Chapter Thirteen
Emm POV.
Demetri was off hunting… I stayed in the room. I refused to murder one more human. It was considered weak among vampires. I tried hunting animals but it was horrifying. But no matter, I would find a way. There was a knock on the door. Weird, Demetri usually takes longer than this... I open the door slowly. It was Quinn. I tried to slam the door in his face, failing miserably. I felt sick. "Get out, Quinn" I hissed, clutching my stomach. "Emmie, what's the matter?" He whispered. "Get out" I yelled, rushing to the bathroom. I locked it behind me. I started vomiting blood in the toilet. "Emmie" he said, louder. I couldn't answer him. I heard the door open. Demetri was back.
Demetri POV.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. "Kill me later, right now you have to help Emmie." I let go of him and turned my head to the restroom door. "Emm, cherie" she didn't answer but I could hear vomiting. "What did you do to her?" I growled. "Demetri" she whispered. "Open the door, cherie." She was hesitating. "Emm" I heard the click and pushed the door a little. She was kneeling on the floor, blood dripping down her lips. "I'm taking you to Carlisle, Emm. Now" I told her. I looked at Quinn. "Go back to Volterra, Quinn. We'll contact you there once we reach there." Quinn looked at me incredulously. "I promise we'll contact you. Just go," I said, louder. I picked up Emm carefully, grabbing our bags. I signed us out of our room and rushed to Forks.
We arrived hours later, due to no stops. I knocked on the door, nothing. No one was home. I swore under my breath, watching Emmelie. Her breathing stopped but she wasn't dead, she couldn't be dead… I would know if she was, right? I watched as this petite woman was walking up to the house. She looked up, horrified. I realized she was Esme Cullen, Emmelie's grandmother. She dropped her car keys, her hands covering her mouth. "Please, help Emmelie. She's sick," I whispered. She grabbed her cell phone, dialing a number. "C-carlisle" she stuttered. "It's Demetri, he's here. And he has Emmelie… She looks… dead" she whispered. There was silence and frantic yelling but eventually she hung up. She quickly rushed to the door, unlocking it. I put Emmelie on the couch at first but she told me to bring her upstairs. I did as I was told silently and swiftly. I placed her on the bed. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. "What's the matter, Emm?" I whispered. She closed it and didn't try to speak again. Esme came in the room and took Emmelie's hand in hers. "Her skin, it's colder than it should be." I felt like an idiot, how could I not have noticed that when I was holding her for hours? I heard a car and Esme turned her head to the door. Carlisle was here.
Emm POV.
Esme, my grandmother squeezed my hand. I squeezed back weakly. She looked like she was going to cry. I wanted to assure her that I was fine but I couldn't speak. I patted her hand. "Oh, Emmelie" she cried, clutching onto me. Grandfather looked at me with intense eyes at first. He walked up to me and stood by the bed. "Open your mouth, Emmelie" he told me. I did and he smelt me. "When was the last time you fed?" he asked. I opened my mouth to speak, yet again no sound came out. "She can't answer you, Carlisle" Demetri said. "I don't know when the last time she fed was. She refuses to hunt with me. Every time she would tell me she wasn't thirsty..." he trailed off. "She's been hunting animals" Carlisle told him. I shut my eyes. "She has a… bad reaction to animal blood. It makes her weaker, physically. I've never seen this happen before" he said, looking at me now. I opened my eyes. "Why didn't you tell me, Emm?" Demetri whispered. "Is she going to…" grandmother trailed off. "No, she won't die if she gets human blood soon" Carlisle concluded. I shook my head. "You'll die, Emm" Demetri whispered. "If you die, I don't know what I would do. Please, Emm" he pleaded. "I have blood here, Emmelie" Carlisle said. Esme got up and left. When she came back, she had a cup. I could smell the blood in it. O positive. She put it to my lips. "No" I said, my voice hoarse. "Emmelie" Carlisle said sternly. I reluctantly took a sip, enough to speak clearer. "I lost it" I blurted out. They looked at me curiously. "My telepathy. I lost it" I whispered. "You don't know that it's gone Emm. It could be just hibernating, for now" Demetri replied. I lost it weeks ago but I thought it was just for a while but it's really gone now. I'm no longer Emmelie Cullen. I heard the door close downstairs and knew that they were home.
Edward POV.
"Emmelie's here" I told Rosalie and Emmett. They looked at me with confusion. "I'm not kidding, look for yourself, I said. They ran upstairs, we all did. Running into each other actually. But the moment Emmett saw Demetri. He grabbed him by the collar immediately. "What did you do to Emmelie?" he yelled. "Emmett" I said calmly. "Emmett, Demetri didn't do this." He didn't stop, though. "Daddy" Emmelie said. "It's not Demetri's fault. Let him go, okay?" she said, pouting. I chuckled at her expression. She glared at me. "It's in there somewhere, Emm. I promise," I told her. Emmett let go of Demetri, still glaring at him. "I guess now is a good time to tell you" Emmelie said, sitting up. "Demetri and I are getting married" she said, smiling now.