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Fate's Twisted Charm

Fate's twisted charm is always what lures you in. From the beginning of her life she's been intertwined with myths and creatures. Now it's your time to hear her story and what she thinks about everything that has happened in the series we all know and love. This is Emily Young's life story. PhotobucketTwenty-One Preview: "Oh, Paul, you're not alone. I'm here and I love you. I know for a fact that Sam would not be the leader he is if not for you. Jared loves being with you and being your friend. And, so what if Leah doesn't talk to us anymore? It's mostly my fault anyway. She shouldn't take it out on you. I just get so worried about you sometimes."

Disclaimer: This story does not match up with the actual series and the timeline, some ages, and other details have been changed. I also own nothing besides Maria and Scott Young. It's all Stephenie Meyer.

13. Full Circle

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March 18th, 2003

"Mama? Mama? I'm so sorry," I whispered into the phone. I was standing in the corner of the ER, and on the pay phone. Nurses and doctors would every once and a while look at me and stare and whisper among each other. I felt so awkward, so lonely, so scared.

"Paul? Sweetheart, what's wrong?" She questioned, knowing something was up. I hadn't called her Mama in years.

"Mama, please come home. I don't like it here," I sniffled, wiping at the tears in my eyes. I had never had to be so grown-up. I had never had to take someone to the hospital, or call relatives saying there was a death in the family, or tell the doctors that "Burial is the best option for my sister. Her biggest fear was fire, she wouldn't want to be consumed by it," or fill out forms for deaths when occurred out of the hospital, or call insurance and say "Yes, I need my mother's health insurance, my sister just died and my parents aren't home." Christ, I had never even had a death in the family, let alone seen a dead body.

"Where are you, Paul? Honey, you're scaring me." Her frightful tone came out of the phone as I glared over at the nurses' station towards a group of young nurses whispering and glancing at me.

"The hospital. Everyone's staring. I can't stand it," I responded, turning my glare from the gossiping nurses to out the window at the fatal storm.

"The hospital? Oh my, Paul what's going on?" Her scared tone had taken to a worried and frantic one.

"She's dead, Mama," I whispered, not even knowing if she had heard.

"Sweetheart, I can't hear you. What?" Her muffled voice echoed back, covered in static from the oncoming storm raging outside.

"She's dead, Mama," I repeated, louder this time. A few people turned around in the waiting room, looking at me with their brows furrowed at the young man in the corner, telling his mother on the payphone that his sister had drowned, not even an hour ago.

"Who is? Paul, who's dead?" She asked, worry and concern flowing into her voice.

"Casey," I whispered, feeling like her name on my tongue was a vile, vile word.

Then, my 30 seconds ran out as the dial tone droned on.


I got the call at 3:37 in the morning. I was sleeping, snuggled warmly in my sheets while Sam prowled the surrounding forest. It made me feel safe and secure to know he was out there, in wolf form, patrolling my yard and watching me. I was in the middle of the oddest dream; someone drowning, as the wind howled and the lightning cackled outside. I would huddle under the sheets as each roll of thunder boomed loudly. The phone call woke the whole house.

"Emily, why the hell is Paul calling you at such a damn hour?" My dad questioned as he walked in my room. I lifted my head groggily, not knowing what in the world he was talking about.

"Wha?" He rolled his eyes at my sleepy response and shoved the phone in my hand. He walked out, slumping and shuffling his feet, back to my parents' room as he ruffled his long dark hair and scratched at his head.

"Make it quick!" He called out after he had walked through the doorway.

"Hello?" I asked into the phone.

"Em? It's me, Paul," God, he sounded like crap. His voice was so raspy, harsh and sad.

"What's wrong?" I was awake now, thanks to a booming clap of thunder right outside my window.

"Em, I need you to come down to the hospital. I know it's a lot to ask, but I can't stand it here alone. My parents are busy filling out reports and forms, and I feel like I'm going crazy." My brow furrowed, the hospital? Why was he in the hospital, for crying out loud?

"Paul. Calm down. Take a deep breath. Or five," I chuckled dryly, trying to break the ice, "Now, tell me. Why are you in the hospital?" I asked, wondering if possibly he was hurt. My hand quivered at the thought of it. I loved Paul like a brother, I wouldn't know what to do if he was hurt.

