I Don't Bite, I Swear by .o.O.o.Emmett.Is.Mine.o.O.o.
Chapter Eight… Nightmare
"Emmett?" Edward asked as he walked out to his car with his older 'brother'.
Emmett ignored him, staring blankly ahead. He was still out of it, apparently.
"Emmett?" Edward tried again, punching his brother's arm to get his attention.
"Yeah?" Emmett asked, still staring ahead and walking to his Jeep.
Edward just sighed. "Dude, just ask her out already! Jasper's about ready to explode from her emotions, not to mention yours. And let me tell you, I'm tired of listening to you two."
Emmett looked over at his brother, finally reaching his Jeep. "Yeah, well, much easier said than done. I understand how you feel, now, man. With Bella, I mean. I swear, I'll never bug you about that again. It feels horrible…" Emmett shuddered.
"Heh. I know. The horrible thing is, you never get used to it. And it sure doesn't go away…" Edward told his best friend, climbing into his silver Volvo. He kept talking, closing the door and not rolling down the window. There was no need. "Get her before she's gone, man. Don't do something you'll regret." He drove off without saying a word else.
Damn, Emmett thought, nearly kicking himself. He had completely forgotten to ask one of his siblings about what they had been whispering. He desperately wanted to figure out what was so interesting to them. With this in mind, he sped off as fast as he could after his brother, pushing his Jeep almost as far as it could go.
Of course, he never caught up with Edward, considering he drove the fastest out of the group. Emmett pushed his Jeep as fast as it could go.
After a short while, he reached home after everyone else, parking behind their cars.
In no rush, he walked into the house and set his stuff down by the door. Slowly, he walked up the stairs and to his room, turning on some music to possibly help drown out the conversation he was soon to have. Edward, mind if I borrow your time? Emmett thought, knowing Edward would be paying attention. He didn't want to risk talking and letting the rest of the house in on their conversation.
"Bella, I'll be just minute. Carlisle wants to talk to me," Edward said in his room. Crap, Emmett thought. Sorry, man, I didn't know you had Bella over. Nice lie, though.
"Shut up, Emmett," Edward mumbled as he sped into his brother's room. "So, what's up man?"
Emmett opened his mouth to answer, but clamped it shut, deciding to not talk. What the hell am I supposed to do, man? I can't really say I like this feeling, but I don't agree with the thought of her being around a family of vampires… But then I can't stand the thought of not being around her…
Edward sighed, rolling his eyes. "Well, you just gotta make a decision. I made mine. You make yours."
It was Emmett's turn to sigh, rolling his eyes. Well, you're a lot of help, aren't you? How the hell do you make a decision like that? It's not physically possible! Emmett was deep in thought for a moment, thinking about anything and everything about the girl. How the hell did you decide what was best for Bella?
"Well, to start, I told her that I was a vampire. Things just kind of happened after that. You gotta decide, though."
Emmett was silent, blocking his thoughts for a moment. Then his eyes lit up, and Edward was allowed back into his thoughts. What was it that Alice and Jasper were talking about at lunch earlier? I don't know that I trust either of them to tell me the truth.
Edward laughed. "Our little Alice had a vision… Wow, it was interesting, too…" Edward got lost in his thoughts, grinning maliciously.
"Edward…" Emmett threatened. He started glaring at Edward after he continued laughing.
Edward smirked. "You really want to know?" he asked. The other boy nodded hesitantly. "She saw you two getting together."
Emmett looked at him, confused about why the hell that was a reason to be so freaking secretive. "Please tell me there's more to it than that…?" Emmett asked, massaging his temples. This was probably as close to a headache as he was ever going to get again.
"Oh, yeah. There was a lot more. Let me just say, you're a gonna have your hands full for a while…" Edward became serious again. "But this means you can't push her away any longer. To start, just ask the girl out. It'll all work out after that."
Kristina walked through her front door and locked it behind her, counting off the seconds until her mom began yelling 1, 2, 3, 4—
"Kristina?!" she heard her mother call from the kitchen. So close to a new record, mom. So close...
"What, mom?" Kristina yelled back, walking down the stairs to her room. Maybe, just maybe, she could get some privacy there... The odds were against her, though. The only time she had any privacy was when everyone else was asleep. Then she had free-reign of the house and internet. The only thing she seemed to like around this horrid house.
"Do you have any homework?" her mother called from above in an annoyed voice. Like that was anything new, that was just about the only way she seemed to talk to her daughter.
"Yes, mother, that's what I'm working on right now!" Kristina screamed to get her mom to stop bothering her. She was old enough to know how to take care of herself. "I'll be up in a while to eat!" she yelled after a long silence. Her mother never responded.
Well, fine then! Kristina thought, plopping down on her comfy bed and getting to work. But, at the first thought of school, an image of Emmett popped into her head. Damn... the teenager thought, trying to shake the thought away and concentrate. Much easier said than done... she told herself as she began to space out, thinking about him. Trying to work now was no use; she'd just do it in the morning or before school started.
After about an hour of staring of into space and day-dreaming, she gave up completely and tried to get some sleep. Which wasn't much more successful. After another hour or so, she fell into a light sleep, tossing and turning throughout the night.
She ran down the halls of her empty school, panting hard. 'Keep going,' she had to keep telling herself every time she considered stopping, or just collapsing wherever she was at that moment. Her knees had begun to feel shaky a while back, and she didn't know how much longer they would keep her up.
Then, as if on cue, they gave out, sending her flying to the floor. She tried to get up, shoving at the ground under her with weak arms that didn't seem able to hold her weight. A second passed, and she gave up.
Listening as hard as she could, she tried to hear something, anything that would tell her whether or not the thing was chasing her. She heard nothing, but that didn't necessarily mean he was gone. He was really quiet, she just couldn't hear him. That was a bad sign...
Suddenly, something picked her up as if she weighed nothing at all. Whatever it was threw her against the wall, keeping a hold of her shoulders and making sure her face was pressed into the wall. Her breath was forced out of her lungs, and she tried to get another. It was just about as successful as running had been.
"Why do you keep running?" a sweet voice asked right behind.
Why did she? She didn't know herself, she just knew that whatever was holding her against the wall was not friendly. She didn't answer it, deciding to keep her smart mouth shut.
"I'm harmless," the voice continued, letting up on some of the pressure to her shoulders, letting her slump down the wall a bit so her feet were on solid ground again. Not that that helped much, of course. "I'd never do anything to hurt you..." the thing said again.
'Well, that's a load of crap...' she thought.
"I swear, it's true. I just wanted to tell you. I'm not what you think I am. Sorry."
The thing behind her let her go completely, giving her the chance to spin around to see who it had been. She only caught golden eyes before she passed out.