Yet another chapter of Emma! :) I am putting Seth's Chance on hold as my writing muse has disappeared for the time on that so I have a lot more time to work on this. I will also hopefully be updating this on weekends every other week as I will not have internet access most of the time but more time to type because of school. I hope you enjoy. :)

Disclaimer:

Me: *sees papers saying "Rights to Twilight" floating in front of her* The rights to Twilight! Must have!

*As she grabs for them they disappear*

Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I still don't own Twilight.

"Just hang on." I felt lighter, and I knew I was going to die. The figure seemed to know this too as they kept on speaking to me, the sound of their voice sweet and familiar. "Hang on…"

"Emma? Emma?" I heard a voice calling me. At first I thought it was an angel and that I had gone to heaven and I wanted to smile. But wouldn't that angel sound happy and welcoming and not worried and relieved?

I slowly came to my senses, the smell of wolf, flowers, and chocolate barely noticeable. I could feel that my clothes felt way too loose to be my clothes and I thought I heard something beeping like one of those heart monitors. I opened my eyes slowly, peeking down at myself first. I was lying down in a white hospital cot, wearing one of those things they make you wear when you're there for any good length of time. The beeping must have been a heart monitor then.

"Emma? Are you awake?" The voice called again and I recognized it from the… incident that had evidently ended up with me in a hospital. It had been the one that had carried me and had come from the direction of those huge wolves. I wonder…

"Emma, you're awake aren't you?" I heard a smiling tone to the voice. I opened my eyes completely and turned my head slightly, feeling my neck protest. I looked upon my savior and was slightly surprised. It was Embry.

He smiled slightly more when our eyes met and my heart sped up slightly. The heart monitor gave me away when its beeping picked up in pace. I was never so glad to see someone as right now. He looked so… handsome and just plain hot. I smiled, feeling like I actually loved someone for the first time. Not that I hated John, it just was that I loved him as a parent, not like this. Embry had saved me from death because he cared about me.

"E-Embry!" My voice same out in a little stutter. "You-you saved me from that… thing. Thank you so much! I was sure I was a goner." I said a grateful and happy smile on my face. I felt a bit weak though so it was hard to maintain. "How long have I been out?"

He smiled again, relief clearly written on his features. "Amazingly it's only been a day. The doctor thought it was going to take you several days before you'd be anywhere close to this recovered."

I tried to keep a gasp of frustration back. This just showed that I was no normal human. At this thought I was reminded of my bracelet and hat. I could feel my bracelet tugging on my left wrist but where was my hat?! "Embry, do I still have my hat on?" I asked, though I doubted that the doctors would have kept it on my head.

"Yes, you do. John had come by and told them that your ears are sensitive to temperature so they kept it on just in case." He looked amused at this.

Relief flooded me. They still didn't know, thank goodness! I did not want to explain that yet. I was still curious about what had happened to me though. I remembered it all, probably due to my increased brain capacity and ability to heal.

"When can I get out of here?" I asked him, hoping he had some clue. I was worried about being in a hospital. I had never been in one before; my mom had given birth within our home and one note she had left me had told me to avoid hospitals and doctors at all costs. Not only were our ears different but supposedly we had more gene pairs than humans; I think it was 24 instead of the usual 23. Maybe our organs were different too? I didn't care about the specifics; I just wanted out of here.

Embry seemed to notice my unease and held my hand in his. I relaxed slightly, enjoying the feeling. "Last as I knew it they were going to let you go home once you had woken up." He said, smiling at me. "You really want to get out of here don't you?"

I smiled back. I couldn't help it; his smiles were infectious. "Yep," I replied, "I've never been in a hospital before and frankly it's freaking me out."

"Don't worry," Embry said, "I think Dr. Cullen should be in here soo-" He was cut off by the door to the room opening and a very hot doctor walked in. I could tell this was Dr. Cullen; his skin was pale and he shared the same eyes as the other Cullens. Frankly I felt a bit scared and yet reassured at the same time; not a very fun feeling.

