(A/N: I do NOT own Twilight.)

Chapter Three

"Emmet," I beckoned softly. "I need to speak to you in private."

IPOV

Those idiotic vampires, thinking I had forgiven them for abandoning me. I was like their child for God sake. I was one of them and they dumped me on the street like a piece of meat, feeding the dogs. But this was my chance; I would let them have it. They will know what it was like to leave me. As long as I didn't get caught up in those sap puppy dog eyes of Emmet. He was so cute and I had loved him so much... the way he touched me. But he would know how I felt, immortal or not I would make him feel pain.

EmPOV

(A/N I know that Emmet is that goofy kind, never that serious but he does have a very tender side, as you will realize as you read, especially about Ivy.)

I could tell something serious was on Edward's mind, it was shown by the way he looked at me. There was almost hope flickering in his deep eyes. I wondered what was the big news in which he had to run me into the deep forest to tell me. We were in the slight clearing, the smell of deer drifting in our direction, but I knew better than to even move. The sun beamed down on us since of the lack of thick trees. It was rare sun but obviously welcomed by the humans. Edward folded his arms over his chest, scanning the ground before looking back up at me. I was resisting the urge to smack him in the back of his head and demand him to end this childish nonsense. But I knew better. He searched for the right words to break it for me, rubbing his jaw and wringing his hands in obvious distress. After a good fifteen minutes of this silence and thought that got us no where I finally told him to spit it out already.

"Come on, Edward. Just tell me. I won't bite," I smirked, teasing him. But nothing about his face lightened up. I realized he was calculating; I didn't know what he was calculating for, maybe my reaction or maybe how he should put this. My urging did not pick up his pace. I didn't have the patience for this.

"Edward, what is it?!" I snapped, and I swear he flinched.

His voice was quiet, almost in a whisper but his tone told me that this was a serious matter. "Emmet, she's back."

I didn't need a name to tell me who he was talking about: Poison Ivy. I sat down, the ground coming up from beneath me. It tilted, twirled and twisted, refusing to let up. If it was possible for me to cry, I would have. A million questions rolled into my mind, not having enough strength to roll them off my tongue. Is she okay? Is she hurt? Is she…dead? No' she couldn't be dead; she's Ivy. What is she doing here? Does she remember me? Does she want to see me? Boy Rose is going to kill me. God' I miss her so much. Edward, can I see her? Please?

I could tell Edward was upset as my thoughts turned to hysterics. "Emmet, she's fine! Calm down, we are going to have a serious talk about her. I need your full attention."

Edward ignored my protesting groan as he sat across from me, playing with a piece of grass. "Look, Emmet, Ivy is hurt. You should have heard her. She told me she learned not to trust anyone because of us. She loved you so much and she still does. But Emmet, listen to me, something is not right with her—"

"Of course something isn't right with her!" Emmet roared, standing suddenly full of hatred toward himself. "I had her heart and I shattered it into a million pieces! It is my fault! I broke her, I betrayed her! Her pain, the way she is hurting is my doing! Oh God, I'm so stupid! If I had just stayed with her, held her one more time, if I didn't left her she didn't have to go through what I put her through! She'll never trust me again! I'm such a jerk!"

Edward cut off his outraged cries. "Calm down Emmet. Look, I will say she isn't the same. She's…hardened out, like an ice princess. But when I mentioned you she softened up! You're hope for her! You're her protector! Remember the promise you made to her!?"

"I told her I would always protect her," I murmured numbly.

"Exactly! You can protect her! You can change her, melt her, and mold her. Or you could ignore her. I mean you always have Rose—"

"Do not even compare Rose to Ivy. Rose could never match her!" I shot him death glares, angry that he would even suggest Rose was any better than Ivy. That beautiful angel that fell from the sky and landed in my arms. What I would give to feel her soft, warm flesh under my iced skin, to press my lips gently against her, scared if I pushed to hard I would break her, to sooth her when she was scared of something silly that I would crush if it dare touch her or harm her in anyway…

"I want to see her," I said finally. "I want to see Ivy. I want to see her now, Edward. Where is she? Where is Ivy, Edward?" I was suddenly desperate to apologize, to get back everything I ever wanted.

"About that," Edward paused, long enough to throw him a bunch of arrant thoughts. "She's at Bella's house."

"What? Why?"

"She's at Bella's house because Ivy is Bella's sister!"

