Emmett's POV
Isabella would not leave me alone for the life of me. Actually, I take that back. No one would leave me alone for the life of me. They all wanted to know what happened and I had to keep saying that I didn't know. If I tried to say something about Vastel, or the demons, or the angels, Vastel would make my head explode on the inside. You know, the guy was an ass for an angel.
As of right now, I was standing in the bedroom, where I died at. Isabella was holding my hand, staring at me. I couldn't believe I had died from some demon-vampire thing. On top of that, I was shocked angels or demons existed. I didn't want to believe him, but all the evidence pointed to it. The dark shadow, me dying, Vastel coming to me.
Also, I wanted to know who and where the demon was. He was working for the Volturi. And since he was working for the Volturi, he... or she probably told the Volturi where we were at. I wouldn't be surprised if they showed up at the house in an hour or so. The main problem was... who was the demon? They obviously had to be in the house, they had to be. Otherwise, the Volturi wouldn't have known where we were.
And the damn thing was going to try and kill Dominic tonight. I realized that it was killing the people closest to Isabella, trying to make her weak from her emotions. But the more I thought about it, the less it seemed true. I would think, if I knew Isabella very well, she would spend her life trying to find whoever killed me. I wanted to ask her about it, but I wasn't sure I wanted to tip her in that direction. So I kept quiet.
"Emmett?" I heard Isabella's small voice peer out to me.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." I lied. "Just a little... stuck."
"Then I'll pull you with me." She said and pulled me with our hands locked together.
She sat on the bed, putting her hands up my shirt.
"Isabella..." I said, protesting. This woman was going to be the death of me...
Well, actually she wasn't. Aro was going to be the death of me but you know what I mean...
"Emmett, I thought you died. And I... I sat there, thinking of all the things I should have done to keep you happy, for me not to be selfish. I'm sorry Emmett. For all the times I played you into thinking that I was in love with you. And the truth is, I was lying to myself. I am in love with you, I was just afraid. Each day, I regret not going with you sooner and I want to spend this eternity with you."
"Bella, this fight..."
"I know, it could be the death of us." She said. "But I at least want to spend these last couple of days, weeks, or maybe months with you. I don't want to lose you again. I don't think I'll be able to handle it."
I sat next to her and kissed her. She had no idea what was about to come in store for me. Even if Vastel would let me tell the truth, I don't think I would tell Isabella about my death.
Isabella laid her forehead against mine. "I want to marry you Emmett."
"Isabella..." I protested.
"Emmett. I want to marry you. Propose to me." She said.
"I... I can't."
She sat back, completely confused.
"I'm not turning you down Bells. It's just that... I can't... propose to you if something were to happen to either of us."
"Emmett, your talking as if you're already dead. Do you plan on dying in this fight?"
"Do you?" I asked. "Bella... I just can't..."
"Nothing will happen to me... to us. I'll make sure of it." She said. "Please Emmett.. I love you. More than anything or anyone in this world. I want to do this with you."
"I just need to think about it..." I said.
"Guys, Maria is close by." I heard Alice say.
"Come on, we'll talk about it later." I said.
We walked down the stairs, hand in hand. She refused to leave my side for even a second. It hurt to see her like this, the love of my life willing to give herself over for me. It's something that I was suppose to do, something that I possibly could end up doing.
Carlisle patted my back, smiling. I gave a small smile back but I knew he saw that it didn't reach my eyes. And it didn't. I knew the date of my death and how I was going to die. Vastel said there was no way of getting around it, sadly. Even if it wasn't from Aro, I was bound to die that day. I would end up leaving Isabella all by herself. It was hard to even let her out of my sight for three minutes. Let alone being in heaven or hell.
Isabella pulled my hand, wanting to stand outside for Maria and the others to show. Honestly, I would be tense as hell, but I wasn't feeling it. Now that I knew the possible complete truth out there, Maria was just an eyelash in someone's eye. It was the demons I should be afraid of. Especially the one that was coming here tonight to kill Dominic.
I heard a boat pulling up with a presence of forty-three vampires. I wasn't ecstatic that Isabella would have newborns for this fight, then again, I understood. Newborns were strong, if they were controlled. With Maria, we had a good chance of having almost everyone live throughout this fight. Then again, newborns were careless, they just wanted blood. It would be hard to control them all.
Maria stepped off the boat, with Victoria flanking her right side. The forty newborns walked towards us, watching us move.
Maria walked gracefully to Isabella, with a fake smile plastered to her face. When she saw Jasper and Peter standing behind us, her smile even widened.
"Maria." Isabella said.
"How nice it is to see you all again. I suppose Charlotte is here as well." Maria said.
"We are not here to make friends, to see old comrades. We're here to train, to kill the Volturi." Peter said. "Something every vampire should very much focus on."
"Peter... seems like you do not like to change much."
"Just being realistic." He said and turned to walk into the house.
