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Now...this chapter, I'll experiment with Emmett's POV to show how...different it is compared with Keiran's.

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Appeal of the Forbidden

By: Lucas McDrake

Chapter 8-Turn Around

Emmett's POV

I sighed, brooding over Keiran's nightmare as she lay cradled in my arms. She just returned my gaze, her eyes barely open due to drowsiness.

Then, abruptly, Jasper broke into the room, and his unexpectedly happy atmosphere was forced upon me.

"Why are you so happy?" I asked, smiling in spite of my previous mood. I actually welcomed the mood swing, for a change; if he had found me in my previous state, he would have probably prodded me with questions.

"Bella's plan worked!" Jasper proclaimed, giving us a toothy smile.

"It did?" Now my mood wasn't forced at all. "That's sweet!"

"What?" Keiran pressed for an explanation. Her head was probably still groggy from sleeping, and couldn't exactly comprehend the change of events.

"Bella stopped Edward from killing himself!" Jasper rephrased.

"Really?!" Keiran jolted slightly, as to wake herself. "Am I still dreaming?"

"Of course you aren't," I chuckled, nuzzling her with my nose. She reacted with a giggle, backing away as if my action tickled her.

"Alice said for us to meet her at the Seattle airport," Jasper stated, getting down to the point. "We're going to drive there, so that we can move our stuff back to our house."

"We're moving again?" Keiran asked, slightly confused again.

An overwhelming burst of hope sparked within me. Back to Forks? "Does that mean-"

"Yes," Jasper answered, guessing from my emotions what I was going to say. "Edward's coming back to her."

"Really?!" Keiran squealed. "Yay! Now Edward will be happy again!"

I looked down at Keiran's face. So jubilant, and carefree...A thought threatened to come into the spotlight as I gazed at her.

"Yes," Jasper smiled. "He will."

My train of thought broke as my mind came back to the present. Keiran was making me think more and more lately...

Sooner or later, I'll end up just as nerdy as Edward if this keeps up.

I laughed. "What are we waiting for, then?"

"You," Jasper stated, then disappeared, leaving behind his chuckles.

I ignored his comment, and set Keiran back down on the bed. "Let's pack up."

"Okay," she agreed, grabbing a box from under her bed.

"What's in there?" I asked. I had never noticed the box before now.

"Stuff," she replied calmly.

"What kind of stuff?" I pressed, my cursiosity slightly piqued.

"Well..." She thought for a moment, then shrugged. "My stuff."

"Can I look?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied.

I started to scan through the box until I came upon a weird book that was seemingly read backwards. It appeared to be a big comic of sorts. I picked it out, and inspected it. A novel-sized picture book that was apparently supposed to be read from back to front. "What's this?"

Keiran looked at the book for a few seconds. "Um...my mom told me once, but I can't remember. It has pretty people in it, though. That's why I like it."

It looked...somewhat Japanese. I placed it back in the box, my curiosity now fed.

"What else is in here?" I asked.

"All the stuff I want to keep, I guess." Her cheeks unexpectedly warmed to a light pink.

"Why?" I pressed.

"Some of the stuff reminds me of...you guys," she explained.

I laughed. "Does that include me?"

At this, her cheeks became even hotter. "Most of it..." After trailing off, she seemed to realize what she had said, and covered her mouth in astonishment. "I mean...yeah," she revised quickly.

For some reason, that made my dead heart swell for a second. It...what was the word...touched me?

A totally foreign feeling overcame me. I'd never felt this way before. I...felt the overwhelming urge to hug her...

So I did.

She seemed startled at first, then hugged me back.

"I love you," I stated mindlessly. It was the first time I'd ever said that, yet it was honestly true, and not in the slightest awkward. I loved her as my little baby sister, now. Nothing could ever change that.

Of courses, I had always...right?

"I love you, too," she whispered. The sincerity that pealed through her voice...startled me, slightly. This reaction didn't really make sense to me.

Finally, she suggested, "Let's finish packing."

"Right," I exhaled, letting her go. The action nearly tore me in two. Now, I felt the need to hold her in my arms.

And keep her there forever.

It was the most unusual feeling I'd ever had as a vampire. Especially towards a human.

Of course, Keiran was different, I reasoned. She was pure, innocent. And loving. I sighed in reassurance as these thoughts passed through my head. These emotions were perfectly normal. Nothing had changed from this morning, and now. Besides, of course, the fact that Edward wasn't going to kill himself. Aside from that, nothing had changed...

