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Samantha Whitlock- Girls in Dresses
Inside the Cullen's house was amazing, it was so bright and so open, even in the night it seemed to have a certain shine about it. From my first visit inside the Cullen's house I hadn't got the time to really look at the house, though now, I could observe everything. The staircase dominated the west side of the room, and to the south side was a wall entirely made of glass. The walls, ceiling and carpet were all varying colours of whites. The furniture was very attractive, though I was having a hard time imagining why they would need it, though I guessed I would find out in all good time.
Their piano caught my eye, it was so spectacular, in my travels I had played on various pianos though none like this. Jasper had hold of my hand and still not wanting to let go of him I wandered over to the piano. I could feel everyone's gaze on me, though I ignored them. I sat down on the piano bench, and ran my marble fingers across the keys. The sound filled the room, from bass to treble. It was in perfect tuning, not a note out of place, the harmony of it was beautiful. Gently I let go of Jasper's hand and he moved back a few steps next to where Alice was standing. I let my fingers run across the keys again, though in practiced movements. I played my favourite song, it sounded so happy, it was Carla's favourite, she also being someone who was very happy. Everyone seemed to listen as I played, when I finished, I could hear someone clapping, it was Carla.
I faced her and rolled my eyes, she always acted like that when I played the piano, though I wasn't that good, it was only a pastime that I had grown to love.
Alice gasped, and whipped my head to look at her, though she wasn't looking at me, but at Carla.
"What did you do?" Alice asked Carla breathlessly.
Carla looked down at her body and then back up to Alice clueless, she was so oblivious sometimes.
"What do you mean, what did I do?" Carla asked Alice frustrated; she hadn't not knowing things though she wouldn't care if Alice was going on about what I thought she was going on about.
"Your clothes, they are absolutely destroyed," Alice looked over to me and relaxed a little.
My clothes were still in hideous condition, but nothing like Carla's, hers were a whole different story. As I suspected Carla didn't have a care in the world about her clothes, though Alice obviously did, I was liking her more and more.
"I have another Bella on my hands," Alice groaned, and Bella hissed quietly.
I laughed and every turned to look at me, Carla face was soft as if she enjoyed watching me be happy, well I defiantly enjoyed being happy. Just what was happening was so relaxing and peaceful, it was like we were already part of the family.
Alice flashed to Carla's side and I took a step towards them, Carla flinched back in surprise, though all Alice did was wrap her tiny hand around Carla's wrist.
"You're coming with me," She told her darkly, "Samantha, you too," I smiled at her and went to Carla's side.
Carla groaned and moaned as we started to walk, I had just took a step forward when I realized Carla and Alice hadn't moved. Carla was standing so still, she wasn't planning on moving, though I planned to move her.
"She always does this, fashion isn't her thing, it's something she's made me do by myself for the past 150 years," I grumbled to Alice, explaining the immobile vampire.
I swerved around so fast not even a vampire couldn't seen me do it, and clasped onto Carla's other wrist.
"Now Alice, where were you planning to go," I asked her, not looking at carla's enraged face.
Alice trilled a laugh, it was joined in by Esme and Bella, I could feel the rest of them watching us, though all moving to various points in the house.
"To my room, Rosalie, Esme, Renesmee, Bella, you girls come with us, we'll all dress up," Alice seemed so cheered by the idea, and so was I, I finally had someone to play with, well in the fashion sense anyway.
It ended up being me and Alice dragging Carla, along with Bella and Esme, though Rosalie had told us that she wanted to work on her car, and had stomped off. Renesmee had said something about going to see a friend, though the way she said it, it sounded like more than just a friendship.
Alice lead us up the huge twirling staircase and onto the second level of the house, where it lead into a huge bedroom, one of the biggest I had seen.
We plunked Carla on the bed, and then I watched to see if she would move, and she glared back at me.
"If you move, I will find you in a flash, literally," I beamed a smile at her along with my threat. She glared past me and crossed her arms across her chest.
In approval I patted her head, and went to stand near Alice, she was gazing into a closet of clothes, no closet was a understatement, more like a whole other room of clothes.
I laughed in pure excitement, too think Alice enjoyed clothes this much, I would have an eternal shopping buddy.
"First we have to clean you too up," She told us with a smile on her face, "Esme, do you going into my powder room and fetching some wet cloths.
Powder rooms? What would they need them for, it wasn't like they needed human necessities, though oh well, we would find out in all good time.
