Emily's Nightmare19
Bella's POV
We had left school early today, to go hunt. Amazingly, Emmett had volunteered to stay behind and pick up Emile. I couldn't even believe it when he said he would hunt small game. Emmett Cullen hunting small game instead of the usual big grizzly bear. Alice had a weird feeling, but she couldn't see anything, but she knew something was going to happen. Because of this, we decided to all catch a few small preys and then really go hunting tomorrow. Thank goodness we did. I was with Edward, when his phone had rung. "Emmett?" he asked. I eyed him, but he shrugged. He face turned from confused to fear to anger within the seconds of which he was on the phone. "Okay, Emily calm down. We'll be there as soon as we can. Where are you?" he was trying to sound as calm as possible. He gave a small nod and hung up the phone. Before I could even ask what was happening, he had already dialed Carlisle. He turned to me, "Call Alice, tell her she was right and to get home," he ordered. I nodded and took out my blue flip phone and dialed Alice's number. She picked up immediately.
"Oh Bella! I just saw your call, don't worry, I'll tell Rosalie, well be there soon," she said and hung up. That was a total waste of minutes. I turned to look at Edward who was staring at the phone in his hands as if it would give him answers.
"Edward, what's wrong?" I asked him tentivly. It seemed as though he had forgotten I was there, because he totally ignored me. I went over by his side and gave him a tiny shake, "Edward?" He looked up, anger in his eyes. He quickly grabbed my hand and was pulling me towards the car. I wasn't even touching the ground anymore, because he had slung me over his shoulder, just like he had when I was human and we need speed to get where we were going. I grabbed onto his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. "Edward, what happened?" I asked as we headed back to the car.
"I don't know, but it seems we have a newborn on our hands. That could mean trouble for us if it brings the Volturi to town," he said as we reached the Volvo. He opened the passenger door, and dropped me inside and in a blink of an eye he was in the driver seat, turning the engine on.
We headed of in the direction of the house, speeding way beyond the limit. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Rosalie's convertible and Alice's Porsche, pulling up behind us. Within minutes I could see Emmett's big monster Jeep, with its hood popped open and three heads bunched together over it. I could clearly make out the form of Emmett and Emily, but the last one was unfamiliar. Beside me, I heard Edward mumble unintelligibly. "Edward, what's wrong?" I asked, unsure whether I wanted to hear the answer.
"You'll find out soon," he muttered. I went back to looking out the window, the figures getting closer and closer. Edward stopped the car and got out, I followed. He met me on my side and took my hand as we walked toward the car. As we got closer, the last person started to look familiar. I gasped, stopping abruptly. I saw how he stiffened, and turned to look at me. I didn't notice that anyone was behind us, until Carlisle broke the silence.
"Hello Jacob, it's been a long time." I always knew my past would come back to haunt me.
Emily's Pov
It seemed that everything was crashing around me. Jacob Black was the guy my sister, Bella, had fallen in love with. This was guy who had patched her up when Edward had left her, mistakenly of course. This was the guy who had done all possible to win her heart when Edward came back; this was the guy she had not chosen. Now, he was here, standing right next to me, staring at her. I could see how Edward squeezed her hand reassuringly. I wondered if he even knew it was Bella. Of course he would know, after all Bella hadn't changed much, not that I could tell from the pictures anyway. Nobody moved, until something inside the car started fizzing. Instinctively, Emmett's hand went around me, pulling me backward. Rosalie stepped forward, pulling her sleeves upward as she headed toward the car. She bent down over the engine, and started fiddling with something. The fizzing lowered and stopped. "What did you do to it?" she asked angrily.
"Emmett was flipped onto it," I told her. He shoot me a look before turning a pleading one towards her.
"You where flipped onto it?" she asked amazed. Emmett nodded, clearly embarrassed.
"It wasn't my fault though, it was a newborn," he said defensively. A newborn? Okay, Edward, I don't want to sound stupid, but what exactly is a newborn?
"I'll explain it to you later," he whispered in my ear.
"Well whatever the reason, I'm going to have to stay here to fix it," Rosalie sighed.
"I'll stay too. You know, to help," I offered, anything to get distracted. She nodded and went to her car, to get the tools she kept there.
