Here's a third chapter! Thank you so much for your kind words and reviews! I LOVE hearing your thoughts and appreciate your time sharing them with me.

I will be out of town for a week so I wanted to get as much out as possible for you to read through and I promise to update more as I return!

This chapter is in Emmett's perspective, so it was fun to write all wild and whatnot!

Thank you so much for reading! Enjoy!

How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful

And meanwhile a man was falling from space
And every day I wore your face
Like an atmosphere around me
The satellite beside me
And meanwhile a man was falling from space
As he hit the earth I left this place
Let the atmosphere surround me
The satellite beside me

What are we gonna do?
We've opened the door, now it's all coming through
Tell me you see it too
We opened our eyes and it's changing the view

Emmett - First Day as a Vampire

I looked around and marveled as we raced through the forest.

"Focus Emmett." The God-like one reminded me from about forty feet behind me.

That was the thing. I could focus. On all of it at once.

Electricity coursed through my veins and energy vibrated in every cell. I felt and registered the sheer strength in my body now that I had hunted for the very first time.

It was overwhelming getting used to heightened senses, but it was thrilling to imagine this was natural and instinctual to me in my new form now.

Would I ever get used to this?

My mind was so… open. I registered and remembered every minute sound for miles.

I heard the lithe one with rust colored hair laugh under his breath from beside me.

He was blindingly fast, and I was supposed to be following him, but I was strong so I caught his stride and ran right beside him just for the thrill of it.

The only way I could measure my speed was by the rapid scenery changes, because it didn't feel like a speed my senses couldn't handle to be pushing my legs to run faster and faster and faster.

I saw every single ant crawling up every single flower stem.

Edward bounded over the river in a half of a second with little more effort than it took to step over a twig. It was enough.

We could fly.

I looked over at Carlisle, and he encouraged me to jump before him with a little smile.

I realized they were watching me. They were corralling me like some sort of wild animal and not letting me out of sight.

"Why am I still so... thirsty?" I asked Edward after I joined him on the other side of the river.

I landed on the balls of my feet. It was too easy.

"That's how it is in the beginning." Carlisle answered.

The wind changed and I found myself laser focused now on a bear upstream.

I snarled, consumed with thirst and even though it felt wrong instinctually, I was just so thirsty it would do…

In my prowl, I couldn't even begin to think of the poetry. Now, I was the predator and this bear was the prey.

As I approached, I could tell it was a big bear.

Seeing me, it growled, standing up on its hind legs.

I was no longer Emmett McCarty, and my instincts took over. I toyed with the bear, fighting and playing with it to get it riled up.

Its weight was nothing to me. Its growl did nothing to deter me. Its teeth were barely feathers against my skin.

It swiped its paw at me as one of its brothers had done just days before.

Now, it was met with an entirely different result.

A metallic shriek tore through the air as the bear's claws didn't even scratch my iron skin.

I was indestructible now.

I smiled, though now it was more of a snarl of victory.

I was too thirsty to keep playing, and my teeth found his throat with perfect accuracy to allow the hot, wet liquid to satiate the burning thirst that now radiated through my entire body.

I drank with eagerness, my mind shutting off as not to distract me from my purpose as a predator.

Even with the size of that bear, it was bloodless and empty before I felt satisfied.

I tossed its carcass without a thought, and ran toward my next target just ahead in the clearing.

Just a little further, a group of elk.

My body tensed reacting as it realized now someone was behind me.

I was still hunting.

I whirled around and pinned Edward against a tree with my razor teeth bared at his neck.

There was no escaping me. I was too strong.

"Emmett stop. It's me. It's Edward." He tried to reason with me calmly.

I held him by his collarbone right where I wanted him and I heard a metallic tearing sound coming from Edward's shoulder.

A snarl so feral it couldn't have come from me tore through the air.

"Emmett. Focus." Carlisle's voice sounded like it was underwater from far behind me.

Venom pulsed in my veins and pooled in my mouth.

"You're not a monster." Carlisle reminded the person inside me that was deep down under this veil of my instinct of self-preservation and predation.

I struggled and fought, growling at Edward and Carlisle.

I closed my eyes trying to pull that person out and back to the forefront.

That's when I released my vice grip on Edward.

When I opened my eyes Edward was still standing in front of me, though now a few feet away but with his arms raised in surrender and openness to show me his vulnerability. He wasn't fighting me.

