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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.

14. Three's The Magic Number Part One

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March 21st, 2003

"Crap!" I looked over, surprised at Sam. He was glaring through the windshield, his hands grasping the steering wheel tightly. My brow furrowed, what was wrong? He slammed his foot on the pedal and the car came to a sudden stop, making me jerk forward as the seatbelt seemed to slice through my collarbone. I groaned, loudly, as pain shot up my arm. My head hit the windshield and I closed my eyes tightly from the swelling impact.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked, worried. I looked up, slightly dazed from my head hitting the pane of glass. I looked to my left and saw Sam watching my every move.

"Yea, I think. I'm pretty sure I'm fine. Are you?" He nodded once, quickly. "Sam, what's going on?" I rubbed the already forming goose bump on my forehead as he glance out the window.

"Emily, we have to go back." He simply stated. I stared, go back where? My brow furrowed in deep confusion.

"Go where, Sam?" I yanked at the seatbelt and it clicked as it came undone. I sighed, blissfully, as I rubbed my aching collarbone. I heard a slight noise coming from above and looked up to see it was starting to drizzle. I mentally cursed, we just couldn't have one peaceful day to bury our friend, could we?

"The viewing. There's an emergency." His voice was strained as he hastily started driving again and made one of the most illegal U-turns I have ever seen. If I wasn't so confused and concerned, I would have laughed.

"Emergency? What type of emergency? And how do you know?" I kept the seatbelt undone as I continued to rub my collarbone. I pulled down the viser in front of the passenger seat to look at the bluish hue on my forehead. Yes, that would definitely leave a mark. Sam sighed wearily next to me as he started to speed. I grabbed onto the side of the car seat as he sped well over 75 mph and we hit a large bump. I yelped as I bounced up and hit my head on the roof of the car. I turned and grabbed the seatbelt wrapped it around me before it made the comforting click of it hooking into the buckle.

"Paul phased." And just like that, all my questions were answered.


It was astonishing. The power. The relief. The releasing of so many feelings. The feeling of the air whooshing past. After following the two Cullens for a few miles, I soon came to the conclusion that this was a dream. I mean, in which reality would I turn into some kind of wolf and actually chase two people? I kept running, not even beginning to grow tired. My breathing was ragged, but I felt fine. My snout twitched as something wet poked it. My eyes darted from my prey to the gathering storm clouds. I growled lightly, storms. Ever since the accident, I hated storms. Hated them with every fiver of my being. Storms killed her. Not only did the storm kill her, but the Cullens did, too.

I brought my eyes from the sky and panicked. They were gone. The Cullens. They were absolutely no where to be seen. I growled and snarled and sped up, I refused to let them get away this time. This was the last straw. I pushed my feet further, the muscles straining under the foreign flesh of my new skin. I continued to run, speeding after my prey. Their scent wasn't close. Yes, I was stunned, too. The Cullens actually had a scent. A freaking scent. I was starting to think I was some huge wolf beast that would always be this way. Never human. I scoffed lightly at the thought that I was a werewolf. Yea right.

I heard a rustle of leaves to my left and veered off in that direction. A loud whoop distracted me, making me turn in the other direction. I paced impatiently, what was going on? I heard a second rustle coming from the general direction that the first one had come from just a few seconds ago. I made up my mind and ran in the direction of where the whoop had come from. I definitely knew that an animal couldn't have made that sound, while the rustle could have been animal made. I ran forward toward the whoop as a figure came in view. A tiny girl stood forward, and I panted excitedly. Alice Cullen. I'd kill her first, she would be practice for getting Emmett.

I ran harder, faster, as the adrenaline rushed in my veins. The excitement of the hunt catching up to me. As I grew just two feet from her, a larger, burlier figure jumped in front of her. I tried to skid to a stop, but it was too late. I went toppling into Emmett Cullen, who hit me over the head with his fist. Hard. I yelped from pain. I heard a deep sigh and a gasp. I felt my heavy body sink to the forest floor as my eyelids drooped shut.

Then, darkness enveloped me.


"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. What are we going to do? Emmett, this is all your fault! I should have never gone with your plan. We should have just-" Emmett cut me off before I could finish. I snarled, I hated when he did that.

"Done what, Alice? Run over the damn treaty line?! He doesn't know about that, he doesn't know about anything! It was his first time phasing! Damn it, Alice, what did you expect me to do? Let him get us so we could kill him? I'd rather have him knocked out than dead! Then our family would really be in trouble." I sighed, he had a point. It just felt wrong looking down at the gigantic unconscious wolf laying at our feet.

