Emmett's POV

When I woke up in the morning, Roxy was spread across my chest. She was still asleep, looking completely calm... I rolled her on her side, to get up and start unlocking the house. She grumbled a little, but stayed asleep. For a second, I completely forgot where I was. Then I remembered I left Rosalie and ended up meeting Isabella and staying with her huge clan.

I got out of the bed and walked to my closet door. When I opened it, it looked like Alice threw up all over it. I groaned and looked at the different colored shirts, pants, shoes, and they were all my size. Then Roxy popped up behind, almost scaring. I chuckled and looked at her.

"Who gave me the clothes?" I asked.

"Probably Zila." She answered. "Thank you for letting me stay."

I smiled at her shyness and kissed her cheek and whispered a 'Your Welcome'. She smiled and walked out of the room, telling me she would see me around. Just before I got dressed, I head screaming downstairs. I quickly ran down the stairs, as well as the other men in the house. It was two girls fighting each other- Makenzie and Scarlett. I pulled the two girls off of each other. Isabella came downstairs, completely unsurprised by the fight.

I pulled one of the girls and walked up the stairs with her. I didn't know which girl was which, but she was still cussing out the other one, trying to push me off of her. I didn't say anything to her, I just walked her to my room.

"Be quiet for a second." I said and sat her on my bed. I knelt down in front of her and could feel her rage pouring off of her in waves. "What's going on?"

"She pisses me off." She growled.

"Why?"

"She just does." She said and crossed her arms.

I sighed, knowing I wasn't going to get anything out of her anytime soon. "Stay in this room until I say you can go."

"You're not the boss of me."

"Just do it." I said. I walked into my closet to get dressed. I wore a simple black, button-up long sleeve and some dark jeans. The girl was still sitting there, blowing off her steam by messing with the pillow. I walked back to her and asked for her name. The one I grabbed was Scarlett.

"Scarlett, stay with me today." I said.

"Why?"

"Because, I want to know you better." I said. "Know this place better. Stay with me today."

"Okay." She said.

We both walked downstairs, to accompany the guys. They were talking about a maker that needed to be found. Abby's maker. She hadn't told me that he was still alive. I thought he had been killed by Isabella and her clan. The guys didn't want me to go out just yet, to find more nomads or rogue wolves. They wanted me to stay around the house, get to know people better. If they ran into Abby's maker, they were going to call me, so I had my phone on the entire time. Scarlett was by my side the entire time, keeping quiet. Stephen raised his eyebrow at me, wondering if I moved that quickly. I just chuckled and said no. I was secretly going to get inside of her mind- to find out the reason she hates Makenzie.

When the guys left, I walked around with Scarlett around Shelton. It was still a small town, almost the same as Forks. Seattle and Port Angeles was not nearly close to Shelton as I thought it would be. It was more up North. Maybe I could take some of the girls to go shopping... Oh damn, I sound like Alice. Or maybe I was just used to taking Rosalie and Alice shopping since Jasper didn't want to and Edward 100% hated shopping. There were people looking at us, as we passing through.

"Many people are staring." I whispered.

"There's a rumor going on about the mansion." She said. "Anyone pale as us are to believe they live at the 'Sex Mansion.'"

"Sex mansion?"

"They think we're Playboys." She said.

"Wow..." I said.

"Yeah, it bothers Isabella. She wants to move, but we don't know where yet. Maybe even get a bigger house."

"Does the Volturi know? They always seem to watch big groups."

"Yes, the Volturi knows. They don't exactly approve, so they made a deal with Isabella and Dominic. They both have powerful gifts, something that the Volturi wanted. Isabella was a shield. She was able to expand her shield to keep the entire guard safe and use it as a weapon. It destroyed any vampire quickly without any problems. As for Dominic, he was able to control anyone." She said. "They both left twice when the Volturi needed them. The guys had to take over for awhile."

I then took Scarlett shopping. She was almost like Rosalie and Alice. She bought a lot of clothes, but thanked me for it. She also talked a lot about the most randomness things. I could say Scarlett was a very happy person, even though she's been through complete hell. I wanted to ask her about her maker, but I knew she would tell me some time around. Now wasn't the right time.

While I was waiting for Scarlett to come out of the dressing room in Victoria's Secret, until a girl came up to me. She had flirty eyes with blonde hair and very pink lipstick.

"Hi." She said, wiggling her fingers.

"Hi."

"I haven't seen you around here. You must be new."

"Yes."

