I walked down the stairs of the large household, seeing a bit uneasy as I was going to be with the Cullens for the night. It was a new setting, heck a new world that I was about to step into. If only Wendy was here to help me through this, if only she was here period. It was now nightfall, the house was dimmed slightly and the chill of the forest was going through the home. I was at the bottom of the stairs when I heard some conversations going on in the living room. I looked over, already hearing Carlisle's voice, talking to another young man whom seemed distressed.
"The two of them here without Wendy could lead to trouble." the other male said aloud in a low tone, but he also sounded angry. I stood still for a moment or two, thinking that the men officially hated me, yet we did not even meet. Who was he to say if this was a bad situation? I then took in a deep breath and walked down the hallway.
"Mind yourself, Edward." I heard Carlisle say aloud to the other man, a hiss under his breath as if he was warning tone. I then walked fully into the living room, which was decorated nicely to fit the house. Esme, though I only met her once, she was a amazing decorator. Carlisle was next to the large couch, his hands folded in front of him and smiled at me.
"Good evening Emma. I hope you enjoy your room." Carlisle said to me, warmth was in his voice. I felt better about this situation, but i saw someone behind him, sitting on the couch. He was behind Carlisle, so I couldn't see him properly.
"I do very much, thank you." I replied back to him in the same warm tone as he delivered. He then looked behind him for a second or two, and then back at me.
"This is my other son: Edward." Carlisle said aloud as the figure got up from behind Carlisle and the couch and moved into view. He was a bit taller than Carlisle, a bit lanky and had a serious look on his face. He had bronze hair, like me, and had a face that reminded me of the statues of greek gods. It sounded silly, but he showed the same physical characteristics. High cheek bones, a straight nose, full lips, and a strong jawline. He reminded me of...well...me We had the same hair color and slightly similar facial features. It was as if I was looking in the mirror at myself if I was a boy. It scared me, but I was scared more for the fact that he was giving me a deadly look, like Rosalie earlier that day.
"Pleasure to meet you Edward." I said aloud, seeing his cold stare at me and I felt as though he was staring into my soul. I didn't know what to do, thinking that I may of did something wrong or gave a bad impression. Did he hate me?
"I don't hate you." He said to me, his tone was deep and brooding. My eyes went wide, and I felt as though I was on trial. How did he know that? I said nothing aloud to him. A small smile was on his lips, as if he was playing a game with me, which he was.
"I can read minds, it's my ability." He said to me aloud, having me feel a bit of shock going through my system. So, that's why he was giving me a look of death: he was reading my mind.
"Not on purpose, I couldn't help but hear what you were thinking. I'm sorry if I did scare you." Edward said to me, having me be shocked once more. But then I remembered what Carlisle told me earlier, that the both of them were going to be trying to find Wendy out in the forest.
"Did you find Wendy, Dr. Cullen?" I asked, a bit or urgency was in my voice. Carlisle, looking over at Edward at first then back at me, had a weary look in his eyes. I then knew it was trouble.
"We couldn't find her. However, we traced a scent that belonged to another vampire, and I believe that it belonged to one of the vampires who was after you and Sam. it was traced all the way back to Canada, then went cold." Carlisle explained to me, having me think of the worst of her. She could be dead, tortured, or who know what else.
"You shouldn't think like that." Edward said to me, having me almost give him the death glare. I just met the boy and I already wanted to rip his throat out, since he was prying into my mind.
"Edward." Carlisle warned him, seeing Edward cast his eyes down and I looked back to Carlisle, Edward already annoying me.
"For as long as I have known Wendy, she had never given up on a fight. I know she can handle herself." Carlisle reassured me, I nodded my head with his remark. I knew Wendy could fend for herself, I've seen her do it. But it was just the fact that she was not here with me. I felt alone, for the first time in my vampire life I felt alone.
I heard footsteps behind me and I looked, seeing Esme, Emmett and Rosalie coming into the living room as well. Esme had a reassuring smile on her face, wanting me to know without even saying the words, that she was here for me. Emmett smiled as well, having the same look as Esme as if he knew what was going on. He probably did, he just didn't want to say anything. Rosalie, however, kept her cold stare.
"I know how hard it is for you right now, but you could stay here until we find Wendy. The last thing I would want is for you to go out there on your own and be vulnerable to the vampires who were after you." Carlisle explained to me, and I could tell he meant it. He wanted me to stay, with his family, to live under his roof. I thought of it as a joke for a mere second, but I knew Carlisle was the type of person to not joke about this kind of matter.