Bella moved to a seat in the corner of the room and watched everything quietly, as she was avoiding the attention, I could've bet any price that Carla wished to be her.
Esme came back through the door with a pile of wet cloths, the way she moved was so gentle, so graceful, and how she looked at everyone was so kind. I felt I would grow to like her very much, along with everyone in the vampire family.
Esme went over to Carla and began wiping the dirt from her face and arms and everywhere, since it was everywhere on her. I picked up a cloth and wiped away the dirt on me and Alice went into the closet room of clothes. Once I was finished I went over to the mirror to check I had got everything. When I looked at myself I found leaves in my hair, and was horrified. I plucked them out quickly, then finding a bush, I combed my hair until it was like silk.
Alice repapered into the room with to extravagant dresses, one a pastel baby pink, the other a fiery red.
"You've got to be kidding me, I am not wearing that, Sam I will hurt you," She threatened me, though I didn't care.
Alice and I moved in on her and she got up and backed away, though she wasn't going anywhere.
I pounced on her, landing on her back and pinning her to the ground, she snarled in response.
"You're not going anywhere!" I trilled a laugh and Carla struggled for a moment though then gave up.
"Which dress should she wear?" Alice mused.
"Red," Esme, Bella, Alice and I all said at the same time, Carla frowned in response, and Alice and I laughed.
"You two together are like monsters," Carla stated as Alice and I moved closer.
"Take off your clothes, while I fetch you some sexy underwear," Alice giggled then disappeared.
Carla begrudgingly went into the powder room to change; Alice came back and chucked the underwear in to her. A few moments later, Carla came out it red silk underwear, and I laughed at her expression.
"You are evil Sam," Carla muttered as I walked towards her with the red dress.
"Arms up," I told her and she did so.
I helped her put the beautiful red silk dress on, and once she had it on she looked ravishing.
Her hair needed fixing, though Alice was already on it, she fetched the brush that I had used and began removing leaves and combing her hair in quick swift movements.
Carla's hair was just shorter than mine, and it looked perfect in a loose bun from my memories so I scouted the room for a hair tie.
Bella seemed to be amused by the whole situation and once I did Carla's hair she spoke for the first time since entering the room.
"Your Alice's new victim, how does it feel?" Bella teased Carla, she must have been the previous victim, judging form her tone of voice.
"Just great, thanks, I couldn't imagine anything better," Carla retorted back, with thick sarcasm in her voice.
Bella giggled, and silently left the room, probably trying to escape, something Carla obviously wished she could do.
Once Carla was all dressed up I went into the powder room and changed into my pink lace underwear. Once I changed into them I looked at the bathroom, it looked exactly like a human bathroom, toilet, shower everything, though so much larger.
I walked out in my underwear just as Carla had, Esme passed me the pink silk dress I was to wear. When I held it, it was so beautiful, so soft, it felt so nice slipping it over my marble skin.
I didn't change my hair, since Esme and Alice told me my hair looked fine like it was and I did as they wanted. Carla sat in the chair where Bella had been and looked very frustrated, this was not her idea of fun.
"One more thing," Alice told us and dashed from the room.
She came back, wearing a dress of her own, which was a rich purple colour, and fitted her perfectly. She was also holding three pairs of stilettos, and I dashed to her, too excited not to stand still.
The shoes she gave me were shining pink, a pink the same colour as my dress, I slipped them on and gazed at my foot. They were beautiful, I felt wonderful in my outfit
Carla's shoes were not as high as mine, at the were a simple red shoe design, they suited Carla's outfit perfectly, and she seemed a little impressed by them.
Alice wore purple flats that were also the same colour as her dress, she smiled at her feet then at me.
"We are going to have so much fun together," Alice told me and I beamed at her.
"I'm not doing this again, not for a long time," Carla told us bluntly.
"You girls look amazing," Esme told us softly, smiling at Carla.
We headed downstairs and Emmett wolf whistled at us, Carla scowled at him and looked as if she wanted to punch something or him.
Jasper came to Alice and my side, holding each of our hands, Edward and Bella were in the middle of a chess game and Carlisle and Rosalie were watching their huge television.
I watched Bella and Edward's game intrigued, I hadn't played chess since before I was human. I so wanted to play.
"You can play, Bella know I'll win," He smiled at Bella, she seemed as if she could've blushed.
"He cheats!" Emmett shouted at me from where he was talking to Carla.
