Emily's Nightmare27
"Alice, let me in!" I yelled as I banged on my door once more. It was seven in the morning, and they still hadn't finished my room. "I need to get ready for church." That sounded like something I'd never say. Alice opened the door and threw my dress at me, before shutting the door again. "Thanks," I muttered and went to go change in the bathroom. My dress was fortunately, nothing extravagant. I had gotten it with Bella when we went to Macy's in New York. Alice was unhappy, but she let it go, miraculously I might add. It was a white and black printed halter dress that tied in the back of my neck. I still wore the cross Edward had placed on me I thought it practical if I wore it.
As I got ready, I could hear my iPod playing in my room. They were taking advantage of the freedom they had by using my iPod. Right now it was playing Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield, one of my favorite songs, so I let it go. I sang along as I brushed my hair, and let them sing the chorus. It was so much fun!
I danced out of the bathroom and headed downstairs. I still had about an hour till I had to be at Matthew's so I hung out with Emmett, who was watching the news. The anchor was telling us about the people who were found dead a couple days ago, and how the police believed it was murder. I was going to change the channel, to something less depressing, but Carlisle slapped my hand away. I hadn't even noticed him arrive, or Edward and Jasper for that matter, they seemed to be ubiquitous.
"It's Forks all over again," whispered Emmett. Forks? That was the small town where Edward met Bella, but what did that have to do with this? Carlisle leaned down and turned the TV off.
"Let's hope it isn't," he said and walked back to his office. I looked back and forth from Emmett to Jasper to Edward, but their faces didn't say anything and neither did they. They stood their, silently, waiting. I got the point.
"I get the point. I'll be somewhere that isn't here," I said and hopped off the couch. I walked to the washroom and got Einstein out of the dryer. I patted down his fur and carried him up to Alice's room. I passed by the living room and heard them murmur. Usually, I wasn't once to eavesdrop. Okay, that's a lie, but if I didn't listen I wouldn't learn anything. They were talking vampire fast and low, so I could only make out a couple words.
"Should we tell them?"
"No, the old pack would be able to notice the signs."
"What if they haven't?"
"If they think it's us? Is it really safe for her to leave with them?"
"Its church Jasper, they aren't going to kill her at church."
"Yeah, but what about after?" That was Emmett
"I'll go pick her up right after it ends and bring them here. He can't do anything here and especially by himself." Edward was really trying to convince them to let me go. He knew how badly I wanted to go.
"Fine, but one of us has to drive her there."
"Fine." I crept backward ever so softly and pack into the laundry room. I hugged Einstein tightly to my chest and thought about what they said. I knew that werewolves were the only enemies we had, but would they really do that to us? We hadn't done anything wrong. Would Matthew do it? He was a werewolf after all, even though he didn't act like it. I waited a couple of minutes, getting my posture and fake happy emotion ready. I walked out the room, humming the Bach Double, a fake smile on my face. It wasn't till I was away from Jasper did I drop the theatrics.
"What are we going to do, Einstein?" I asked him as I patted his head.
"Still talking to teddy bears Emily?" Rosalie asked from behind me.
"Oh, hi Rose. Yeah, still hoping they'll talk back and share the secret of life," I joked. She laughed and headed back to my room. What was she doing out anyway? I sat in Edward's room the rest of the hour, playing on his computer and listing to his music. I had just finished level 10 of a game called Skywire, when he came waltzing into his room.
"So, how much did you hear?" he asked me as he leaned against his doorway.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I told him as I shut down his computer.
"I know that you were listening to our conversation downstairs. The one about Jasper and Emmett not wanting you to go."
"I still don't know what you're talking about. Now, come on, let's go," I avoided his question and dragged him downstairs. "You are going to let me drive, aren't you?" I asked him as we headed to the garage.
"I don't know, last time you drove, you ran someone over," he teased. Of course he was going to let me drive, not the Volvo, but he was going to.
"That wasn't my fault." I grabbed the keys to the Mercedes and got in. He got in and motioned for me to continue. Starting the car, I packed out of the garage and got on the road. Within minutes, we were cruising at more that 60 mph.
"Do you even know where you're going?" he asked me.
"No, do you?" I asked him shyly. I sighed and told me the way to go. "You're a mind reader, Edward." I teased him.
"Just drive."
"Nice house," I commented as I parked the car outside on the small drive way. It was basically the normal, typical, two story houses. It was smaller than ours, naturally, and it was a tinted shade of white.