"Thank you sir, that would be nice." I replied back to him with a smile on my face. I heard something behind me, yet again. I looked over my shoulder into the hallway and saw Sam standing there, away from the rest of us that was occupying the living room. He seemed out of place there in the hallway, and I had the small urge to have him close by to me. He was there when it happened, seeing the two vampires and knowing what they looked like. Out of everyone in the room, he was the only one I could count on to back me up.
"Sam." Carlisle said aloud, having a smile evident on his face. I kept my eyes on Sam, hopefully I was showing him with my eyes that I was glad he was there. Somehow I felt a connection with him, since we did get to know each other that day a bit.
"You can stay here too if you'd like." Esme said aloud, with some hope in her voice and some confidence as well. I felt a rush of excitement going through my veins, hoping he would stay with me. It wasn't that I wasn't comfortable with the Cullens, it was only that I didn't want to go through this without him. Strangely enough, I felt at peace when I was with him.
"I don't want to be a burden to you." Sam said to the group, having my smile falter a bit from hearing that. He thought of himself as a burden? In my opinion he was far from being one, he was becoming a friend of mine, "The last thing I want to be, for you and your family, is a burden and a person in the way."
"You won't be, at least I don't think you will be." Emmett said aloud from Rosalie's side, a hint of concern was in his voice. At least he was voicing what I was feeling, and thank goodness for that. But he still had some uneasiness in his stance, as if he wasn't convinced from Emmett's remark. He had to stay, he had to. For my sake.
I walked over to him, leaving the Cullen family and stood right by him, a bit closer than usual. But I just had to let him know that I wanted him to stay. Gently, I placed my fingers on his arm, suddenly feeling my powers working in a instant. He noticed to and looked down at my arm for a few seconds, then looking at me.
"Please stay, Sam." I said to him in a low tone, thinking he could only hear me but I knew the rest of the family could hear. But as soon as he was about to say something when I saw something on his arm, near my fingers, that made me look in horror. He looked down as well, his eyes going wide as if he had no clue what was going on.
His arm was covered in what looked like visible veins, but they were black and they looked deadly, and poisonous at the same time. I never saw this before, and it was scaring me that I was doing this. It seemed so, deadly and so unethical, that I could do this from a simple touch. They were spreading on his arm, curving around his muscle and almost touching his elbow when I saw something going off in his eyes. They were wide, but they were glazing over as if he was slowly...oh no.
"Sam." I heard behind me from Carlisle, and he sounded concerned. I immediately pulled away my fingers away from him, loosing all contact with Sam as he took in a human breath and back away from me in a staggered motion. He moved as if he was shot by a gun, and I felt shame as Carlisle went over to him.
"Are you okay?" he asked him, as Sam nodded his head and rubbed his arm in a soothing motion. Carlisle then looked over at me, a questioning look was in his eye.
"Well, now we know how your Power Mimicry works." He said in a matter-of-fact tone and I stayed quiet, feeling shame going through me. I almost killed Sam, the very thing I did not want to do with anyone. It was killing me on the inside, and I felt like a disease then.
"I'm sorry." I said in a broken tone, wondering if I could ever cry. Because if I could, I would be in tears now. I immediately walked over to Sam, who stayed still and didn't move away from me in a flash.
"I didn't mean to, honest! It just happens whenever I touch someone on their skin!" I said to him in panicked tone, hoping and pleading mentally that he would forgive me for hurting him. But he only nodded his head and didn't show any hate towards me.
"It's okay, Emma. I'm fine." He replied to me in a light but shaky tone. I still wasn't convinced, but I didn't show it. I didn't want to touch him anymore, for the fear of killing him was floating in my brain. His eyes went to me, but I didn't look at him. The last thing I wanted to do was to look at Sam after hurting him. He must hate me now, if not he will in the future. This power was a huge curse, something I was given without my own occurred and now I wish I could take back in a second.
"I'll stay." I heard from him, having me look up at him with shock and amazement in my eyes. Did he truly say that? Was I imagining things? But from how he seemed so calm and so sure about himself, he was telling the truth. But I didn't move, nor did I smile or make any facial movements.
"Excellent." Carlisle said in a genuine tone, breaking the tension slightly as I tried to not look at Sam. If touching him almost killed him, what else can I do?
