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Carlisle was more curious than absolutely furious when he found out.
He was shocked when he found out I didn't taint myself with their blood. Apparently newborns aren't supposed to have self-control when it comes to that, or whatever. I, honestly, wasn't even paying attention. I felt all alone right then. The one thing typing me to people was gone, forever. After I died, if I ever died, my ashes would be blown away. I could be ripped apart and burned to death and nobody would care.
My thoughts stopped when Edward came in. Had he heard me?
"Yes, and we would care. We'd miss you." Yeah, right. Edward hissed at me. Bite me. He rolled his eyes. Edward was so annoying sometimes.
Carlisle announced that we would be moving. Esme seemed excited. She absolutely loved interior and exterior designing, apparently. Well, hey, it's a better hobby than obsessively playing the piano and reading people's minds. Hmm, wonder who that was aimed at. I remember thinking it'd be extremely hilarious if he finds someone he's madly in love with and can't read her (or his) mind. (What? I didn't know which way he floated at the time.)
So we moved to Tennessee. Edward and I pretended to be a couple so everyone with morals left us alone. We had the same schedule, which helped. (I felt bad for Edward, though. Apparently some of the teenagers' minds got very graphic…) I absolutely hated going through high school. But, it was a rater interesting experience. I was tutored, because apparently, the Hales were above public transportation, schooling, and, most importantly, utilities. Well, not this Hale. Stuck up bitch is just a charade I put on to repel people, thanks very much.
A couple years passed, and now we were Seniors, apparently. Everything was very uneventful, besides the fact I learn French. Let's just say I took "night classes".
One day, I decided to go hunting in the best spot for bears. I felt like a fight. What I found when I got there – alone – was something way worse. There was a grizzly, yes, but she was mauling a guy. He had curly brown hair, and even in his pain, a grimace painted on his gorgeous face, I could see his dimples. He reminded me so much of Vera's little boy. I threw the grizzly off him, and let her get back to her cubs.
I didn't hold my breath in time, though. His blood sang out to me. I almost gave into the tauntingly sweet smell of blood. I held my breath, having a need to save him. I had to taste his blood, but I needed to save him more.
I ran at a blinding speed, clutching the burly man in my arms, needing to get to Carlisle. He could covert him. He could save him. When I made it home, when Carlisle saw me, it was a look of shock and complete disbelief.
"Did you attack—" He began, but I cut him off.
"Of course not! He got in the way of a bear and her cub."
"Then why did you bring him here?"
"I—I need you to convert him Carlisle. Please. I need him."
Hesitantly, he agreed. The man screamed at the feel of the burning of the venom seeping through his veins, and I put my hand on his forehead. He opened his eyes, and calmed down when he saw me. He had the cutest chocolate brown eyes.
"He's thinking 'Hell isn't so bad if I'll have this angel with me.' His name's Emmett. Emmett McCarthy." I jumped slightly at Edward's velvet voice. I smiled at Edward. That was the one time I was glad he could read minds.
"You know, you don't have to stay here, Rose." Edward said, like he actually cared about me.
"But I want to." I replied stubbornly, and Edward smiled at me.
"If that's what you want. Can't wait for school on Monday, though." I grimaced. He'd be going alone. Sorry. "It's alright. I think the thought of you kicking them to next fall will repel them. Hopefully."
So I waited three days, not leaving Emmett's side once. Sometimes Esme came and smiled knowingly at me, sometimes Edward told me about him from hearing his thoughts. But mostly it was just us.
When he suddenly stopped writhing, I panicked.
"Who are you?" He sounded so perfect, his voice, and the awe-struck tone… I felt so guilty. I had taken away his happy ending. He probably hated me.
"I-I've got to go." I replied stupidly before taking off, out the door.
The last thing I heard was, "Whoa, Emmett, you got her to shut up," before I slammed the door behind me. Oh, well, Esme wanted a new door anyway.
I felt so guilty. My soul was tainted with the knowing fact that he could have been saved some other way and I selfishly ended his life and started his lifeless existence.
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