Emily's Nightmare_39
Jasper's POV
For the next couple of days, the atmosphere was much lighter and happier than it had been in weeks. Esme had been thrilled to find out that her little girl would be going on her first date. Emmett had tried to act intimidating and defensive about the whole idea, though you could tell, or at least I could, that he was just happy to see Emily smile again.
Honestly, I'm pretty sure we all were. For a while, it seemed like things would be getting back to normal soon enough. That the dark cloud that had been looming over our lives was moving away and the sun would soon be shining again.
Of course, there's always the calm before the storm.
It was Thursday, the day before Emily would be going to the carnival with Matthew when Edward gave us the bad news.
"I smelled a strange presence," He told me quietly. I scanned the room quickly, trying to see if Emily was near. "She's upstairs. Alice pulled her away in the nick of time, as usual." Edward said his voice grave.
"Vampire?" Emmett asked, having come over almost immediately. I could sense the soberness that Edward gave off, and I knew it was before he even nodded. Of course, Emmett used his colorful vocabulary to sum up what everyone was feeling.
"New born?" I asked remembering when Jacob had fought that new vampire a couple weeks ago. "Passing by or not?"
"I couldn't tell," Edward sighed, slouching onto one of the kitchen isle stools. "It was barely there, I almost missed it entirely."
Emmett made a pft noise. "Then what are you getting us worried about?" He asked. "It was probably from weeks ago." I was about to agree, when I sensed Edward's restlessness.
"I don't know," he sighed. "I just have this feeling that it isn't. Like whatever, whoever it was, is still out there."
I sighed, everyone's feeling weighing down on me, tiring me out. "Okay okay. So what do we do about it? Put everyone on a red alert? Keep Emily home tomorrow? If so, I don't want to be the one to tell her she can't see her boyfriend and go on her first date." I grimaced slightly, the words still odd in my mouth, even after this long.
Edward ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know. Yes? No? Ugh!"
"How about we just tell the boy?" Emmett asked, simply. "He's a werewolf, right? At the very least he can shift and defend." It seemed reasonable, though vampire instincts couldn't help but scream no. Never trust a werewolf.
"I suppose," Edward said, his reluctance evident. I knew he was having the same internal fight to keep himself from yelling no.
"Then we keep it to ourselves, for now."
My brother's nodded in agreement and we left the kitchen, going about our separate ways. Hopefully a light shower was coming our way. Hopefully we were all exaggerating. Hopefully this wasn't going to go farther than the kitchen table.
If life had taught me one thing though, it was that events hardly ever tend to go the way you want them to unfold. Especially when there are too many hopes in one paragraph.
Emily's POV
Thursday night and Friday morning, I had hardly slept a wink, from the excitement. By Friday afternoon I was feeling queasy, the thought of my first actual date with my first boyfriend was intimidating. By Friday evening, I was ready to call the entire thing off.
"It's hopeless!" I sighed really loudly. "Extremely hopeless. I might as well just wear a potato sack at this point." I looked around my closet, grimacing when I saw the piles of clothes on the floor. Esme was going to have fit and Alice a heart attack when they saw this. For a moment, I really wished Alice was around to help.
"What's hopeless?" Rosalie asked, making me jump slightly. She'd been leaning against my closet door for who knows how long. There was a playful smile on her lips, which told me she was enjoying my freak out. "And I don't think you could pull off a potato sack sweetie," she teased. "I on the other hand…"
I couldn't help but smile a little. "I'm sure," I agreed. "My situation is hopeless. I don't know what to wear! I've already been through all my clothes, but they all seem too casual. I even looked at the clothes Alice bought me and have been hiding in the back of my closet. Only, I have no idea what goes where and with what and whether it's a shirt or a skirt." I hung my head sadly. I was a sorry excuse for a girl right now.