Right?

I loathed how abruptly insecure I had become, but how could I help it when these stupid, uncalled for emotions kept trying to shock my long dead heart back into feeling emotions that didn't make sense? I thought that was over with when I got past my hormonal teen years of high school back when I was a human...

The sound of Keiran struggling with something brought me back to reality. I realized that she was attempting to lift her box up.

"Need help?" I asked, needing a change of subject within my thoughts.

After a few more seconds of trying to lift the closed box in vain, she gave up. "Yeah, I guess."

I picked her and the box up in one movement, and ran down the stairs at full speed. And, of course, I noticed that Keiran was in my arms.

Where she was meant to be.

I smiled at this emotion, despite the chaotic turn of thoughts, and stopped in my temporary room. Whatever it is, I reasoned, I should enjoy it while it's pleasant. I set Keiran and the box on my bed, then turned to pack my stuff.

"What are you packing?" Keiran asked.

"Stuff," I replied.

"What kind of stuff?" she pressed.

"Well..." I tried to think of a category that all my stuff would fit under. I stated the only one I could come up with.

"My stuff."

"Can I look?" she asked, giggling at something.

"Sure," I replied, my slight curiosity not enough to make me glance at Keiran to assess her reaction.

"What's this?" she asked after a moment of silence.

I turned around to see what she was looking at. She was holding a baseball in her hands, observing it closely. It looked so familiar.

"Percy," Keiran read, looking at it sideways in her concentration to read it correctly. She stared at me, a confused look on her face. "Who's Percy?"

Suddenly, memories came flashing back-some of my human memories.

Percy and I had been playing in the baseball field by our house. Just a nice, normal game of catch.

"You're doing great!" I complimented Percy. He had only been fourteen-years-old at the time, and I was a senior in high school. About seven years before my human life ended.

Percy looked down, having a moment of modesty. "Uh, thanks." His messy short brown hair had flitted in the slight wind, and his blue eyes relayed his slight embarrassment to be complimented at something he thought he hadn't been very good at.

"Let's try again," I insisted.

We played for about another hour, then I decided that we had played enough. "You should try out for baseball this year," I suggested.

"And make the team lose again?" he questioned. "No."

"Come on!" I urged. "Do it for your big brother!"

"Sorry, Emmett," he apologized, "but I already did it once. I totally sucked it up."

"Yeah, but that was way back in fifth grade," I reasoned. "You're probably better now."

He shook his head. "I don't want to. I don't find it very fun."

"Fine." I mock-glared at him.

"Sorry," he apologized again.

I rolled my eyes, and stated, "It's no big deal."

"I'm glad we could spend some time together." He smiled.

"No problem. That's what brothers do," I laughed.

As I closed my eyes to laugh, I felt something collide with me. I opened my eyes, and looked to find that Percy was hugging me.

"Thanks," he mumbled.

I hesitated, then hugged him back. "No problem."

"Promise you won't ever leave us alone?" he asked. I knew he was referring to our family back home.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Don't ever change."

Then, suddenly, I jolted back to reality as Keiran repeated her question.

"Who's Percy?"

The memory had hit me so hard, I could barely make sense of anything. "My brother," I slowly responded.

"You have another brother?" she asked. It took me a while to realize that she was referring to Edward and Jasper.

"No-back when I was human, he was one of my little brothers," I stated. I looked at the one box containing my valuables; I didn't have very much to speak of, minus countless clothes that Alice could easily replace on will after we return to Forks.

"Let's get going," I sighed, exasperated from this odd turn of events.

Keiran placed the baseball back in the box, and closed it. I swept her into my arms-where she belonged, I quickly added-and picked up both boxes as I ran out the door.

I didn't know why that baseball could have triggered that memory now, of all times...

"Emmett," Rosalie repeated herself.

I shook my head, coming back from my world of thoughts that seemed to grow bigger with every second. "Yes?"

"Is something wrong?" she asked. "You're spacing out a lot lately."

Keiran was asleep in the back seat. Her dark blonde hair was strewn across the leather seat, her eyelids covering her blue eyes.

"Am I?" was all I said.

"Yes. That's never happened before."

"Really?"

"Yes. Is something wrong?" she repeated herself.

"I think everything's okay," I stated.