Alice had gone to a computer with many screens and Jasper had gone to the television with Rosalie and Carlisle. He was watching me the whole time though, only barley looking at the screen. Bella got up from her seat and I took her place, and she went over to join in on the conversation with Emmett and Carla, who seemed to be talking about something along the lines of who was stronger.
"So you cheat, mind reader," I told Edward, knowing that it would be a fact.
He laughed at me and moved his first piece, moved mine after him. He had me in checkmate after 3 moves and I felt a surge of frustration from losing.
"Again," I told him bluntly.
He moved his first piece, I had thought of a strategy for a bit, though he must've been letting me get the upper hand, because I was in check-mate again. This happened again and again, we must've been playing for hours, though I finally gave up.
"Argh, I can't win! You are a cheater, I want to verse you in something you can't read my mind how to win," I said, feeling beyond frustrated.
I started to think of sports and then he shook his head as if to mean that he could win at that too. I thought through more but he kept shaking his head.
"Aha! A race, I will definitely beat you at a race," I laughed at the thought of seeing him when he lost, it would be priceless.
He smiled as if he thought he would win that to and I tried very hard not to think of how fast I could go, I would leave that as a surprise. We continued the night in the same way, I versed Emmett and won against him though I versed Jasper and lost against him, he was good. Just as sunrise, renesmee returned and Carla and I looked at her suspiciously.
It was quiet for a bit when I heard Carla sequel, all the heads in the room whipped to look at her, and she was looking and pointing at Emmett.
"You! I have a battle to settle with you," Saying this she leaped from where she was sitting and Emmett leaped up also.
"Bring it, midget," Emmett egged her on, oh how much they were alike.
I had been in the middle of a chess game with Carlisle when I saw both of them dash from the house and towards the river.
Everyone stood up and followed them without saying a word, Alice ran next to me along with Jasper. We got to where Emmett and Carla were, they were in a clearing just a little way away from the river. In their hunting stances they had started to circle each other.
I leaped into a branch above me and jasper and Alice jumped into the same tree. I swung my legs up so I was able to lean against the trunk of the tree, I looked sideways to where Emmett and Carla were circling each other.
Everyone had decided to perch themselves in trees, and as I watched them watch Carla and Emmett, it occurred to me. That this was going to be one of the most interesting and humorous battles to watch in my existence.
Carla Mansfield- "I couldn't do it."
I stared at Emmett across the small clearing. He was no more than 10 meters away at the most, both of us watching each other from the furthest point our small arena would allow. I was very much aware, a lot more than one should be in a battle, of the vampires crouched in the trees around me. I could almost feel their stares trained on my back and boring into my eyes, though I did not lift mine to meet their gaze. I had a show to put on, one that was sure not to disappoint.
I was after all the center of attention, the lime light was all mine, and being in the spot light was what I liked best. This was a fight no one would soon forget. Call me over confident if you want, but that wasn't it. I had no illusions that this would be easy. Emmett was strong, stronger than me, and I was willing to bet my life on the fact he wasn't taking it easy on me. I glanced into his eyes once more, yup, the look their confirmed it. In his mind, I was dead meat. I knew this was payback for the other night, the whole "Rosalie Incident." And that was just fine with me, it was payback I deserved.
You could almost say I had planned it like this. Gotten on his bad side, under his skin, into his head, pissed him off. You could almost say I was asking, begging even for a fight that used everything I had, a fight that I might actually have a hope of loosing, a real fight against Emmett. There was no way in the world I was letting him go easy on me, not when I was prepared to give this all I had. Boy was I going to enjoy this. Now I couldn't keep the smile back, it spread wide across my face, lighting up my features, my eyes alight. I got a responding, if not hesitant smile from Emmett.
I could read it all in his eyes in that one moment, he was going to enjoy this just as much as me. Perfect. We both shifted into our hunting stances at precisely the same moment. Great minds think alike. We were both so eager, so ready for this fight to start that we didn't want to waste time.
"Hey Emmett," I yelled across the clearing, my voice breaking the silence, the tension that had been building out of control.
His eyes hardened, "What?" His voice was practically a growl, he knew what was coming.
I kept my voice light and playful, "What do you think of these shoes?" It wasn't what he had been expecting; that much was clear was the flash of shock on his features. I sent a grin his way. That had mainly been for Sam, I could almost feel her smiling somewhere in the trees. After all she had gone to all this trouble and she knew as well as I did, it would all eventually lead to ruin. Tragic, NOT! But suddenly I had an idea. Well they do say waste not, want not.
