I would have added this onto the last chapter, but my writing last night wasn't too good and I might have made it too long.
Whoops, Jasper can't use his mood control on Bella, can he? Nope, I don't think so. For all intents and purposes can we pretend that he can? I've already put it in the last chapter…. Let's just say Jasper's a supervampire.
4 reviews? Thanks! You guys better stop or I'll be expecting this more often… Just like I should stop updating because I won't be able to keep this up, I've got an essay due. :(
Although Bella knew where the music room was, that was only because of the plaque on the door. Never once had she been in there and seen it with her own eyes. When she and Edward had entered, she looked around in awe. The room was beautiful. She was left alone with his brothers, Jasper and Emmett. Edward had left the room, muttering something that sounded like 'be back…need air.' Bella had noticed that he wasn't breathing, she knew vampires didn't need to breath, but when they didn't, wasn't it uncomfortable? She let the thought go, it wasn't like he was just going to randomly spew facts about himself and she certainly wasn't going to ask him.
The room had several windows, but for some reason all of the curtains were shut. She knew vampires sparkled in the sunlight, but it did not cause any harm. Why not let some light in? The curtains had a gold pattern sewn into the bottom and top of them, Bella followed the loops and swirls with her eyes to the amusement of Emmett, who was watching her eyes move up and down. As he chuckled, her cheeks once again turned pink and she examined the room no further, her eyes went back to the floor. She did, however follow the spiral on the blue rug round and round, to keep herself occupied.
Bella shuffled further into the room, beckoned by Jasper, and just stood and watched as Emmett picked up an acoustic guitar. He twisted the things at the top for a few minutes, she assumed he was trying to get the right noise from the strings. He and Jasper had their own conversation for a while but their voices were very quiet, so Bella only caught occasional parts of what they were saying. She tried to get from their body language but she had never been any good and reading people's emotions from their appearance. "…think he will…?" Jasper asked as he cluelessly played with the valves of a trumpet. Emmett shook his head quickly. Whatever they were saying, Emmett was sure about it. "No… too determined. …he…Carlisle down..." Bella, in her mind tried to create her own conversation, but she had no clue of what they were talking about.
"Must be hard…" Jasper sounded, from what Bella could hear, pitiful. After blowing into the trumpet and getting no noise whatsoever, he placed it back on the shelf and poked around the pipes of an instrument that Bella didn't know the name of. It had a tartan sack connected to a few pipes with tassels coming off of it. Emmett murmured something inaudible in return. "Hmm…smell good, though." Jasper turned to face Bella, he began to breathe deeply and his gaze was fixed upon her. He took, what looked like reluctant, steps forward. Bella would have guessed he was fighting a battle inside his own mind. At this point, their conversation got a lot louder, "JASPER!" Emmett boomed. Bella winced and jumped at this. Jasper seemed to be broken out of his trance, he stopped advancing on Bella. Emmett nodded towards the door. "I, uh, think I'll join Edward with that fresh air." Jasper announced.
"Yeah, why don't you? It'll clear your head a bit, Jazz." Emmett watched him leave before picked up the guitar and started strumming it, Bella thought it was beautiful, she had only heard a guitar a few times, and she vaguely remembered it. She was nine, there was men in the park, they were singing and playing the guitar. Her mother wouldn't let her listen to it for long, though. They had to get her auntie and birthday present. "Don't talk much, do you?" Emmett smiled kindly at her. All of this, 'Speak when you want.' Stuff was confusing for Bella. For years she had been told to keep her mouth shut and only speak when spoken to. And even when she did speak, it was never what she thought even if it was her opinion she was asked.
"I wouldn't know what to say, Sir." She replied, wondering why Emmett was rolling his eyes and sighing.
"Don't call me that. It's Emmett, ok? And really, Edward is going to get annoyed if he has to keep telling you to say what you want to." Emmett grinned and began to play the guitar again, he was unsure what to say, how do you make conversation with someone too scared to talk? So he just kept babbling on and hopefully she would join in the conversation with him quickly. Bella recoiled slightly, she didn't like the sound of Edward annoyed. In fact, she didn't like the idea of any vampire being annoyed. It was very scary for a human slave. She described it as, "You know how sometime you get angry and punch the wall? Well, it's like that only it's you that gets punched and the punch is much, much stronger."
"Not that he would do anything," Emmett continued on, "He just wouldn't like it. In fact, maybe you shouldn't talk, it's kinda funny when he's ticked. One time, he got really annoyed at me and Jasper, we kept tackling him and taking all of the prey, he drove off himself three states over just to find something to eat that me and Jasper couldn't steal. He did come back though, once he'd finished hunting." Bella was disgusted of the idea of calling humans prey so she definitely didn't join in, as Emmett had hoped, but he didn't give up.
