Hey everyone! I know it`s been a few days, but I`m back! This is the longest chapter so far, and I really like this one. Another flashback though, so I hope you like it!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight or Vampire Diaries. If I did Jasper would be my sexy slave and Damon would never wear a shirt (or clothes for that matter xD) Character belong to L.J. Smith and Stephenie Meyer, by the plot is mine to play with.

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Gatlinburg, Tennessee - 1935

A beautiful, young girl walked quietly along Mountain Street. Her clothes were new and her hair was pulled into a loose bun. The sun had just set making the town go dark with a pink hue on the low horizon. Street lamps were being lit and people were rushing to get home. To them, the night screamed danger. Others however, were escaping from their homes, their wives, their children, into the way a "night owl" really would. The local pub. Always open on a Friday evening.

The girl walked on, pushing the heavy pub door open. She was assaulted by the smell of urine, vomit, and beer. She sighed, men.She quickly made her way inside toward the bar. She sat on one of the rusty stools, glancing around the interior. Men and women littered the tables and bar. Some men were handsome, while others needed some help in the hygiene department. Beer glasses were being clanked together in toasts, loud laughter came from every table, and women desperately tried to get any males attention. What a pity some people are, she thought.

She turned around to rest her hands upon the bar top. For a dirty place like this, the bar top was surprising clean. Someone must actually want it to last longer then the building itself. She was greeted by the bar tender who offered her a drink. She declined, saying she was only meeting a friend and then leaving. But the truth was, she had yet to meet a "friend" who she would be leaving with. Tonight, she was on the hunt. Not for dinner. Okay maybe a quick bite, but she needed someone worthy enough in her eyes to join her experimental family. And as she scanned the bar, she found just the person she was looking for.

He was built, not overweight, just muscular, like he does a lot of heavy lifting. He towered over everyone around him, making him to be at least 6`5``. His dark brown, almost black, curly hair made his bright blue eyes stand out from his tan complexion. His smile was contagious, and made his deep dimples noticeable to everyone. He was clean shaven making him look almost childish. He could not be more then 20 years old. She could hear his heavy laughter from across the room. He held a beer in one hand and slapped a man beside him on the back with another, laughing about something. You could tell they were brothers from the similar face structure that lay beneath their skin.

It seemed as if he were hunting through the crowd as well, as he swept his eyes from one wall to another. That was the moment that her obvious staring had been noticed by him. He smirked to her, but was not expecting the smirk he received back. He quickly whispered to the man beside him before making his way over to her. Their eyes never losing connection. He took the empty stool next to her, spinning so he was facing her. She could see and feel the confidence radiating from his body. She did not turn to face him though, but rather stayed facing the crowd, ignoring the man beside her. She was waiting for him to make the first move. And he did, not surprising her at all.

"What is a beautiful woman like you doing in a place like this?" His smooth voice flowed through her ears, almost making her shudder in her seat. This man screamed sex.

"I am waiting for a friend," she answered back, not bothering to look at him yet.

"Well," he leaned toward her, whispering in her ear, "can I be your friend?"

She looked at him from the corner of her eye, smirking as she said, "it depends. Do you have a name, friend?"

"Emmett," he said confidently, "Emmett McCarty"

She turned to him and said, "Well, Emmett McCarty, has anyone ever told you, you are to cocky for your own good."

"Oh sweet thing, you have no idea."

"Uh huh," she said trying to be bored. They truth was, talking was getting them no where. She already knew everything about him. She had watched him, followed him, a true vampire stalking her prey. She had dug deep into his past, trying to learn everything about him, as much as she possible could.

Emmett Dale McCarty was born in 1915 and grew up in the small town of Gatlinburg, Tennessee, as part of a large Scotch-Irish family. He is considered, in her opinion, a wild adolescence, never one to worry about consequences and preferring to gamble, drink, and womanize. However, he was a loving child of his family who always kept them supplied with game. He worked on the railroad with his older brothers in Gatlinburg, while his younger sister would help their mother with housework. He is naturally cheerful, loves to laugh and make jokes and never hesitates to speak his mind. He also appears to be thoughtless, impatient, reckless, makes to many rash decisions, but also optimistic and never worries about things beyond his control. He was the perfect person to add to, brighten the family up, so to speak.

"Do you have a name beautiful?"

She decided to play hard to get, "I do but not one that is worthy for your ears, handsome."

Of course the only thing in that sentence was, "so you think I`m handsome." A statement, not a question.

"Slightly."

"I can handle that. So where is that friend you were talking about?"

"Oh, they are not coming now."

"And why is that?"

"Because I already have you," she smirked.

"Well I am certainly flattered, … what did you say your name was again?"

"I didn`t. But nice try."

"That`s all I can do. Maybe I'll see you around." He moved to walk away, but was stopped when she spoke.

"Aria."

"What was that?"

She rolled her eyes. "My name. It`s Aria."

"Got a last name, Aria?" Her name coming off his lips was like angels singing from heaven. She may just decide to keep him to herself if he keeps this up.

"Mikaelson."

"Hmmmm, I don`t know anyone around him by that name."

"I`m just passing through. It`s a nice little town you got here."

"Eh, it`s not to bad. The biggest cities up north are a lot more … entertaining."

"Uh huh, I`m sure they are."

"Maybe you want to get out of here? It`s getting kind of rowdy in here." But, the truth was it was just the opposite.

"Desperate for my attention I see."

"Now who's the cocky one?"

"Touché, handsome."