The elk had run and there was nothing but the three of us here in the aftermath of my outburst.

"You're all right." Carlisle began softly, testing me. "Your impulses right now are… hard to control."

I turned over my shoulder to look at Carlisle. I was confused. It was like there were multiple people existing inside the one shell of my body. The strongest part of me was something I didn't even recognize.

"It's okay." Carlisle looked back at me with wide eyes, forgiving and understanding.

I tried to calm the part of me that was roaring to get out, to fight, to win, to conquer, to destroy.

I wanted to be taken aback by how easy it would've been for me to kill Edward, but I couldn't. It was natural. It was instinctual.

I would've done it without a shred of remorse.

"You were hunting. There was no thought. Just instinct." Edward said, forgiveness but wariness in his tone.

Carlisle's gaze shifted over my shoulder with concern, and I followed his amber eyes to a house on the other side of the clearing.

There was a wide window in which I saw the reflection of a man with terrifying, vermillion eyes against pale white skin. He was impossibly tall and broad in a menacing, intimidating way. His shoulders were mountainous and his height cast an even longer shadow. His hair was black as sin and wild, knotted with dirt after a fight.

To match his brilliant colored eyes, blood ran down the sides of his mouth and down his neck in a horrifying war paint. The blood dripped and stained the front of his white shirt in a macabre pattern that made him look even more like a monster.

With everything else in black and white, the blood was grotesquely vibrant and the vermillion eyes revealed the predator like a scarlet letter.

I didn't recognize the man in that window until I realized when I moved my hand that the reflection reacted in the same way.

This was me.

Past the reflection of those red, hellish eyes was the golden halo of an angel staring down from her heaven.

She vanished, evaporating into thin air so it was easy to think I'd just imagined her.

"Wait." I breathed, being drawn toward the phantom in the window on a different kind of hunt.

The world rushed by me as I had my sights set up high. Out of habit, I would've run toward the stair case, but out of instinct, I jumped immediately to the side porch, practically ripping the door off its hinges when I'd just barely pulled it open.

A whir of air had been stirred to my right, but a woman with chocolate brown hair and round, warm amber eyes stared back at me right in my center sight line.

I'd never seen her before, but I knew her. She was there.

During the fire.

She was filled with just the slightest alarm in her golden eyes before she gave me a little testing smile.

"Hello," She said in a sing-songy voice that sounded like the combination of a choir of spring time birds.

I felt Edward and Carlisle on either side of me now, before Carlisle stepped in front of me to stand between me and this woman.

He was defensive, but not wanting to set anything off in me so he moved slowly.

I abandoned social graces as I looked toward the staircase.

At the top of the stairs was a decorative table with a vase of flowers. I noticed the petals on the flowers were lightly moving as if someone had just breezed by.

The angel was still here. It wasn't my imagination.

I was drawn like a magnet and I turned to take the first step, ascending…

"Emmett, this is Esme, my wife." Carlisle began, and my eyes snapped right back toward the woman in front of me that I'd forgotten to respond to.

I unwound and looked down at her hands as she rotated them slightly, palms up toward me to show me her vulnerability and openness.

"Hello." I responded in my new voice for my new body.

That's when I remembered I looked like a fright. My gaze shot down to the blood stains on my shirt before I wiped my mouth with my sleeve.

I felt every fiber on my skin.

"It just takes some practice." The woman offered a little smile, baring perfectly shining white teeth behind two full, plum colored lips.

I furrowed my brow.

"Hunting that is." She gestured toward my current state.

"Oh, well, I do suppose I could learn a few things about table manners."

Carlisle put his arm around her shoulder, kissing her cheek as they both throatily laughed in amusement.

Carlisle and Edward had been hunting too and they barely had a hair out of place.

"He was playing with his food." Edward offered, light humor in his tone. "Poetically an irritable grizzly."

"That'll do it!" Esme offered in a giggle, still seeming to test me with conversation.

Carlisle, Esme, and Edward watched me like a volcano that was about to erupt.

I understood their wariness after what I'd done in the clearing. I hadn't imagined being capable of something like that.

I swallowed nervously, letting my eyes dart toward the staircase.

I sensed her.

Roses… Honey… And something too exquisite for me to identify yet…

She was standing still.

I could feel it in the placement of the air around me.

"You probably want to get cleaned up." Carlisle suggested. "Down the hall on the left." He nodded in the opposite direction as the staircase.

