I don't know how many of you have looked at my bios that I posted but I thought I should make a quick one for Emma…

Hair: black with bleach blonde and yellow strikes, it has the 'scene' look. Poofy and ridge on the top smooth an straight at the bottom

Eyes: mix of gold and red. Its because she drinks human blood and animal blood. More human though

Style: at this part she's, in my mind, wearing a yellow tutu with black and yellow stripe leggings with checkered low tops and a White T-shirt. She has yellow bows in her hair. This is usually her style and skinny jeans with band tees

Height: 5"2 and Kevin's 6"3 or something.

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I moan out of frustration. It wasn't bad enough that there was nothing really to do here but the music! All of it was crummy and terribly written. I had actually tried giving it a shot while laying on my bed in the hotel room I had rented but enough was enough. I walk towards the radio and slam my fist into it. That's better.

I sigh and twist a finger around a long strand of dyed black hair. I knew if I could just think hard enough than I could remember where my old house was but what use would that do me? It would just bring back painful memories. I grab my purse and umbrella, recently purchased at a convenient store, and head out. The rain hadn't let up ever since I arrived and by the view of it, it didn't look like it would for a couple more days.

I ride the elevator down with only one other passenger. A elderly women, about eighty, in a graceful evening dress.

"You know, you look like someone I know."

I look at her bewildered, then smile.

"Oh, I get that a lot." She smiled back but her smile didn't comfort me. It actually gave me the creeps. We stood in silence for a couple seconds.

"Now I remember who you remind me of." She says , half to herself and half out loud. I smile weakly.

"Really?" I ask, with fake interest.

"Yes, my great great grandmother Emily Harpens. Well actually you look more like her sister, Emmailin. I have a photo somewhere in here…" I hold my breath as she digs through her small silk purse for a picture. So my sister had children, a family, and to think she was only six the last time I saw her. I try to grasp at reality and that I was standing by my great great niece.

"Ah, here it is."

The picture was almost in ruins. It had yellowed and there was a stain over what looked to be my father. Mother was right by him, unharmed by the stained with the three of us in front of them. Darren, was the farthest to the left, with me in the middle, and Emily on the end. The old lady points to the picture of me.

"That's her. You have the exact same face and every thing."

"I guess…we kinds do."

The elevator dings and the doors burst open with a flood of fresh air. I wave bye to the old lady and head out the lobby's doors. The rain was still pouring down so I open my umbrella and head down the street. There weren't many people on the streets at this time of the day and the select few were business men that got caught in the rain or couples that just didn't care. It actually sadden me to see the couples, making me think of Kevin. I hope he wasn't too scared about what had happened. I feel like such a idiot. Why couldn't I just keep control? I turn the corner on Rose St. I lowered my head so I wouldn't have to look at any of the happy couples. But something catches my senses. It smelt like…vampire. I look up and search for where the scent was coming from. I chase it up another block that leads me to a unpleasant looking house. Well more like a mansion ….my mansion. I walk slowly up the lawn to the for sale by owner sign hammered onto one of the post. The scent was stronger than ever. I walk up the steps that lead to the door and noticed that it had been forced open. The rusted door knob hung lifeless from where it once was. I push the door open and creep inside. There was dust everywhere and it smelled of rats. As I take a couple more steps into the hallway I freeze. The scent was strong, really strong now.

"Hello, Emma. My darling creation."

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The plane landed at eight o' five that same night. I was so relieved when it did. I tried to look calm as I came off but my face gave me away, I know it. There was this nervousness that I just couldn't shake. I was too worried about Emma. I needed to tell her that I wasn't mad, that it didn't matter that…

"There will be enough time for that, lover boy." Edward says, shutting the drivers door behind him. We had rented the fastest car that we could find, which that actually was part of the nervousness. These guys drove crazy, like 100 mph on average.

"And were just going that slow for your sake." Edward says, a smirk going across his face. I roll my eyes. I hate his gift.

"You know it would be nice if I could keep my thoughts to myself."

One of them giggles but I couldn't tell which one. I could feel Jasper trying to make the mood more easier but it wasn't working too much.

"How far away do her thoughts seem?" Molly ask.

"About maybe twenty miles at the least. But it doesn't look good." I turn my head toward the window. Not good? How can things go bad for a vampire?