I sat out on the porch in the back of the house, which was more of a outside room. There was a small porch, a screen wrapping around the porch and a couple of rocking chairs. It was peaceful and a small breeze was coming through. Esme had outdoor lights, dangling around the porch edges, making the area nice and light, each one looking like light bulbs.
From the recent events that happened, I needed some time to myself to think and get things moving around in my head. Sam was almost killed because of me, Wendy is somewhere out there in the forest fighting off two vampires, or perhaps she could be dead. That very thought made me want to scream, thinking if she could be dead. Wendy can't be dead, she can't be.
"Emma." I heard behind me. I looked up and over my shoulder, seeing Edward behind me near the back door. He was wearing a dark green button down shirt, black slacks and the suspenders hanging down off his pants, along with black shoes and his bronze hair slicked back slightly. He stood at the back door, his hand was in his pocket while the other hand was hanging at his side. At first I stayed still, not knowing what to do since we just met. But then I found my voice again.
"May I join you?" He asked me aloud. I nodded my head, and he walked over to the chair right next to mine, sitting in it properly. It was silent for a moment or two, since I didn't know what to say to him.
"I wanted to see if you were alright." He said to me, his deep voice was calm and collected. I was confused, only for a moment or two.
"I'm fine, thank you. Just...shaken." I replied back to him, seeing him nod his head.
"After seeing you use your ability, I couldn't help but notice the shock that was on your face. If you don't mind me asking, since we just met and all, but did you know you could do that?" Edward asked me, having me think about it for a moment or two. I've only had to use my powers once or twice, but nothing was as bad as this. The incident with Sam, it was worst I have ever seen and have done.
"I know I can have a affect on someone who physically touches me...I just didn't know how bad I could affect them and how fast." I replied back to him, seeing him look over at me with no emotion on his face. This confused me, maybe he wasn't a emotional vampire, non the less I wondered why he talked to me.
"How old are you?" He asked me suddenly, having me look over at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Physically or..."I asked him in wonder, seeing a small smile on his lips for the first time.
"I think you know what I mean." Edward replied back to me, having me pause. It's never occurred to me really how long I have been a vampire, and how my age is affected by it. But I didn't hesitant one moment, knowing the accurate age since I think about it constantly.
"I'm about to be 40, technically." I replied back to him.
"Well, you look good for a 40 year old woman." He said to me with his small smile on his face. I smiled right back, now knowing he had a sense of humor. We then heard a knock behind us and I looked, feeling a shiver down my spine as I saw Sam by the back door. He looked sheepish and unsure that he was in the right place. Edward got up from his spot and stood up straight, facing him and giving him one nod.
"I'll leave you two to talk." He replied, walking over to the door and back into the house. Sam walked over to me and sat down next to me in the same chair Edward was in. But Sam was hunched over a bit, facing me a bit instead of how Edward was sitting. Sam looked like he had something on his mind, and he kept his eyes on me.
"Sam, what happened back there..." I started, but his shook his head and I immediately stopped talking. His almonds eyes looked right at me and I could tell he didn't mind what happened.
"It's completely fine, Emma. I only came out here to see if you're okay." He said to me, sounding very serious about it. If I was okay? How could he ask me that since I was the one that almost killed him within seconds?
"I'm fine, only mad at myself for almost killing you." I said to him in a honest tone, and I did want to be honest to him and not lie. He looked shocked, however from what I told him. Did I say something wrong?
"You didn't kill me." He said in a low tone, and I nodded my head, running my fingers through my long bronze hair.
"I almost did." I murmured aloud, thinking of how I was so close to doing it by the simple touches of my fingers.
"Your ability is strong, I give you that. But that does not make you deadly, nor does that make you dangerous." Sam said to me, though I was still thinking of myself in a negative way, "I've been abilities from vampires that make yours look tame." I looked up and over at him, very shocked and confused.
"You have?" I asked him in wonder and he nodded his head.
"Believe me, you did nothing to harm me." He said to me in his serious tone, "And I hope I didn't scare you." Sam said to me, having me smile slightly at him. At least we were both on the same pace, at least I think we were. It was still something for me to think about, how I was kind of dangerous in my mind with other people, and how I was now in a home filled with other vampires. I needed hope.
But I felt Sam gently take my hand in his, and I looked over at him. Why was I always still and at peace whenever I looked at him. Was it his almond eyes that poured into mine? Or how soft his hands were against my own? Something about him and his simple nature, or the determined nature he harbored, that made me want to get to know him much more.
I want to get to know him more, so much more.