Disclaimer: I hold no claim on any of the characters of Twilight that right goes to Stephenie Meyer.

Claimer: Emmaline Swan Turner, Adam Caleb Larkin and Quinn Michael

(A/N: Okay, I'm going to apologize now just in case the ending of this chapter does not meet approval. I was a bit emotional after writing about Adam's sad past. So I'm not sure if the ending will meet the standards. However, I do hope every one will enjoy regardless.)

Last Time:

Edward's POV

My only guess was that I would find my questions once we got there. I glanced over at Bella as I climbed into the car she gave me one of her small smiles and I felt as if my un-beating heart had melted. It then came to me that maybe Bella would know where Emmaline had gone once we were moving in the same direction. I revved the gas with my foot and took off. By tomorrow morning I was hoping to have a better understanding of Emmaline, with that I was hoping I could go home, and understand Adam more as well.

I truly am a selfish creature, for my understanding of Emmaline had two meanings. I was hoping that by understanding her more and getting to know her I could rid myself of the jealously I felt toward her when she was with Bella. Jasper, had actually laughed at me for being jealous of a human female; which only fueled the self-loathing I had for myself right now.

Tonight I was going to get the answers I wanted, so I could put some of this behind me so I could move forward with Bella.

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Chapter 4: Memories through Time

TaintedDarkInuShemeeko

Carlisle's POV

I had known that Edward would stay with Bella tonight that was why I was stunned to sense his presence upstairs. I shared a quick glance, with Alice her eyes held a sadness that I couldn't understand. It was later that I understood, something had happened with Bella. I knew from Alice's eyes that Bella was fine; Edward however was upset with himself. He was also still angry with Adam so I knew it would be a while before he showed himself to us to night. For it wasn't long before his presence upstairs disappeared and we all heard the engine to his car rev.

So I did the next best thing I could do for my family, study Adam so to speak. To truly gauge what he was like. Adam's eyes were a very bright butterscotch color which told me that he had just fed recently. There wasn't a hint of red in the irises of his eyes, which led me to believe that everything that Edward had read earlier was the truth. However, I would have liked nothing other then to have Edward here now to tell me what Adam was thinking.

The look on Jasper's face told me what I needed, for the look of his face was on of pain and confusion. Taking in an unneeded breath I prepared myself to speak.

"You will have to forgive my family, my eldest son to be precise. Edward can get a little…"

My words were stopped and finished by Adam.

"Protective sometimes, I can understand really its no big deal. I'm more pissed at myself right now. I broke a promise after I said I wouldn't so now I'm paying for it. I don't place any blame on Edward at all he was just trying to protect his heart…I mean Bella."

I did my best to keep my smile to myself; the similarities between Adam and Edward were amazing. If their builds and hair color didn't scream their differences, I would have thought them to be twins.

The way he had said that Edward had been trying to protect his heart instead of Bella's name at first; led me to believe that if anyone in this room understood Edward more it was Adam. I found it to be extremely curious that there were two people in the same family that didn't seem to hold fear of us with our lifestyle; even though they were aware that the control over the blood lust could slip spelling the end for both Bella and Emmaline.

I felt my family's eyes on me, all urging me to begin explaining our lifestyle in Forks as well as my questions upon Adam. Just by looking into his rich golden orbs, I knew he understood how we lived so I started with what I was sure my family wanted to know. They wanted more information on Adam and how he came to be, along with what his life had been like before he came here.

"Adam, I don't mean to be rude, or to cause you any undue pain. However, before my family and I even consider making our family any larger then the eight of us. We need to know more about you. Just to see how long you have been on the road you now walk."

I noticed how Adam let out a practiced sigh, before he spoke.

"I see, no its fine. It's just figuring out where to start. I suppose the beginning is always best."

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Adam's POV

Carlisle Cullen had just said the eight of them; at first I didn't understand there were only seven of them. Then I realized he was counting Bella as well in their family. I had told them that I would start at the beginning, which I had already shared with Edward being that he and I were from the same century I felt like we were kindred spirits. I however had my doubts that I had a soul, Quinn had never argued with me over that but Emmaline had.

"I was born in the year 1900; I was some what the middle child of five. I had an older sister and brother who were born three years before me. After me were my baby sister and brother. My family was of the middle class, my father worked two jobs to provide for us. My mother quilted blankets and other thing and sold them, depending on what the best offer of payment was."

As I sat there trying to remember my past, I felt as if I was being draw back into it. The Cullen home was soon being replaced by cobble stone streets and horse drawn buggies and carriages.

Chicago, Illinois the windy city as it will be called someday. We had only lived here for about five years now. My sister Rebecca had married shortly after coming here, one year later she died while trying to give birth to my niece. After we moved to Chicago we lost touch with my big brother Eli, who was married with a family of his own. It left my mother Emily with just myself, my little sister Abigail, age ten and my little brother Samuel, age eight.