It had always been my motto, use what you got. But I had to think of a way to……. I had another idea, so this dress might come in handy after all, not so much the dress itself, but what it showed off. If you got if, flaunt it. I would have to thank Sam later for her taste in Lingerie. Emmett still hadn't replied, probably working out that I would twist whatever reply he gave me, and use it against him. I wasn't waiting for an answer.
"Or what about this dress?" I continued. I spun a little on the spot, catching his eyes.
Boy was I lucky Rosalie wasn't there, as Sam always said, there was only so far you could push a person before they cracked. And I was someone who always over stepped the line. The next look I sent his way was one I had little practice using, one I would have never seen myself using, not in an eternity, it was seductive. I sent him a coy smile, winking at him. He blinked.
"Or what about these…." I whispered, making my voice smoldering and sexy, like you always saw those sluts do in corny movies.
I leaned down with exaggerated slowness, bending forward, keeping my eyes locked on Emmett's. I had to fight hard to keep the smile from my features, it was essential to my success. I fought against it and won, just. I managed to keep my serious, seductive expression in place. As I leant forward I knew full well where Emmett's eyes would travel. I watched with extreme satisfaction as they followed the exact path I had predicted they would.
They slid from my eyes, slowly down, to a point just below my chin. My Boobs. Seriously, Men were so easy. I laughed to myself. Just in that one second, the second he let his gaze slip, his guard down, I moved my already low hands, quick as a flash, so fast even vampire eyes would struggle to catch their movements. I just slowly and subtly gave a flick on my wrists. All it would have looked like to an oblivious observer was a twitch of muscles, or the swatting of a fly.
But what they didn't see was how my fingers hooked around the straps of my stiletto heels and ripped them in half, a sound too low over the rustling of the trees to be heard by anyone but me. Sam would cringe if she knew what I was doing now; probably better that she couldn't see and blow my cover. My hands were dead still again, still lowering as if they had never stopped. I slowly brought myself up, allowing myself one brief grin as Emmett's furious eyes met mine. I bet he was thinking the same as I had, that god rose isn't here. I laughed out loud, his eyes hardened.
"Enough play, bring it on Midget!" His eyes were scorching fire. Oh, if only looks could kill.
I was more than happy to bring it and bring it I would. I sent him one last playful smile, blowing him a kiss. His hands clenched into fists.
"Ladies first," was all he managed to get out of his clenched teeth before a growl took over.
I had to hold my breath to stop from laughing. I think I might have over stepped the line. The angrier he was, the better this would be. The first turn was exactly what he wanted, I had planned for it with or without his invitation. I could see he was itching to get started, to burn some of his fire, but he was underestimating me, as people always did. Sam always did say, how anyone could think I was as innocent and playful as I made out to be had never seen me angry.
I thought Emmett would be a bit more cautious, having had a full view of my vicious side. Some people never do learn. My eyes never once moved from my target, my muscles coiled for action, adrenalin zooming though out my body. I was ready, I had been born ready. I leaned forward onto the balls of my feet, I was sure Emmett didn't miss the motion, though his eyes never left mine. He knew I was coming, but whatever he expected was going to be far from what he got. That I knew for certain, I smiled again, here goes nothing. My leg muscles tightened as I threw myself into a crouch, my hands flying out to catch me before my momentum could though me to the ground. Before anyone had time to so much as blink I was moving again. My arms flying to the left, my body following close behind. I threw myself around in a circle, spinning on the palms of my hands, pressed against the rough dirt.
My feet left the ground, spinning round after my body in a graceful arc, straight out, parallel with the floor. I didn't get to see Emmett's reaction to what I was sure had been a major flash, wish I had seen his face. Then just as my feet became level with Emmett's figure I gave a strong but quick flick of my ankles, bring my legs back in toward me and finishing the move with a neat tuck and twist, bring myself back to a standing position, once again facing Emmett. Might seem pointless, but apparently not so much. The sight before me was almost the funniest thing I had ever seen. Whoever said stilettos weren't good for anything, well, they were dead wrong. Emmett was pinned to the tree that he had originally been crouched not 2 meters from.