He was nodding to a washroom. Not out back behind the house in a rusted basin…

"We guessed on your size, and if the style… it's not to your preference?…" Esme tested, her kindness and warmth making me wonder if it was true she was a vampire.

There was no way.

I noticed she extended a bundle of clothes to me with a nice pair of shoes on top.

These were new. I wondered how much these threads cost. A small fortune for sure!

It made my heart race. I'd never seen anything like this.

"Thank you ma'am." I offered, trying my hand at remembering sociability. "These'll suit just fine. That's awful kind of you."

When I held the clothes in my hands, I'd never felt anything so soft.

"Of course. We want you to feel welcome, dear." Esme smiled lightly, hugging to Carlisle's side.

The way she talked to me reminded me faintly of my mother when I was young.

I gave one long, lingering look up the staircase before I nodded and turned toward the directions God had given me.

The forest was one thing, but this palace was another. I marveled as I walked through the door to a wash room bigger than my entire house I'd grown up in. Maybe my house could've fit into it 10 times.

I realized then just how fuzzy that memory was to me - like I was looking through the end of a glass bottle. It wasn't nearly as clear as my new, enhanced sight.

Inside this enormous wash room, there was no water pump. There was no wash bin with water to be heated up on the stove.

There was a sink with running water. A bath tub, a shower - all of it.

I noticed a switch on the wall. Electricity.

My fingers flicked the switch. I didn't need the lights, but I just wanted to see them. I watched with wonder, the filaments in the bulbs and the way I could see the particles of dust in a beautiful dance in the air.

These people were fancy.

I swallowed as I found the man's reflection once more in the mirror on the wall over the sink.

I'd changed quite a bit. That'd take some getting used to.

My eyes darted down and away from the new vermillion orbs and the blood.

All of that blood.

My throat ached with a burn that reminded me of the hunt, but it was manageable enough I could focus back on reaching for the handle. I turned it as far to the left as it would go.

Water immediately exited the shower head in streams of confetti.

It was clean.

I put my fingers underneath, turning my hand this way and that as water collected on my skin.

Then, since I was alone, I indulged and put my head under the water, opening my mouth and letting the clean water rain on my tongue. I closed my eyes and smiled, letting it run over my lips and down my chin.

I took a deep swallow, tasting it all. It wasn't refreshing as water had once been, instead it was just… clean.

Minutes later, it was hot - scalding hot - but it didn't burn my skin. Steam rose off my hand like smoke emanating from the burn that was still smoldering in my body from days past.

I stripped down in this unfamiliar place, feeling like a wild animal brought inside to be tamed. I felt wildly uncomfortable in my own skin. Something was inside of me, clawing at my center wanting to rip out.

But, for now, I was me.

The second I stepped under the water, swirling clouds of red began to circle down the drain.

I ran my hands across my chest, my fingers rising and dipping in the grooves of now well-defined muscles. I sighed as I placed my hands on the wall, hanging my head so the water could run down my back.

This couldn't be real. How much time had passed since I'd run into that bear in the woods? A week? A year? 10 years?

So much had changed I still wasn't totally convinced this wasn't a transcendent afterlife.

Purgatory?

I knew Ma'd been praying for me, and with her and the Saints, I figured Purgatory wouldn't last too long and I'd see heaven and its angels again.

Well, one angel in particular. I hadn't seen the angel since I'd woken up. Maybe it really was purgatory and I'd alway be left wanting, reaching, desiring…

Over my loud thoughts, I heard a shift of weight coming from upstairs and an opening door.

I tuned my hearing, raising my head from under the water to listen to the quiet whispers of two female voices.

Then, the radio clicked on and Benny Goodman drowned out any hope of hearing what the angel was saying to Esme.

She was still here.

I scrubbed my fingers through my hair like I could scrub out the fixation, then when the water stopped running red, I brought up each bottle of soap to my nose to smell its various fine perfumes.

I wondered again if I'd really died.

This was a heaven I once couldn't have even fathomed.

I'd never even been in a place with running water…

I thought of my littlest sister, Caroline, carrying a bucket of water bigger than she was up the path to our house every few afternoons. She balanced it on her head of red, wild curly hair while she picked up her bruised and scraped, skinny knees to step through the high grass.

The fuzzy picture in my mind faded just as quickly as it appeared and I tried to remember exactly what her laugh sounded like, but I couldn't.