"Hello Miss Lake." He said, looking at me. He looked at a clipboard in his hands before checking my pulse and some other things. I observed him and noticed that he was abnormally still. Humans tended to move constantly if not twitch at times. Their bodies demanded it. I tended to be like humans in that sense, moving a good amount of time. Embry and the other Native American foster kids tended to move a bit more fluidly but moved none the less. The Cullens, however, lacked excessive motion mostly. I would occasionally see one cross a leg or shift their weight but it seemed more conscious than normal. The movements they did make were even more graceful than the Native Americans. All it did was peak my curiosity which for me seemed to be a bit dangerous seeing as my depression and other weird moods ended up with me in this hospital.

I shivered out of fear, for some reason being reminded of Porter. He had that same grace too…

"Emma? Are you alright? You're shaking." Embry's voice broke me out of my sudden terror attack and I smiled at him gratefully. His frown of concern turned upside down when he saw my replying smile. I realized that my breathing had escalated and that the heart machine had gone crazy so I did my best to calm down which amazingly with Embry there wasn't too hard.

"Hmm…" Dr. Cullen said to himself thoughtfully. He looked to the monitor and then to me, seeming to try to analyze me. "Your heart rate is slower than most people. I've never seen that before. I think physically though that you are fine and so you may go. I have talked to your guardian already and he is outside the room waiting for you." He gave me a smile. Luckily that was nothing like-

I heard the heart monitor pick up just a hint and so I diverted my mind from that train of thought. I did not want to tip either person in this room to what I had witnessed. I had a hunch that one, if not both, were involved and I thought that if I played dumb about it that they might slip up. All I needed was some proof.

"Great!" I said, excited about leaving this hospital. I tried to get up to find that I had wires connected all over me. "Umm, some help please?" I asked, feeling a little silly. Whatever they gave me must have messed with my head as I wasn't thinking as well as I usually did and I still felt a little groggy.

Dr. Cullen chuckled slightly before carefully pulling wires and such off of me. He avoided touching my skin which only made me more suspicious. He finished and backed off, giving me a smile again. "Have a nice day Miss Lake."

I half grumbled, half said a "Goodbye" to him in return as I left the room. I almost reached the door when I felt a hot hand on my shoulder. I looked over to see Embry looking down on me and smiling.

"I'll see you later Emma. Stay safe." Then he leaned down and gave me a small kiss on my forehead. I blushed, stuttering a "See you later too" to him before stumbling out of the door into the hallway outside of the room. I almost never stumbled like that! How could one boy that I was—sigh—completely infatuated if not in love with do that to me, an elf?

"Emma!" I almost jumped into the air when I heard another familiar voice speak up from behind me. I turned to see John. He was smiling but it appeared slightly forced. He seemed a bit… off. I sniffed the air and recognized… bear?! I smiled too, mine faked too. He was involved in this too! I would have to get questions out of him while we drove home.

"John!" I said in return, acting excited and hugging him. He seemed a bit surprised—we didn't usually hug—but I got one of the things I wanted to figure out from that. His skin was abnormally warm. He hugged me slightly but backed off quickly. "Can we go home now?" I said with real enthusiasm this time. I would be overjoyed once I got out of this place.

"Of course. Come on; I've already checked you out and all you have to do is change." He held up a pile of clothes in his hand. I grabbed them gratefully before turning towards a sign that clearly said "Changing area". I changed quickly, pulling on the dark blue jeans, blue shirt and green sweatshirt. A pair of my flip flops that I never wore were in the pile so I put them on my bare feet. I put my hospital gown in a basket that said "linens" and turned towards my foster parent.

That's when I realized my necklace was missing. I felt through my pockets furiously but there was no sign of it. My hat and bracelet were still with me though.

"Looking for this?" John said, looking at my crazy searching. He pulled my necklace out of his pocket and held it out to me. I snagged it, fastening it once again around my neck.

"So," He started as we finally got out of the hospital and to his truck. "Why do you always wear that bracelet and necklace of yours? When the doctors tried to remove your bracelet you kept on hitting them saying something along the lines of "I like my freedom". You were supposed to be unconscious and suddenly you started acting that way!" He opened his door and unlocked mine as he hopped in. I scrambled onto the seat, still feeling a bit off normal.