"Oh. It's nice to see new faces around here. This is a small town... not a lot of cute guys in the town either. They're all in the mansion over there."

"Well, so am I." I said.

She looked at me, unsure of what to say next. After a small moment of awkwardness, Scarlett came out of the dressing room. She looked at the girl for a moment and frowned. The girl started to walk away, then turned to look at Scarlett. She had a sense of fear in her eye, but didn't say anything to her.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"I screwed up one day..." She said. "Can we go now?"

"Sure..." I said.

While we were walking back to the car, I got a call from Quentin. He was telling me they were able to where Abby's maker was, but he wasn't there. He wanted me to get to the house, thinking he would be around there. Scarlett and I quickly drove to the house. I bursted through the doors and smelt around for any unknown scent. Isabella was looking also, in the backyard- which, by the way, was probably the same size as the damn house. It was huge.

We told all the girls to stay inside and with each other. If Abby's maker was actually here, there was no doubt he would try to get her. Isabella was walking around the lawn, listening out for anything suspicious. She looked at me and shook her head, indicating there was no one here. I called Quentin back, wondering what the hell was going on.

"What's going on?" I asked him. "He's not here, there's no sign of him here."

"Check again and again, check everything. He's not where we are either. We think he's up to something."

"Where are you all?"

"We're on our way back to the house." He said.

"Alright. We'll check again. But Isabella and I can't seem to find anyone." I said.

We hung up and did three more checks around the house before the others came home. Isabella wasn't exactly happy that we weren't able to find him. She didn't want to keep worrying about one vampire being able to hurt any of the girls. She wanted us to find him and quick. Sooner or later, he was bound to show up at the house. We just didn't know when or how.

We walked back into the house, all the girls sitting in the living room, wondering what was going on. Personally, I believed he was going to do something stupid- like make three dozen newborns or try to get another clan on his side. I kept this part of me to myself, hopefully I was wrong about it.

Isabella excused the girls to do whatever they wanted, but they needed to keep their eyes and ears open. If they were right about Abby's maker being here, it was dangerous for anybody. Isabella told us guys to maker sure the girls were safe, watching out for anything suspicious.

I stayed behind with Isabella, while the others went to made a perimeter around the house. I watched Isabella closely, making sure she was alright. I decided that I needed to trust her, and the same for me.

"Hey, can we talk?" I asked.

"Sure." She said. We both walked to a formal living room- which she had many of those. In all of them, there was a two loveseats and one family couch, a flat-screen television, a computer, and many decorations. I've noticed that Isabella has a theme for each room in the house. This formal living room's theme was white and elegant. It was this room that reminded Isabella of her childhood. Isabella told me her parents loved crystal white, beautiful.

"What did you want to talk about with me?" Isabella asked.

"I lied to you the first time we met." I said.

"About what?" She asked.

"When you asked me if I was a nomad. I actually wasn't. I was in a Clan already." I said.

"Oh..." She said. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't exactly trust people in run into. I'm protective of them."

"Then why did you come to live with us?" I looked down, really not wanting to tell her about Rosalie. But she caught on. "What was her name?"

"Rosalie." I admitted. "She, uh, wasn't sure if she was in love with me or not. And we ended it..."

"And you wanted to get out of the house." She said, catching on.

"Yes. Don't get me wrong, Isabella. I like it here, even though it's been a day. I like the change atmosphere..."

"Good." She said. "What if your former clan wants you back?"

"That's something I'll face when the time comes. But, honestly, Isabella, I have a good feeling about me being here. I don't think I could want to leave."

"Good." She smiled. "Let's go out tonight, you and I. We have more to discuss anyways..."

"Alright..." I said.

She patted my leg and walked off somewhere. I stood there for awhile, wondering what she wanted to talk about. Axel came out of nowhere, smirking. He had one of the girls, who I believed was Phoebe on his back.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh nooothing..." He said. Phoebe was giggling on his back, hiding underneath her dark blonde hair. "But your showing..."

"Showing what?" I asked, checking myself. I was completely fine, what the hell was he talking about? I was about to ask him, but he had completely disappeared.

I sighed and walked downstairs to the main living room. Scarlett had walked back up to me, remembering that she was supposed to stay with me. I stayed downstairs with more than half of the girls talking to me. They wanted to know my favorite color- red, how old I was- 96, my first kiss- Rosalie, where he was from- Tennessee... pretty much everything about me. The girls knew that I just divorced my wife, though they didn't seem to stop flirting with me. Some wanted to know what Rosalie looked like, but Isabella cut in saying it was a little too early for that, that and I didn't actually have a picture of her. I was so upset, I deleted pictures of her and I.