He was hanging about 30 centimeters off the ground, two stiletto shoes, barley missing his head, heels through the top of his shirt, held him in place. It was so, so hard to not just break down laughing that very moment, oh god, it was so, so hard, but somehow I managed to keep my cool, just. I didn't have a moment to spare for my amusement. Emmett was shocked, caught by surprise, but the length of his stillness was sure to be short lived. You could only take someone by surprise once and this was going to be the first and last time Emmett every underestimated me. So I had better make it worth my while. I was under no illusion that stiletto heels, no matter how much Sam worshiped them, could hold any vampire in place, least of all the strongest one I had ever met. I had to move, now!
Somehow I managed to make it in time. I retched myself from my frozen position, all these thoughts passing though my head in the one second it took Emmett to blink twice, trying to clear the fog from his head. I ran toward him, straight on, now was not the time for tricks and deception, now was the time for blunt, straight forward action. Besides, he wasn't going anywhere soon as far as I was concerned. I could almost hear Sam groan, a front attack, how typical of my blatant strength and stupidity. I laughed at her in my head, I never had quite grasped the concept of all that dodging and light footed movements, it just wasn't how I operated. I was a no bullshit kinda girl, I had to face every problem head on, with everything I had.
I was no more than 3 meters from Emmett. I watched his still slow and dazed eyes focus on his impending doom. I saw him blink again, as if in slow motion and the second before I jumped, becoming air born, less than a meter in front of his nose, I watched as his eyes cleared, focused and realization dawned on his face. Whatever he could have done, it was far too late now, all he could do was watch. I was glad he had regained his coherent thought, not that I gave much credit to the thoughts that ran through that brain of his, but just so I could see the expression of mingled horror, confusion and anger, not two seconds before both my feet, raised from my jump, slammed dead set into the middle of his chest.
A defending crack filled the entire clearing, breaking the silence that I was sure had been brought about by shock. The tree, Emmett still pinned in place, went flying backwards at a tremendous speed. It crashed into the tree behind it, a pine tree just as large and sturdy as the first one, the impact made it shudder, cracking at its base as it too fell the ground with a deafening bang. There was silence once again, the air was filled with falling pine needles, but I paid no notice as they landed in my hair, on my face. My eyes were locked on the pile of rubble that was the two trees.
I had jumped back about 5 meters, watching the scene with shinning eyes from a distance. I had no delusions about how Emmett had faired from this little set back. He would be fine, unhurt and unscathed, as we vampires always were. Right now It was his anger I was waiting for and I was sure he would not disappoint. I watched for any movement. From what I had judged of Emmett's character, he did not come across to me as the type to perform a sneak attack.
No, him like me, unlike Sam, would prefer a head on approach, he after all relied on brute strength, not party tricks, for him the fun was in seeing the attack coming and having the guts to stand your ground. He would have no patience for dodging, for dancers that flitted away from his every blow. As for me, he could be sure that I would not be the one doing the running in this fight. I planted my feet deeper into the ground, strengthening my stance. If there was one thing I believe it was to never turn away from a challenge, whatever would come, would come, the best I could do was take the blows, giving back mine, twice as hard. Movement caught my eye, the logs of the fallen trees began to quiver, like an slow and soft earth quake was shaking their frames.
"CARLA!" It was Emmett there was no doubt about it and I could tell just by the tone of his voice just what his expression would look like, feature contorted with rage, eyes burning.
I had seen the same expression on my face one too many times. Boy was he pissed. I couldn't help it, I started to laugh. I knew from past experiences, LOTS of past experiences that laughing didn't help, not in the slightest. It made people angrier, a lot angrier. Sam had many a time cursed me and my inability to keep a straight face and to hold my laughter in, it had got us in many a tight situation.
"Learn to control yourself, your emotions, don't let them control you, have some sense you fool!" I imitated her voice inside my head.
It wasn't my fault. Who wouldn't want to laugh, why deprive yourself of such a wonderful feeling? In my book, holding back laughter was a crime against ones happiness. Just let it out, let the wonder of this joy in its purest form do what it will, for it deserved to be heard by all who would put aside their anger and care to listen. I never, ever got tired of listening to laughter, whether it be at me, or with me, the tinkling of bells, or a deep church bell, it was the colour of my world. Evidently not to Emmett. As the chortles rock though me I felt the ground tremble under my feet, as if the earth itself were laughing with me, that was until I saw the huge log flying though the air, headed straight for where I stood.