My mother continued to peddle the streets with her goods and making what extra money she could to put a side a little to save. I was seventeen when Abigail became sick first, and then Samuel. I helped my mother daily with their care. Soon she herself succumbed to the illness as well. Samuel died in my arms three days after our mother took ill. My father Joshua Larkin did his best not to cry in front of me but I knew better. Our happy world was being ripped apart and the doctor had no answer.

After my father left that day with Samuel's still little body I never saw him again. My panic of not knowing where my father was, wore down on me when I realized that I was coming down with a fever as well now. When I awoke on the 15th day of May 1917, I was not greeted with smiles or praises that a young man who was now eighteen would receive I was blanketed with grief. Sometime in between my moments of awake and sleep Abigail's once lively body had given out on her, and she had died with no one with her to tell her that where she was going would have a glorious field of flowers in any color she could imagine.

Doing my best to fight off the dizziness that was sweeping through me, and the knots that were in my stomach threatening to expel what little I had eaten to keep my strength. I gasped, and my brown eyes widened in surprise when my mother opened her now pale brown eyes to look at me, she was pleading with me. Her hand was cold as she reached out and weakling grabbed my wrist.

"Adam, my sweet boy, you must go now. There is nothing more for you here; it is a house of death and sadness."

Her voice was becoming straggled as she spoke to me.

"I don't wish for you to see me when I go. I want you to smile again, I want you to be saved from all this hurt. Go on my son, its okay. Everything will be better soon, my son."

They tell you that the only thing a vampire remembers is the pain of being changed. I however remember more. My vision blurred as I fought to keep the tears at bay. I was eighteen now and I now had nothing. Abigail my baby sister who would have been eleven in a mere ten days was now gone, her life snuffled out like a candle flame.

My mother's breathes became wheezes, before she took her last breath. It also most seemed as if someone had placed something heavy on her chest. She struggle for air once more, as I stood there watching. I tried to make myself move but it was like I was nailed to our floor. Then her chest stilled, her lungs had stopped pulling air into her body.

I wasn't sure how long I stood there, staring at her; she had not died in her sleep like Samuel and sweet Abigail. Her once shiny black hair was dull and lifeless; her skin was now taunt on her face. Her once bright brown eyes, where now dull and lifeless.

Someone started to shake me, it took me several minutes to realize that the shaking was me. My body was shaking with low sobs. I let myself crumble to the floor as my anguish and grief washed over my body. After must have been hours I realized that my mouth was dry and I was confused upon awaking.

It took two tries, to pull myself off of the floor. The family and life I had known were now gone. I turned and ran from the house, refusing to look back at it. I'm not sure how long I stumbled in the darkness, before my weakening body collapsed in an alleyway. I knew now that I had been sicker then I had first thought. My muscles ached and I could barely lift my head.

So lost in my delirium I was that I could barely understand the words that they spoke. Then there was the fire that erupted within me. At first I was sure that it had been because of the fever, the fire however, began to spread through me like a brush fire. Right before my hearing became blocked as if too much cotton was put in my ears; I had heard some one mutter a curse.

"Damn it all to hell, well I don't suppose I can leave you here now."

"Oh darling isn't he beautiful? We can keep him and bring him with us, can't we?"

"No, I'm going to take him with me. He's my responsibility now, so you just go on with out me."

I don't remember much after that, besides the endless days of fires. A voice would speak to me at times. His accent wasn't from anywhere I had been before. The burning then stopped one day all together, I remembered taking a huge breath, but nothing happen. My ears were picking up on sounds I had never noticed before.

When I sat up on the bed suddenly, I heard a woman scream, the sound caused me to tense. I then noticed that this wind worn man, had skin as pale as marble. His hair hung down to his shoulders.

"Now that's no way to be with a young man, shelia girl, especially after what he has been through."

I was vaguely aware of a strange burning in the back of my throat. My eyes which now seemed to pick up fragments of light I had never seen grew wide in horror as I watch him run a blade of a knife along her throat.

"Come on now son, it's a whole lot easier if you just give into it."

The second I caught the sweet scent of her blood, I was on the other side of the room with the slim body of the blue eyed blond hair woman. I buried myself in her neck as I pulled her blood and her life from her body. Once no more blood flowed from her body I lifted my head up and I was greeted with her lifeless blue orbs staring at me; reminding me of my mother's own death stare.

Startled by what I had just done, I threw the corpse away from me. I heard the sound of bones breaking as she hit the wall on the other side of the room.

"Take it easy there, mate you're brand new right now. So you have to be careful.

Hearing his words I launched myself at him, pinning his body against my body and a brick wall.

"What did you do to me, what am I?" Though I was sure I knew the answer, I had heard the tales of blood drinkers but I never thought they were true.