John waited a couple of minutes until we were off hospital grounds before speaking again. "What are you hiding Emma? For years I've noticed your eating habits. At first you ate tons of food and didn't appear to gain a pound. Then you ate very little and you didn't seem to lose a pound either! You seem to get depressed when you walk through snow, you always wear that hat too, and you shut yourself in your room sometimes and won't let me in! You are hiding something and I know it. Why won't you tell me?" He looked over at me, frustration clear on his features, before turning his gaze back to the slightly whitened road.

I sighed in frustration. I had thought that I had been hiding that well too! "You're hiding something too and don't tell me otherwise. I don't know what-" That part was a lie as I had a very clear idea of what he was hiding- "but I am determined to find out. Once you tell me what I want to know I will tell you what I'm hiding." I leaned back against the seat, satisfied that my secret wouldn't be revealed today. I was sure John wouldn't spill the beans about what he was either.

"Fine." He said, staring at the road. His hands shook slightly against the steering wheel as we drove steadily home. We arrived fifteen minutes later and I made sure to hop out quickly. I didn't want to give him any opportunities to try and look in my room. I still had some of my mother's notes to me in different places and I didn't want him to find them. Not that he was a bad person; quite the contrary. It was just the fact that I had never told anyone my secret and I didn't want to start now. Who knows how he would react?

I yanked open the door to my room to find it in the same condition as it had been. I suddenly felt my exhaustion and so flunked myself down on my soft bed, throwing off my flip flops, and felt myself drift off into a deep sleep that I hadn't really had in a while…

Rustle. I felt myself slowly coming to consciousness and at first thought I was in a forest with leaves moving ever so slightly. Rustle rustle. There was that sound again but I wasn't so sure if I was in a forest. The ground felt too soft beneath me… Then in a rush all my sense and senses returned to me. Those drugs the doctors had given me must have affected me more than I had thought.

I opened my eyes quickly to see my room before my eyes. It seemed almost normal except there was something different. I sat up, looking around, and finally it dawned on me. That noise hadn't been leaves, it had been papers!

I stood up, hair whipping around as I looked quickly around my room. My jewelry box was open on my dresser but nothing else seemed different. I could hear John's faint snores coming from his room nearby and so that possibility was eliminated. I walked over to the box and peered inside. As I feared my notes from my mother were gone.

Feeling defeated, I inhaled, ready to give a snort of failure. I stopped though when a strange smell hit my nose. Was that strawberries and something sweetish? I froze, listening. All was silent for a moment except for John's snores. Then I heard a slight intake of breath that did not originate from me. I listened for a moment more, locating their source, before very quickly sweeping my sheets that were covering the bottom section of my bed frame aside and looking underneath.

I sighed angrily at who I spotted underneath there with my notes in hand. "Nessie, get out from under there now." I said, backing up a bit. I was annoyed that someone had gotten past me into my room. She would have had no trouble getting into the house as the door was unlocked but I should have been able to tell if someone entered my room. Obviously those drugs were a little too strong for me. Yet another reason to avoid a hospital.

She slid out, blushing slightly in embarrassment. It was obvious that she had not planned on being caught. She stood up and brushed dust bunnies off her clothes which looked designer as usual before looking at me.

I looked back at her, waiting quietly for her response. We were like this for a couple of minutes before she finally gave way with a quiet sigh. "I didn't realize all the secrets you held." She looked down to my papers.

"Did you read all of them?" I asked, slightly annoyed, mad, and curious at the same time. If she had I couldn't hide anything from her—at least the basics of what I was. That was all in there.

She nodded in response, blush still vivid against her pale cheeks. "I never expected there was more of the supernatural than-" She cut herself off, looking around my room quickly with panic on her features. "Is anyone else here other than your foster parent? I can't tell."

I listened and looked around closely but didn't notice anything else. "No."