When it hit 6 in the evening, nothing had happened through out the day with anybody. There were no new vampires, no rogue vampires, and no sign of Abby's maker anymore. I still had the strangest feeling that he was around, making plans for us. Though I couldn't put a name on it.

Isabella and I went to go get dressed for the 'date' that we were having. Everyone in the house continuously kept calling it a date, but it was just a meeting between the two of us- which Isabella kept calling it. Secretly, I was calling it a date, but when everyone else kept saying date, I agreed with Isabella by calling it a meeting.

I was waiting downstairs for Isabella. I was wearing a simple tux and with a blue shirt under. Isabella wanted me to wear blue, since it would match her dress. Isabella was all for the matching- for herself and others. She hated outfits that didn't match. She was like Alice... The girls were commenting on how good I liked and flirted their way in to make me smile.

When she did finally come downstairs, she was wearing an all-white one shoulder drape dress, with deep blue wrapped platforms, a blue diamond heart-shaped necklace, a sapphire ring, with a deep blue bag. Her deep brown hair came down in loose curls, she had a little bit of pink lip gloss on, and her eyes were shadowed. She was gorgeous.

"Wow..." I whispered. The other guys were also staring at Isabella. I guess Isabella dressed like this rarely. "You look amazing."

"Thanks." She said.

"Completely jealous right now..." Annabelle said.

"Don't be." Isabella said. "You all are gorgeous. I just dress like this when I feel like it."

"When do you ever feel like it? We rarely see you like this." Harmony said.

"True..." Isabella said. "Why don't you look handsome today?"

I scoffed. "I always do." I joked. Zila hit me then walked both of us out the door.

"Don't be late." She said.

Isabella and I had to be back before ten to shut down the house. We nodded and walked to the car.

Isabella took me to a restaurant/club. When I walked in, I could tell why Isabella loved it. It was Crystal Blue everywhere. It was completely elegant, white and crystal blue with diamonds everywhere. It was called Moonlight. During the day, the restaurant was completely different, but at night, it changed into something completely else.

She had a smile when she was walking into the restaurant. I unconsciously wrapped my hand around her waist. She didn't say anything, but I could tell she was shocked.

"We have a reservation under Isabella Swan." She said.

"Swan..." I whispered. I could see how it fit her.

"Follow me please..." The waiter said, while looking at me.

We walked up some stairs that led to a balcony. On one side it was the restaurant, on the other side, it was the club. There was a wall between the two, though the balcony was staying on pillars. It was quiet complicated, but beautiful. Isabella smiled at me when we took our seats, facing each other.

A waitress came up, asking if we wanted anything. We didn't eat, of course, but Isabella wanted to drink wine. I wanted to ask her why, but I kept it alone.

"So, Emmett, tell me about your former clan." She said.

"Alright, well. In 1936, I was out in the forest, hunting for my family, something I would usually do. Then, a damn bear decided to attack me. I was on the verge of dying, until Rosalie came and saved me. She carried me all the way back to her maker- Carlisle Cullen."

"Carlisle?" She asked.

"Yes. He changed me." I said. "Do you know who he is?"

"Yes. He was with the Volturi back then, not as a guard, just as a friend."

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Old. I don't like to say my age, that and I have no idea how old I actually am." She smiled. "But yes, I've ran into Carlisle before. Nice man, really. How is he?"

"He's good. He's a doctor now, has a wife, has 'children'. I'd say he's pretty fine."

"Good." She said. Isabella took a sip of her wine and looked at me.

She was a beautiful woman, really. She knew that I was looking at her and had that shyness coming to her.

"Why did you really want me here?" I asked.

"I don't know. There's something about you that intrigues people. Not just me, everyone. Not only that, the girls were talking to me about you. They feel like they already can trust you, they feel protected by you. I assume, in your human years, you were strong, you're family looked up to you."

"Yes, they did. As well as my former family."

"Good." She said. "Then you're a good member for this family. But... do you plan on seeing them again?"

"I don't know yet. I mean, yes, I want to see them, but I don't think I want to live with them. I'm not going to leave you all... If I did, I wouldn't... be able to save more vampires, I'd feel like it would be my fault."

"It wouldn't."