I didn't get a chance to hear the rest because I was already running fun speed towards Bella's house and towards my love, my one and only love. But I was stopped, I should've known, Edward was the much faster runner of the family. "Listen to my Emmet. You can't just barge in there. What are you going to do? Steal her, kidnap her, beg for her forgiveness and to take you back."

"All of those options sound good to me now let me go Edward." I raced past him, this time he ran with me, not to stop me. I was prepping myself for what to say to her. I would go blunt; Ivy was that kind of girl. I already knew Edward was going to drag Bella out the house to give us privacy which is what we needed. I hoped—no, I prayed—that she would forgive. I thought she was dead when I had gone to find her. It seemed that I had searched the whole globe twice before I finally gave up. I was absolutely ecstatic that I would get to see her, at least one more time before she left.

When we got to her house, I stood in the shadows at the edge of the forest, nervous as Hell. "Just go," Edward said reassuringly. I nodded scaling Bella's house up to her window, following Edward. I hovered just at the window sill before finally hoping in, silently. Ivy was looking away, distracting by a story Bella was talking about. Ivy saw Edward, asking him how he got in, he told him that she had just been so caught up in the story she hadn't noticed us. Ivy caught how he clued there was more than just him. She glanced behind her where I was standing in the corner, covered by a shadow.

Edward draped his arm over Bella's shoulder and led her out the room. I stared at Ivy, imprinting her image into my memory, and forgetting who Rosalie even was. I only saw Ivy. Her long brown hair that tumbled over her shoulders, her piercing green eyes that I remembered as my favorite feature about her and her body, long and lean. Her eyes were cold, green icicles something I had not remembered about them. I could hardly control myself, the need, the hunger, to reach out and touch her was horribly strong. This need propelled me a step towards her, out of the shadow. Nothing changed about her face as she examined me.

"Ivy," I breathed, advancing forward quicker. "Oh God, Ivy."

I found myself locked in an embraced, my arms around Ivy were stronger than chains, allowing her little escape chance or wiggle room. I had never forgotten how good she felt in my arms, but the real thing was so much better. I heard her cry out my name in surprise, but I ignored her. I laid her down gently on the bed, my body pressing into hers but allowing me to gaze into her face. "Emmet! Please!" she gasped but my ears were ringing with the need for her. I could suddenly empathize with Edward.

"Baby, I missed you," I started sobbing my dry sobs on her shoulder.

"I missed you too, Emmet," she murmured, rubbing my back soothingly.

"I won't leave you ever again, baby, I promise you. I love you so much," I promised. Her body stiffened against mine. I couldn't blame her. I had left her and suddenly I was confessing my love to her. But I wasn't going to let her go, not ever. Even if she hated me I would fulfill my promise. I would protect her.

"Emmet, please! Calm down and think for a moment!"

I was thinking, I was thinking only of her. It had been too long since I saw her, too long since I breathed her in and defiantly too long since I touched her. I calmed down enough, taking a deep breath and dragging myself off of her. I grabbed Ivy once more, slowly this time, and laid her on my lap, bridal style. She rested her head on my arm instinctively. Even that tiniest motion made my heart flutter. But I knew it wouldn't be long till she fired a million questions at me. I would lie for some of them, trying to be as truthful as I could, and then I could give her the truth. The question I really wanted to dodge was the question I knew she would ask first. I would try to distract her, thinking for words that would sooth her.

I traced her face gently with my finger, suddenly trying to take things slow so I wouldn't startle her which I had been able to do. She avoided my eyes and I knew that she always did that when she was hiding something. I remembered when she used to do that and I would always catch her, and I would usually demand her to tell me what was causing her to fret. She hated telling me but she eventually would.

She finally lifted herself from my grip, placing her hands on both of my shoulders and her knees on my thighs so she could look me straight in the eyes. "Why, Emmet?" she whispered, breaking my heart as her eyes showed pain. "Didn't you love me?" There it was. The questions that I was afraid she would ask. I reached up to stroke her cheek reassuringly but she flinched away, my dead heart cracking. She flinched again when I took her face into my hands but she allowed it, welcoming the agony.

"Yes," I answered her quietly, "I loved you so much and I still do."

"Stop it, Emmet," she lashed at. "Stop lying. You wouldn't have left me if you loved me. You got bored with me!" She sobbed, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Oh Ivy," I murmured soothingly. "Don't even think that, baby. Don't you dare even think that. I love you and that's why I had to leave. I know you don't understand now, but you will. I left you for you, it broke my heart to, Ivy. I even came back to find you but you weren't where you left us. I searched the whole world, tracking you—"

"Tracking?" Ivy interrupted, sniffling.