"You promised me something when you were to come here. I am expecting it to stay the same." Isabella warned. She grabbed my hand and walked in the house.
The others were weary of Maria, hearing many stories of her past. Especially Esme. She never liked hearing the name Maria, let alone having her in the same room as her. If Esme was capable of killing Maria herself, she would have done it a long time ago. Then when she heard about Isabella and Maria, it just added gas to the fire.
Everyone noticed Maria and the newborns. Victoria was somewhat walking next to Maria, knowing she would be hated as much as well. As they stared at her, something in my chest started to hurt. And I knew who was doing it...
Vastel...
He had a really bad way of contacting me, making me feel pain. Really, I would have to talk to him about this, because it was ridiculous.
"I'll be right back." I whispered to Bella.
She pouted and mumbled something but I hurried off. The pain was getting too intense.
I ran to the bedroom and locked the door. Vastel was standing at the dresser, looking at the mirror. His black hair in a complete mess, his pale skin, the dark red eyes. For an angel, he was creepy looking. Then again, he was the angel for vampires.
"Vastel."
"Emmett." He said, not turning from the mirror. "Do not worry, the others cannot hear us."
"How are you here? You usually poof me somewhere else." I asked.
"Well, I was able to come down to the human earth for once. I truly do not know why. But I am here. I am able to help you when this shadow demon comes. One problem, however, I will disappear when a vampire is killed. I have to go back to send them on. And I never know when it happens, it is something we will both have to work with."
"Okay, question, will the others see you?"
"Yes." He said.
"Stop staring at the mirror Vastel." I said. "The others will know something is weird with you. You don't act normal."
"What exactly is normal, Emmett?" He asked.
"Okay, well act like a vampire. Vampires do not stare at themselves in the mirror... you can't even see yourself..." I whispered.
"I am an angel, not a vampire."
I sighed. This guy was going to have the hardest time here. I made Vastel change into something else, something that wasn't white. I quickly told him not to stare at people, avoid mirrors, and keep to himself. We were supposedly "friends" who haven't seen each other in years. Also, he needed to give people space. The man will stand behind you without any problems. It made me uncomfortable...
"Alright." I said. "Close enough."
We walked down the stairs, Vastel close behind me.
"Uhh... we have another vampire." I said.
Isabella turned to him and gave a small smile. She walked up to him, without any problems. "Nice to meet you."
"The pleasure is mine Isabella." Vastel said, kissing her hand. "It is nice to finally meet you. The name of Isabella is floating around in the heavens."
I mentally smacked my forehead.
Isabella tilted her head, not sure of what to say next. "Thank you?"
Vastel smiled and looked at me, very proud of himself.
"I'm sure you know everybody's names already." I said.
"Yes and I know all of their death dat-" He began until I dragged him out of the room.
I did something I thought I would never do... and that was scream at an angel.
Second time had to be right.
Vastel kept quiet as he walked by my side. The others were distracted with strategies of how to go against the Volturi. Luckily, with Peter's ability to see which outcome would be the best, we now knew what would work and what didn't. He also thought about how to add in the wolves, making our outcome better. Isabella was stuck on who was going to fight and who was going to stay out. Of course, she wanted the "little" ones to stay out of it with Esme.
Esme didn't argue with Isabella when she took her out. When Rosalie was added to Isabella's "Little Ones" list, she threw her bitch fit.
"There is no way in hell I am sitting this one out. You need me. I cannot sit here and wait for everyone to walk in to tell me if my family survived or not. Esme may can do it, but I refuse." Rose said.
Isabella sat back in the seat, rubbing her temples like she had a headache. "Fine. Do what you think is best."
Well, wasn't expecting it to go like that.
Edward nodded at me, looking between Isabella and Rosalie.
"We need to train these newborns." Maria said.
"No, you need to train these newborns. Not us." Bella said.
"You're the one who wanted me to change them. I've already been dealing with them for the last year, maybe even more. In other words, I don't want to train them. They weren't made for me." She said.
"If you want to have it that way Maria, fine." Isabella said.
"You, who are you?" Maria asked, looking at Vastel.
"My name is Vastel." He said.
"What's your story?" Alice asked.
"Excuse me?"
"Your story, we all have one. Maria and her idiocy creating Jasper, Charlotte, and Peter. Carlisle changing Emmett, Rosalie, Edward and Esme. So on, so forth. Who changed you?"
"I was never changed. I was created." He said.
I groaned and fell to the floor. This was it... They were going to find out about him because angels didn't know how to lie.
"Emmett, what are you doing?" Isabella asked.
"What do you mean by created?" Carlisle asked.
"He, uh, doesn't remember what happened to him." I blurted.
"Okay, you two are hiding something." Maggie said.
Vastel and I looked at Maggie, completely forgetting she can tell who's lying or not. The girl was scary, actually. I would never be able to get anything away from Isabella because of her.
"I assure you Maggie, we are not hiding anything from you." Vastel said.
"How old are you?"