"You can't even tell they're werewolves." I rolled my eyes and followed Edward to the door.
"You have your cell phone?" Edward asked me as we waited for the door to open.
"Edward, I'm going to church, not on a date. And yes, I do have my cell with me, now chill," I told him. He sounded like Esme, when I went over to anyone's house. There was a crashing, shattering sound, and an ouch, before the door opened. Quill opened the door and steeped aside to let us in.
"Déjà vu," Edward whispered as he followed me in.
"Hey, Edward, Emily. What's up?" he asked as he closed the door behind us. Edward started talking in a low whisper to him, so I distracted myself by looking at the entry of the house. To the right of the door, there was a small, study like space. It had a piano, a tall bookcase and a small love couch. There was also a small study desk with a quill pen and ink. To the left, there was a wall, with a door; I suppose the closet and the source of the shatter noise. There was a small drawer like thing that used to have a lamp, which was now on the ground. From where I was standing, I could see the kitchen. It was a light shade of pink with white cabinets. Then there was that smell, which wasn't actually that horrible, but it ruined the whole scenery.
"Um, I forgot something in the car, I'll be right back," I told Edward and headed out the door. The fall breeze was splendid and welcomed. I walked to the car and opened the door. I sat down at the driver's seat and pretended to look around for something. I found a couple of pennies, a Kleenex, and someone's lip gloss.
"Lost something?" someone asked from the door. I tried to stand up, but hit my head on the car roof instead. He laughed.
"Not funny," I told him as I patted my head.
"Sure it wasn't," said Matthew. I looked at him he was dressed in an Abercrombie light blue stripped shirt and khaki pine point trail shorts.
"What is it? Blake Peak?" I asked him, checking out his shirt.
"Yeah, Clara got them," he said and helped me out of the car.
"You should wear them more often, Abercrombie looks good on you," I told him as we headed back to the house. Edward was still talking to Quill, and now Sam was with them. Matthew started to slow down to listen, but I dragged him away to the kitchen. "You'll probably get to know later," I told him. He shrugged and led me the rest of the way to the kitchen. Leaning one the kitchen counter and drinking coffee was a small, slim woman. She looked to be around 40 years old. She had the same colored eyes as Matthew and light colored freckles on her face.
"You must be Emily, I'm Sarah, Matthew's mom," she said as she put her cup down. She extended her hand I shook it.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Cunning. Thank you very much for letting me come to church today," I said, Esme would be pleased of my formality.
"It's really no problem Emile. I see your Christian yourself, is that yours?," she said while eyeing my cross necklace.
"I'm pretty sure it is mine, it was in my stuff. I haven't been to church in over 10 years though, so don't be too hard on me. I'm pretty sure I know the basic prayers though," I told her.
"Really? That long? Why is that?" she asked, perplexed.
"Mom, I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to talk about it," Matthew said, before I could say anything. I bet he knew that over ten years ago I joined the Cullen's.
"That's okay, I don't mind," I assured him, and gave him a smile to prove it. I turned back to Mrs. Cunning. "You see Mrs. Cunning, fifteen years ago I joined the Cullen family and there not much of the religious type."
"Really? Over fifteen years. Does that make you fifteen know?" she asked me, "Or are you immortal in age like my son here?" Now it was my turn to be confused.
"You don't age?" I asked Matthew. He shook his head and looked sheepish. "So how old are you really?"
"Nineteen. What about you? You really fourteen?" I shook my head, I had no idea werewolves were ageless. Why hadn't Edward told me?
"Nah, I'm eighteen. I had no idea werewolves couldn't age, that's so weird. Well, I don't know about weird, but I don't know. It just something I didn't expect." Why was I babbling? I mentally smacked my forehead for doing so.
"So, how long have you been living with the Cullen's?" Mrs. Cunning asked, sensing the need for a distraction.
"Since I was three," I told her, thankful for the change.
"And how long have you been a….?" she seemed not to be able to say vampire, probably in fear of being rude.
"A vampire?" I finished. She nodded. "Since I was nine."
"Nine? You look so much more mature than nine," she said surprised.
"That's because I'm only a half-vampire, see, it's actually pretty complicated to explain, I'm not exactly sure of how it happened. So anyway, I kept growing till I actually reached fourteen, but by then I looked like I was eighteen, or the way I look now. But I can still look younger, which how I look now, because of the way I act and dress, or at least I try too. I'm not exactly sure how I pull of acting and dressing like I'm fourteen when I'm not," Edward came up from behind and placed a hand over my mouth.