The shadow suddenly overcame me, I had no time to dodge, not that I would have, I was much to stubborn. I just had time to pull back my right fist and let it crack out with alarming speed and force, not a second before the log was upon me. Dust filled the air and it was a moment before I could see again, even with these piercing vampire eyes. On either side of me lay the shrapnel of a destroyed tree. Broken into pieces that still floated down slowly from the sky above. It had missed me by an inch, my leg not 30 centimeter from where the largest and closest part of what was left of the pine tree lay.
I was very nearly made into a pancake. The shock wore off faster than I had anticipated, I grinned to myself. I had been expecting something along these lines, give your opponent a weapon and he will more than likely use it against you. Speaking of opponents, my eyes traveled the clearing at lightning speed, taking in every inch of the area around me, it didn't take me long to spot Emmett. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. He was crouched, once again in his hunting stance, this time far closed to the center of the clearing, but still over 8 meters from me. I hovered on the very border of the forest, my eyes taking in his expression, his movements. Ah, so that's how its gonna be is it. I couldn't agree more.
It was obvious from the look in his eyes, hard, fierce, and the way he held his body, closed inward, rather than open, focused on the center of our arena. Emmett was done with the theatrics, with the banter and play, he was ready for the real combat the start. I laughed, people never did give me a long enough play time, they were all so impatient, always ready to get the fun stuff out of the way, so ready for the serious fight to begin. In this case it may have been my fault, I had made Emmett awfully angry, the fire in his eyes seemed to conform that.
Oh well, playtimes over, time to face my wrath. I did so eagerly, I liked nothing more than a fight, especially one of strength. But no matter how eager I was I approached with caution, I may be eccentric and over the top, uncontrolled with my emotions and unthinking with my actions, but I wasn't stupid. Okay, okay, so I could be stupid sometimes, but this was something for once, that I had to think through. For so many years Sam had been the only real opponent I had been able to fight against, sure we had had our fair share of run ins with other vampires, our fair share of fights, but never in all my existence had I met someone strong, never had I faced a vampire with strength greater than mine. I wasn't saying I was the best, or even the strongest out there, many a time had I met my match, fought people far better, far more skilled than me, many a time had I been lucky to escape with my life.
I knew that, I embraced it, I wasn't even that good of a fighter. But if there was one thing my scrapples with Sam had taught me, it was how much I relied on my strength when in a fight. Sam was different, she wasn't as strong as me, I could beat her in an arm wrestle easily any day, but that didn't mean I was any better than her, that it was any easier to beat her.
Sam had great skills in the martial arts. She did her moves with precision and perfection, she was flawless in what she did, her movements always fast and striking. She would hit you from all 6 direction in every part of your body before you even understood what was going on. She was like the wind, fast, silent and deadly. We were very much at opposites, in a lot of things, but perhaps most obviously in the arena. I had a very straight forward attack, I went for the obvious openings, the simple punches, the strongest kicks. I had no patients for feigning a strike or dodging blows, I often left myself open and unprotected. Although I put a lot of power into my hits, I was slow. Luckily for me, speed wouldn't be a problem with Emmett, he was slower than I was, strength on the other hand was a different story.
I was in a predicament, there was no way I could fight Emmett in close proximity, hand to hand, as I normally would anyone else. Not if I wanted to win. I could not rely purely on my strength, against Emmett, my strength was not enough, I needed something more. I couldn't remember a fight where I had needed anything more than what I had, what tricks did I have up my sleeve. Well since I didn't even know, all I could do was hope they were good ones. I was eye to eye with Emmett now, his gaze pulling me from my thoughts, there was no more time for thinking, now was the time for battle.
I smiled and he smiled in response. "I'm going to enjoy this," He snarled, his breath blowing my face as we both leaned forward, trying to stare the other down.
"No," I corrected, "we are both going to enjoy this." And then I swung my first back and punched him square in the jaw.
I don't know what he had expected, but it certainly wasn't this. I sent Emmett wheeling backwards, cursing under his breath. I heard a faint intake of breath from the surrounding trees, so fair it could have been the wind, I take it someone's punch actually having an effect on Emmett was a rare sight. I felt suddenly surer, and stronger. Sure, maybe I was going down, but I sure as hell wasn't going down without a fight. Emmett had regained his balance and was advancing on me, slow but strong. I didn't move, I didn't even try to dodge the first blow he threw at my face, I raised my arm to block his punch, his fist hitting my forearm with bone shattering strength. If he had been surprised by my hit, I was nothing short of bewildered by his.