I had learned shortly after that his name was Quinn Michael. For months after that he put up with my guilt, and hate for myself. I knew that this wasn't what my mother had wanted for me. So one night when Quinn and I had gone in different directions to hunt I stumbled across and injured dog. His blood wasn't as sweet as a human; but my desperation and wanting to be more then a blood thirsty monster led me to attack him.

Once I learned that consuming animal blood wouldn't kill me I began to try other kinds. Rats were only half filling when there were a large amount but their blood was thin with no favor to it. For a more thrilling hunt I tried deer next, their blood wasn't as rich as the humans I had consumed or the dog that first night. Their blood did have a sweet taste to it, but it was a sweetness of a clover field.

After six centuries away from Quinn, he found me. My appearance startled him; well it was my golden eyes that had done the scaring. He asked me a million questions all of which I answered. So Quinn decided he would give it a try, he had some how managed to do it. Though it was much easier for me to walk among humans then it was for him. He still did it. I told him about my experiences and my strong desire to try high school. Seeing that it was something that made me happy, he agreed. Though I never understand why he did any of it. Then one day, while we were passing through the city of Los Angeles, California, a young freshman girl caught my eye. I watched with curious eyes as someone brushed by her knocking her books to the ground; just as the sky was opening up above her.

I was at her side, before Quinn could say a word. I held an umbrella over her head as I helped her with her books. When she smiled at me it was the most beautiful thing I had seen. Her eyes were mismatched one golden brown, the other violet.

"Thank you."

I was about to say things back when I noticed a light headedness over come me. Placing the books in her hands, I left the umbrella and disappeared into the pouring rain. Climbing back into the car I realized that it wasn't just the wonderful scent that called out to me. It was her whole being I wanted her more, then any other human in the world.

So I watched her from the shadows the rest of that year. After that I watched as her Aunt pushed her deeper into playing for the public, her voice was the sweetest sound to my ears, I knew nothing that compared to it. I came upon her one night playing at one of the many parties her Aunt and agent Lucia put together.

She played each note to Clair de lune beautifully, yet as she played I noticed a deep sadness in her eyes that had not been there a year earlier. That was when Emmaline noticed me in the shadows, and smiled at me. It was then that I knew I could no longer watch this angel from the shadows. I needed to be in her life, I could no longer stand to see the sadness in her beautiful eyes.

"Hello, I'm Adam Larkin. You're the famous Emmaline Langer."

I watched in wonder as her face turned red with a blush.

"Emmaline Langer is a stage name, so I can try and have a life. My real name is Emmaline Swan Turner.

I smiled back at her, "Your still Emmaline in the end; however I do like the sound of the second."

Emmaline's eyes held with mine for a moment, but I couldn't read her thoughts. I didn't have a special talent like Quinn or a few of the other vampires I had met in my life time.

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As I slowly started too faded out of the past and back into the present; I realized that there where six pairs of eyes watching me carefully full of understanding and pity even.

"So that's pretty much what led me here."

My eyes glanced over to the one known as Jasper; if I was correct he could gauge people emotions. So knowing how I myself was feeling I knew he was feeling the same way; I stood up from the seat they have given me.

"Forgive me, I have come and caused your family trouble I should go. Thank you for your hospitality, and again I apologize for the intrusion."

As I headed toward the door to leave it wasn't Carlisle's voice that caused me to stop; but someone else's voice.

"Wait, you should stay, and I think you're wrong about not having a talent. I could read the pain in your eyes as you told us your story, so I was waiting for the pain that you were feeling to wash over me it never came. You are some how able to filter your emotions, however I wonder how it will effect you if it were to all come to a head."

Jasper's words confused me it wasn't until Carlisle started to speak that I started to understand.

"What I think Jasper is trying to say, is that you have the ability to feel someone else's pain whether it is emotional or physical. It may have stemmed from every pain or hardship you pulled through as a human. Perhaps you've never noticed it because you were never truly close to some one until you met Emmaline, by then you were filled with so much of your own pain that hers was nothing; until you saw it in her eyes when she looked at you."

Carlisle was leaning toward trusting me as was Esme do to her husband and then Alice and Jasper. Emmett continued to stare at me while Rosalie looked away from me. Several minutes later I took Carlisle and Jasper's words to heart as I started to discover more about myself. A searing pain then suddenly shot through my chest catching me off guard my eyes widened in surprise. Emmaline was hurting wherever she was at; the sorrow that I was feeling came to me whenever she thought about her parents. Before I had just thought that is was my own sorrow over the loss of my family and now I understood. The sorrow I feel from time to time wasn't just mine but hers as well; it was the reason I felt such sorrow all the time. Deep down inside since the death of her parents she felt this pain.