"Why don't the rest of us get home and catch up?" suggested Carlisle. Everyone looked at him and nodded, reluctantly, Carlisle's word was law. "We can even get the rest of the werewolves to join us," he suggested. I looked at Jacob, who was nodding, and back to Carlisle. So, Jacob knew about werewolves? This was getting more and more confusing every second. Edward chuckled next to me.
"You'll figure it out soon enough," he told me. I shrugged and went to go help Rosalie.
"Okay, start the engine," Rosalie yelled from under the hood. I nodded and turned the engine on, it began to grumble. Rosalie shut the hood and walked over to the driver's seat, dusting off her hands. We had been at it for over an hour, and know it finally worked. "Finally we can go home and change into something decent," she said, eyeing her shirt which was streaked with oil, and mine which was streaked with dirt and something black. I looked down and sighed.
"These stains won't wash off and it's my only white uniform shirt left," I whined. She chuckled and opened the door.
"What are you doing?" I asked her.
"I'm going to drive, now scoot over," she ordered. I rolled my eyes and hopped over to the next seat. We had managed to tie the door to the rest of the car; the tools that we needed to put it back together were in her work room. As we pulled up into the house, I asked Rosalie something that had been on my mind all afternoon.
"Rosalie, is Jacob a werewolf?" I asked her.
"Finally, I wondered how long it would take you," she said.
"Well all you had to do was say yes," I muttered.
We spent the rest of the afternoon putting the door back on and painting over the scratches. "Emmett better repay me for this," she huffed as we put the blow torch back. "Well, I wonder what you'll be doing tonight," I teased. She gasped and hit me behind the head. "What was that for?" I laughed.
"You know what it was for," she teased. We both started cracking up, gasping for unneeded air.
"What's so funny?" asked Emmett as he entered the work room. Before we could even answer, he was staring at his car. "You fixed it! You two actually fixed it and it looks even better!" he cried. He picked Rosalie up and twirled her around, kissing her. I stifled a giggle as they broke apart. Rosalie glared at me and I shoot her a look that said i-know-what's-going-to-happen!
We went back into the rest of the house, in time to see Jacob leave. "I'll keep watch for the newborn," he said as he headed out the door.
"So will we," reassured Carlisle. He nodded and left. Alice shook her head when she saw us, in our dirty clothes.
"You know Rosalie, maybe we should take out trip this weekend. And we should bring a little person with us," she suggested. I knew she was talking about me, since it was an all girl trip, and there was no way Bella would be going, she would disappear as she always did at the mention of shopping.
"Let me remind you Alice, that I am taller than you," I told her. She giggled and pulled me along as she headed upstairs.
"You're not serious about the shopping trip, are you?" I asked her when we reached my room.
"Of course I am. It was already planned for this weekend anyway, of course, the newborn was an unexpected delay, but there's still time," she said happily as she opened my closet doors and walked in. She pulled out both suitcases I had, and plopped them onto my couch.
"Alice, if we're only going for two days, why do I need two suitcases?" I asked her as she handed me clothes for me to change into.
"Well one is for the clothes you're taking and the other is for the clothes you're brining back," she explained. Sighing, I went into the bathroom and changed. While I got ready, Alice opened up one of the suitcases and went back to the closet, grabbing and pulling things of the shelves and hangers. She put everything in one luggage and closed it. I grabbed my travel bag and put what I would need for the trip. That was the thing Alice always forgot, or chose to forget, her toiletries. I walked out of the bathroom, and put the bag in my suitcase. I walked into my closet and pulled on some tennis shoes, while Alice rummaged through my other shoes
"Am I really going to need all those?" I asked as she grabbed my black ballet flats, my silver heels, my dark brown Uggs and my Abercrombie flip-flops. She nodded and walked out. I groaned, thinking about the outfits she had in store for me.
"Oh, grab you messenger bag, and your any other hand bag of your choice," she yelled. I pulled on a light blue sweatshirt and grabbed the bags she told me to. She was grabbing and putting away accessories and handed me the blue dangly earrings she got me for my birthday.
"Put these on and use your messenger bag," she told me. When it came to fashion, Alice was very bossy.
"Where exactly are we going?" I asked her.
"New York and don't think of bringing you laptop," she shouted. She was already out the door with one of my suitcases, probably the empty one. Reluctantly, I grabbed my iPod and stuffed it into my bag, along my wallet which I probably wouldn't end up using.