Revolutionary-- (Note: I now realize- now that you've all pointed it out to me- that of course a needle couldn't peirce her skin. And man do I feel stupid. -.-)
I continued to stare at Emma with uncharacteristic shock clear on my face. The Cullens looked at me in confusion- they had not been able to make out the almost inaudiblely uttered words. Emma turned her head to the side innocently, curiously, but I ignored it. He did this. It was him. I closed my eyes, and cupped my face in both of my hands, then removed them, to reveal an expressionless face once again. I had to ask if I had heard her correctly, though I knew I, without doubt, had.
"Is that true?" I asked in a gentle whisper, my eyes boring into Emma's, my face hard, forcing her to tell the truth. She nodded once in confirmation of my fear. I almost laughed at the irony in this situation. But I didn't. Because I was terrified, no matter if I didn't show it.
"Is what true?" A voice demanded. I converted my gaze from Emma to the Cullens, Edward, who had spoken in that demanding voice, more specifically. I thought of which parts I should tell them. The part of her being a half vampire, or all of it. No, of course not all of it. I still couldn't fully trust these people. I didn't have trust anymore.
"She said," I said, appearing unnaturally calm due to my situation-- due to the screams of fear in my mind. "That she was a Half-Vampire. And I've told you, if you don't want to die, to not demand from me or address me oh so rudely. I only gave you an answer for I felt it was right. Next time I might ignore you." I finished simply. Emma looked up at me, smiling softly, but curiously. I didn't have to be a mind reader to know that she was wondering the seriousness of the threat I had just said. I was angered by looking at her- she should be an old lady now. Not a little child who was telling me she was an unexisting Half-Vampire and is obviously cursed already to this life of immortality.
Everyone, except Emma, was looking at me in evident shock. Carlisle cleared his throat, and in a rather unbelieving tone he stated the obvious. "Half Vampires are inexistant. When we are bitten, we immediatley turn into... vampires."
"I only repeated," I said testily, "What she told me. If you have a problem with" I glanced at Emma, "Her words, then don't take it up with me, but her." Carlisle didn't say anything to that, but his eyebrows furrowed, and he turned to Emma expectantly, who stayed silent, clutching onto my cloak. I glanced at her warily.
"Fine, then, how did you become a 'Half Vampire'!?" Edward snapped at her, eyes narrowed, teeth clenched, fist balled so much that his hands were no longer pale but white. I arched my eyebrow at the tone he had just used on a innocent--looking- six year old. Emma looked up at me in a frightened manner, and I simply nodded, forcing my expression to soften so that she knew I wished for her to continue.
"W-well, big brother used a knife to make a s-small cut on my neck, and one on his finger. Then he pressed it to my n-neck, and it started hurting r-really bad... then I fell asleep for a da-day, and whe-when I wok-woke up my eyes w-were this color and my th-throat burned. There was a baby rabbit in a cage i-in the corner of the ro-room, and I... I..." A few tears now spilled down her face. "Eated him!" Ate, I corrected in my head, frowning at the now crying Emma.
"And you can cry, but are... immortal? What abilities do you have?" Carlisle asked curiously, seeming to believe her a bit... but only that much- a bit. Emma furiously wiped the tears from her eyes, and forced a small smile.
"Well... I have to hunt for animals- b-but much less then rea-real vampires. And I don't s-smell like a vampire-- I smell human. I ha-have strength, speed, and good smell. My hearing is only h-half of yours... I look the s-same, though- like I am human. B-but I am immortal... A-actually, I'm not, really... every hundred years, my body ages one. S-so in f-fifty years, I'll be seven. Oh... a-and I have a v-vampire special a-ability... I ca-can shift shapes...to any-anyone, by touchin-touching them once..." She explained in a soft voice that only the trained ears of a vampire could hear. Carlisle nodded, still seemingly suspicious.
"Can you... deminstrate, perhaps?" Rosalie sneered at her 'fathers' question, but everyone else waited patiently. Emma nervously nodded and looked at me, touching my hand, with a concentrated look on her face. She began to glow a light neon green, and suddenly I wasn't staring at Emma's neon green enveloped body, but myself, smiling beautifully, brightly. A smile that I would never be capable of smiling again.
The Cullens looked at the fake me in shock, some of there jaws handing open freely, gaping. I turned to them and raised a fine eyebrow, the only expression they would get out of the real me. They all blinked a few times, before Alice's face broke from shock into a wide, friendly smile.
"Wow, wow, wow! That is sooo great! Man, I wish I could do that!" She momentarily looked disappointed, but the look disappeared before it came. "It is so awesome, though! I can only look into the future! And you can change into me!" She shrieked in joy. Emma blinked a few times at the overly cheerful, pixie-like girl, before a light smile broke out on her face, her face currently being mine.
"U-um..." A blush formed on her/my cheeks. "Thank you... umm... p-person." She blushed more at the last part, not knowing Alice's name. Alice smiled at her, and calmly said,
"My name's Alice Cullen, and-" She pointed to Jasper. "-that is my boyfriend, Jasper Hale. This-" She pointed to Carlisle, "Is my dad, Dr. Cullen, but we call him Carlisle. And you-" She pointed to Emme, "Have to live with us!" She turned a pleading eye to Carlisle. "Please, dad, she is soo cute! I can take her shopping! And we can play evil pranks on Jazz together!"
I rolled my eyes, which luckily went unnoticed, at Alice's antics, briefly feeling sorry not for myself, but for Emma, who was being captured by Alice's glowing radiance. Emma looked almost scared, and yet happy, to see the sparkling vampire.
"Alice, we just gave Bella the last room in your wing... and...unless..." He looked at Alice, "There is actually one more guest room... but it doesn't have a balcony or as good as a view as the others."
"That's fine!" Emma jumped in, and then immediately blushed at the eyes that turned to her. "I-I mean... if th-that's o-okay." I was sick of her stuttering. It was rather annoying. And I didn't put up with things I didn't like. So I addressed it.
"Emilia, I don't think your mother would like that your being so shy." I told her. Emma's face fell. She hated when I talked of her dead mother and compared her to what she would have wanted, but no matter how much she hated me doing it, she always listened when I did. "I doubt she would have wanted you to stutter every other minute. You know how compassionate, firm, and forward she was. She'd be disappointed." I scowled her as if she was a child-- she clearly wasn't, she was older then fifty-six, after all. But she still acted like a shy little girl.
"Yes... Bella..." She said obidently, nodding but frowning. I almost felt sorry I had said anything. Almost. But I had gotten what I wanted. And no matter how spoiled or vain it may seem, I get what I want. And I don't want anyone to know my name or anything about me. Which now brings me to the problem of Emma and Carlisle. They both know perfectly who I am. And so now not only one, but two will have to die.
