~~~~~Chapter 8: Reconciliation~~~~~
I've decided to extend the story a little bit, so after this I will have another chapter. Thank you all for reading.
Emmett's POV:
I was laying in bed watching How I Met Your Mother when I heard another vampire coming down the hall. I strode to the door and smelled the air. It smelled like Bella, and another very strong, very sweet blood. I turned the TV back on and relaxed on the bed. Nothing to be worried about. I heard Bella insert the key into the room and slowly open the door. The scent was stronger as she got closer to me, and it felt almost like there was a human coming in with her, but I only heard one set of footsteps. I glared at the TV, laughing heartily, pretending to be interested, as Bella got closer.
She stood at the foot of the bed; her short white tank dress was covered in blood, as was most of the rest of her body. She was shaking uncontrollably, something that I had never seen another vampire do. I scanned her body up and down, the blood seemed to pool in the middle of her dress, not splattered everywhere along her body as if she killed the human.
I never really looked at Bella. Actually looked at her. I always thought of her as off limits, even to look at, because she was married to my little brother. She really was very beautiful. She had long slender legs, and a small waist. Her arms were shapely, but not too bulky and she had a pronounced collarbone. I had dreamed about her neck sometimes when she was still human. They were, of course, all daydreams since I can't sleep, but her neck was so long and slender. I let my eyes slowly wander up her neck and past her jaw line, to her cheeks, and her cute little nose.
I prepared myself before I looked her in her eyes. I knew that she didn't have the same big brown eyes that she did as a human, but she had the same golden eyes that we all did. When our eyes met, I gasped. Her eyes were darkening as I looked into them, but they weren't a dark gold, they were a dark red. The outsides of her irises were a deep crimson, almost a black and as they got closer to her pupil they became a lighter shade of blood red.
I tried to take it all in. I had always hated those with red eyes, but just as she was when Edward first turned her, Bella was stunning with red eyes.
"What did you do?" I stammered, finding it hard to face the fact that Bella, this beautiful creature standing in front of me, had taken a human life.
"I didn't kill her, I swear. She's just in the hospital. They're giving her a blood transfusion"
"Bella, it's—" I tried to console her, but she cut me off.
"How bad are my eyes, they are probably bright red by now. Carlisle is going to be so mad. Will the family disown me? I can't believe I did this, how stupid of me? How reckless? I couldn't help it, it was like her blood was singing to me, thrumming like a drum behind the vein in her neck. I just had to drink her."
I got up and slowly walked to the foot of the bed, putting my hands on her shoulders. She was shorter than me, but she was so petite. I felt this insistent urge to protect her, to hold her and tell her everything would be ok. Rose never needed that side of me, she was too strong, and she could help herself she would tell me, even if we were having a crisis.
"Bella, it's ok. I killed my singer. Carlisle will forgive you. I know you aren't a newborn, but she's alive isn't she?"
"I guess" she mumbled, like a child that was being told it was ok to do something that was bad.
I pulled her close to me. I felt the sticky blood leak onto my shirt. She was sobbing and I felt her chest heave as it pressed against mine.
" Let's get you washed up," I whispered to her.
I led her into the bathroom and turned the shower on to as hot as it could be. She would need hot water to fully get the blood smell out of her skin. She turned around, facing the shower and I unzipped her dress. I slipped each strap off of her shoulder, and let the dress cascade down over her onto the floor. She kicked it off into a heap next to the toilet. She turned around and stood there awkwardly for a minute.
She was wearing beautiful French lingerie that accentuated her body perfectly. She really had an amazing figure, now that the dress wasn't there to cover it up. Her stomach was toned perfectly and her waist was in perfect proportion to her body. She must have worked out when she was human.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, and hugged me.
"Thank you for everything" she whispered into my ear
"I will let you wash up, I'll be waiting in the room if you need anything."
As I closed the door behind me, I couldn't help but imagine her standing there wearing nothing but her underwear. I had to get the image out of my head; she was my brother's widow.
But I couldn't help it, the thought of her and her piercing red eyes and her body burned in the back of my mind. I sat on the bed and turned the TV back on. It would be hard to concentrate, but what better than stupid human comedy to help put out the fire that was burning in my mind right now?
