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"What did you want to talk to me about?" Emmett asked, taking a seat on the bed.

Emmett and Violet were sitting in the bedroom of a charming cabin in the woods that had been Edward and Bella's honeymoon gift from Carlisle and Esme. His brother and new sister in law normally stayed in the main house with Renesmee, so Emmett knew it would be free.

"Is there any heat in this place," Violet shivered, rubbing her gloved hands together and noticing her breath, even indoors.

"Sorry. I forget sometimes." Emmett's honest eyes rose to look at his lovely, disheveled Immortal. He was unsure of what to do next.

In one swift motion, she was upon him.

"Maybe we can warm it up another way," she leaned into his lips with that implicative comment dangling between them.

"Violet I-"

"I don't want you to say anything. Please." Her breathless begging was too much for the vampire to stand. Emmett clenched his teeth for a moment as he realized that Violet had already made this decision.

"I love you," Violet whispered, as if that one comment alone could convince him she wanted this.

"Tell me if I hurt you." His plea was nearly overshadowed by the lust that replaced concern in his golden eyes. He'd decided.

"You won't."

As he slid the jacket off Violet's arms, Emmett noticed Violet's shivering and looked down at her apologetically. Violet didn't seem phased. She seemed focused and determined.

Slowly but surely, Violet removed Emmett's coat, then his shirt, enjoying the sight of his perfectly chiseled body before he engulfed her mouth in a wild and heated kiss that left her gasping for air. His lips were forceful and confident, his tongue sliding along her prone lower lip begging for entrance. Violet pulled away once more and shed her sweatshirt, tossing it carelessly to the side as she held Emmett close, kissing his neck with fervor.

Her open mouthed kisses on his collarbone caused growls to ripple through the large vampire's chest. Her hot breath making its way up his neck, her teeth grazing his rock hard skin each time she climbed higher…

"Violet," he shuddered, slipping his hands under her thighs so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Now she was at his level, her blue eyes boring into his brown ones. This time, it was his turn to tease her with his tongue.

Emmett's mouth was still cold on Violet's now heated flesh as her chest rose and fell with her anxiousness. She loved the way he lavished her with his tongue, that is, until he started lifting up her shirt.

"Wait," she grabbed his hands and implored him to stop his ministrations.

"What is it?" Although she knew Emmett didn't breathe, she could hear a constriction in his voice, as if he were trying to hide the need in his voice that was so apparent elsewhere.

"I just… it's… ugly." Violet's soft, childish voice caused Emmett to grumble with laughter. He sat down on the bed, Violet still wrapped around his waist and pressing firmly against his need, and let her sit back for a second as he studied her.

"Nothing about you could be ugly," he insisted, reaching experimentally towards the hem of her undershirt, slowly tugging it out of Violet's hands and lifting it up and over.

Emmett's eyes darkened at the sight of bites so close to Violet's waistline, so close to her perfect breasts that were still concealed by the bra she was wearing. It was then he noticed that Violet's eyes were shut, as if she didn't want to look upon the scars either.

"I told you you weren't ugly." Emmett began to slowly encourage her back into the mood by resting his hands on her hips, holding them steady as he kissed her neck and down.

When Emmett received only silence, he paused again, bringing his gaze up to meet Violet's.

"I love you Vie. None of that matters now."

And it didn't. Violet didn't need her past to enjoy her future.

Violet awoke to the most amazing feeling. Emmett's enormous body was cradling hers against his, and suddenly, it didn't seem so cold. Her own skin was slick and warm with the activities of the previous night, but the neither of them seemed to mind.

She shifted slightly out of the vampire's embrace and sat up, although she knew he was always conscious anyways.

"Last night… you're okay?" Emmett leaned forward, the sheets falling off of his toned, marble torso as he moved closer to her, his gaze flitting over her naked back to make sure there were no marks or signs of physical pain.

"That's the first thing you thought of when you saw I was awake? Are you okay?" Violet laughed, shifting so she could lie back down and face her lover.

"Actually, I was thinking it every moment since you kissed me-"

"So you didn't enjoy it?" Violet's tone sounded distant as she realized that the feeling of utter bliss that had encompassed her last night was one-sided.

"No! That's not what I meant. It was great, it was more than great."

Under the covers, Violet grabbed Emmett's hand and kissed his palm sensually. She wanted him to feel relaxed and at ease when they made love, not tense and dispassionate.

"You're not afraid anymore, are you?" She asked curiously, not as a challenge, but as an honest question. She didn't want it to be a chore to have sex. She wanted it to be ecstasy on both sides of the equation.

"I'll always be afraid. As long as I know I can hurt you."

