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Emmett's POV

Alice took me by the arm and dragged me towards the house. We approached the window I had previously seen Esme and Rosalie in, but now only Esme sat there. Irrational and panicky thoughts began to buzz around my head and fear rose in my chest. What if Rosalie had decided to, what had Alice said? "Pull an Edward"? Or worse decided to leave to somewhere she didn't want to be found?

Dread enveloped my body as Alice and I reached the door. I stared at the handle, not daring to open it in case Rose wasn't anywhere behind it.

"Don't worry, she's still here." Alice whispered to me, as if answering my unspoken questions. I nodded in response and she opened the door for me.

As I entered the quiet living area I immediately felt Jasper's waves of calm and peace wash over me, I nodded to him in thanks, not sure that if I tried to speak anything would come out. I glanced around the room to see if Rose was there, even though I knew she wouldn't be. I could hear her steady breathing coming from the bedroom.

"I'm going to get changed." I announced to whoever was listening, my clothes were soaked through from the rain.

"I'll go!" Alice said quickly.

I looked at her in confusion, why couldn't I go see Rosalie? I needed to make things right! She gave me a warning look that said "not yet". Apparently my decision to go upstairs didn't have a happy ending in the future... Sometimes I wondered how useful Alice's gift really was - it had lead to a lot of trouble in the past - but at that moment I had never been more grateful for it. The last thing I wanted was to make things worse - if that were possible. I sighed in understanding and Alice went upstairs.

She was gone for a while... She must have been talking to Rose... I silently wished it had been me to go up and comfort her but I knew no good would have come from it. When she finally came down she gave me no indication as to why she had been up there so long and I thought it better not to ask. I thanked her for the clothes and got changed in the dining room where no one would see me.

Once I was changed I returned to the living area and sat down on the armchair closest to the stairs. Carlisle had sat down and put his arm around Esme, who was leaning her head on his shoulder and Alice had returned to her usual position on Jasper's lap, with his arms wrapped around her rubbing her back soothingly. I buried my face in my hands to try and block out the couples around me. I knew Alice was having a tough time seeing our family's future because the wolves were still involved, but I was finding it difficult to feel sorry for her because I had never felt more alone, because during my whole vampire life I had had been truly alone.

Rose had been there when I opened my eyes, like an Angel, after my 3 day transformation - or burning in hell as punishment for my sins as I had thought at the time. I had never seen anything more breathtakingly beautiful in my entire life.

"Who are you?" Were the first words I had heard and they were shockingly clear to my new "enhanced" senses, the words came, of course, from Carlisle. I sat up and took in the room around me. I was on a long red couch that had been placed in the centre of a large, lavishly decorated room. It was perhaps the most expensive looking room I had ever been in. Long velvet red curtains hung from the huge windows and on the wall there was a small but again expensive looking stone fireplace.

For a moment I had to think - I couldn't remember my own name... I looked to the Angel for some sort of clarification but she stood silently staring at me. Her face was blank from any emotion but her eyes betrayed her face. They were full of pain and guilt that, for some reason, pained my heart.

"Uhm.. Emmett..." I trailed off trying to remove my thoughts from the Angel and to pick my brain for a last name. "Emmett McCarty." I was 80% sure that was right.

"Hello Emmett, I'm Carlisle." Carlisle's voice was warm and welcoming but it was also slightly cautious.

"Oh." I said a bit shocked, "I didn't know you had a name." Confusion spread across Carlisle's handsome face.

"Why wouldn't I have a name Emmett?" He questioned.

"Well... On Earth we just called you God... I never really thought about you having a name."

Up until that point things in my head had been clear. It was obvious. Nothing as beautiful as the immaculate Angel in front of me could possibly exist on Earth. Her silky blonde hair seemed as if it had rays of sun through it making her pale white face almost shine. Her golden eyes were deeper and more emotional than any I had ever gazed into. So she must be an Angel and the handsome blonde man must be God.

God, or Carlisle as he called himself, began to laugh, "Emmett, trust me when I tell you - I am not God." He said.

I tore my eyes away from my Angel, "Of course you are. It only makes sense. That burning was punishment for my sins and now I'm in heaven with God and an Angel." I said in response. It took a lot for me to get that brief explanation out without staring at my Angel. It hadn't slipped my notice that she hadn't taken her eyes off me since I'd woken up. She still had that tortured, guilty look in her eyes that made my heart ache. I longed to hear her speak.

