I started my search by looking on the internet for this brother. I didn't know what I was expecting but this definitely was not it. Google definitely did not let me down today. I scrolled through the different articles, and the different pages to find one article from 1918. I felt something inside of me that I have never felt before, and with my vampire thinking it came up with the emotion. Hope. Why on earth would I be feeling this? I clicked on the article and was shocked by what I found.
It was a bear attack, but with no body the officials on the case were not sure what actually happened.
There was no evidence that it was Emmett McCarty; however, the last person to see him alive –his father- claimed that he was going hunting to gather some food for his sisters impeding arrival. I was shocked at that information, it was because I –my human self- was coming to visit that he felt the need to put his life in danger. I don't remember him, but I did feel extremely bad for this guy, and for my human self. What she must have gone through knowing that she caused his death.
I grabbed the journal to read some more of it.
June 3, 1919
Dear my future self,
It's been a hard couple of days for me. I am so very sorry for my last letter, I am just starting to become very desperate.
It's been a few months since I witnessed my husband kill my children and my mother over something as trivial as money. And yet, I feel absolutely guilty about it. You see Emmett has begged me to leave my husband. That is the whole reason why my mother had come to live with us. You see, Frank had gotten very physical.
'It's not good for your children' he would always tell me. Every time we wrote back and forth to each other there would be a mention of my marriage in one of the letters. And honestly, this type of relationship is very common, every single one of my friends are treated like this. Charlie and Renee are/were very different than most couples.
I feel guilty because he was right, but mostly I am glad that he is not here to see that the destruction that I have caused by not leaving him.
This is my fault.
-Bella
My human self was very deep. I took a deep breath and took a look around my California style home. It was very colorful and very much me.
I got off the coach and flitted up the stairs.
'I should only take one book bag.' I thought to myself.
'I am not sure how long of an adventure this will be, but I can just grab food on the way.' I told myself as I stuffed wads of cash in my pack along with my family mementos.
'Just because I do not remember them does not mean they need to be forgotten.' I told myself with a little nod of my head.
I went to the mirror and looked at my reflection. My hair was in a forever curly fashionable state. My golden eyes brought out my pitch black hair. I looked at my outfit –a simple dress- and decided that I needed to change. I looked through my closet and decided on black jeans, a lacey royal blue short-sleeved shirt, and a leather criss crossed jacket. And to top it all off I decided to wear my favorite pair of boots. A pair of fashionable combat boots. There was a five inch heel with straps and buckles everywhere. I have had these boots for the last few years and I loved them.
I decided that my outfit was correct and walked out of the living room to grab the journals and the scrapbooks. As I picked up the journals, a picture fell out face-down. As I bent down to pick it up I saw the writing:
'My dearest brother, Emmett.'
Peter POV
'Shit. Somethings going on.' I had seizures as a human, and I remember they are very un-pleasant. And as an adult, my gift makes me feel as if I am having attacks again. However it feels different for different people. And this one is specifically for Isabella.
"Charlotte, I just got a bad feeling from Bella. Do you think it is finally time?" I looked at my wife and noticed the facial expression she was making -as if she had a bad problem that needed to be fixed- then she smiled.
"I think it's about high time they meet. Don't ya suga?" I looked at my wife and nodded.
"Don't ya think we should give them a warning?" and as my wife smiled I knew what she was thinking.
'They'll be fine, sweetie.'
