Enjoy! I love writing from all sorts of perspectives, as you can see.

Previously: "I think Bella can borrow other's powers. She has to touch them now, but I'm guessing with age she'll be able to pluck them without any contact."

Emmett boomed with laughter.

"All right, little sis! That's going to be really helpful someday!"

Bella laughed and turned to Alice.

"Can we try that again?"

Alice eagerly grabbed her hands and they stood for a long moment. I watched through Alice's mind.

I froze. Bella gasped.

"Emily."

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Sighing, I cupped my chin in my hands and stared out the window. Rain pattered gently against the glass, making a lovely, musical sound. I felt my eyelids droop. No! I snapped them open too quickly, the room spinning. I shook my head. I couldn't fall asleep. Not today.

I rose and determinedly grabbed a feather duster from the cabinet. If there was a speck of dust, I would find it.

There wasn't one.

After scouring the house and finding nothing out of order, I hurled the clean duster at the cabinet and scowled when the wood chipped. Being a nervous-cleaner was incredibly disappointing when there was nothing to clean.

So I paced. I went up the stairs and around the tiny living room. I checked the ten locks on the front and back doors. I smiled. Always so protective.

A slight knock on the door made me jump. I scrambled over the couch and slid across the hardwood, breathlessly undoing the puzzle of chains and bolts on the door. I slammed it open and prepared to fling myself into his arms.

Jacob Black stood in the doorway.

The thing is, sometimes I just know things. Sometimes I can just look at someones face and know exactly what they're about to say. And right now, Jacob's face told me the one thing I never wanted to hear.

"I'm sorry, Emily."

He didn't need to say it. It was written all over his face, in every pore of his skin, each bloodshot eye. I cocked my head to the side, my heart fluttering with fear and denial.

"Is he hurt?"

Jacob coughed, an attempt to hide a sob. I looked down at the floor. I knew he wasn't. Sam was far from just hurt.

"No. I'm sorry."

Jacob's whisper was guilty. My head swung up. Was it his fault?

"Yes. Yes, it's my fault."

Had I said that aloud? My stomach flipped. My throat felt achingly dry. I swallowed.

"You… killed… Sam?"

The words sounded wrong together. A tiny flame of anger sparked in my chest. Jacob stared at me in disbelief.

"Of course I didn't kill him."

Relief briefly washed over me before the anger returned.

"Who?"

Jacob's face was pained. He glanced over his shoulder. I saw two pairs of glowing green eyes in the shadows, but they shone for only a moment and disappeared. I leaned against the doorframe.

"Tell me who killed him, Jacob."

His face crumpled and his lips barely parted.

"Bella."

I felt my eyes bulge. Isabella Swan? Charlie's daughter? Not the muscular, dark haired one? Or the dangerous-looking blonde with the scars? I shook my head. I had taken Bella in when her boyfriend left her. No. Bella was just a little thing, she would be the one being protected. She would never-

Her boyfriend.

I remembered Sam's plan. I had been buzzing around the kitchen, fixing food for the enormous boys huddled around my tiny dinner table.

"Three of us have to take out the rest of them," Sam explained, "And two of us will go for Bella and her boyfriend." I noticed Jacob trembling as Sam said this. I remembered Jacob having a thing for Bella, and I winced. Poor boy.

Sam glanced at Jacob's shivering form and told him, "I'll take Bella. You hold her boyfriend back." Jacob nodded swiftly, a slight smile twitching at his lips. Of course Jacob wasn't fond of Bella's boyfriend.

I blinked.

"Jacob, how did that happen? I heard you all the other night, it was you're job to help Sam."

He flinched and stared at the tops of his feet.

"Sam went for Bella. Edward pushed her out of the way and took the hit. Sam went for it anyways. And then Bella attacked Sam…"

He trailed off, not needing to say the rest. I knew how it ended. I narrowed my eyes and turned to him.

"If you saw all of this, where were you? Why didn't you help him?"

The guilt returned to his face.

"I was human. Paul attacked Bella and she got hurt so I went to see if she was okay… and then Sam came in…"

I stared at him. He had phased back in the middle of a fight? Checking to see if the enemy was okay? Stupid, idiotic, imbecile! My atoms boiled and fury blinded me.

"You were supposed to hold her back, Jacob! If you hadn't been bawling over you're girlfriend, I'd still have my fiance!"

"Emily, I'm-"

I slammed the door in his ashamed face and stormed upstairs. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I shoved my feet into hiking boots and my arms into a thick coat. The door crashed shut behind me. The car keys clanged together as I shoved them into the ignition, gravel sprinkling the drive in time with the rain.

I knocked on Paul's door. He peeked out the side window and opened the door warily. I smiled. His brow furrowed in confusion.

"Hey, Paul."

He gave me his best impression of a grin.

"Hey, Em. How you holdin' up?"

My smile wavered.

"Not so good,"

I replied cheerfully. I craned my neck to look around him.

"If no one's home, I'd love to come in. I have kinda a favor to ask the pack."

He backed up a step and held open the door for me. My hood slapped wetly against my back when I flung it off my head. I hung it up on the doorknob, kicking off my squeaky boots. I looked up smiled at him.

"There we go."

"Who is it, Paul?"

The deep male voice rang out from the silent living room. My smile grew more pronounced. Jared. Perfect. Paul's face was concerned.

"It's Emily. She wants to ask us something."

Jared's head popped out from the couch.

"Hey, Em. I'm so sorry."

I looked down and blinked hard. I mentally thanked Paul for changing the subject.

"So, Emily, what do you need?"

I sat down on the couch and sighed.

"More like who do I need."

Jared cocked his head and Paul waited anxiously.

"The redhead. I need her help."

See why I haven't updated in a while? I needed a major plot twist to keep this story from getting boring. Oh, wow, as I just wrote that sentence I had the most amazing idea ever! Ha! I'm so excited! I'm sure you'll be just horrified to know that I'm going to keep this story up for a little while. More looooonnnnngggg reviews please! I love em'!