Carlisle chuckled, "I suppose that makes more sense than the truth."

"Well what is the truth then?" I demanded, beginning to feel a little stupid.

Carlisle pointed behind me, to a mirror above the stone fireplace. I looked back at him, confused.

"Go and look at your reflection Emmett." I walked apprehensively toward the mirror, expecting blood and scars in the shape of bear teeth. But nothing was there. Only the faintest mark of a scar beneath my left eye. But it wasn't the lack of blood and guts that shocked me - it was my face. It had changed so much yet it was still me... My eyes were a piercing ruby colour and my face now looked more like that of a movie star from the few films I had seen than a farm boy from Gatlinburg. I reached up and touched my face just to check that it was real.

"What happened to my face?" I turned to ask Carlisle only to see that my Angel had gone. It was a weird feeling... Missing her even though I'd only met her. Carlisle slowly explained everything about what had happened to me and all about the thirst I was feeling which hadn't been very prominent until he'd mentioned it.

"Do you have any questions Emmett?" Carlisle asked.

"Where am I?" I questioned.

"You are in Appalachia, Virginia." He said.

"When can I go and see my family?" When I asked that I could've sworn I heard a small gasp of distress coming from the next room.

"Emmett, to be honest I wouldn't recommend doing that. You are in the very early stages of your vampire life, it wouldn't be safe for you to go there - you might do something you regret." Carlisle explained.

I felt a bit upset but I tried not to say anything about it, I had a feeling that the small gasp came from my angel, I didn't think I should say anything more about family in case that was what was upsetting her.

"Did you have a family of your own Emmett?" Carlisle's face was difficult to read.

"No, I just meant my brothers and sister - I'm not married." At least I didn't remember her if I was... I glanced at my left hand just to be sure. No ring. The faces of my two little brothers and my little sister swam into my mind, they were slightly blurry but I grasped them with my mind - I didn't want to forget them too.

"Well, Emmett you have a decision to make." Carlisle said, waking me from my attempts to keep my siblings faces in my mind.

"Decision?"

"You are more than welcome to stay here and join our family, but as I said you will need to stick to our 'vegetarian' rule. It will be difficult at the start, but we've managed. But if you choose to go your own way, of course we won't stop you." Carlisle spoke with sincerity and warmth.

If the my Angel was going to be here then I would stay here. That was my only real reason for staying, I didn't want to kill people either but that reason seemed slightly insignificant in comparison.

"I'd like to stay here please." I tried to sound polite. How did you just join a family without being rude about it?

"Well, welcome to the family then!" Carlisle smiled and held his hand out and I shook his hand, smiling back.

"So where are the others you mentioned?" I asked, trying not to give away that I was only really looking for the Angel.

"Just in the front room I think Emmett. Follow me and I'll introduce you."

I followed Carlisle into the front room, where a beautiful woman, though not quite as beautiful as my Angel, with long caramel hair and large caring eyes, stood apparently waiting for us.

"This is my wife Esme." Carlisle said. I was slightly shocked when she hugged me, but for some reason it was nice - motherly.

"And my adopted son Edward." Carlisle pointed to the young man on the couch reading "Wuthering Heights". He was tall with bronze hair and he smiled at me as he stood up to shake my hand, but his smile seemed slightly empty, and I got the feeling he felt I shouldn't be here...

"Rosalie left to hunt." Esme told Carlisle. Rosalie. Rosalie. Rosalie. I rolled the name around in my head - it was perfect. The perfect name for a perfect Angel.

On the word hunt, my throat flared again, I reached up to rub it. "Speaking of hunting..." I said.

"Of course you must be thirsty." Esme said kindly. "Edward maybe you'd -"

"Ah, it's ok, don't trouble Edward - he's reading." I tried to be conspicuous but I could tell it wasn't going to work, "I'll catch up with... Rosalie was it?" Smooth...

Esme glanced at Carlisle, the faintest trace of a smile on her face. Carlisle nodded in consent after a moment of hesitance. I said goodbye to my new family and left through the front door.

As soon as I stepped out I could smell the most perfect smell in the world, it could only belong to one person. My Angel. So I literally followed the end of my own nose.

So maybe we do know just how much wood a wood chuck would chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood but riddle me this!

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
How many pickled peppers did Peter Piper pick?

Mwahahahaha!

I mightn't be able to update again for a few days so I thought I'd put this up in the mean time. :)

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