"Em, Casey's dead. Can you please come here?" I could hear him sniffling and heard a shuffle as he swallowed down a sob. I froze. Casey was dead? Casey? Dead? My teeth chattered as I looked out the window at the pouring rain. I gulped, not believing what I had heard. Casey's face flashed in my mind; so youthful with her wide, brown, soulful eyes and her shiny, sleek, black hair. I sniffled, already tears were forming in my eyes.

"I'll be there as fast as I can, Paul. Just hang in there, just hang in there." Then, I clicked the phone off.

I got up numbly, putting on an old and ratty sweatshirt for the Seattle Seahawks and dark gray sweat pants. I looked out at the freezing rain and shivered, I would be having to out in that. I put my feet in 2 pairs of socks and slipped them into a pair of ugly purple rain boots before grabbing my wallet and keys. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and walked out my bedroom door with the phone in my hand. Before I reach the steps, I realized I had to tell my parents where I was going. I walked into their room and stopped at the foot of the bed, watching as my mother sighed when my father put his arms around her.

"I'm going out." I said, monotone, as I threw the phone down. It hit the floor with a loud thud. My father's eyes snapped open and looked at me curiously.

"Where are you going? It's like a hurricane out there," his groggy voice asked as my mother blinked repeatedly as she woke up.

"I said I'm going out." I turned back around and marched out, not even hearing my father called for me.

"Emily! Where the hell do you think you're going?" My father grabbed my arm and turned me around as he caught up with me at the bottom of the steps. My mother stood at the top of the stairs, tying the strap of her robe as she looked at me curiously.

"The hospital." If it hadn't of been 3:45 in the morning, and someone close to me had just died, I probably would have noticed I was leaving out all the details.

"Why? Are you hurt?" His eyes widened.

"No, no, I'm not. Casey is though. She died." I whispered, looking towards the window, wondering if her soul was out there, restless and watching as everyone who knew her was in pain from her loss. I also wondered if Sam was out there watching, pacing in wolf form as he wondered what to do now.

"Casey? Casey as in Paul's sister?" My mother gasped as my father asked. I continued to look out the window, wondering and thinking, as I nodded. While my father stood in shock, I grabbed the car keys and walked out into the dangerous storm.


(3 Days Later)

"I'm so sorry for your lost," Billy Black said as held onto my mother's hand. He knew only too well what it was like to lose someone. His daughters, Rachel and Rebecca, and son, Jacob, stood morosely behind him. It was just then that I remembered he wasn't that much younger than me.

"Thank you so very much for coming, Billy." My mother responded, I couldn't even count how many times she had said this today. I was growing so sick of that statement. I wasn't thankful they were here. I had just wanted a closed service, without people crying and apologizing. Just incredibly close friends and family. The viewing hadn't even started yet.

"And Paul, this must be so hard for you. She always looked up to you, son, just remember that," he grunted as he somehow managed to put his hand on my shoulder. Great, I really needed him telling me that. I nodded stiffly and my father patted my back as he tried to stop the tears from overflowing. I couldn't even imagine what it must be like to lose a child.

"Hey, Paul," Emily said as she came over and wrapped her arms around my torso. She was the one person who hadn't said she was sorry, or that it would get better. No, she had simply said that she would never forget her. And for that I was grateful. She hadn't made fake lines of sympathy and tried to make it all better. No one could make it all better, anyway.

"Hey yourself," I mumbled as I hugged her back. Sam Uley was standing 5 feet behind her, a mask of sadness on his face. My God, he didn't leave her side anymore.

"Let's go sit down, shall we?" She raised her head and looked at me, smiling grimly. I nodded, taking notice that the service was about to begin. She grabbed my hand and led me down to where everyone was seated. Sam followed closely behind as we all sat down in the front row. As the priest came forward to the podium, I took a chance to look around. Everything really did seem so beautiful, just like Casey. My parents had decided to have the service on the beach, away from La Push. It was southern than La Push, and it was where Casey had first gone on vacation. I could remember playing in the tidal pools with my dad, watching my mom carry just an 8 month old Casey into the shallowest water she could find and rocking her in it. I knew just then that Casey would be one of those kids that you had to literally drag out of the water. The way her chubby face had lit up and how she giggled softly brought tears to my eyes.