I turned around a green, crystal bottle in my hands wondering if this was from some far off exotic city like Paris or New York or something.

A part of me wanted to maintain some tact, but I didn't use the soap sparingly. I doused myself in it and watched the bubbles collect.

I watched the rainbow in the soap bubbles, seeing colors I didn't even have a name for within the spectrum.

I grinned, watching the bubbles like a simple-minded child, before I washed them all away.

A song I didn't recognize as Love Is Just Around The Corner by Bing Crosby played on the radio and I heard every breath, every strum, every hum, all of it.

Had I ever heard music before?

This was just magical.

The radio upstairs clicked off, but I heard Esme's voice as she sang the rest of the words without a worry in her breath; the sound changed in my ears so she must've been coming down the stairs.

I heard the lightest patter of a woman's shoes on the floor next to Esme, noticing the pattern of footsteps had to be two people.

I turned off the water quickly, and reached for a towel that was fluffier than any pillow I'd ever slept on. I held it against my face for the briefest of moments and sighed before I shook the water out of my hair and practically jumped into the clothes Carlisle and Esme got for me.

The pants were too short and barely covered my ankles, but I didn't even mind. These clothes were nicer than anything else I'd ever worn in my life. The slide of the fabric on my skin felt foreign and I thought maybe those could've been silk socks.

I reached for the shoes as I sat down in the middle of the floor to put them on.

These were definitely new shoes.

I swallowed as I tied the laces with rushed eagerness. I'd never had a new pair of shoes in my life.

Childishly, I hopped up and spun around in a circle on the tile; the bottoms of the shoes were so smooth I couldn't resist.

I found my gaze in the mirror again, not recognizing myself. The physical change itself was a lot to process, but I never imagined I would be dressed like this.

I looked fancy. I wasn't some Joe. I could be one of those butter and egg men driving around in a red 1933 Chrysler CL Imperial Dual-Windshield Phaeton.

I was smooth.

The radio crackled to life and an old song I didn't recognize but knew I'd heard, began to float through the air as I opened the door.

Her scent overpowered the others's easily and I was enchanted, ready to finally meet my savior angel.

"No. I wanted to listen to FDR." Edward protested, changing the radio. "He's speaking on the New Deal."

"Oh, please?" I heard her voice for the very first time with my vampire ears, and stopped in my tracks.

It was like I'd taken a bullet to my chest and I almost stumbled back.

I immediately got nervous, like some sort of school boy crumb.

"Edward, please." Esme protested in joint with the angel's voice but I barely heard her. I barely heard what was on the radio. "We could use some music around here."

He didn't argue any more and I heard him take a seat.

Even though I was filled to the brim with anxiousness, I was drawn to where she was like a moth to a flame.

"Emmett, we're in here, dear." Esme's voice called lightly. "Please join us."

Roses… Honey…

I felt the angel take an inhale from the very air I breathed, and I tried not to appear too hurried or rushed as I casually rounded that very last corner.

My red gaze searched for her instantly, though it didn't have to search. In some gravitational way, I was immediately drawn to her.

That's when our eyes really met for the very first time. That's when I really saw her with true vampire vision for the very first time.

She was exquisite, and I'd thought she was beautiful before.

Without looking away from her eyes, the rest of my enhanced vision took in all the details about her at once, but details I'd never get tired of discovering over and over again.

Her golden hair was curled to flow down to the lower curve of her back like sunshine and was pinned back to showcase the most perfect face in all of existence. With perfect symmetry and proportion for her perfect features, it almost hurt to look at her in such an imperfect world, but I marveled all the same. I wanted to reach out and touch her, because I was afraid she was going to evaporate.

Her big, doe eyes were the color of the evening sun and framed by a fan of perfect black eyelashes.

She wore a smart silk afternoon dress the color of pink bubble gum that was belted at her impossibly tiny waist and had flowing sleeves like angel wings over her narrow shoulders. Her dress flowed around her statuesque hourglass figure and down to her ankles to show off a pair of beautiful t-strapped high heels that accentuated her ultra feminine physique.

Her lips were full and the same color as rose petals. The curve of her pillowy lips was divine.

I couldn't be caught staring at her mouth, even though I wanted to.

It was impolite.

She stood in front of me like an angel or an apparition, and I feared she'd disappear again all the same.

I still wasn't convinced she got to stay.

"Emmett, you remember Rosalie…" Carlisle suggested, but I barely heard him.

