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~EMPOV~

The heat was so intense. It was worse than standing next to one of those giant bonfires they had down at the beach.

Except this bonfire was in the pits of hell and I was standing, smack dab in the middle of it.

Maybe I am in hell.

I couldn't breathe. I felt like someone was holding me down, keeping me in this fire.

I tried to break free, but every time I thought I'd had enough strength, the pressure on my body got heavier.

I had given up and just accepted the fact that I was in hell and that I was going to spend the rest of eternity, burning.

That part was easy, that I could handle. It was the hallucinations that were ripping me apart.

It was always Rosie, soft and sweet. Whispering in my ear how much she loved me and how sorry she was. I don't know why she was sorry, but she kept saying it over and over again.

Then, the delusions got worse. Not only did I hear Rose, but I saw her too, only for a moment, but it was enough to torment me.

And just when I thought this hell couldn't get any worse, everything went black.

The pain stopped and I no longer felt like I was burning up. I wasn't cold either though.

I couldn't breathe, but strangely enough, I didn't feel like I needed to.

I should have been a panic attack because I was never a big fan of that closed up feeling and my heart should be beating out of my chest right now.

Wait…my heart. Not only was it not about to burst through my ribcage, but it wasn't beating at all.

Weirder still, I could 'feel' that I wasn't alone.

I sensed three others with me, a male and two females, but I could only hear the male and one of the females.

Slowly I cracked my eyes open. Where am I?

I was lying on the floor of some dilapidated shack.

Immediately I saw my Rosie. God, she was even more beautiful than I'd remembered.

I wanted to leap off of the floor and bury my face in her hair, but I was afraid that this was just a new level of hell because she didn't seem to know I was down here.

My eyes drifted to the male that was lying on my legs. He and Rosalie were focused on the unknown female crouching over me.

I looked up and was met by a set of soft amber eyes and a warm smile.

"Hello, Emmett, welcome to our family," she said. Her voice was so much like Rosalie and her sister's, melodic and sweet.

Rosalie's head snapped in my direction.

She sees me.

Her beautiful red lips spread into the most wonderful smile. "Of course I see you."

The sound of her voice caused a chain reaction. I gasped, inhaling for the first time in about the last ten minutes.

So many scents and flavors swirled in the air.

I could smell and taste the forest dust churning in the dank cottage and the clean hospital-like air that came off of the male. A lingering scent of my brother Edward mixed with vomit and another female, which I assumed was Bella, to my left. The warm flavor that wafted off of the female that spoke to me; it reminded me of apple pie and my mother. And Rosalie, a sweet floral aroma, a spring garden in the sunlight right after a good rain and all of the flowers were still wet and sparkling in the sun.

I heard the heartbeats of the birds that sat in the trees and the sounds of the bugs crawling and munching within the wood of the old abandoned house.

Before I could stop the motion I was up off the floor and had my arms around Rosalie with my hands buried deep in her fragrant hair.

"Emmett, baby, you're hurting me," she said, trying to move out from under my grip.

I released her without a thought. "I'm sorry, Rosie, I…"

My voice, at least I think it was my voice. I looked around at the two others in the small room

Who are they?

"These are my parents, Esme," Rose said, gesturing to the caramel haired woman, "and Carlisle."

"How…?" was all I was able to get out.

Jeeze, am I ever going to get used to this voice?

"Before you know it," Rosalie said with a giggle.

What is happening to me? Why am I so thirsty? Or am I hungry?

Rosalie sighed.

Did she hear me?

"Don't be afraid, Emmett, you may speak your mind with us," Esme said.

I turned to see that warm smile again. I couldn't remember the last time a smile touched my heart this way.

No, that was a lie, I remembered all too well the last time a smile warmed me like this, my mom.

"He's wondering what's happening, if he's hungry or thirsty and if he'll ever get used to the sound of his voice." She turned to the woman, Esme. "And you remind him of his mother when you smile," Rose said as her hand stroked my cheek; her skin wasn't hard and cold anymore. It was warm and soft.

"I need a drink," I said quietly. "I want…I want…"

What do I want? Something warm, tangy, sweet and salty, I wanted…

"Blood, my dear, you want blood."

Esme's words echoed in my head. Blood. How could I want blood?

"What do you remember?" Esme asked.

Remember? Pain, fire, darkness, that is what I remember.

Rosalie winced as I thought about my memories.

"Can you hear me?" I asked.

"Yes," Rose said quietly.

"How?"

"Our kind is gifted," Esme said. "Rosalie, for example can read minds, sweet Alice can see the future and darling Bella can project into minds."

"Your kind?"

"We're vampires, and you are one of our kind now," Esme said.