It only seemed necessary that she would be buried near here. She loved it so much. It just felt right, too. Like somehow Casey had come full circle. She had spent some of her most precious times in the water here, and even though it was the water that took her from us, it was still the most favorite place in the world to her. I looked out over the cliffs where the service was occurring, and out to the horizon. It was a strangely peaceful day. The storm had just stopped last night. The sun shone weakly through the clouds, and the water rocked swiftly and gently. If only the weather had been this way three days ago.

After the service, we would be taking the ivory coffin to the nearby cemetery that looked over the water, not even a mile away. I smiled, thinking waves would always be rocking and the smell of salt would always be nearby Casey. It would be what she wanted. My attention was brought back to the priest as he stepped up to the microphone. I gulped, knowing that the speech to follow would be murderous to endure. I heard my mom sniffle and looked to the right just in time to see her collapse into tears in my dad's arms. I ignored her cries and trained my eyes back to the priest as he cleared his throat and began.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the life and death of Casey Lane Hadley. She was a beautiful, inspiring young lady with so much potential in this world of ours. She was bright, youthful, and such a sweet child for all to behold," I smiled, remembering all the times she would glare and punch me in the arm. She was anything but sweet then, "If given the chance, she would have blossomed into a stunning young woman, compassionate about everything and everyone. I have no doubts that she would have done great things. She loved her family and her friends, and was loyal and helpful to anyone who needed it, whether they were a stranger or her own best friends. She loved the ocean, and all things about nature, and I see it fitting that she would leave this world by something she loved. I can only hope that her soul is watching us from whatever is beyond our realm, smiling and comforting us in this horrible time. May her laughter shake the skies, and her smile light up the heavens." He went on then to read from the Bible and I closed my eyes, imagining her sweet face and her kind eyes. It was true, when she wasn't being so caught up in annoying me, she really was such an amazing person.

I felt tears run down my face as I thought of how much I regretted not getting close to my sister before she died.


I held Paul's hand tightly in my own as the priest finished his closing speech. A slight breeze picked up and blew some of the scattered white roses and pictures, and I smiled while envisioning Casey here.

"Now, her friend, Julie, would like to say some words," The priest declared into the microphone. I felt Sam's arm tighten it's grasp around me and I felt so thankful he was here at such a time like this. I turned my head slightly and pecked him on the cheek. He smiled grimly, and something caught my eye. I looked behind me, and a few rows back was Leah with her arms crossed around her chest and glaring. I sighed, I knew it would be a long time before she ever forgave me.

Julie morosely walked up to the small stage and and held a crinkled piece of paper in her hands. Her eyes were red and puffy as she wiped frantically at her eyes before speaking. I knew she had been crying.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Julie, one of Casey's," I didn't miss the way her voice cracked on the Casey's name, "friends. I've known her for a long time, and she's taught me so many things. She was such an exceptional person, that was loved by so many people. She was so good at so many things, and she taught everyone such important lessons. Like how to be yourself, how to take risks, and more importantly, how to love. She was the golden girl, the perfect beauty who was terrific at everything she did. She was ultimately the best friend anyone could ever ask for. Also, I wrote her a poem for today, hoping she's somewhere out there, listening and watching," the young girl plastered a fake smile on her face and began to read aloud.

"Rose petals float
Flitter and flutter
Down by the dreamboat
That carries you home

Clouds keep on swaying
Sound and smooth
Down by the heartstring
That carries you home

Ocean waves ripple
Rise and roll
Down by the sparkle
That carries you home

The stream, it rocks
As you watch
Your eyes bright with tears
Your smile alight with cheers
You have been carried home
," She finished.

I wiped the tears from my eyes, it described how I wanted to think of Casey so perfectly. Then, Julie turned around and pushed the Play button on a stereo I didn't even noticed had been there before. The beautiful notes of Hanson's Never Let Go flowed out from the speakers, and despite the situation, I smiled. Hanson had been her favorite band, it only seemed perfect that one of their songs played at her service. I couldn't yet think the word viewing.

