Emily's Nightmare17
Edward Pov
"Okay, we'll be there in a sec," I told him as I shut the phone off. I was off looking with Carlisle and Sam when the phone rung. I turned to look at them, "They found her, somewhere near Frickel's Drop, any idea where that is?" I asked Sam, who was in his wolf form. He nodded and took of running in the opposite direction in which we where heading. He didn't need to wait for us, we where by him in seconds.
We arrived within the minute, Alice and Jasper where already there. "How is she?" asked Carlisle.
"She seems to be okay, she's coughing a lot and might have a broken ankle, but besides that, she's okay," said Jasper. Maybe if I try and move little, I heard her think. Ow, maybe that's not such a good idea. Okay, so any movement of the leg hurts. "You shouldn't be doing that, you might injury it more," I told her.
"Edward!" she cried. I chuckled.
"Everything's going to be alright," I reassured her. Well at least things can't get any worse, she thought. "Let's just hope," I whispered under my breath. Emmett, Rosalie and Clara along with Esme and Quill arrived. It was weird seeing Clara as a werewolf, she was sandy colored, her eyes a weird hazel color, she stood out.
Esme rushed over to Carlisle who held her in his grasp, "Is she okay?" she asked him. He nodded, glancing in my direction. I ignored him and turned back to look at the wall, how where we going to move the wall without hurting Emily?
Emile's Pov
I was so relived to hear Edward's voice. Everything was going to be alright, now that they where here. Well at least that's what I keep telling myself. I thought they had forgotten about me, but I guess they where discussing. Like how they where going to move the rock wall. I really hoped they weren't debating whether or not werewolves were better than vampires or something. "We're not that immature," Edward snickered, "Besides, vampires win, no doubt about that." I mentally rolled my eyes, wondering if he would notice.
"Can she make a hole, like a ditch so she could crawl out?" someone asked. A hole, why hadn't I thought of that? I dug my hands into the ground; it was hard, and mushy.
"I can't, it's too hard," I yelled. Just so you know, dig up dirt actually moves dirt into the air, so you could probably the coughing fit I was in right about now. My throat was so dry from the dirt, and I couldn't stop breathing at all because I had dirt molecules in my lungs. I covered my mouth and muffled the noise, not wanting to worry them or add to their worry. I could hear their hushed rabid whispers, and knew that wasn't the case. I could make out the words enclosed and lack of air and time. Time? What about time? I started freaking out, trying to do as much as possible not to.
"Emily, calm down okay? Where going to get you out," said Jasper reassuringly. I started feeling calmer and thanked God that Jasper was here.
Times seems to pass a lot faster than it actually does in the crevice. I had no actual idea on how long I sat there, but I did know I was getting sleepy. I now knew what they had meant about lack of air, and time. I was running out of air, hence the enclosed, which meant that I wasn't getting any new air. I must have been thinking on sleeping cause, Edward kept reminding me to stay awake. "Emily, don't you dare go to sleep," he would threaten. Alice had tried to start a conversation with me, but she was the one doing most of the talking.
"We have to hurry," said Bella urgently.
"I don't know what to keep talking about!" exclaimed Alice.
"I might have an idea," suggested Matthew. I could hear him get closer to the wall, "Hey Emily, is it true that where going out? Cause if we are, I'd like to know," he said calmly.
That woke me up, "What the heck gave you that idea?!" I asked him. If it turned out to be Liana's fault, she was so dead.
He chuckled, "Ally Newman was talking about it today at lunch. So, is that a yes or a no?" Allie Newman was evil. Pure evil. She was a girl in our grade who thought she was all that. She was especially mean to me, but that's because she's intimidated by me, or say they say. I really don't care, but this was middle school, it was war between classes.
"Well, Allie Newman is a butt-head," I told him.
"Who's Ally Newman?" Emmett asked.
"Ally Newman's the girl that's constantly telling people I have an eating disorder. She said that my absence was because I was in the hospital or something. And now, apparently, I'm going out with Matthew," I told him.
"What she say, exactly?" asked Rosalie curiously. I was waiting to hear this too. "She was all like, 'I knew there was something going on between them. Like really, spending the whole school year avoiding each other last year and this year. Oh and suddenly they become all pals and wait for each other? Yeah right, losers. I bet they did it," he told everyone, imitating her snarling voice. I jumped up, bumping my head on the low ceiling, being forced to kneel. I picked up a rock and threw it the wall that stood between me and Allie Newman.
"What are you doing?" exclaimed Edward.
"I'm taking down this wall, and then I'm going to go murder Allie Newman. I drop her in the river or something, and let her body be found somewhere in the Atlantic," I muttered as I kept throwing the rock.
