bill, the outcast and mechanic in Forks. It was really quite terrible how people treated him, just for being from outside and having a southern accent; people had become so prejudiced over the past hundred years.
"Nah Bill, my sister was in a small accident the other day. It needs an urgent paint job, I'd say. You free today, I mean I know it's Saturday." I smiled, closing the car door behind me and walking up closer to shake his hand.
"No worries, I'm all free. I need some distraction anyway." He chuckled, patting my back and then walked passed me to inspect the damage. Bill was chewing on a piece of gum, muffling his words a bit more as he looked back and forth over the front of the vehicle, "So your sister; she okay?"
"Yeah, Luna's fine. Just got a small cut on her forehead… needed stitches, but I think the car needs more help." I laughed, trying to sound more brotherly than like a father. It was hard sometimes, covering how much I really cared for Luna and remembering to sound more like a sibling.
"Ha! Indeed, sir. So, Imma need a couple of hours… I expect to be done at around six. You gonna take the bus back home?" he concluded, wiping his black stained hands on a towel in his pocket.
"Yeah, I'll take the bus home to the last stop and then walk from there. I've got some homework to finish up, and then I'll come back," I smiled. He was such a kind man; it was a shame that no one in this town appreciated the merit.
"Okay kiddo, I'll see you then. And give your father my kindest regards, nice man he is. Good luck with the homework," Bill winked and stepped inside the car, starting it and driving inside the garage. "See ya kid!" he waved and disappeared into the depths of his shack.
I looked around to check for any passing watchers; nobody. I took a step back and then zoomed into the forest nearby, getting ready for the hype of a hefty hunt. I took everything greedily, all animals I passed by, any one of them that got in my way. Anger and an animalistic drive took over me. I barely felt like myself as I took in all my surroundings. I'd twitch at every sound and attack at all scents. Blood stained the trees and ground in the forest and I could feel every nerve in my body hit each muscle. Beast, no longer human; and only one reasonable thought lingered in my mind: "stay away from all human civilization."
I was just about to feast on a close stag when a smell reached me strongly, throwing me back. The smoke hit me as if it had an arm to punch with of its own. Fire. It was so close; and in a mere second, something inside me snapped and I completely forgot about the lucky stag that had miraculously been saved by a simple coincidence. I was running toward the smoke and before long I could see it; deep wild fire cracking the wood, snapping all that came close enough, killing any last piece of dignity left in each object… each memory. It soared beautifully; with a grace and elegance that was both terrifying to watch and amazing to see… I was reminded of myself and how our species was so dangerous and petrifying. She had no mercy, she didn't care, she engulfed it all and left nothing behind… but the fiery red wasn't the only being nearby.
Three young men were there; they were the cause. I could smell the stain of gasoline on their hands… they were pushing each other playfully, laughing, while walking away from the scene. A high pitched scream rang into my ears, breaking me from my anger. There was someone inside… how the hell had I not noticed before?
I dashed into the building, all my senses switching to a stronger mode. There was blood in the building, a blood that reached me so well. I could nearly feel the taste of it in my mouth as the venom pooled inside me. But there was only one heartbeat now, male… but the scream had surely been a woman. I heard a dry, hysterical cough; it was almost too late. I knew the owner of the screech was dead and it was too late, but if I had the chance I'd save whoever was left, I would. I uncomfortably moved around the crumbling house, afraid of the fire myself, and approached the victim from behind.
He was lying on the floor, crawling on his hands and knees almost unconsciously; he had no chance of survival if I hadn't been here. I picked him up carefully, his body now limp, and swallowed the venom… avoiding the temptation that still, hundreds of years after my state, lingered.
I ran outside and hurriedly placed the boy on the floor, looking around and hoping nobody had seen me. I sighed in thank of my luck and then took one last look at the unconscious body that lay at my feet. I was just about to run back into the forest before the fire department showed up to clear the flames, when I recognized who I had saved. I gasped in realization that the boy who was given a second chance to live wasn't just a boy… but Sage, the boy who'd kissed my daughter just a couple hours earlier.
PUN, PUN, PUN! What will happen? Will Sage live? Will Sage die? Will Emmett tell Luna what happened? Who's the woman inside the building? Who started the fire? And why did they?
Tell me what you think! What are you predictions and what do you hope WON'T happen? R&R! I'm thinking on giving a short preview of the next chapter to all who comment (starting chapter 9)… what do you think?
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