"I know, but this is what I want. Don't worry about me leaving." Isabella nodded and sipped some more wine.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I pulled it out and saw it was Esme calling me. I whispered a 'shit' and answered my phone.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Emmett, it's Esme. How are you doing?"

"Esme, it's only been a day since I've been gone."

"I know... I just wanted to see how you were doing..." She said.

"I'm fine as expected Es. Don't worry about me. I just need some time off."

"Are you going to come home anytime soon?"

"Probably not Es. I'll text you though, alright?"

"Fine. I'm expecting a text every day though." She said.

"Alright. I'll text you. Bye Es." I said.

"Bye." There was a small sense of sadness in her voice when she said bye. I knew I was going to feel bad, but I just didn't want to be home. I hoped this didn't make me feel like a complete asshole.

Isabella was looking away from me, while I was wondering what she was thinking. Just as I was about to say something, my phone beeped. I looked to see that Esme had texted me.

"Not even five minutes..." I whispered.

Isabella laughed at me, with a small sense of hope in her eyes. "Tell me more about yourself."

I told her everything, not hiding anything back. I told her about my personality how everyone told me I was always happy, childish, and joking around. I told her about my love for Rosalie that I thought it would last forever and I was the happiest man alive- until recently. I was always competitive and I would usually be the one to win. I talked to her about my individual relationships, me being close to Carlisle, the mother-son relationship with Esme, my older brother relationship with Jasper and Edward, and my trustworthy sisterly love with Alice. Isabella asked me about Jasper, wondering if she has heard of him before. She said he sounded familiar, but really couldn't put a face to his name. Then I told her about his southern wars with Maria back in the 1860s, until she said she must have the wrong Jasper.

Then she asked me about Edward. I told her he has been single his entire human and undead vampire life. I truthfully told her that Edward was actually my favorite brother, telling her that Edward was comfortable around me because I tend to speak and act on my thoughts. Even though I hated him reading my damn mind, it was something he wasn't able to control.

Isabella was entirely interested in my family and hearing about where I came from. She told me she trusts me even more, because knowing Carlisle, she knew I wouldn't be a danger to anyone in the house. She did truthfully tell me that the guys were keeping a close eye on me, just in case I wasn't trustworthy. But she changed her mind when she saw me talking with everyone, being relax.

Around 9:50, we had to leave Moonlight, so I could lock down the house. Isabella put her trust into me, even thought it's been pretty much two days with us. I promised her I wouldn't do anything stupid, even if it was the death of me. When we got back to the house, Scarlett was standing outside my door. I told her I would be right back while I locked down the house.

We did a search around the house quickly, then set the alarms and I made my way up to my room. Scarlett was patiently waiting on my bed, combing her hair.

"Everything alright?" she asked.

"Everything's fine." I said. "Can we talk?"

"Sure." She said. This day with Scarlett was supposed to be me trying to find out why she and Makenzie hated each other, but I was sidetracked with this maker that was running around here.

"What's going on with you and Makenzie?" I asked.

"What?" she asked.

I sighed and then walked into my closet to put some pajama shorts on. I turned off the lights, only keeping a lamp on, then laid down. I grabbed Scarlett and laid her head on my chest. I ran my fingers through her hair, trying to figure out how I was going to press this out of her.

"Why do you hate Makenzie so much?" I asked.

"Well, first, she's an annoying who thinks she's better than everyone in this house. She swears she's gorgeous... She's selfish, arrogant, and a little bitch who has no feelings for anybody in this house other than herself. It's so annoying and I'm a person whose not afraid to tell her that." She said, while sitting up.

"There's something more to that." I said.

"What else is there, Emmy." She asked me. "She's a bitch and I hate her."

"Calm down." I said, lying her back down. "Some people are like that. My ex-wife was the same exact way, she didn't really love anybody other than herself, including me. Finally I snapped, but I ended up walking away. I told her the truth, about how she was. But I didn't continuously keep telling her or bashing at her. If I were you, Scarlett, I'd walk away. There's absolutely no point in having to keep arguing with her. Let someone else handle it, you don't need to. But I have a feeling that there's more to this hatred of yours."

She sat up to say something, but I stopped her. "Don't tell me now. Just think about what I said. Can you do that one thing for me?"

"Fine." She said and laid back down.

We soon fell asleep about ten minutes later. Just as I was finally in my sleeping mode, the alarm set off. It was blaring through the entire house. I had to throw Scarlett and the blankets off of me, luckily she just gave a small laugh.

I ran downstairs, completely shocked at who the person was entering the house. I knew all hell was about to break loose.

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