Rosalie seemed about to continue, but then Keiran moaned, "Don't go."

She was having another nightmare.

"Could you take the wheel for a second?" I asked.

"Why?" she asked.

"For some odd reason," I explained, "Keiran's been having nightmares, and it seems they only stop when I hold her."

"Oh, please," she dismissed the thought.

"Emmett. Don't..." A tear trailed down Keiran's cheek.

"Just take the wheel," I ordered, on the verge of yelling. I quickly reminded myself that their was no need for a shortage of temper right now.

"Why?" Rosalie retaliated.

"Because Keiran needs me," I explained again, calmer this time.

"I-" Rosalie was about to yell.

"NO!" Keiran cried. "Don't go!"

"Just do it!" I ordered, reset on the verge of my temper.

Although infuriated, she nodded her head, and we nearly instantaneously switched spots. I grabbed Keiran from the back seat, and started to rock her.

"Emmett," she whispered as she relaxed in my arms. "I love you," she sighed before falling into a deeper level of sleep.

"Now can we switch back?" Rosalie asked irritably.

"Not until Keiran wakes up," I whispered, looking down at Keiran calmly.

"Why? Isn't her nightmare over?" Rosalie muttered.

"For now," I explained. "But if I put her down, she'll have another tantrum."

Rosalie huffed, but looked forward again, having no more comments.

I just stared at Keiran's sleeping form. So peaceful, I couldn't stop a haze coming over my mind. I felt...I couldn't tell what I was feeling...

"Emmett?" Rosalie pressed.

I jerked my head up. I could tell there had been a lapse in time between my staring down at Keiran, and now.

"Did you just...nod off?" Rosalie asked, bewildered.

"Huh?"

"Your breathing slowed down to Keiran's tempo, and your eyes closed, and..." My peculiar gaze stopped her short. "I swear I wasn't just imagining it," Rosalie stated.

Now that I thought about it, that would've explained the lapse in time...

But vampires couldn't sleep.

"Do whatever you did again," Rosalie ordered. "We'll have to tell Carlisle about this."

I looked back down at Keiran, fully alert, now. Very startled that I could've possibly fallen asleep-for any amount of time.

Nothing happened, though.

"What do you remember happening?" Rosalie asked.

"I was looking at Keiran," I started, "and a haze came over my mind because she looked so peaceful. I had been totally relaxed, then the next thing I knew, you were calling my name."

Rosalie thought for a second. "Try to relax, and look at Keiran again."

How could I relax now that I was all hyped up? I looked at Keiran, and waited.

I felt some outer mental force working on me. I had been too alert for it to have any affect on me, previously. Gradually, though, I relaxed enough to let it work on me.

The haze came over me again, and I could barely think straight.

"Rosalie?" I mumbled.

"Yes?"

"I think it's happening..."

The next thing I knew, I was shaken awake.

Awake? I had been asleep?

"It has something to do with Keiran," Rosalie stated.

I immediately recalled what had happened. "Wow," I exhaled deeply.

Within a few seconds of waking up, I was fully alert. No signs of exhaustion, or anything of the sort.

"Are you still...drowsy?" Rosalie asked.

"No," I stated. "I'm fully alert now." In fact...everything seemed just a little more clarified now. I even felt slightly stronger than before. "Probably even more alert than before."

"Wierd," Rosalie whispered, looking back at the road. "Well, I don't think we should tell anyone besides Carlisle for now. It's okay if Edward figures out, too, I guess, if he can keep it secret."

"Yeah," I breathed.

Without speaking aloud, we both decided simultaneously to let the subject drop. After a few minutes of this, Keiran stirred.

"Sleeping beauty is finally awake!" I joked, trying to drop the gloom-and-doom atmosphere.

Keiran giggled, looking up at me.

"Did you have good dreams?" I asked.

Her face contorted in deep thought as she tried to recall her dreams. "Well, I think I did. I can only remember the last part."

"What was it about?" I asked.

She blushed deep crimson, reminding me that I hadn't hunted in a while. I'd have to go hunt sometime. "Um...I don't want to tell you."

I looked down at her peculiarly, then insisted, "What was it about?"

She shook her head. "Not telling."

I mock-glared at her. "So help me, Keiran, I will-"

"Almost there," Rosalie interrupted me.

Keiran smiled at me mockingly.

