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Esme's POV.

I needed to hunt. Really bad, so did Rosalie and Edward. I didn't even try to get them to come, Rosalie would never leave his side and Edward had to keep track of his transformation. So I would have to go alone.

I rushed out of the door and followed Rosalie's scent through the mountains; I needed to know if she'd left any evidence. I came to a large clearing. It was 100 miles from the house. I smelt a lot of blood here, dry though, old. It was Emmett's blood. I went towards the tent at the far end. I sniffed inside for Emmett's candy like scent; I found his sleeping bag on the far left with a backpack at the foot. I unzipped the bag; it had a few outfits, 1 pair of trousers, 2 white shirts, 1 black tie, shoes, some walking boots, underwear and socks. He also had a large bottle of water, a packed lunch, his wallet and keys. I looked in his wallet, $13.79 and a small black and white picture of what seemed to be him and his friends. I decided to take the bag, minus the food and water obviously; he would need the clothes anyway.

I looked around for anything else that might be his, nothing. I stepped out of the tent and walked up a small hill. On the top of it were 2 rifles laid carelessly on the grass, forgotten. The hill overlooked the huge clearing. There was an old fire that had been recently set up in front of the rifles and a smashed lantern.

I ran to the scene of the bear. Humans had been here recently so I can't change anything, I thought. The bear was dead. The amount of blood was shocking; it was all spread out in random places. I followed footsteps, quite wide spread; he'd probably been running away. There were following paw prints getting closer and closer to the footprints, then they collided and there was a huge pool of blood. There were a few droplets around then another pool a few feet away.

I saw a glint in the grass; I bent over to see what it was. A bracelet. It was silver but bronzing, it looked old, like it had been made in the early 1900's. There were words carved into each little panel,

LOVE, FAITH, HOPE, LOVE, FAITH, HOPE. I looked on the inside,

Made in 1896 for Robert McCarty, to be passed down from generation to generation. I supposed it was passed on to Emmett from his mother or something. That was sweet, it must have fallen off, I put it in the backpack ready just in case he wanted to keep it.

I caught another hint of Rosalie's scent by the edge of the trees, I ran over. There were deep nail marks in a large oak tree; I clawed at them more so they would seem like a bear that did it.

I ran to do some real hunting then, I really needed too, my eyes were ebony black and my throat was scorching.

I caught 3 bucks then set off back.

It was 8pm by the time I got back in. Everyone was home.

"Esme honey." Carlisle greeted me.

"Carlisle." I kissed his nose. "How is he?" I asked.

"He's doing well, he's getting stronger I'm sure it should only be a day or so since he lost so much blood there will be less to transform."

"Good." I smiled and looked in the living room, he was still on the floor, twisting and turning faster than a human would but slower than a vampire. His skin was the same shade as ours and looked harder and smoother. The only wounds that weren't healed were his leg and his chest and torso. They were nearly healed now. His features were a lot more angular.

But he was still human. His fists were clenched and his teeth were gritted, he was twisting and turning, trying not to yell. His eyes were shut tightly but he was aware.

Soon, very soon.

"Where did you go?" Edward asked.

"The Smokey's, I picked up some things he might need or want from there that he might need or want." I smiled.

"Thank you." Rosalie whispered.

"No problem." I set them down beside the couch. I was surprised she didn't want to see what was in the bag. But she was probably just being stubborn not to move from his side. I found it really sweet.

Emmett yelped quietly. He was trying to stay quiet, bless him.

"Rosalie, if you want to help, put you hand on his face or something, the coolness helps a little." I explained.

She smiled and put her hand on his cheek. His fists relaxed slightly and he sighed.

"So, what have we all found out?" Carlisle asked. Sitting next to me on the loveseat.

"His name is Emmett McCarty and he is 20 years old, just though." Edward said.

"He was hunting with his family in the Smokey's and tried to run." I said.

"Yes, he was with his family, he saved his older brother from the bear." Carlisle squeezed my hand.

"How?" I asked.

"Well, apparently, the bear went for his brother, so Emmett jumped on its back to stop it, that's where it all went horribly wrong." He raised his eyebrows.

I smiled at the sweet gesture Emmett had done, stupid but sweet all the same.

Rosalie smiled but winced when he whimpered almost silently.

He was using all of his strength to suffer in silence; if we were human we wouldn't have heard him.

His determination was amazing, he wouldn't be able to keep it up for long, he'd been through too much to deal with in such a small amount of time.

"How much longer Carlisle?" Rosalie asked.

Carlisle went over to them.

"Edward, can you tell us what he's thinking?"

"I will." He nodded.

"Emmett? Can you hear me?" Carlisle asked.

"Yep, who are you guys?" Edward said, then laughed.

"Edward can read minds son." He chuckled. "My name's Carlisle, now can you tell Edward through your mind were the fire is?"

"Mostly around my shoulders and chest." Edward said.

Carlisle nodded. "It's nearly over Emmett, just a few more hours, now can you talk?"

"Nope, I'll scream." Edward said.

"Okay, how about open your eyes?" Edward sad nothing in response. We all watched Emmett.

After a minute his eyes slowly opened. They were changing, they were still blue but had a feint red rim around them. That's when he slipped up. He cried out in pain.

Rosalie whispered in his ears soothing him, like Carlisle had to me just over a decade ago. Emmett closed his eyes tight again but now he'd let go he couldn't regain control, he kept on screaming and thrashing about wildly.

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