"Good." She said. Nessie stepped closer to me, putting her mouth by my ear. She whispered, "Well, since I know your secret my elfin friend," I took in an expected gasp. I knew this was coming but it was still shocking to hear. "You should know mine and my family's. I'm half vampire and they're vampires."

I leapt up in surprise, shock clear on my features. I didn't go too high though as Nessie held me down as she furiously whispered to me, "Calm down! They only drink animal blood unlike the one you bumped into… We're not the only ones different in my family. The Quileutes'," I calmed down and immediately guessed that by Quileute she meant the Native Americans, "Are shape shifters. They change into large wolves as you probably saw that one eventful day." I nodded as a confirmation.

"I, however, have no clue who the bears were. Edward wasn't close enough to tell from their thoughts-" She was cut off by my freaking out again. A vampire could read my thoughts?!

Nessie seemed to be able to tell what I was freaking out about and reassured me. "He can read minds but he says that yours is unique. Bella's is impossible to read unless she lets him—she has a mental shield of sorts—but yours, in his words, is like a thick fog. He stumbles upon thoughts sometimes but he can't find them easily. He did say he 'heard' something along the lines of 'elfish' from your head but couldn't be sure that it wasn't from some book you read."

She let a small smile come upon her face. "He actually didn't tell anyone but Bella until yesterday morning when he asked me to look for anything that could tell us something about you. I'm not usually a criminal but admittantly I was curious. Either way some of the other vampires in our "family" have abilities too. Alice can see the future and Jasper can control and feel others' emotions. I can also do something which is showing someone something by touching them." She now grinned. "We're quite the family aren't we?"

I couldn't help it. I laughed. It just sounded so strange that she could act like a group of vampires that drank animal blood with shape shifters mixed in was normal. To think that I had thought before that just me being in a family made them abnormal.

After a few minutes I was able to stop my partially crazy laughter and looked back to Nessie. She was giggling too. I guessed that she agreed with me in some aspect. We both were smiling and I knew that she had intended for the added humor in there.

"So," I said after we stopped laughing, "What now? Are you going to tell-"

I was cut off by a low growl coming from behind me. Nessie's face was now one of slight horror and curiosity. I turned around to see a very noticeably seething John glaring at the two of us. "What did I tell you about the Cullens?!" Another growl ripped out of his throat and he was visibly shaking now.

"Calm down John! Nessie is a friend of mine and she's perfectly fine thank you very much!" I felt my temper snap a little in annoyance. Why was he growling like that? It was not too unlike what I had heard that one day…

"She's a sadistic killer!" He yelled, his temper flaring even more. He was gripping the framing of my door but it didn't help his shaking. Instead it had only increased in intensity. "She's a stinking leech!!"

I was about to yell back at him, temper slightly getting to my head also, when Nessie interrupted. "Don't provoke him!" She whispered furiously. "I think he's like the Quileutes and if he gets too mad he'll—well—explode."

"AND I'LL EXPLODE AT YOU LEECH! NOW DIE FOR NOT LEAVING EMMA ALONE BLOODSUCKER!!" John's voice was booming loud and furious as he yelled and at that moment he did, in a way, explode. His frame expanded as he almost instantly changed into a white bear…

My eyes widened in shock as he roared at Nessie who was now appearing very frightened. "Run Nessie run!" I yelled, noting that she seemed frozen in shock. She didn't move though as John or the bear, whatever he was, turned in her direction. I then took her escape into my own hands, throwing the window open with telekinesis and throwing her—gently—out the window.

I heard another roar, this time of frustration, and saw that the bear was aiming for me now. I could tell that in his loss of self control John had lost himself for the moment and polar bears get mad fast…

Cliffy! Mwahahahah!! I am evil. :D I am also a bit crazy as is evident sometimes… :P Anyway, I've finally finished this chapter! Yay. :) Now for those who are wondering John usually does not act like another Paul. He's just a bit stressed and I become a monster myself when I am annoyed and stressed. I hoped you all liked it. Don't forget to press the special button us fanfiction authors love that says review! Thanks. :)