"Well, at least wait till we move the rocks," suggested Alice.
(Note from author: Hi, I hope your enjoying this a lot more than I did writing it. I'm sorry it sucks, for those of you who don't like it. So, I really have no idea how they're going to move the rocks, so I'll just let that up to you're imagination. If you want superman to come and take them all away, then fine by me, just don't expect me to mention superman, every in this story. I suggest you make it sound logical, so it flow with the story. So now, this next part will be after they move the rocks. So yeah, thanks!)
Edward's Pov
We finally got the rocks out of the way. I was amazed at how much smaller the crevice actually was. I had to pull Emily out, or carry her out, because Esme didn't want her to stand incase she did have a broken ankle or something. I laid her down, on a rock, while Carlisle checked out her ankle. She cringed as he barley even touched it. "I can't tell if it's broken or not, where going to have to go to the hospital," he told us. Emily's eyes widened, she didn't like going to the hospital.
"Do we really need to go? I mean, I could just live in my room for three months, and wait for it to heal naturally. I don't really need to go to school. We can tell everyone I went to go with my grandmother or something. Or, I could have my homework emailed to me, that way I can be homeschooled. Homeschooled students actually get more done. They are proven to be smarter than non-homeschooled students. Besides I've already passed the Eight Grade twice," she said rapidly, something she did when she was nervous. Carlisle smiled at her.
"It's necessary, and you know it," he told her. She nodded and looked grimed.
Does this smell different to you? I heard Jasper think. He was standing near the entrance of the hole, crouching. I went over to him and smelled what he smelled; it smelled familiar. "It smells familiar, though I can't put my finger on what it is," he whispered.
I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on the smell, "It smells of vampire," I told him. He looked shocked.
"A vampire? Why would anyone want to harm Emily?" he asked me. I gazed into his eyes, and I could tell he already knew, "The Volturi," we said in unison. "We can't be sure, though," he tried to reason. I nodded and headed back to the group. Emmett was carrying a sleepy Emily in his arms.
"We're headed of to the hospital, are you coming," asked Bella from behind, placing a hand on my shoulder. I turned and looked into her golden eyes. I nodded.
"Go ahead, I'll be right there," I told her. She nodded, kissed me and took of after Alice and Emmett who where already gone. I turned to look at the pack that was standing there in the sidelines.
"Thank you, we couldn't have found her with out your help," Carlisle told them sincerely. Sam nodded; he seemed to be the leader, again.
"We're glad to help. Sorry about Clara, we're going to work on her temper," he said sternly, while glaring at her. Clara just shrugged and started to walk away. Sam looked at us apologetically and walked after her, Quill following. Matthew was the last one and he looked at me, and I nodded.
"I'll tell her," I told him. He smiled, nodded and headed of to catch up with his pack.
"I'll meet you at the hospital," Carlisle told us as he turned and ran in the opposite direction of the wolves.
"Hey, Emily never did deny that they where going out," Jasper pointed out as we walked. It was just him, Rosalie and me left, everyone else was already gone. Rosalie smacked him behind the head.
"Ow, what was that for?" he asked as he rubbed his head.
"That's so you don't mention it again," she warned him and took off. I tried to suppress a smile, but I couldn't.
"That's not funny," he growled as he took of running after Rosalie. I was about to go after them, when something in the shadows caught my eye. Before I could make it out, it was gone. I could have sworn it was shaped as a human, but I couldn't be sure.
"Keep it together, Edward," I told myself and took of in a sprint, catching and surpassing my sibs.
Mysterious Person's Pov
I smacked my fist against a tree. My Master was not going to be happy. The golden eyed ones had gotten the mistake out of the wall. Now, the golden haired boy and the bronzed haired boy suspected that it wasn't a natural accident. I had been hiding, between the tree's waiting for my Master to come, when the brown haired girl and that filthy had arrived. Then the whole clan arrived. They where all golden eyed just like my master had told me, so that didn't surprise me. What had surprised me was that they where working with filth.
I shrank deeper into the shadows; the bronze haired boy was looking in my direction. He didn't find me though, because he took of running in the directions where the other golden ones had gone. I stepped out of the shadows, only to fall to my knees in pain. I clutched my head with my hands and did everything in my possible power not to shout in pain. "You have failed, Christopher. You know we don't accept failure," said a childish voice.
"I'm sorry, it wasn't my fault. They brought a pack, they helped them," I tried to say through clenched teeth. The voice smirked, and the pain began to flow away.
"Next time, don't fail. We do not offer second chances," it said and walked away, leaving me there in the dirt.