Well that would explain the whole wanting to drink blood thing.

I ran my tongue over my teeth and I thought I was being discrete.

"No fangs," Carlisle chuckled with a big toothy grin. "That's a myth, along with just about everything you've ever learned about vampires from books and movies. With the exception of being immortal and drinking blood, of course, those two facts are very true."

"Blood," I said quietly to myself. The thought of drinking blood should freak me the hell out, but right now I would give my left nut for a nice big glass of the stuff.

"You have options, Emmett," Esme said, laying a gentle hand on my shoulder. "You do need blood to survive, but our family does not partake in the consumption of human blood, we choose to abstain from that practice and only drink from animals."

"Phew," I breathed a sigh of relief. "I was a little worried there that I might wind up taking a bite out of my dad or one of my brothers."

Everyone got very quiet and I noticed them looking back and forth at each other.

"Are you serious, I thought you said I had options?"

"You do, the urge will always be there," Esme explained, "but I can help you with that, if you are willing."

"I'm sorry, Emmett," Rosalie said, looking down at the floor.

I curled my finger under her chin and tilted her face up to mine. "Rosie baby, why are you sorry?"

"I did this to you," she said quietly. "I…I was the one that bit you."

Suddenly, everything came back to me. The alcohol, Rosie's panties in my lap, the best sex I'd ever had in my entire life and what I'd said to her afterward.

I don't even know why I'd said that, I guess on some basic level I knew what she really was and this was my subconscious giving her permission.

I knew she'd heard the thoughts in my head, but this was something that bore verbal repeating.

"Take me, Rosalie. I'm yours forever, just take me," I said, brushing my thumb across her bottom lip. "I believe I asked for this babe," I said with a chuckle and a smile.

Her arms were around my neck and her lips were pressed to mine so fast I hardly saw her move. Her sweet flavor was even better than it was when I was a human. If kissing her was this much better now, I could only imagine what making love to her would be like.

With a growl I hauled her body closer, pressing myself against the wet heat that radiated out of her core.

The sound of Esme clearing her throat broke me out of the spell.

Faster than I knew I could even move, I picked Rosalie up and set her back down next to me and clasped her hand in mine. "Sorry, I forgot your parents were here for a second," I muttered quietly.

"So," I said, slapped my big hands together. The force of my two hands meeting caused the walls of the little rundown cottage to rattle. Cool. "What's this about options and being willing? Cause I'm eight shades of willing and I'm all about options baby!"

"Lovely," Esme said with a smile. "Shall we then?"

Stepping outside the cottage, Rosalie took my hand and we ran. The wind whipped around me and the trees blew by in a blur. This was so cool. I could totally do this whole vampire thing.

We ran for about ten minutes when we stopped just outside a clearing where a heard of elk grazing lazily.

"Just watch me," Rosalie winked as she sprang forward, grabbing one of the males and sinking her teeth into the fur on its neck before the creature even knew what was happening.

Watching Rosie take down that elk was possibly the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

After she'd drained the beast she bounced back to my side. "Now it's your turn," she said. "Just close your eyes and let your instinct tell you what to do."

I assessed the herd like I did when I went hunting with my dad and brothers. I took a deep breath and let the predator that I'd become to take over. I opened my eyes and sailed through the air before the elk's instinct that danger was near hit him. Once I was far enough from the rest of its herd I sank my teeth into its throat and took a deep pull of blood.

I coughed and choked on the liquid.

"What's wrong?" Rose asked as she appeared at my side.

"It doesn't taste right, it reminds me of…Brussels sprouts," I said, trying to swallow back the taste.

"I know it doesn't taste the best, but this herd was closest and starting to get too large. We try to follow what game needs controlling," she explained.

I tried not to wrinkle my nose as I muscled down the rest of the blood.

Okay, it wasn't as bad as Brussels sprouts and by the time I was finished it wasn't all that bad. But it wasn't great either.

I gently laid the carcass on the forest floor for nature's scavengers to have at it the remains.

"You care for your kill, that is a noble trait," Esme said with a smile, watching me with Carlisle and Rose just beyond the trees. She stepped out of the trees, followed closely by Carlisle.

"Predators have a better flavor, but they are not always readily available. That is why we chose to start you with what will most likely be your main staple the majority of the time, are you willing to lead this lifestyle?" Carlisle asked.

"Yes sir, anything to be with my Rosie."

Esme took my hand in both of hers, held it to her chest and closed her eyes for a moment. "Now I can share my gift with you," she smiled up at me.