"Of course." I breathed.

A smile erupted on my face I could hardly control, taking over like the inevitable morning sun as I reached for her.

"Rosalie Hale." She offered in a voice that sounded like the breeze before a summer rainstorm.

The corner of her mouth turned up slightly as she hid her golden eyes behind her thick black eyelashes and turned away from me without offering me her hand.

Her dainty hands were covered with white gloves, gathered at her wrist with a little cuff.

Still she denied me.

Rejected, I clenched my fingers back into a loose fist, but tried not to make it obvious as my hand floated back down to my side untouched by the angel.

I still wasn't convinced she was real.

I had to touch her.

"Miss Rosalie…" I smiled, excited and childish and full of light as I played with her name on my tongue.

I leaned up against the side wall to try and act natural even though every one of my dead nerve endings had been fired up.

Instead of her hand, Rosalie offered me her eyes once more and I reveled in her gaze.

I read something in her eyes. Was she nervous too?

"Careful," Edward mumbled under his breath and I noticed the side wall was splintering from where I stood, giving it too much force with the palm of my hand so it gave under me.

Esme grimaced, but ultimately was good-humored at the destruction.

I worried she'd make me leave now.

I looked over at Carlisle as he chuckled; I was unable to understand.

"We haven't let on just how much more you can do now that you're a vampire." Carlisle said lightly.

"Gee, I'm sorry." I mumbled, embarrassed as I stepped back from the crumbling wall's edge.

"It's all right." Esme smiled at me with authenticity. "You'll get used to your strength."

I felt my eyes flood with enthusiasm as I imagined this life of strength and speed and senses.

I could barely stand the thought of seeing Rosalie's face during this embarrassment, but I was drawn to look at her any way.

I'd never get used to looking at her.

It was a miracle every time.

She bit her perfect bottom lip, raising a perfectly arched eye brow slightly as she fought a smile.

I grinned back at her, not wanting her to fight her smile any more. I wanted to see it all - unbridled.

Undoubtedly she was forgetting I was the monster she'd seen earlier outside the window.

At least I hoped that was the case.

"And, we can repair the wall, but the most pressing issue is that we've got to get you some new trousers, honey." Esme giggled lightly, biting her bottom lip and looking at Carlisle.

"You're a bit taller than we thought." Carlisle reasoned with a little chuckle.

If I could've blushed, I would have as I stared down to the pants that barely came to my ankles.

I clenched my jaw, not loving looking like a crumb in front of this angel, but ultimately I was in good humor because I didn't get embarrassed that easy.

"Well, I appreciate it all the same." I chuckled, but got distracted by the way a rain drop was streaming down the aforementioned window.

I fixated on the element.

It reminded me of thirst, and my throat began to burn though I tried to latch on to Rosalie's eyes once more.

I couldn't. It was like I'd missed a rung on a ladder and I couldn't grab hold again. I was just falling.

"Emmett, I'm sure you have plenty of questions." Carlisle started, motioning for me to sit.

I couldn't. I was vibrating with pent up energy.

The thirst inside was distracting the better part of my mind now.

"I…" I tried to speak, but I couldn't focus on words.

All I thought about was blood. I needed it more than anything I'd ever needed.

"We're here to help you with all of it." Esme encouraged, but I couldn't look at her.

"Well, I…" My eyes darted toward the wide window that Rosalie had been standing at looking down on my hellishness earlier.

Instead of being repelled by the monster, I was seduced by it - longing to become it once more.

Anything she needed me to become had to wait. I was the monster again now. I no longer had any desire or want that didn't have to do with blood.

"Edward?" Rosalie's beautiful voice redirected toward him in concern, and Edward stood with a nod.

I thought I'd heard reticence and fear in her voice. Who could blame her? She'd just seen me from the window looking like the worst of nightmares, and now I was just going to become it again.

If I was a nightmare, she was the stuff of dreams. She was the best, purest, most brilliant person I'd ever known and I didn't even know her yet, truly. I imagined I did know her though, and I was enchanted to keep knowing her. I believed in her and the awe of her existence.

She could do anything.

I realized I was holding my breath, and took a shaky exhale out of habit.

That's when it returned fully, rearing its ugly head and claiming my thoughts and sound mind once again.

I was lost to blood lust, disappearing into the spring evening as Carlisle and Edward followed me with devotion.

I couldn't even think to look back as Rosalie's eyes followed me out the door.