After minutes of listening to the melancholy song, people slowly started to get up and leave, their flyers with Casey's bright and shining face in their hands. They paid their respects, walking by the open ivory casket that beheld Casey's body. I didn't want to, but I knew I had to. Slowly, I started walking towards the casket, hands trembling, with Sam following quietly behind me. He took my shaking hand in his and I held on.

When we got to the casket, I could feel the hot tears running down my face. I looked down upon Casey's body, wrapped in a beautiful blue dress that looked exquisite with her hair. She would have been proud of how well she looked. Her hair fanned out around her face, and her full lips had the lightest touch of lipstick on them. I smiled, thinking of how stunning she would have been if she had grown up.

After saying goodbye not only to Casey, but to Paul and his parents, Sam and I got in the car and started the ride home in a comfortable silence.


It was only immediate family and friends. My parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and Julie. We all stood around the ivory casket, piled high with pink roses, as we said our goodbyes. I felt a slight breeze coming off the shore, and smiled. All the aunts and uncles wiped at their noses and sniffled while telling the casket that held Casey that she was such a bright child and that they loved her. I looked out across the water, taking in the high tide and the way the sun was positioned perfectly in the center.

My grandparents were next. They shuffled up to the coffin, white roses in hand, and laid them upon the top of the coffin. My grandmother broke into tears as she laid the roses down. I looked the other way, wanting to give them us much privacy as I could. I noticed a dark shape in the woods to the left, on the other side of the funeral. There was a silhouette of someone small and someone large. I squinted, trying to make out the figures. One was holding something, looking like a bouquet of flowers. I shook slightly, wondering who was watching from afar as we buried my only sister. I looked back to the funeral, ignoring the annoying figures in the forest.

Julie walked up next, a small arrangement of roses in her hands. She shook as she tried to swallow down sobs. Her walk was slow, and as she got up to the coffin, she broke down. I turned, once again, not wanting to see people in such misery. Instead, I looked at the figures. They looked so familiar it wasn't even funny. I tried to place where I knew them from. The smaller one looked female, with short hair, as the larger one looked male. I frowned, trying to think of how they were tied to Casey.

Then, it clicked.

As I walked forward, I could feel anger rise in my veins. They had no right to be here, on such a day of mourning. All of a sudden, I seemed hot. Too hot. I could feel the sun shine brightly on my back, and my suit felt itchy and stuffy as I took each step. I felt a sheen of sweat build up on my forehead as I started to shake with anger. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't be. I felt like I was suffocating in the rising temperature. The world seemed to be shaking and crumbling as I took each step forward, wanting to get to the mysterious people that I had just placed.

They seemed to see me coming, and they started to turn around. I shook, no, they weren't getting away from me this time. I started sprinting, wanting to catch up these murderers. These killers. I couldn't control the shakes and tremors that shook my form and before I knew it, I had caught up with them.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I roared, grabbing tiny Alice Cullen by the arm and turning her around. Her skin was so odd, so cold, so hard. Her eyes squinted into angry slits as she hissed. Woah, she actually hissed.

"Let me go," she whispered, as she snatched her arm out of my grasp. Emmett Cullen came up behind me.

"Listen, man, all we wanted to do was leave these flowers. Calm down," he said as he outstretched his arm that contained the pink and white roses.

"You have no right to be here! You could have saved her!" Alice tensed up, glaring at me through her weird topaz eyes.

"We tried, Paul. We tried. But it was too late. Don't tell me that we could have saved her! We tried," She shrieked, her voice reaching octaves. I heard slight mumbles from behind me where the funeral was still going on.

"Don't talk to be about trying!" I snarled, as I finally lost it. I reached out to try to hit the nearest tree, but instead I felt something strange. Something like popping. It was weird, like I was changing form. At the same time, it felt good. Relief. Like all that pent up anger was finally letting go. My arms seemed to be stretched out, as were my legs, and finally there was a loud pop. The world looked different, as did my body. I heard a scream, and looked forward. Alice and Emmett Cullen were running away, taking glances behind them at me. I couldn't stand all the staring. I had been stared at for so long, and I couldn't take it. I tried to move my leg, to run after them, but it felt strange. That's when I noticed, I tried to scream, but a different sound came out. Holy shit, it was a howl. I yelped, surprised at my sudden change of voice. And that's when I noticed it didn't matter what I was. I still wanted those Cullens to pay.

So I ran.