"You must understand that, as vampires, it is in our nature to crave human blood. That I cannot change, but I can help to ease it. I can plant a seed in your mind that helps you suppress our natural urge, but know that the need for human blood is so strong it will take still take a great deal of effort on your part to stay in control," Esme explained. "You're willingness to this way of life and your true and gentle soul will help root the desire to refrain."

With that, Esme placed a hand on either side of my face and bent my forehead to hers.

~BPOV~

Did Edward just ask me to bite him? Surely I wasn't hearing him properly, even though I had more than perfect hearing, I had the ears of a vampire for God sake.

He turned in the bath to face me, sloshing the water over the side in the process. His eyes were so sincere, how could I refuse? Not to mention he was still sitting in that damn tub, wet and naked. He looked so tempting; I can't believe I haven't bitten him yet.

The venom pooled in my mouth as I watched his sinewy muscles glisten as they rolled under his skin. He was absolute perfection by human standards and near perfect by vampire ones. I swallowed back the liquid that filled my mouth.

Before I could stop myself I was in the tub with him, splashing more water out onto the floor and bringing my lips to his in a fevered need to taste him.

His blood sang in his veins as his heartbeat raced. I flicked my tongue over the pulse in his throat.

Would this be so difficult?

He turned his head and arched his neck against my mouth as he brought my wrist up to his lips. His warm tongue laved from one end of my mark to the other, sending a shudder through my body.

I tried to move into a better position, but the bathtub was too confining. I gripped his body and, moving with vampire speed, took us to the bed before he could blink. If I was going do this I would do it properly.

He blinked at me a few times from the center of the bed, probably wondering how he'd gotten there.

"Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?" I asked, standing at the end of the bed.

"Yes," he said, without any hesitation.

"It's going to hurt, Edward. You were inside Emmett's head and saw what it was like, you felt it."

He crawled across the bed and standing to his knees before me, cradled my face in his warm hands.

"It's hard enough, in this world, to find someone that you want to grow old with, let alone someone you want to spend the rest of eternity with."

I thought back to my own transformation, what I could remember of it anyway. Esme turned me out of love, a mother's love.

I would turn Edward out of love, a very different kind of love.

"Lay down," I said quietly and watched while he settled himself on the bed.

I stripped my clothes off before I lay down next to him on the bed. It seemed the fitting thing to do. I was flying by the seat of my proverbial pants here so I was just going with what felt right and laying naked with Edward felt all kinds of right.

"What do I need to do?" he asked, looking over my body and licking his lips in anticipation.

"I don't know," I chuckled nervously. "I've never done this before."

The realization hit me then.

Jesus, I'd never done this before, nor have I even seen it done.

I was the youngest member of the family. The only person I'd even seen going through the change was Emmett and from what I could gather, it was far from normal.

What was I thinking? I can't do this.

I sat up and ran my hands through my hair.

"Bella?" he asked.

"I'm not so sure about this right now, Edward," I said. The more I thought about this, the more agitated I became. "What if something goes wrong? I couldn't bear to live with myself if I hurt you or….or…" killed you.

"I trust you," he said, sitting up with me and running his hand up my back.

"Edward…"

"You've nearly bitten me before right?" His fingers danced up my spine and curled and twirled around a lock of my hair as he leaned in, breathing his hot breath against my cold skin. "Just let it happen," he whispered.

"I'm afraid…what if I can't stop?"

His hand moved down my arm and his thumb started to stroke my scar. "I trust you," he repeated, bringing my wrist up to his mouth. He brushed his lips across along the crescent shape that branded my flesh. "I want you to mark me like this," he whispered as he placed slow, open mouthed kisses along my skin.

My lip twitched, my jaw quivered and venom flowed down my throat.

I pulled Edward's arm across my body, careful not to rip his arm out of the socket, and turned his wrist toward my mouth.

I heard Edward's breath catch, there was an ever so slight tinge of fear in the air and I'd be lying if I said that it didn't excite the beast within me.

I looked up into his beautiful green eyes for the last time.

Tell me to stop.

"Please," he said, pressing his wrist to my lips.

A cool hissing sound bubbled out of me as my lips peeled back and my mouth opened.

I'd never bitten a human before.

My teeth sank into his skin and I was struck with the memory of biting into a juicy peach.

Warm blood flowed and my eyes fluttered in my head at the flavor.

I didn't dare suck as much as my instinct screamed at me to do so but my throat flexed, swallowing involuntarily.

I let the venom pool in my mouth for a moment and then forced it back into the open wound.

He gasped and his body jerked.

I released him immediately.

"Jesus," he muttered as he curled his body around his wrist, like a wounded animal, his eyes wide with panic and fear.

Dear God, what have I done?

Chapter End Notes:

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