I was waiting for Rosalie to laugh, or giggle, but she didn't. Instead she leaned off the wall and walked in. "Alright sis," she started, heading into the back of my closet. "Step aside and let me deal with this," she started running her hand over the hangers and hangers of clothes, stopping ever so often to see a shirt, or feel the cloth. "Cold today?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Not really. Maybe a light breeze near the end of the night?" I offered, not really knowing. "So I should take a jacket, right?"
Rosalie shook her head. "Nope. You want him to lend you his jacket, makes a man feel dependable and superior for thinking ahead."
"Superior? Oh never mind," I sighed, giving up. "Remember, we're going to the carnival."
"Oh right. Good thing you reminded me," Rosalie told me, putting back clothes. "That means no whites. Carnivals are so dirty. No lace either. Cotton is a no, makes perspiring easier." She ran off a list of things I couldn't wear, and with each one I felt like I was never going to find something. "Alright, change," she said suddenly shoving a pile of clothes into my hands. "Now."
Confused I did, not really noticing what I was putting on. I knew better than to question things before I actually saw the entire picture. "Alright, now what?" I asked, trying to see what I looked like. Before I could get to the mirror though, Rosalie pulled me away and sat me on the bed.
"No peeking," Rosalie warned as she headed to grab things from my bathroom. "You don't get to see until the entire masterpiece is complete." Huffing, I crossed my arms and waited. Now that wasn't fair at all. I glanced over at the clock and stopped myself from groaning slightly. It was almost time for Matthew to come and pick me up, so if I didn't like the way I looked, I was going to have to deal with it. I'm sure that was Rosalie's plan the entire time. This was exactly what I had been trying to avoid when I sent Alice away with Jasper until Matthew came.
"Oh stop sulking," Rosalie told me, running her finger up my back, making me shiver and sit up. "Straight back. Slouchers don't get a second date," she warned.
"Technically, this is the second date. If you count Alice's project," I muttered.
"Well I don't. I know you don't either. Actually, I'm pretty sure we all see it as Alice kidnapping us, rather than a date." I grinned, Rosalie was exactly right. "Alright done! Pretty good if I do say so myself."
"Can I see it now then?" I asked her as she walked back to the bathroom. She nodded. "Finally." I hurried to the closet mirror and stopped. I was stunned.
"Aren't I good?" Rosalie asked, coming behind me. I could see the mascara and other tubes with names I could read in her hands, but at that moment, I didn't really care. I'd been a little worried, but they all vanished. Rosalie had put me in straight leg, almost skinny jeans and a soft, olive colored one sleeve top. She'd put up my hair into a low side pony tail, the soft curls she'd made falling over my right shoulder. I was speechless, mostly because I couldn't tell it was me.
"Oh come on Emily," Rosalie grinned, getting in front of me. "It was that hard to make you decent. Now stay still while I put on this mascara." I listened to her, a smile on my lips.
"Thanks Rosalie." I told her sincerely. "You're the best sister ever." She stopped slightly, before continuing.
"That's what sisters are for," Rosalie said softly, pulling back. "Alright, done. Now get on some nice flat sandals and a purse. I'll see you downstairs," she grinned and walked out my room.
No POV
Rosalie closed the bedroom door behind her and sighed rather heavily, leaning against it.
"What's wrong Rosie?" Emmett asked, appearing at her side. Rosalie looked over at Emmett, a lot of things going through her head. "Come on, tell me," he whispered, stroking her cheek slightly. Rosalie couldn't help but smile a little at her Emmett.
"Come here," Rosalie whispered taking his hand and leading him back to their room, where she was sure no one would be able to hear. Unless Edward was doing in mind reading things.
"Alright Rose, "Emmett said, closing the door to their room. He watched as Rosalie sat down on their bed and he went to go sit behind her. He could tell something was bothering his girl. "Is it Emily? Are you worried about her?" He figured this was bringing back the memories when Rosalie was courted by that jerk face, Wesley. Or whatever his name was.