It was about to drive me insane, so I could only imagine what this was doing to her. Carlisle's voice broke through the fog I was in once it started to clear; I noticed that Emmett was standing beside me holding me up. For in that moment I felt like my legs had been ripped away.

"Adam, what is it what happened."

"Emmaline," without even looking any of the Cullens I disappeared into the night; though I was sure that they were right behind me.

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Edward's POV

Coming around the turn, I spotted a stone house. I caught the final notes of Clair de lune, as it was coming to a close. I glanced over at Bella and watched her nodded.

"It makes sense for her to come here; this is where she grew up; before the accident that is and then she left and not by choice."

As I climbed out of the car, I noticed that the snow fall was no longer as heavy as it had been earlier. If it weren't for my unnatural eye sight I might not have noticed the lighter snow fall. I walked at a human pace to walk around the car and open Bella's door. Taking her hand I helped her step out into the snow.

We were on our way to the front door, when I was suddenly assaulted by Emmaline's thoughts. Whatever wall that had been there earlier in the day was gone now. It took me a moment to realize that what I was seeing or hearing wasn't really thoughts at all; they were memories. I saw flames first as if they were right in front of me; causing me to jump slightly, then screams.

'Don't leave me don't go. Please don't go, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.'

Shaking Emmaline's last thoughts from my mind I realized that the scream were no longer a thought, but real. The front door being wide open, confirmed that I had been distracted by Emmaline's thoughts. Bella was already inside the house, she was calming Emmaline from whatever had happened. For I could already feel the clarity of Emmaline's thoughts fading back to a keyhole now.

I pulled the door closed behind me as I stepped over the threshold. I followed both of their scents into a bedroom. Upon reaching the doorway I realized that this room must have belonged to Emmaline's parents. Bella had climbed into the bed and was sitting next to her, I became in traced as I watched Bella say southing things to Emmaline. To which she then grew quite in her sleep; not once did she stir as if to awaken.

Making my way to the bed I slowly sat down on the end of the bed. Bella's dark eyes were full of sadness as she looked up at me.

"Bella, what happened to Emmaline's parents? I saw things, the things she was thinking or dreaming about. That's never happened to me before its not apart of my gift."

I watched as Bella started to chew on her bottom lip; which told me that she was nervous and upset as well.

"Emmaline's parents Rae Swan, and Sage Turner died in a car accident when she was thirteen. Emmaline was the only survivor, though no one knows how she did."

My brow drew down as I frown slightly at Bella's words. However, it wasn't Bella who spoke next in was Adam. I had sensed his thoughts mere seconds ago, with a few of my family. Alice had just had a vision, in the vision Emmaline was singing, dancing and swirling in the middle of a meadow. However, Alice had no idea what it meant, and neither did I.

"What Bella means is that no one in Forks knows how Emmaline made it out of the car. It was mangled pretty bad, firefighters and a rescue team arrived right as the car exploded into flames."

I then gave Adam a curious look. He returned my look with a small smirk.

"When I met Emmaline she made me want to know more about her. So I came to her home town and looked through the archives."

Adam then gave me a sheepish look, "I apologize for earlier, I over reacted a little. I should have…"

I however stopped him from saying anything more.

"You have nothing to apologize for, we were both being protective."

I stole a glance at Bella as she shifted ever so slightly beside her cousin.

"I think we both will agree that we guard something much more precious."

My eyes stayed on Adam as he glided over to the other side of the bed. I had to steel myself from growling low in my throat. He wasn't going to hurt Bella, but Bella's motherly actions toward her cousin had made me want to protect Emmaline as well. Earlier today she had been so bubbly I would have thought that Alice had some how gotten to her. This evening though I had gotten a glimpse of someone else. I saw now that though she had grown and had maturity that rivaled Bella's; she was still that child that had never truly been able to morn for her parents.

Humans were supposed to shy away from us. However, just like Bella I watched as Emmaline snuggled closer to Adam as he lifted her into his arms.

'You may have fallen asleep here Emmaline, but you don't have to awake up here.'

I wouldn't argue with him on that it would be better if she could awake somewhere else. Where that was in this house I had no clue. The images I had seen in my mind as Emmaline dreamed still bothered me. What did it all mean?

Walking out of the room I noticed that the door at the end of the hallway was closed. The doorknob I noticed was older then the other and didn't match. With my own hand being cold I didn't register the coldness I suppose the knob was supposed to have. The lock gave away with a mere turn of my wrist.

I then stared in wonder and disbelief at what lay before my ageless eyes. To which only led to more questions to swirl within me.

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(A/N: I know, I know you want to kill me. This is the first chapter that has taken a lot out of me. The main reason I could relate to Adam and Emmaline. Six years ago I lost my dad it still feels fresh sometimes. I do hope this chapter has piqued more interested and I hope your New Year is wild and fun.

TaintedDarkInuShemeeko)