"I was born in 300 B.C. I have lived for a very long time."
"Longer than the Volturi..." Carlisle mumbled.
"Yes, indeed."
"You're so proper, it's sort of freaky."
"Yes, he's weird." I said.
Vastel looked at me. "I'll make your death early..."
"Ass." I whispered.
Isabella sat down on my side, since I was still lying on the floor like an idiot.
"We need to continue on with this strategy." I said.
We made a plan of having all the gifted people to be in the front wave. Behind that wave, or the second wave, would be the strongest, like me. Isabella would be in the first wave, which I completely hated. In the last wave, or the third wave, would be all the wolves. Isabella wanted to keep them out of this as much as possible. As do I. Vastel didn't say a word when it came to the possible deaths. He just kept giving me small glances.
When Isabella said she wanted to take down Caius, I told her she shouldn't, which only pissed her off. She claimed that I was trying my best to get myself killed, which was going to happen anyways, yet I didn't tell her that, she would throw a complete fit.
I sighed and looked at the time. It was close to ten. I didn't want to be up any longer, until I remembered the damn shadow thing coming for Dominic tonight.
Vastel and I told everyone to go to bed, Isabella wondering why Vastel was pushing everyone to bed. I just told her he wanted to help with the lock up. She didn't bother me with it and walked up to bed. Finally, it was Vastel and I. He was standing there, not blinking, not moving, right next to me, making me completely uncomfortable again.
"Vastel, what did I say about space?" I asked.
"Sorry." He said and stepped back.
"How do I kill this thing?" I asked.
"Lighted Oil." He said. "Not only that, we have to seal the ashes in a holy container."
"Holy container?" I asked. "What? The heavens have Tupperware?"
He looked at me, completely missing the joke.
"Never mind." I said.
He gave me this stone jar that had many symbols embedded on it. It was strange, really. I was still stuck on angels and demons existing.
"Once you put its ashes in there, it can never come out."
"So what, this thing isn't actually dead? It's just stuck."
"Yes." He said.
"Sucks for him." I said. "Let's go."
Vastel and I stayed outside of Dominic's room. It was going to be a little hard, considering many people were in that room. Maybe if we got Dominic alone, we could light this oil on fire and pour it on the shadow without waking so many people. It was the only thing we could do.
I walked in the room, stepping over people to get to Dominic. I smacked the back of his head, waking him up.
"What the hell?"
"Shh, come on." I said.
We walked Dominic down the stairs, waiting for this shadow thing to kill him. However, we waited and waited, Dominic getting very impatient. I looked at Vastel with questioning eyes and he shrugged, not knowing what was going on as well.
We waited for another hour and even let Dominic go back to bed. I knew he was going to want some answers, but I'm sure Vastel would be able to come up with something.
Vastel shrugged and we walked upstairs, giving up the waiting. Vastel was going to sleep in the same room as Dominic, just in case.
I crawled into bed, trying not to walk Isabella, though she opened her eyes, mumbled something, and fell back asleep.
I didn't fall asleep like I should have. I thought about Isabella living without me, the life she would have eternity without me. The more I thought about it, the more sadness I felt. I loved Isabella and I've spent a couple of years chasing her. Now that I finally have her, I was going to die. On top of it, she wanted to get married. It hurt that I couldn't tell her, yet it hurt more that we had to part soon. And she would only know that it was from Aro.
Then, I started to think... down on myself. Maybe it was my turn to go again. I've lived a life that many people would never see, a life where I've also killed people. Yes, it was by accident, but I never let myself go for that.
I soon let those thoughts pass and fell asleep.
In the morning, Isabella was sitting on the bed, staring at me.
"You know, that's really creepy." I said.
"Oh shush." She said, hitting my chest.
I smiled. She gave a small smile back.
"We need to get up." She whispered.
"I don't want to."
She rolled her eyes and stepped out of bed. I waited in bed until she started getting on my ass about getting up.
Today was all about training. Peter, Jasper, Isabella, Maria, and Charlotte would be running the training today. We were going to talk in a big group first, then we would break into smaller groups.
I was a little concerned for Vastel, him being an angel and all. He just needed to know how to act like a vampire, not an angel.
When I arrived downstairs, Vastel was staring at Elijah, like he's seen a ghost.
"Morning Vas." I said.
He nodded towards me, not taking his eyes away from Elijah. Something was obviously wrong.
"What's wrong?" I whispered to him.
He turned towards me and nodded towards a different area to talk to me.
We walked into the formal living room, away from everyone else. He seemed a little skeptical, worried, and confused.
"What's wrong?"
"Elijah, when did he come here?" Vastel asked.
"The same day everyone else came here, why?" I asked.
"Many, many years ago, almost one hundred years, I was waiting for another vampire. It was around 1900."
"Vastel, get to the point." I said.
"The point is, I've already sent Elijah off." He said. "That man in there, that's not Elijah. Elijah's already dead."
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