In a way, he was right. "I just miss it," Rosalie whispered, leaning back against him. "The parties, the dresses, the debutantes and horse drawn carriages." I just miss being human Rosalie thought. "Helping Emily for her date just made me remember getting ready with my friends before the balls, that's all."
"I know you do," Emmett told her, wrapping his arms around her. "You can still go to parties now though. And honestly, I think these dresses are much more flattering. Especially when you wear them." Rosalie laughed a little. Of course, Emmett was right. Besides, if she had stayed human, she would have never gotten to meet Emmett. Or gained a little sister like Emily or parents like Esme and Carlisle. She never would have been able to be a part of this family. "Why don't we go downstairs and wait with everyone else?" He asked her.
Rosalie nodded her mood cheery once more. "We should make sure Jasper and Edward aren't too hard on Matthew when he gets here."
"Oh, he's already here," Emmett grinned, getting up. "Got here early. Edward and Carlisle were down stairs with him when I came up to check on you two. Now, grab a camera. Esme wants a lot of pictures."
Edward POV
I'd always thought movies never actually showed real life ways of life. Like when the sister is always on her first date and getting ready upstairs and the date is in the living room with an uncomfortable look on his face as the father and brother glare and act intimidating. I never actually thought something like that happened in real life. Oddly enough, that was the scenario we were in right at that moment.
Matthew was sitting on the couch, his hands together and in between his knees as he twiddled his thumbs. I could tell he was anxious about this whole thing, with me sitting at the piano and Carlisle in the recliner next to him.
"So," Matthew started, getting the feeling there was something on our minds. Because there was.
"Well Matthew," Carlisle started, leaning forward. "There's something we want to talk to you about." Matthew stopped twiddling his thumbs and sat up a little straighter. I couldn't help but grin a little. He was already going through this speech he'd apparently been rehearsing about how responsible he would be tonight and such.
"What is it Mr. Cullen?" Matthew asked. He still insisted on calling Carlisle Mr. Cullen and Esme Mrs. Cullen, even after both of them kept insisting on just being called by their name. I was thinking it was a habit they hoped to break one day, but until then it was sure fun to watch.
"A couple days ago, Edward got a scent an unknown vampire," Carlisle said, his voice low and serious. I watched Matthew, seeing how he would react. Physically, he was calm and collected, but I could read all the scenarios going through his head. Outcomes of what it could mean, where the wolves where and who was on watch at the moment. "It was a weak scent," Carlisle continued. "But we don't want to take any chances. We thought it might belong to the new born who had fought Jacob a while ago, since we never found out who he was. It might have been just a vampire who passed through quickly. Until we find out more though we're going to be on alert. Normally we wouldn't worry as much, but with the events that have recently happened…" Carlisle trailed off, not needing to say anymore.
Matthew was nodding his head. "I understand," he said. "I'll watch out for anything tonight, and keep Emily safe," he assured. "I can tell the rest of the pack tomorrow. Most of them are out on a run tonight, and the rest are out in their rounds." Now that surprised me slightly. I got up from my piano bench and walked over, leaning on the couch arm rest.
"If everyone's out and wolf," I started. "Then why aren't you?" Matthew was going to respond when Alice burst in through the front door, followed by Jasper.
"Oh good. You guys haven't left yet!" Alice grinned. "Where's Emily?"
"Still upstairs," Carlisle said, standing up. "I'm sure she's on her way down." The conversation was over, and now the three of us were to switch from paranoia to normalcy, but that didn't keep me from reading his mind and finding the answer. And it did not make me feel any better.
A/N: Ta-da! Look at me, updating again! I know right? Exciting. So I'm bed ridden with some sickness, and instead of doing homework like the good student I should be, I decided to write this instead.
Not much to say about it, besides that I found this really cool website for clothes, and I got my inspiration for Emily's outfit. I really want it! So I want to spread this site and hand it to you:
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On a different note, I seem to have forgotten to state that all characters are copyrighted to their rightful owners.
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