"I know you can't play anything, but can you sing?" He asked, hoping to draw something, anything out of her. She thought for a moment before replying,
"I-I wouldn't know, I haven't sang for six years. I don't even know any songs." She did not use any title at all. She didn't feel right calling him by his name, but Emmett didn't like 'Sir' so for a while after, she didn't call him anything at all. She stared into his eyes as she was talking. He had the same dark golden eyes as Edward. Maybe it was something to do with where they came from? She had never met a gold-eyed vampire before and it intrigued her, but once again she pushed her questions away. She was too nervous to ask him and he wasn't just going to tell her out of the blue.
She did remember one song, though. It was a lullaby, her mother sang to her when she was little. Emmett asked her to sing that for him and so she did as she was told and repeated the familiar lyrics of her lullaby. It made her sad, to think of home and her parents. She became too upset when she thought about them, so after the first few weeks with the Volturi, she refused to think of them at all. She had to fight herself a little not to think of any of them as she sang her mother's lullaby, but she managed it.
"You are my sunshine," She sang very softly, but as she went on, her voice gained power,
"My only sunshine,
You make me happy,
When skies are grey,
You never know dear,
How much I love you,
Please don't take my Bella away." She sang sweetly, Emmett laughed at little when she said my Bella, he was sure that wasn't the lyrics but he did compliment her on her singing.
"Not bad," he said, "Definitely heard a lot worse. You should meet my wife, Rose. She is terrible on karaoke." Bella giggled a little at that, she thanked him for his complements. Unsurprisingly, Bella didn't get many compliments as a slave. Her eyes sparkled and she turned pink in the cheeks yet again, to which Emmett laughed again and she turned a deep shade of red.
They spent the next hour messing around with the instruments and Bella sang her lullaby to each tune that Emmett played on the guitar, some were slow and moving, other were upbeat and joyful and he even tried the electric guitars, singing the lullaby to that tune had them both rolling on the floor laughing. A rock version of 'You Are My Sunshine' did not sound good at all. Bella began to play air-guitar with her arms seeing as she couldn't play the real guitar. Emmett ditched his and the played air-guitar together making the noises of a guitar which once again got them laughing their heads off. Bella got used to being with Emmett and, as the day went on, she got more and more comfortable but she still didn't use his name, and she didn't doubt that if he gave her an order she would comply in milliseconds. She knew of people who were nice at first, only to make punishments more… entertaining for them. Bella didn't allow herself to trust.
Emmett even taught her a few chords on the guitar, they tried to play You Are My Sunshine by ear and it worked quite well. Emmett wrote down the chords for it and gave them to Bella, along with a diagram on how to play them. "Practise these." He told her.
"I cannot. I'm not allowed in here," She stated, "I'm only here because I was told to be." She replied sadly, Emmett remained joyful though, he simply told her he would come back with her and help her learn the songs. Bella was too happy to think of what will happen once the fortnight was up and they left. She had not laughed so much in such a long time, or sang, or even spoke freely for that matter. She liked Emmett, she hoped that he was really nice person and not one of those acting, lying sadists. Something about his smile seemed genuine, but she still wouldn't trust him.
Edward and Jasper never did return, it was just Bella and Emmett from breakfast until dinner. Bella hadn't noticed how hungry she was until her stomach began to growl at her. "Oh, I'm sorry, I've kept you from eating," Emmett apologised, "Why didn't you mention?" He cocked his head to one side,
"You don't ask for food here, if you are busy, you eat when your master says you can eat." She responded almost robotically. Rules had been drilled into her so many times she could recite each and every one of them from memory.
"Don't be so silly!" Emmett reprimanded her, "If you're hungry, then say so!"
"I'm sorry," Bella gulped, "It-it's just the way-" Emmett was holding back a laugh.
"I wasn't really giving you into trouble, just go, Bella, go and eat." She curtsied and scurried out of the room towards her box-in-the-wall to find a slice of chicken pie. The good wasn't too bad here, she constantly reminded herself that it could definitely be worse, but fought with herself, saying that it could be a hell of a lot better, too.
If you really want to know, and couldn't work it out, their conversation went like this,
"Do you really think he will crack?"
"No way, Edward? He's too determined. Besides, he wouldn't let Carlisle down like that."
"Must be hard for him, to have her scent affect him so strongly."
"Yeah, I would hate for him to crack over one little girl."
"Hmm…Got to admit, she does smell good though."
And that's when Jasper nearly sunk her teeth into Bella's neck.
My mum used to sing 'You Are My Sunshine' to me and now I sing it to my little cousin. I really like that song and decided to put it into this chapter. Hope you enjoyed that and my little Emmett/Bella friendship :) And the second instrument Jasper had was the bagpipes. I know. My ending was a bit rushed but I think I started off pretty well!
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