Not only did my arm feel like it had been crushed to dust, I had flown backwards no short of 2 meters. Sure 2 meters may seem nothing to everyone else, in fact it may be amazing that I had moved so little, but for me, it was amazing. I had never been moved in a fight, never. Never had an enemies direct blow shifted my feet, sent me flying backwards, not when I was ready for the punch, blocking and ready. Emmett read the shock in my face and smiled. When it didn't look like I was coming again, it was he who came at me. This time his fist went for my stomach.
Once again I blocked his blow, this time the power behind his hit carried his fist past my arm, slipping to the side, glazing off my block and into the right side of my torso. It caught me right in the ribs, I let out an audible gasp. He had knocked all the wind out of me, I couldn't breathe, not that I needed too, but it was a sensation I had never felt before. I didn't have time to regain my breath, I needed to take action. I dived for him, he was ready for my advance. I made it look like I was taking another reckless punch at his face, something I badly longed to do. But as I watched his arm come up to block me, I knew I had no hope of making it past that, so in mid flight, I changed direction.
Sam had indeed taught me something useful, though I would never admit it to her face. I ducked below his block, my hands coming out to catch my fall, I hit the ground hard, tumbling forwards, rolling across the dirt. I caught Emmett's legs as I went, knocking them out from under him, he didn't even have time to soften his fall. He hit the ground with a thud. I rolled quickly out of my fall and back up onto my feet, I dashed to Emmett's side, his fallen figure at my feet. He was just getting up onto his elbows, seconds from making a return to his feet and back into battle, I was having non of that. I jumped 5 meters into the air and came down with a thud square in the middle of his rising back.
Emmett let out a muffled groan, I jumped out of the way just before he threw his figure back onto its feet. He wouldn't give me the opportunity to do that twice. He glared at me from where he stood, crouched low, trying to regain his breath. We both breathed heavily, glaring at each other, our clothes and faces smeared with dirt. Sometime during out tussles my dress had gotten ripped, it was now sat riding up around my thighs, having lost a couple of inches of fabric from the bottom, I didn't even want to think about the state the rest of it was in. Emmett looked much the same.
His plain brown t-shirt and dark jeans were ripped and torn. He had a huge gash though one leg, possible from the tree and his face was caked in dirt from his fall. Our standoff couldn't last long. He was going to win this and he could see it, he flashed me a grin, I scowled. Dammit. Sure I had gotten in one lucky punch and managed to take him down, although that had also caused considerable damage to myself. My head didn't feel so good. I had hit it hard going down and my thought process seemed unusually slow. Emmett would not be taken by surprise again and I doubt feigning an attack again would have quite the same effect. Emmett might have been slow but he wasn't stupid. His strength made him dangerous, so somehow I had to find a way to take that strength away from him.
I knew just relying on my physical abilities was getting me nowhere. I knew how much Emmett hated tricks, "cheating" he had called it when someone like Alice or Edward had used their abilities in a fight. I wondered what he would think of mine. I guess it wasn't really fair, and I had never had to use my abilities in a fight before, I usually only used them for entertainment purposes. But was there more to me, more to my abilities than just joking around? Had I been neglecting my potential, selling myself short, letting myself down? These words crushed my spirit.
I had always prided myself on putting in 120% with everything I did in life. It was my motto, the very thing I lived by that I would try my very best in everything I did. That was how I lived my life. Had my I been lying to myself all this time? Had I really been doing so little, when I was blessed with so much? How had I been so stupid? In that moment I was a person crushed. I didn't know the first thing about myself or my ability. I didn't even know where to begin if I was going to use it in a fight. For the first time in almost 100 years, I felt helpless, like I couldn't do anything.
It was like the spirit had been sucked from my body, leaving an empty useless shell in its place. Everything was moving in slow motion, my head was spinning. All I could hear in my head was the words, repeated over and over. I couldn't do this, I couldn't do this, I COULDN'T DO THIS. I shook my head over and over, trying to clear the fog, trying to stop the world spinning around me, to get a grip. I saw Emmett's figure in front of me, nothing more than a hulking shadow, no shape or colour. I he seemed to hesitate in his advance, as if he realized something was wrong.
I heard shouts coming from the trees but they felt so far away. I couldn't answer them, I couldn't speak, I couldn't move, I couldn't even breath. I could not this. The realization made me sick in the stomach. Darkness began to creep into the edges of my vision, getting larger and larger. Suddenly the ground was rushing to meet me.
"I couldn't do it," was all I whispered before I was swallowed up by the darkness.
Co-writer: Romance-sword