Even though Elisabette had forcefully denied Carlisle's hospitality, Garrett insisted they stay. The elder vampire had never wanted to kill another immortal so badly in her lifetime. So they stayed. Carlisle and his family owned a large house in rural New Hampshire, one of many houses, according to tiny Alice. The fairy-esque girl raved about things Lissa had never really cared about: shopping, fashion, and decor. She listened, out of politeness, really. Elisabette understood the anger that came with not being listened to. It stuck with her everyday.

Alice introduced Elisabette to Jasper, who spoke with a Texas drawl, and the two reminisced about the Civil War. She talked to Rosalie, who she felt she most related to. Being unwilling to participate in immortality, only to have to see the future you dreaded, Elisabette and Rosalie understood each other. Esme was kind, as much as Lissa hated to admit it. She cared for the clan as if they were her own children, and she felt they were.

Edward was a different, unique story. He seemed discontent with his status as an immortal. While Rosalie despised the emotional turmoil that came with having to abruptly leave your family and the physical effects it had on the reproductive system, Edward hated it all. He considered himself a monster, and he didn't let anyone else forget it. His deep red eyes held an ever present anger in them, like he wished he had just died.

"You'll meet someone one day, and you'll forget about all the bad. I promise." Lissa assured him, even if she wasn't quite sure about her words.

"So that's worked for you, then?" So Edward wasn't just depressed, he was also an asshole.

"I-"

Emmett interrupted then, "-She was just waiting for someone like you, buddy!" Elisabette scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"I was not! I just...I don't see any bad, so I don't need anyone!" She pointed an aggressive finger in his face. This time, Emmett scoffed. Both of them huffed and turned away from each other, like small children do.

"What about you, huh, Emmett? Why haven't you found anyone? Can they just not see past your personality?" Elisabette barely knew this man, and here she was, making fun of him.

"And give up this sweet bachelor lifestyle? Yeah, no thanks!"

"Oh, the one where you live with your parents?" Lissa crossed her arms across her chest, an almost warning.

Garret entered the conversation, "You two fight like an old married couple! It's rather sweet."

Emmett and Elisabette spoke at the same time, "Gross!"

After about a week, Elisabette had grown tired of bickering with Emmett. She wanted this so-called "feud" to end, before it really began. Once she knocked on the door, he was quick to answer, as he probably heard her coming. He opened the door only slightly, and after seeing it was Lissa, he opened it all the way. Elisabette had been rendered speechless few times in her life. This was one. Emmett stood in the doorway, shirt off, muscles completely on display. The only other immortal Elisabette could think of who looked like Emmett did, was Felix. But even Felix wasn't this attractive.

"Can I help you?" He was smirking, which made Elisabette mad.

"Um, y-yeah. I wanted to say that I'm sorry. For being mean to you. You did make my life a living hell for a bit though," Elisabette said with a small giggle.

"Living hell, huh? You ain't seen nothin' yet, babe." He winked at her, then closed the door, leaving Lissa with a gaping mouth. From inside his room, he yelled, "Close your mouth, doll!"

Elisabette hated Emmett Cullen.

The next week, Garrett and she took off. Lissa had told Garrett the story ten times at least.

"Can you believe him?! 'Babe' and 'doll' as if I would ever be with a man like Emmett Cullen!" They were in the woods, and Garrett was getting rather tired of hearing about it.

"Uh huh," he said, as if he'd been listening. He was not.

"I hope he knows that I'll make his life a living hell before he even touches mine!"

"Yep," he said, as if he cared. He did not.

On some level, Elisabette knew that her light haired friend didn't care about her problems with the Cullen brute. Her sheer anger at the situation caused the switch that controlled the rational part of her brain to flip to "off". She hoped she would never see Emmett ever again, but something told her she'd see him anyway. That's just how Elisabette's life worked, if she willed something, the opposite would happen. Maybe that was her gift, she mused, though she was anything but humored. Perhaps her gut feeling was wrong, and she would never see the Cullen "family" again, but probably not.