"Sorry about that, she babbles when she's nervous. I'm Edward, nice to meet you," he said, extending his unoccupied hand to shake. I fidgeted under his hold and he let his drop from my mouth.
"Nice to meet you Edward," Mrs. Cunning said, obviously dazzled by his appearance. He had that effect on people, well, normal people. "Will you be joining us for church?" she asked. Edward, pick your answer carefully. He got his evil smile on his face, and I knew there was going to be trouble for me.
"I'd love to Mrs. Cunning, but I fear that the invitation only extended to my sister," he said in his sweet velvety voice.
"Oh, nonsense, you're more then welcome to join us," she said excitedly.
"Well, I'd love to join you, let me just tell my parents were I'll be." He excused himself and went to go talk on his cell.
"Stupid shiny Volvo owner," I muttered under my breathe.
"Why don't you go outside and wait for us?" she asked Matthew, who nodded and lead me outside.
"Sorry about my mom," he apologized. I shrugged.
"It's not her fault, if Edward wanted to go, he would have found a way," I assured him. "She was just dazzled by his appearance." He laughed and nodded. I counted the cars that were in his driveway, besides ours, there were five other cars. "Why do you have so many cars?" I asked him. He turned toward his driveway and pointed out each and everyone and who they belonged too.
"That green Toyota van that belongs to my mom she takes us everywhere. The white Mitsubishi belongs to dad, he takes it to work. The blue Yaris belongs to Steve, my half-brother. That rabbit belongs to Jacob, and the old convertible belongs to Quill." He had a half brother? I didn't know that.
"You have a half brother? I didn't know that. Is he a werewolf too?" I asked.
"Nah, Steve's boring. He's mom's kid from another marriage. We get our Quitlett blood from dad, so Steve, he doesn't have any. He's a lot older than us, well not really, he's twenty four, and he goes to Ohio University," Matthew continued to explain about his brother, who wanted to be a doctor. Technically he was only five years older than Matthew and four years older than Clara, but since the whole werewolf thing it was different. I didn't get it, Alice had told me that she couldn't see them because they were unpredictable, their changing could happen at any time with their short tempers, but so far, that hadn't happened. Matthew was really calm and happy, it was hard to imagine him losing it and shifting.
"Whoa, this car is so awesome!" someone said. We both turned around to find some guy standing at the hood of the Mercedes.
"That would be Steve," Matthew said. Steve was tall and lanky. He had short blond hair and was wearing a jean jacket that looked to small for him. "He has the whole I don't care look going on right now," Matthew explained. That was an understatement, Steve looked like he was homeless not studying to be a doctor.
"So, he's going to be a doctor?" I asked him. He laughed and grabbed my hand, dragging me to where Steve was. "Hey Steve." He turned around to look at me, and took a step back in astonishment.
"Hey, you must be vampire girl. This your ride?" he asked in a Californian suffer style.
"Actually, it's my dad's. Doctor Carlisle Cullen," I told him, "He let me, I mean Edward, drive it today. So, are you going to church with us?" He shook his head.
"Neah, I'm an orthodox. So, you're one of the Cullen's'? Hey, is the tall blonde chick still with that one steroid dude with the brown curly hair?" he asked. I could see what he really wanted me to say, but this guy had no chance with Rosalie, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she could easily break his neck with pinch of her fingers.
"Sorry, Steve, Rosalie is taken. She and Emmett are soul mates, together for life. Besides, your not her type and Emmett doesn't take steroids." Matthew told his brother. So much for letting him down easily.
"Yeah, you're probably right. I'm too much of a man for her anyway. Besides, a man like me can't be hold down, or easily tamed," he winked at me and headed into the house.
"Your brother is an interesting fellow," I told Matthew. He laughed and nodded. Edward came out, saying he was going to meet us at church, Bella wanted to come so he was going to go pick her up. That probably meant Esme was coming, so Carlisle would probably come too. If I was lucky enough, Alice wouldn't come to show off an outfit and drag Jasper along with her, who would bring Emmett, who couldn't leave with out Rosaile. Edward laughed, he read my mind.
"Don't worry, it's just Bella." He got into the car and headed back home. I sighed, why couldn't I do anything without my family?
"I know exactly how you feel," Matthew sympathized.
A/N: I felt really nice so I decided to post up another chapter. Hope you like. Oh and the offer on the last chapter's author note still stands and will be held through the whole entire story. In other words ask me, with a review please!, and I'll give you a small hint to what will happen next.
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