Emmett offered Aria his hand, which she gladly took, and led her out of the pub. He pushed the heavy door open like it weighed nothing to him, and they stepped out into the now chilly air. A light breeze could be felt gliding across their skin. The moon was high in the dark, starry sky. Full moon, how appropriate. Dark clouds could be seen in the distance.

"Looks like it might storm tonight," Emmett said, stating what she could already sense.

"I hope it does. I love the rain. It`s refreshing."

"Most women would shy away from rain," and then in a girly voice said, "Oh my! My hair! Ugh! My clothes!" His deep laughter and childish behavior causing her to laugh with him. "But not you. Why is that?"

"I`m not like most girls. I`m … original." The second meaning being lost to him.

"You sure are." He smiled and looked down to the beautiful woman beside him. He squeezed their hands, noticing how soft and tiny hers looked compared to his. She didn't know why she was still holding his hand. It just felt right. It made her long for love again. She glanced back up at him and smiled. Not a fake smile that she gives everyone else. A real genuine smile. And it scared her to no end.

They continued to walk down the street at a slow, steady pace. They did not talk, the silence being comfortable for them. It seems like their presence was enough for each other, like they were both trying to escape from reality. The silence did not last long though, as it had started to rain. They seemed not to notice. Aria began to laugh as she looked at Emmett, pulling him into the middle of the street. She began to dance around, spinning in a circle, laughing. Her hair fell from its up-do, flying all around her, some of it sticking to her face. Emmett joined her, laughing as he watched her enjoy herself in the rain.

They soon stopped to catch their breath, both facing each other. Aria was not expecting the intense stare he was giving her, or the fact that his smile fell and his laughter stopped as quickly as it had started. She was becoming increasingly worried.

"What's wrong?" she asked him.

His eyebrows pulled close together, like he was thinking incredible hard for a response, but never came up with one. He moved forward until they were standing chest to chest, matching each others heavy breaths. Aria`s eyelids dropped half closed as she looked up to him through her eyelashes. He slowly raised his hand to gently brush his fingertips across her face, removing any hair that was lingering there. The rain still fell heavy from the skies, drenching them both, water running down both of them.

Aria knew it was going to happen before he even started to lean down. His lips were soft against hers, they ghosted across hers in the most tender of ways. He was gentle, and that surprised her. She expected him to be demanding and rough, but he was kind and loving. A kiss can tell a lot about a person, she had learned that over many years. His arms snaked around her, as hers rose to wrap around his neck, allowing no space between them. He deepened the kiss, and she begged for more. More of his touch. More of his laugh. More of him. She knew it was wrong, but it felt so right.

As soon as those thoughts went through her head, she pulled back and looked into his eyes. They were still closed, he was trying to catch his breath. His chest heaved against hers. She could hear his heart beating at a fast pace. His eyes opened suddenly, bright blue staring into deep brown. Normally, she would feel uncomfortable and look away, but she didn`t. And she knew that would never happened again. It didn`t happen in the past and she was positive it wouldn't happen in the future. But never say never.

"Come on," she said, pulling him along in the rain, "let`s keep walking. I have not seen the rest of your town."

"It`s all the same." She felt like he was avoiding her now, his tone tense.

"If you are going to be an ass then leave me alone. I`ll go explore on my own."

"On a Friday night, by yourself! Hell no you`re not! Do you want to be attacked?" She was surprised by his concern for her welfare.

"I can take care of myself, thank you very much!" Her annoyance was evident in her voice.

"Like hell you can. Little ass woman walking the streets by herself."

"Do not test me. I can, and have, done worse things then you ever will."

"And yet I don't believe you."

They were walking down a side alley, he was leading her somewhere, she just wasn't sure where. This was the perfect opportunity for her. The best timing at least.

She quickly, at vampire speed, grabbed his neck and forced him into the nearest wall, lifting him off the ground. He coughed and grabbed at her hands, trying to release himself. His fear was obvious as he stared at her face. Her eyes were black, her veins prominent through her skin, and her fangs showing as she smiled at him, tilting her head to the side.

"Like I said, I can take care of myself."

"What are you?" he tried to gasp out.

"A vampire, silly. Never seen one before?"

"You`re a monster!"

"I try to be. It`s in my nature, and it will soon be in yours."

"What are you talking about?"

Her pupils dilated. "You are going to go camping. Alone. You will not set up camp, just keep wondering until you find a bear. Provoke it until it attacks you. She will find you and save you, so do not have any fear. Be brave."

"I`ll be brave."

"Good. All you remember is that you went out tonight to the pub. You had fun, had a few to drink. You met a beautiful girl and, well, you know the rest," she smirked. "You won't remember me. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I understand."

"Excellent. Now leave, try to pass the time. Then go home and rest." She released him gently. He turned and walked calmly down the alley.

Aria`s plan was coming together nicely. She had a father figure in Carlisle. A younger brother in Edward, which had worked out wonderfully with the influenza epidemic. All she had to do was forge a few documents and lead Carlisle straight to his hospital bed. Esme was easy to get. A few ounces of poison in a baby bottle solved that problem, and then a few choice words, with compulsion did the rest. Something along the lines of, "jump off a cliff and claim that the dead of your child was to bunch to bare." Carlisle just "happened to accidentally" be at the hospital morgue she was taken too. Beautifully planned if she did say so herself. And lastly, Rosalie was the annoying sister of the group, always causing trouble and drama. And now Emmett would be a nice addition. He would break the despair and depression that seemed to be there.

Oh yes, things were going perfectly.