Apparently, Rosalie and Emmett were forgetting about other activities. At night, everyone in the house (and probably for a few miles around) heard disturbing noises coming from their room. The noises continued all through the day, too, except for every now and then when they exited their room to hunt. Once they did that, they usually wouldn't return for the rest of the day. No one doubted or mentioned what they were up to, but we suspected that it wasn't all hunting. Edward carefully planned his hunting trips so that he didn't hunt on the days that they were in the forest. Eventually, they started to smell-REALLY bad. Not that vampires get sweaty, but dirt accumulates. I decided to put planning skills to the test, and built them a house. After they got married, they moved in. It took me a week to clean their room to the point where it no longer smelled horrible. Unfortunately, that was also the week that the house collapsed. Edward, Carlisle and I heard the sound of it collapsing one day. Edward sighed, and turned to me. "Can you build another house, Esme? I can't stand their thoughts." Oh dear. Here we go again, I sighed mentally. Carlisle sighed.

I built another house, which also collapsed. And I built another, and another. Eventually, I decided to just tell them to stay, IF they showered. After a solid decade from when Emmett was changed, they finally were like the rest of us. The disturbing noises finally quieted, as well. Not completely, but at least it wasn't as distracting. Edward also got to the point where he could hunt with Emmett, but he still couldn't stand Rosalie. I couldn't blame him for that. I still mentally criticized him for not hunting with her, but he could hear the undertone in my thoughts. If Rosalie's thoughts were worse than the way she acted….then I felt sorry for him.

Emmett and him were hunting one day when Carlisle, Rosalie and I heard footsteps approaching. "Carlisle! What's that?" I hissed timidly. Glancing at his face, I could see that it was also a mask of fear and worry. He skittered over to the wall, and pushed a button. The glass walls were instantly covered with metal, a feature that he'd told me about at one point. The metal was the strongest of the human kind. The button was one that Carlisle had installed himself, to protect from prying human eyes on sunny days. I mentally noted where the button was for future reference. The sound of flight was coming closer and closer…