I quickly regained my composure, remembering we never told Ivy about us. "You know, trying to find you. I asked every body but no one seemed to have seen the prettiest girl in the world. Want to tell me where you were?"

"What does it matter? I'm here now." I knew she was dodging the question but I didn't push it.

"You can tell me anything," I informed her gently, pushing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. She was looking away now, escaping my gaze. There was something major she wasn't telling me, something that was hurting her.

"Ivy," I murmured.

She stepped away from me, taking three steps back. I hated the space between us, I missed the warmth that radiated off of her soft skin. "I don't want to talk about it,

Emmet."

"Well it's obviously hurting you, Ivy. You should be able to talk to me about it," I urge her, wanting to sooth her.

"Why? Because you just told me you love me after months of suffering when you left me?" she fumed. I let her yell out me, I took it all in. I stood up, approaching her.

"Let it out, baby. Tell me how much I hurt you. Tell me how much you hated me for leaving you. Scream at me baby. Tell me how I'm such a jerk for letting you fall." I could see her anger building up inside her, dying to be released. She started shaking, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"How could you leave me like that!?" she screeched, coming at me. "I thought you loved me! I trusted you! I was hurt more than you could imagine! Waiting for you to walk through my door and save me from those people! I loved you and I still do!" She started trusting her fists at my chest, I caught her wrists, scared she would hurt herself. She fell into me and I released her wrists, letting her wrap her arms around my waist.

"What people?" I whispered, stroking her hair. She just sobbed into my shoulder, refusing to tell me.

I was getting angrier the more she ignored the question. "What people, Ivy," I growled and she still didn't look at me. I grabbed her face between my strong hands, forcing her to look up at me. "Tell me what you are talking about Ivy."

She refused trying to back away from me but I refused to let her get away from my grip. "I don't want to talk about it, Emmet," she forced the words through my iron grip. She closed her eyes and leaned against me. "Please, Emmet, I don't want to talk about it."

I sighed, stroking her hair. "So you're staying with Bella while you're here."

"No."

I looked down at her hidden head. "Where are you staying then?"

"Anywhere I can," she sighed. She then looked up at me. "Actually Edward proposed I stay with you guys but I don't know. I rather find someplace myself. In the city or something—"

"Don't be ridiculous. I don't want you to go anywhere near that city alone. You'll stay with us and that's final. There are monsters in the city and I will not let you be a victim. I know about your notorious clubbing streak," I smiled at her.

"Rosalie is going to kill me," she muttered.

"I'll protect you, you're my one and only love."

She gave me a famous look that told me 'really?'. "I really rather find my own place. I can always visit you and you can always visit me."

"Nonsense. You are staying with us and that is final." I knew she couldn't deny the authority in my voice. "Come on, we have to tell everyone you're back!" She smiled at me, excepting my arms wrapping around her.

EPOV

I ran Bella to our meadow. She hoped off my back and laid in the tall grass. I laid on top of her so I was able to look her in the face. I reached my lips to her throat, pinning her hands above her head. Her breath and heart were already accelerating their pace. I traced her bottom lip with my tongue and then kissed her lips.

"Edward," she interrupted me.

"Yes, love."

"Did Emmet really love Ivy? I mean he has Rose."

I rolled over, pulling Bella on top of my chest. I started Emmet's story. "Emmet and Rose was physical love, nothing more. Without that concept they would have nothing. When we met Ivy he felt the love I felt for you, my Bella. He hardly knew what it was. He was trying to figure it out, what it was. He asked me how he could have love when he could hardly touch Ivy. We explained to him that it was true love. It didn't matter if he could hardly touch her in fear of breaking her. He didn't understand, all he did understand was he couldn't get her out of his head. Wherever she was he was there with her, he was her guardian. Of course we didn't know how to house a human, especially since she didn't know what we were, but we tried. Finally Emmet saw what he was doing to her. He was taking her away from the world she belongs. And just like I did with you he did with her. That's the shortest way to put it and I don't know if you want all the details."

"Will he break it off with Rose because she's back."

I sighed. "I hope. Rose doesn't give him half the satisfaction your sister fives him. Now where were we?" I rolled back on her. "Emmet loves her as much as I love you."

I ran my lips down her throat and onto her collar bone. I tilted her chin up ward, kissing right under it. "I'm glad Ivy came back. Now Emmet will be happy again."