Violet huffed angrily at this answer. Not the words themselves, but at what they implied. Because she wasn't a vampire, Emmett would blame himself constantly for anything that happened while they were together.

"I made you mad," Emmett admitted sheepishly, deciding that now would be the perfect time to get up and greet the day.

"No, it's not that. It's just… I'll always be this fragile little thing!" she groaned, resting her head in her hands before reaching down to pull her clothes on. As she stood up, she let out an uncomfortable whimper that didn't go unnoticed by Emmett, who was beside her in a heart beat.

"What is it?"

"Nothing, I'm just a little sore," she whispered, shifting her weight uncomfortably as she pulled her jeans up over her slim hips. "But it has nothing to do with you, or your being a vampire," she added, knowing that Emmett's first conclusion was that he somehow damaged her in the throes of passion.

Emmett's concern softened and he smiled sincerely at her before leaning in and placing a large, cold hand on her cheek.

"Don't ever change," he whispered, stroking the sensitive skin behind her ear as he spoke.

"You're just saying that because I can't-" Violet began, swatting the vampire's hand away playfully.

"I'm saying it because you're perfect the way you are," he laughed.

Sometimes she can be so stubborn.

"Hey, I have a great idea! Why don't you put some clothes on?" The exasperation in Violet's voice caused her cheeks to redden as she noticed Emmett was standing completely exposed in front of her. Emmett scratched the back of his head bashfully

"Why don't you?" he asked as he placed one of his hands on her bare shoulder, sliding it slowly down her arm, past her breasts and over her navel, resting it finally on the hem of her jeans. He smiled devilishly.

"You're bossy," Violet smirked back as her vampire lover buttoned up her jeans for her before beginning the search for his own clothes.

"We better get back to the house. Everyone will be wondering what we did all night-" Again, Violet's face reddened at the thought. Emmett decided now would be the perfect time to poke fun at her embarrassment.

"I'm sure they won't be wondering at all," he said matter-of-factly, noticing the shocked and panicked expression.

"Come on Vie. We were made for each other. Love like that isn't anything to be ashamed about," he consoled, realizing that she was still tense about what the Cullen's all thought of her.

The frightened expression dropped from Violet's face as his words sunk in.

"Emmett, that's the most beautiful thing you've ever said to me," she sighed romantically before pulling her sweater over her head.

"Well, sometimes the mood strikes me. Speaking of, I think you need sexier snow clothes," he joked, indicating her bulky parka and wool hat that encompassed her small head completely.

How ironic considering you're only wearing a sweatshirt in this cold weather!

Violet didn't say anything but instead allowed Emmett to swoop her up in his arms and flit her away to the main house… where indeed, everyone awaited.

Normally, it was Emmett who made crude, inappropriate humor about sex, but the house was moderately quiet about the whole ordeal. However, as soon as she got inside, Violet made a bee-line for the shower.

"I told her that vampires can smell… it, and she completely wigged out," the large vampire sighed, leaning against the doorframe to Edward's bedroom (which unofficially became Violet's) as he waited outside the bathroom.

"Well, we can. At least she's a little concerned," Alice pinched her nose at Emmett, who was still pungent from the activities of the previous night. Emmett only shrugged his shoulders.

When Violet came out of the bathroom a little while later, she was greeted by Renesmee, who stood patiently at the door.

"Hi sweetie. What's up?" Violet picked the little girl up into her arms just as a flood of pictures ran from the child to her. They were of the ocean, trees, and of course, Jacob Black.

"You wanna go the reservation? Right now?" Violet groaned. Emmett did NOT like her going over there… let alone with his niece, unprotected and alone. Nessie nodded her head fervently.

"Fine. We'll just sneak out the back-"

"I can hear every word you're saying, Captain Obvious," Emmett joked, placing a kiss on Violet's forehead and crossing his arms.

"Jacob's not on duty right now, so go straight to his house and come back, got it?" His expression was stern.

Renesmee made a pouty face.

"Bossy!" she pointed accusingly at Emmett as Violet held back a snicker.

"Yes… he is bossy," she laughed leaning up to kiss Emmett before she left. "We'll be fine."

"Hey blondie! What'd ya bring for me?" the tall, swarthy Jacob Black stepped out of the darkness of the garage and stood before Violet in all his shirtless, Native American glory.

"Nessie wanted to see you. She's very insistent." Violet swung her blonde hair over her shoulder and placed her 'niece' on the ground. Immediately, the little half vampire girl ran forward and clung to Jacob's leg.

"Its weird, ya know? Whenever Nessie's around… I just don't hate vampires so much, but then when she's gone, it all comes flooding back." The comment sounded like a positive, but it only made Violet wonder.

