Emily's P.O.V.
I had never seen a house this big. It had looked huge on the outside, but it was definitely bigger on the inside. On a platform near the door stood a grand piano, and everything from the carpet to the couches was of varying shades of white.
"This place is huge. And beautiful," I said. I wasn't going to be rude.
"Oh, thank you, dear," said Esme. She seemed like the mother figure of the large coven.
"It's the one place we never have to hide," said Jasper.
"Why does everyone keep saying things that I've already said?" asked Edward, a bit annoyed.
"How would they know that you've said it already?" joked Emmett. "Not everybody's a mind-reader." If their life was a tragedy, Emmett would be the comic relief.
"I'm still confused. How do you know each other?" questioned Bella.
"It's a long story," said Jasper.
"No it isn't," I argued. "If they want to know the story, I'll tell them since you can't be bothered."
"Fine. I'll interject when I see necessary," he said with a smile.
"Well, it is a bit long, but I'll compress fifteen years into fifteen minutes," I said. I turned to Jasper, "Where should I start?"
"Start with when you had pneumonia when you were five," he suggested.
"That's a good place to start," I agreed. "I was five and I had gotten pneumonia. Jasper's mother brought me some medicine from town. My father got a job at Mr. Whitlock's mill. Jasper and I did everything together–"
"So you were friends while you were human?" asked Rosalie, a little confused. It was the first time she had spoken.
"Don't interrupt, Rose. It's rude," Esme scolded.
"It's alright. And, yes, since we were children. When I turned fifteen, I was changed," I continued. I decided to leave out the part about Jasper promising me forever.
I continued on, "I don't really remember much. Except the pain. That was the worst," I said. I could see Jasper, still as a rock. I knew he hated this part.
"The memory of the pain is usually the most clear of any human memories," Carlisle said. That was the first time he had spoken. I was beginning to wonder who the leader of this coven was.
"Carlisle is," said Edward. "He created all of us except for Alice, Jasper, and Bella."
"Oh," I said. I was really chock-full of responses today. "So, I was changed…Um, have any of you ever had a little trouble with control when you are near only a certain person?" I asked nervously.
"Yes, when Bella was human she was like that to me," Edward said. Bella beamed and looked lovingly at her husband.
"Why do you ask?" asked Carlisle.
"Well, when I first woke up, I smelled something…someone. It was the most mouth-watering thing. Like oranges. And the only person there was…Jasper," I finished. I closed my eyes. Jasper must be angry with me.
"Why would he be? You had no control over the matter," Edward whispered.
"Butt out," I snapped.
"That's okay, Emily. Everyone slips up sometimes," Emmett said, trying to be sympathetic.
"I didn't kill him. Obviously," I said as I pointed to Jasper. "I would be beside myself with guilt if I had." I lowered my hand," It was just a little uncomfortable."
"A little uncomfortable?!" Edward said, with a raised voice. I was startled. Edward didn't seem like the kind of person who would get angry that easily.
"Edward," said Carlisle, with a warning tone. Edward relaxed.
"I'm sorry, Emily. It's just that, when I first met Bella, about three years ago, she was the same thing to me as Jasper was to you. When she was human, of course. It made me feel weak, when, after being a vampire for over a century, I almost couldn't handle it. While, Jasper was the first human you encountered and it was only a little uncomfortable. You don't realize how much I envy your control. Please forgive me," he pleaded.
"Of course," I responded.
"So, you were changed. Then what happened?" asked an anxious Rose.
"A year went by. Nothing of any significance happened. Except Jasper's sixteenth birthday. Something I'll never get. Then he left," I said, as I stared Jasper down with cold, hard eyes.
"I already said I was sorry," Jasper said. I said nothing.
"Would you like it more formal?" he asked. "Would the lady Miss Emily Margaret Morgan please accept my most sincere apologies?" Jasper pleaded. He was using the "gentleman face" on me. I busted out laughing.
"Alright, I forgive you. On one condition," I said.
"Which is?" he asked. He looked as if he was afraid of my request.
"Never say my middle name out loud ever again," I told him.
"Deal."
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