"Emma, could you come in here please?" I looked up and over from where I was on the couch, reading with Edward whow as sitting across from me. Another month came and went, and still no sign of Wendy or the two vampires. it was starting to get me more concerned day by day, wondering where she is and if she was alright. The two vampires, however, are making me confused on what they wanted with us. Did they hunt for pure sport, or something else.

I was getting closer to the family, going on hunting sessions with them and learning more about them and how they do certain things. Emmett loved to hunt bears, his favorite animal to dirnk from. I could tell he loved to fight the huge animal, it was in his nature. Several times I went with him up to Canada to hunt bears, leaving me satisfied with my thirst for days.

Carlisle introduced me to reading vast books from around the world, something he loved collecting them. He had various subjects: from simple mechanics all the way to how to paint. Every book I read gave me more insight to human life, how they functioned and what they wanted to do with their short lives.

Sam and I grew closer, hunting together constantly and talking about things we've always wanted to do in our new vampire lives. I taught him how to play chess, and he taught me how to sail. The more things we taught each other, the more I was comfortable with him. It was getting to the point where I wanted to be with him constantly, probably from the soothing tone of his voice or the humor he had.

I got up from my spot on the couch and followed Esme's voice upstairs towards me own room. I then was scared, why was she in my room. It wasn't as though I had anything to hide from her or the rest of the family. But as I opened the door I saw her standing near the couch I had in my room, something was clearly hiding behind her and I could tell she was going to make it a surprise.

"I was told by Sam you used to play cello." Esme said to me, and I nodded my head, now wondering what was clearly going on.

"I found this in a small music shop in Seattle two days ago and I thought it would be nice to hear some live music in the house." Esme explained with warmth in her tone, something I was becoming accustomed to and getting used to. I loved the sound of her voice, it soothed me and made me think of Wendy: Nuturing. She then moved to her left, and I saw what was right behind her.

There was a cello case, standing perfectly tall and I felt like I could burst in happiness. I haven't seen a Cello in what seems like years, and from all that was happening it was a beautiful sight to be. I was, at first, speechless and I had no idea what to say or do. But then I felt my feet walking towards the case without me realizing what I was doing. I ended up in front of the case, reaching out and softly grazing my fingers along the hard case.

"I can't take this." I said aloud, thinking this was too much for me to take. I was only a guest at her home, nothing more. To get a gift from her and the family didn't seem right at all, who was I to take a gift from a family whom I'm only a guest to?

"I want you to, it'll do you some good to do something other than read." She said in a joking tone as I found my fingers on one of the buckles, begging me to open it and see what was inside.

"Are you sure? This seems too much." I asked her, still thinking this was a joke, or some kind of dream. She laughed a simple laugh as I unbuckled one of the buckles, the sound was heavenly in my ears. I looked back up at her from the case, seeing a simple smile and knowing she really did want me to have it. I smiled right back at her, unbuckling the last two buckles and carefully opening it.

The color of the cello was a nice dark color, having a shine to it as if it was brand new. However I could see the use of the cello, who much it was played from the previous owner from the warn out texture under my fingertips. I took it out carefully and then the bow as well, seeing how long it was in my hand. I then walked over to a chair, still holding the instrument in my other hand and sat down carefully. Being able to hold a cello in my hands again made me so happy on the inside.

"Could you play me something?" Esme asked with curiosity as she then sat down on the couch opposite from me. I had to think of what I could play for her? I knew plenty of pieces by memory, but this one had to be special for her since she got me this wonderful gift. But a perfect song came into my head as I positioned myself to play. As I placed the bow over the strings, I tried to picture myself in another place, somewhere that's simple and made me warm on the inside. The memory of being on the boat with Sam, being on the water and being away from the chaos of the world.

It was Suite for Solo Cello No. 1 in G Major from Bach, one of my favorite pieces ever to play. Whenever I would play the cello I felt more like a human being, being able to do something beautifully and not think of it as a curse. I always thought of cursing everything I touched, only because I was a vampire and nothing beautiful came out of me. It was a stupid and shameful thing to think about, but it harbored me.