"Um, okay?" she said hopelessly. She couldn't quite tell what mood he was in, but he was still a teenager, so it could change at the drop of a hat.

"Nah, it's nothing…. Just that there've been some vampire related deaths pretty recently. We're trying to hunt that son of a bi-"

"Son of a gun," Violet corrected. She didn't want the werewolf's sailor mouth rubbing off on the little girl. Nessie didn't seem to mind. She was exploring Jacob's garage and experimenting with power tools.

Jacob cleared his throat and started over.

"Right, that son of a gun, but he's slippery. It's almost like he knows the area already." After a slight pause, Jacob began again, not allowing any reservations in his questions.

"How do you do it?" Violet was confused.

"You know… love one of them?"

"Same way you do." Violet indicated the little, adorable girl using her vampire strength to lift up the car and chase a mouse that ran underneath it.

"But that's different. She's only half bloodsucker," Jacob defended broodingly, knowing that he'd walked right into that one.

"I'm only half Irish, but that doesn't stop me from loving potatoes." Jacob let out a laugh and gave her a quizzical look.

"Maybe that was a bad example," Violet added, trying to suppress a giggle as well. "I don't know. It's hard to explain, but you can't help who you fall in love with. Your kind definitely can't help it," she continued, acknowledging the werewolf tradition of imprinting. Once you see your soul mate, you can never love another.

"Renesmee is your soul mate… just like Emmett is mine."

"How come whenever you come over, we always have these deep conversations?" the half naked Indian chuckled, picking up Nessie as all three turned to go inside.

"Can't I get some alone time with me soul mate?" Jacob whined, noticing that Nessie's chaperone was following.

"No can do. I'm on strict orders not to let her out of my sight." Violet's smug expression turned to one of terror as an evil glint caught in Jacob's eye.

"Hey Nessie, I wonder how fast Violet can run," he challenged, walking at a quick pace towards the trees.

"Don't do it Jake… I'll turn you in for kidnapping!" she threatened, but the werewolf was already sprinting into the forest using superhuman speed. She'd never catch up.

"Son of a bitch!" she cursed, glad that the little girl was finally out of hearing range.

"Jacob, you SUCK!" she shouted annoyed, following fruitlessly after the pair who were already out of sight.

No, Jacob doesn't suck anymore… being lost in the woods sucks now.

"Its okay," Violet comforted herself. "Soon, a bunch of hypersensitive beings are going to be looking for me, and then I'll get found."

But watch out for that killer vamp Jake was talking about, the devil on her shoulder chided.

"Shut up. I'm trying to find some peace in this crap," Violet muttered angrily to herself, humming a little tune to keep the images of impending death by vampire out of her mind.

Shit, shit, shit this is scary! I wish Emmett was here, Violet pouted, crossing her arms as she sat on a tree stump in the woods. She hoped she was still on the Rez, but she couldn't really tell anymore.

After this realization, she allowed the sounds of the surrounding forest to soothe her, and images of Emmett flooded her mind. His gentle touch, his warm lips, his marble skin his-

"Oooh, I wonder what a tasty snack like you are doing out here in the woods."

Violet jumped at the voice of a woman who seemed to be watching her intently. The woman licked her lips.

God dammit. A vampire. Perfect. When Violet didn't respond, the vampire's playful demeanor dropped.

"I'm going to kill you, you know." The blonde woman approached, her high heeled shoes gliding easily over the fallen leaves on the ground.

"Well? Aren't you going to scream? Run? Beg for your life?" Violet sighed. This woman's head was full of sand if she thought Violet was going to do anything but take it like a man.

"And give you the satisfaction of the hunt? I don't think so. Why don't we just get it over with, shall we?" she huffed. The vampire woman was astonished.

"Cheeky little mortal. Well, it's your funeral."

Immortal, Violet corrected mentally before the woman was upon her, pinning her down. The blue eyes of the hunter turned gold with hunger as she pressed her teeth into the neck of her prey.

It wasn't like having Emmett drink her blood. This she-vamp tore into her skin, sucking hungrily, not caring about how she treated her food. Thankfully, the venom only burned slightly in the wound until the long, white fangs were withdrawn.

Violet lay on the ground shell shocked. Her vision was fuzzy, so she closed her eyes to avoid the nausea that was threatening her with every second. The blond vampire licked her blood colored lips and laughed.

"Don't worry. You'll be dead in a little bit," the woman laughed, flipping her luxurious vampire hair over her shoulder and laughing as she danced away through the woods while Violet's world faded into blackness.

Review please. I love you all, but review!

~DMar