Dia Cullen

She's 15. She's half-vamp. And she's running with the Cullens.

(Emmet X - and I have been mispelling his name ever since. I'm very sorry. I'll take note of that from now on. XD)

"Emmett? Are you in there?" Rosalie called from outside the door. I was patiently rocking myself forward and backward with my heels and toes. It was not something I was fond of doing even before I became a half-vampire but I did do it quite a few times when I had nothing to occupy me.

The hallway was as bright as ever. With hanging chandeliers and velvet red carpets. The walls were painted a clean white and I couldn't even see a speck of dirt on it. There were plenty of sidetables which held decorative sculptures and picture frames. Though I couldn't tell if the pictures were taken recently or not-the Cullens didn't age after all.

"Yes, dear," Emmett called back. He smiled a very cheesy smile when he opened the door even before Rosalie had a chance to touch the knob. "And my Rose brought the little Catholic Schoolgirl with her!"

I tried to smile even if I was excused not to.

"You slept well?" he asked again. This time, he bent lower, looking at me in the eye.

"Yes. Did we happen to disturb your sleep?"

He found that very amusing. "You're a smart talking Catholic Schoolgirl now, aren't you?"

He patted my head before making way for me and Rosalie to enter the room.

"Honestly Emmett, she didn't want to come here because she does not like to be called by that nickname of yours!" I heard Rosalie hissed. I didn't hear him respond.

Emmett and Rosalie's bedroom did not have any bed, as Bella had said. That made it Emmett and Rosalie's room and not a bedroom, then. There was only a nice-looking couch and a wide-screen tv. They hung plenty of their wedding pictures. I took a closer look and saw that their clothes changed but their faces didn't. It wasn't just a reception excuse. These vampire love birds have been married more than once. That was really cute. There were piles of magazines featuring automobiles by the corner. There was also a glass cabinet holding little toy cars arranged neatly. "My younger brother had that!" I practically jumped.

"He did?" Emmett asked. He tried to catch me off guard. He looked a bit disappointed when I didn't jump.

"Yes! The exact same thing."

"That's amazing. Maybe Rosalie went to the toy shop where your brother frequented," he chuckled.

"You ask Rosalie to buy toy cars for your collection?" I asked, a bit astonished. Do wives do that for their car-obsessed husbands?

"No. Those are Rosalie's collection. I'm not into cars that much."

Oh. That made perfect sense now.

"So she also collected those?" I asked him again, pointing to a bicycle magazine rack.

"Yep."

"Oh, wow."

"Oh wow, what? You sound so astonished!" Emmett noticed.

"I assumed that you were the one very much into cars. I would have thought Rosalie collected Vogue and a thousand pair of shoes instead of those automobile digests and toy cars."

"She collects them, too," he grimaced.

"Hey you two!" Rosalie called and we both turn our heads to her. She came from the bathroom. "You don't mind being alone with him, Dia, do you?"

I shrugged. "Maybe it wouldn't be that bad."

"Great 'coz I have to help out in the cleaning downstairs. Emmett, give her the remote, sweetie," she said, blew a kiss to her husband, and left.

"Here you go," Emmett said grudgingly.

"I promise I won't make you watch soap operas," I told him as I walked over to the couch.

"Thanks. That sounds promising. So what are we going to watch?"

"Some Disney Channel stuff. Or maybe Nickelodeon. Which do you prefer?"

I didn't mean for it to be a joke. But he laughed at it anyway.

"What?" I asked. This could get annoying.

"Nothing nothing," he said and tried to wipe some tears from the sides of his eyes. "It's just that I have the tendency to be easily amused by newcomers."

"I know exactly what you mean," I rolled my eyes.

"You should've been here when Bella first came to our home. Of course, we were in Forks back then and not in England."

"Forks?" I asked curiously. He was lounging on one side of the couch and I sat Indian-style on the other.

"That was where Edward and Bella found each other. It's a rainy little town in Washington," he said and stretched his arms up.

"You still had not outgrown cartoons?" he asked suddenly.

"No. Why?"

"I just didn't think 15-year-old girls like you would still watch them. But I wasn't too sure with my theory there. I haven't been mingling with 15-year-olds for a while now."

"Who was the last 15-year-old you mingled with?" I asked. I surprised myself. Was he going to rant about something I couldn't care less? But knowing Emmett a bit, he could twist the most boring of things into something interesting.

"Well, I had a little sister and before I left her, she was 15. Very much like you," he said smiling.

"Really?"

"But that was all you two had in common. Her name was Anna and unlike you, she wanted to grow up fast. She'd outgrown everything childish by the time she turned 12. She used to spend a great deal of time in her bedroom just combing her hair and putting on powder. After she turned 12, I didn't get to see her as much as I did before. And we weren't as close, either."

There was suddenly sadness in his eyes. I didn't know if he was faking it. Why was there something in his tone telling me that something bad happened to her? "And then what?"

"She went out one day without telling anybody. Early that afternoon, her friends ran to the house and I was alone at that time. They told me she went off to the dangerous part of the woods-the part where no one dared to go because of the wild bears and other wild animals that roamed freely there. They said she did it because of a dare. I was very angry at them but I had to hurry and save my little sister. I didn't even leave a note for my parents. I carried a shotgun but I was still very much afraid of the bears. I spent all afternoon looking for her but I never did. Instead, a bear found me. It was getting late and I was exhausted. The monster attacked me. It broke my gun and I was helpless. I just knew I was going to die at that moment. But then, somebody carried me away. I couldn't see her face because everything was a blur. You might have had the same experience?" he winced.

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Just her beautiful blonde hair. I fell unconscious and then woke up like this. I might have skipped the part about me calling for mommy as the venom started to change me. I owe my life to Rosalie. It must have been terrible for her. Carrying me-even if she had superhuman strength, she still is a woman," that was the end of his story.

"Rosalie saved you, didn't she?"

"Yes. And then I fell in love with my savior. My angel. Loving her is something I cannot explain to you. You have to watch a lot more soap operas to understand that love."

I laughed at his suggestion. But inside, I was debating whether I should ask more questions about Anna.

The answer was too obvious.

I switched off the television and yawned.

"You're going to sleep again?"

"Nope. I'm just bored."

"Let's see what Jasper's up to," he suggested.

"Okay," I jumped up, trying to match his enthusiasm.

"Miss Dianara Cullen?" he said as he held the door open for me.

"Why thank you, Mr. Emmett Cullen-" I frozed and glared at him.

"What's the matter?" he asked a bit worried.

"Nothing. It just doesn't fit you!" I told him and skipped in the hallways leaving him behind.