"Next time," I whispered, pointing two of my fingers at my eyes, then the same two fingers at her eyes.

She giggled, and stuck her tongue out at me. I returned the favor as she had another fit of giggles. Then, she sat up in my lap, and asked me, "Why aren't you wearing your seatbelt?"

I rolled my eyes. "'Cause, unlike you, I'm virtually indestructible."

She mock-glared at me, and I just smiled.

"Showoff," she muttered, turning around to look out the front window. "Put it on anyway."

"Why?" I asked.

"'Cause I said so," Keiran reasoned.

Rosalie quietly laughed at that. I threw a glare at her, then said, "Make me."

She pressed the button on the door handle that rolled down the window, then started pulling herself outside.

"Keiran!" I yelled, pulling her all the way back in. She'd only gotten her head out before I got the gist of what she was doing. "Don't you dare."

"Make me," she mimicked me, turning to laugh at me.

My real glare stopped her short. "Don't ever do that again," I ordered. Though I knew that the threat hadn't been very serious, and I could have easily stopped her...it still disturbed me.

She whimpered, scared out of her wits. She curled up into a ball, and started rocking back and forth in my lap.

My expression softened instantly. "Did I scare you?"

She nodded, keeping her head between her legs.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, hugging her. "I won't do that again."

She started crying unexpectedly, and put her head on my chest. I let her tears soak my shirt. "I'm sorry," I repeated. I rolled up the window so that her hair would stop flying all over the place, and tempting my thirst.

When her crying subsided, she whimpered, "Please put the seatbelt on."

"Alright," I whispered, buckling both of us in. I would have rolled my eyes, but I wasn't exactly in the right mood yet.

"Thank you," she whispered. She turned around in my lap, and set her head on my chest again.

A few minutes passed as I watched her seemingly sleep. "Are you going to sleep again?" I asked.

"No," she wearily replied, turning to set the opposite side of her head on my chest.

"Then what are you doing?"

"Taking a nap," she mumbled.

"Isn't that the same thing?" I asked.

"No," she whispered.

"How exactly?" I asked.

"I'm not actually asleep-just resting," Keiran explained.

"Oh."

I felt a mini-version of the haze come over me. I set my head on Keiran's.

Then I remembered.

"Do you know what today is?" I asked Keiran.

"What?" Keiran mumbled.

"Guess," I ordered.

"Um...we sorta skipped out on St. Patrick's Day," Keiran mumbled.

"Oh, yeah." I remembered that she hadn't worn green that day. I gave her the most gentle of pinches that I could. "That's for not wearing green that day."

"Ow!" she yelled, jumping up. The seatbelt brought her crashing back down on me. "Ow." She rubbed the spot she pinched me on. "That hurt."

"Sorry," I chuckled.

"No you're not," she muttered, glaring at me.

"Okay," I mumbled. I put a frown on my face, and pleaded as sincerely as possible, "Will you ever forgive me? I'm really sorry!"

She gawked for a second, then breathed, "Yeah."

I smiled, congratulating myself for fooling her for a moment. "Thanks."

She thought for a moment, then said, "I was wearing green that day."

"Where?" I challenged.

She blushed. "My underwear."

"Oh." I hadn't thought of that. Now I was embarassed. "Oh."

"What's today, though?" Keiran asked, trying to change the subject.

"You seriously don't know?" I questioned her.

"Does it look like it?" she inquired.

"It's probably too obvious," I reasoned. "It's the day after your birthday."

"Huh?" she suddenly sat up. "I...totally forgot about my birthday..." She blushed deep red, looking downward in embarassment.

"What should we do for your late birthday party?" I asked.

"I don't know," she admitted.

"We'll see if you have any ideas after we get Edward and Bella," Rosalie offered. I looked in her direction. I had almost forgotten her.

"Are we almost there?" Keiran asked, situating herself so that she was facing the windshield.

"Yes," Rosalie answered. "Here's our exit."

Rosalie turned off the highway, and onto the off-ramp.

Home, sweet home, I thought.

So...did you like Emmett? Did you think my interpretation of him was way out of whack? This was my first official chapter of Emmett, and please understand that I usually don't write in the guy's POV, so I need all the input I can get with this...

Sorry it took so long for this chapter to get up...It took me awhile to decide that the next part (which was originally going to be with this chapter) needs to be postponed for a later chapter. Still not done with it, you see...

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