Emily's Nightmare24
Emily's Pov
I ran all the way till I got to town. Actually, I found myself behind the school. I never knew that the forest behind the school and the one behind our house was the same it might become useful one day. I had no idea what I was going to do, but it was going to be big. Like breaking into the room with the scantron machine and change the score. Then convince my teacher that he imagined all of it, including my ignoring him.
I walked across the garden and into the building. I walked quietly across the tile floor, making sure that my shoes didn't clack against it. I walked across the teacher's lounge and peered inside. Three out of the four teachers that had been here this morning were in their. The only one missing was Mr. Fleming and I could bet where he was. I quickly and silent walked up the stairs and into the scanning room. I peeked inside, relived that Mr. Fleming wasn't inside, and walked right in. I closed the door behind me and locked it there was no way that Mr. Fleming was going to come in here while I was.
I pulled a chair up to the machine and placed my hands and the machine. I didn't know what I was going to do I'd never changed anything in a machine. It automatically turned on and started humming. "Oki doki, let's see what I can do," I muttered as I started playing with the control buttons. "I wish there was just a button that showed me the test scores." Just as I said that, the screen light up with names, test scores so far and the time it was completed. "Um, thank you?" I whispered to the machine. Hmph, how bad would it be if I changed Allie Newman's score and lowered just a tad more? I contemplated on the question while I scanned through the scores. I came across Matthew's score, and immediately felt sorry for him. "Let's raise his score just a bit more," I said as I boosted his score to an eighty-six. Let him owe me. And it probably wasn't completely his fault the whole situation of the day had an affect on his mind, hence an affect on his score.
I kept on scanning until I finally found my name. Emile Cullen: score/100; time/1hr. 48min. Okay, time to get to work. Through out the whole entire time I could hear my subconscious giving me irritating peep talks. What made them even worse and almost so unbearable was the fact that it was Esme's sweet, motherly, caring voice. I concentrate on trying to lower number without the manual keyboard, which needed a password and a special key to use. I hit many dead ends in the process, and what I thought were just as many leads that later ended in dead ends. The minutes passed, then an hour. I sank back into the chair, to tired to do anything. I had never noticed how tiring using my powers could be. I had never ever used it for so long, doing something so complex like this, not that it accomplished anything. Ugh, I would just have to face this. I sluggishly got up from the chair and glanced at the clock, shocked at the time. I had been here for over an hour! I was amazed that I hadn't been caught by any of the teachers, coming to check on the machine.
I unlocked the door, as quietly as possible, and tiptoed out into the open hallway. I walked as quickly as possible down the hall, past the teacher's lounge and out into the open courtyard. I was so exhausted that I had to lean against one of the columns for support. I caught a very familiar scent in the air, Jasper's. I knew they were here and waiting for me to make a move. Honestly, I wanted to run, but I couldn't. The little stunt I had just pulled really took it out of me. I would be able to run, but the attempt to escape would be useless, they would be on me within the nanoseconds. I stood there, thinking on what they would want. Would they want me to run? Or are they tired of chasing me and wanted me to come easily? Well, I really hope they didn't want a run, because I seriously wasn't up for one. I looked around the garden, and found what I was looking for. Under the cherry tree that had been planted here in 1967, was a small love bench. I walked slowly to the bench and slumped down, letting relaxation take me.
Jasper's Pov
It took us a while to get off the roof and follow her scent. My sister could totally disappear when she wanted to. We managed to follow it all the way, deeply into the heart of the woods. I'd been here before, but I was pretty sure Emily hadn't.
We where getting close, you could practically smell her so clearly, as clearly as if she was next to you. Then, suddenly, we lost it. We, vampires for over thirty years, had lost a simple scent. It wasn't lost in the mixture of smells that came from the woods, but it just stopped. You couldn't smell any of it. Not a single trace. It was if she had vanished, or we had lost our superior smelling ability, which of course wasn't possible.
We searched for about ten minutes, before Edward lost patience. "Emily!" he shouted as we searched. I shot him a look. Didn't he know that Emily didn't want to be found? Didn't he know that she wasn't ready to face anyone, but me, hence her jumping of the roof? Or, was all of this only clear to me? I could ready Emily as easily as reading a book, but how much did the others know her? When Emily had been small, she was always tagging along, always by my side, my shadow. When ever she had problems, she'd come to me. I used to think it was because I was the one that always made her feel better, immediately. But I saw how Emmett was usually the only that could make her laugh out loud and stop her tantrums when I wasn't around, the way Bella understood the simple human problems, how Rosalie would brush her hair and boost her self-esteem. Alice practically build her sense of style and her outgoing personality, while Edward taught her that solitude was okay, along with her music sense. Esme shared her secret of caring deeply and Carlisle showed her patience was key, even when you couldn't be anymore patience.