When I finished the song, I heard the last two notes ring out in the room and I opened my eyes again. Esme was still on the couch, a large smile was on her face showing she was enjoying the song I was playing. But someone else was in the room from the corner of my eye. I looked over to see it was Sam, who was at the door and was leaning against it. His face was soft, from the yellow in his eyes to the small smile on his lips. There was a silent connection between the two of us, and I could tell he was silently telling me that it sounded beautiful.

"That sounded beautiful." Esme said to me, her smile never leaving her face as I smiled back at her.

"Thank you." I replied to her, feeling a bit of pride coming through me, also a bit of guilt at as well. I shouldn't be able to do something like this as a vampire, it seemed unorthodox and not right at all.

"I need to talk to Carlisle." Esme said aloud as she saw me looking at Sam for a mere moment or two. It was like a silent communication between the two of us, Esme mentally saying she would leave the two of us alone. Bless her for seeing facial signals and signs. She got up graciously and walked out of the room, going past Sam who moved for her but his eyes were still on me.

Now it was only the two of us, and something in the air got heavy. I only sat there, holding the bow in one hand and the neck of the cello in the other hand as Sam walked into the room slowly. It was almost as if he was hunting down his prey, the way he was walking and all. But his eyes were still soft, it gave me chills as I wanted to get up from my chair and do something, anything.

"That sounded heavenly." I heard him say in a soft tone, having me smile from his remark. Heavenly, that's a word I've never heard before when it came to me playing the cello. It didn't seem like the appropriate word to use, I didn't deserve that word.

"Emma?" Sam asked me aloud, concern was in his voice and his eyes. He saw my uneasiness as I got up slowly and held the instrument in my hand.

"It shouldn't sound like this." I muttered, looking down at the instrument as if I committed murder with it. Sam walked over to me, he was still concerned as I looked back at him.

"Well, what should it sound like?" he asked me in curiosity. I sighed, shaking my head.

"We shouldn't be able to create something like this. We're damned beings, and something as beautiful as music shouldn't come from us." I said in a broken tone now. It made sense in my mind, being a damn being and being cursed for the rest of my life. I didn't deserve to make music, or anything positive.

I felt two hands on my arms, and I looked up to see Sam right in front of me, looking down at me with a stern look in his eyes and his hands on my arm gently, thinking as though he might break me like a porcelin doll, or even a human being. Everytime I looked at him, I left lost and away from the cursed life I was living.

"Just because we are vampires, does not mean we have a cursed life." He said to me in a soothing tone, his voice like silk going through me smoothly and slowly. I stayed silent for a moment or two, thinking of how he could say something like that. His simple mind made me envy him, wanting to think like him and not worry.

"How can I have a cursed life when I am in the company or a wonderful young woman like you?" He asked me with a lighter tone, having me laugh and him laugh in return. He knew how to break the uncomfortable silence.

"You're just saying that." I said to him, but he shook his head. He was serious now, I could see it in her stern face and his grip on my arms tightened slightly.

"I'm not. Emma, ever since I met you, I finally enjoyed the life I was given. Ever since I was changed, I've been confused on what I was supposed to do for eternity, if I was ever going to be happy, be satisfied, and be at peace." Sam explained to me, and I could tell he was being honest with me. I knew he would never lead me wrong, nor would be lie to me. Our friendship was at the point of being honest with each other, and I loved that about the two of us.

"You may not realize it, Emma, but you have the profound ability to bring out the best in people and to have others think of themselves." Sam said to me, having me loose my breath for a moment or two. I looked down, trying to compose myself from what he said to me. But I felt a finger under my chin, having me look up at him, back into his almond shaped yellow eyes. Back into warmth, and home.

"You don't have a cursed life, Emma." he reminded me, then wrapping his arms around me. Somehow the instrument ended up on the floor, in one piece thankfully, and my arms ended up around him tightly and one of his hands resting on the back of my head. The other was holding me close against my shoulder blades, and we didn't speak for mere moments.

I felt relief going through me, being able to hear from someone that my life was no curse. Throughout my vampires years, I was under the impression that nothing good will come from this life, but Sam changed that from his simple soul, oh his simple soul I wish I had. Our moment together, Sam's hand on my head and his arm around me as I clung onto him to not show any emotion, it brought me peace for once in my life.