The acidy smell that I picked up revived me from my trance. Obviously, a werewolf had been around. "Hey, you find…whoa," Bella stepped back a bit she hadn't been expecting the strong werewolf smell. "Ugh, I forget how bad they smell," she muttered as she signaled for Edward and the others.
"Can you tell who it is?" I asked her, trying to see if I could pick out a specific smell. Bella thought about it, her face getting solemn and serious.
"I think its Matthew," she said, "Yeah, that's Matthew's smell."
"Are you sure?" I asked her. I could feel my hands tighten against my sides. I quickly calmed down, not wanting to alert anyone. There was something about Matthew that I didn't like. I mean, he was a good guy, but there was something about him. I shrugged the idea off, I was probably being the over protective brother again.
"I'm positive. When we where looking for Emily, I was paired up with Matthew, so I got used to his smell," she assured me. I sniffed the air again, and caught the distinct smell of Emily once more.
"She was here. I can smell her again, see smell," I pointed at an old fallen trunk. Bella walked over and smelled it.
"You're right, she was here. But of course, she's long gone by now," she said as she walked back to us and into Edward's arms. I was about to say something when I noticed my Alice in one of her trances. I quickly hurried of to her side ready to keep her safe at any means necessary. Everyone got closer, but not to close, as we all waited for her vision to fade.
Edward, of course, was the first to comment. "Grrr. At least she's fixing her mistakes," he sighed. We all gave him questioning glance, and all he did was shrug, before we turned to look at Alice.
She wouldn't respond to anyone, just looked me straight in the eye and told us that we had to head to the school.
We got out of the woods, trailing behind Emily's scent. What amazed was where it led us to, school. "What is she doing here?" Rosalie asked.
"Doesn't she have to check her test score?"
"Yeah, but that isn't till four."
"Well, what time is it now?"
"Its barley even twelve."
"Hate to break your conversation, but shouldn't we be going in to follow her?" Emmett asked, breaking the conversation that was going on between Bella and Rosalie. It never failed to amaze me, how one minute those two would be the best of friends and the next, fighting over the littlest things. Of course, deep down they both would do anything for each other and that's what mattered the most, but their arguments were enough to give even me a headache. I glanced towards Alice, who shook her head.
"Nope, she has to do this on her own. We'll have to wait out here and make a plan. Something tells me that she won't easily go home, especially with all of us around. She's hiding something, and she doesn't want to share," she told us as she stared at the building.
Half an hour passed by and I still had no idea what was going on. All I knew that was that Alice and Edward were having on of their 'secret' conversations. The plan was to surround Emily when she came out of the building in all directions, so that she wouldn't be able to escape any of us. The plan would only work if she actually came out of the school from the front and not from any other place, like a window.
Suddenly, I felt a strong wave of exhaustion, coming from the main doors. I quickly turned and looked around to try and see who it was. There she was, Emily, standing at the door and leaning against the column for support. What the heck had she been doing that had made her exhausted?
A small breeze past by and by the look on her face, I knew that she had smelled me. I got ready to go and sprint after her, had she even the strength to do so. I let out a small breathe of relief when she just walked across the courtyard and sat upon the small love bench that lay under the cherry tree. She sat down and closed her eyes, waiting.
I got up and walked toward her, followed by Rosalie and Bella. By the time we reached her, she was in a deep sleep. "I wonder what happened," Rosalie wondered as I gently picked Emily up. She was deep into her sleep that no movement woke her. Normally as simple touch would have woken her up immediately.
"I have no idea, but we're going to find out later, one way or another," I whispered back. Bella gave this look that said don't-force-it-out-of-her-or-you're-dead. We all knew that forcing something out of Emily would makes us feel bad, and Bella had this thing that when she was ready she would tell us. Gently, I carried her on my back, seeing it was going to be the easiest way to run with her. "What happened to Alice and Edward and Emmett?" I asked them as we took of walking into the woods.
"Carlisle and Esme are on their way home, and Emmett broke the gutter while climbing, so their going to go and try and fix that before they get home. Alice said something about nothing working in the house, so I think she's going to try and rewire the TV at least so that's working."
I felt a pang of sympathy for Emily, because when we get home, she's going to be in a mess of problems.