"You're right, but what are we going to do now, hmm?" I raised my eyebrows as I asked him about the one flaw in his plan. He grumbled under his breath as he yanked at tree nearby and threw it fifty feet away. I stomped my foot and he turned to me, surprised.

"What?" His clueless tone almost made me giggle. Almost.

"Stop it! Just stop it! Yanking out and throwing trees around is not going to help us right now. Just stop!" I shrieked as he started pacing. His hands were on his hips and his head hung down. He walked up to the wolf and nudged it lightly with the toe if his shoe. I sighed, beating up werewolves apparently would not help us here either.

"Well, it helps me think. God, where's Jasper when we need him?" I froze. Jasper? Here? I grew confused, what was he babbling on about now? What could Jasper possibly do that Emmett could not?

"Emmett, if you're going to waste my time with nonsense babbling, just hold your breath. But, please, before you do, tell me what Jasper could do." I tapped my foot impatiently as I glared at him. He looked up, confused, and stared at me in complete shock.

"Because, Alice, he could really help with your emotional problems right now," He declared, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. My face scrunched up in anger. I hissed at him venomously as he grinned impishly.

"I have a plan," I grumbled as he looked between me and the dog. He nodded, eyes wide, telling me to continue. "We can't exactly leave him here since we have pretty much no clue when he will wake up. So why don't we just take him to the La Push boundary. Someone from his pack will find him." I smiled grimly, I would rather personally give him to his pack but that would be against the treaty rules.

"Excellent, Alice! I've never been prouder to have you as my sister," He grinned widely as I smirked. I bent down, about to pick the burly, furry body on the ground, when a snarl behind me interrupted me actions.

Emmett screamed my name, but the next thing I knew I was pinned to the ground by something black as night and alive. I gulped as I smelled a putrid scent by my neck and sharp canines barely miss my head. I knew this was the end. The wolf's teeth came down next to my head again, almost like he was hesitating. A sharp pain cut through my torso as I gasped. Just end it, I felt like screaming, just kill me.

Jasper's face flowed into my mind. So kind and sweet. I felt myself shake with sobs as I heard a scream pierce the roaring air around me. I gasped as I learned it was my scream. A loud roar echoed behind me as I tensed. Sam Uley lifted his head from my neck and froze. He seemed to shrink into himself as he gazed at what ever stood behind me.

That's when I knew I would die soon.


The car ride came to a stop by the edge of the forest. Sam quickly jumped out and tore his jacket off. I watched in horror as he cursed loudly.

"What is it?" I asked, concerned. My eyes grew wider as he sniffed the air. In another circumstance, I would have laughed at the visual of Sam sniffing the air. But in this time and place, I couldn't imagine myself ever laughing again.

"The leeches are here," He howled. I gasped, the Cullens. Was he seriously complepating attacking them? I've seen Sam in his wolf form before, but I couldn't help but have a mental image of the huge, burly Emmett Cullen. To me, it seemed Emmett would have Sam dead before I could even blink.

"No! Sam! Please! Don't try to hurt them!" I knew it was selfish, I knew it was wrong, but I still felt concern for the Cullens. I considered them my friends, how could I not? They had helped me get through such tough times. I couldn't just turn my back on them and let Sam try to hurt them.

"I have to, Em. Listen, stay here. Do not get out of the car until I get back. I mean it, Em, don't unlock the doors or get out." I nodded, too shocked to come up with an actual response. He gave me a quick peck on the forehead and then disappeared into the forest. I sighed, life just couldn't stop giving me twists and turns could it? I almost felt like I was on a roller coaster.

Then, the unexpected happened. Someone cam running up behind the car and I almost laughed at the strangeness of it all. I seriously needed a shrink if all this craziness was going to continue. It was all so strange that I didn't even feel concern for Sam. I didn't feel concern for the Cullens, either. Because somehow I knew that this one person running up behind me and sprinting into the woods after Sam would make it all better.

Jasper Hale.


I ran into the forest, not once looking back to the car that contained Emily. She would be fine, I knew she would be. I felt the familiar surge of power as my body transformed, man to wolf. I heard my bones pop, trying to fit into the very distinct anatomy of the wolf. I howled, eager to get on the hunt of the Cullens.

As I ran I heard a sound behind me. It was a soft pounding, like someone following me. I whisked my head around, my eyes vividly scanning the forest wildly. I shook off the feeling of someone following me and continued to run. The wind whipped past me, stirring the scents of the forest into my nostrils. I inhaled deeply, the rich feeling of the forest gave me the ultimate power.

I came to a small clearing and froze. There, in the middle, was Paul lying at the feet of tiny Alice Cullen. He looked sick, maybe even unconscious. I tried to read his thoughts, like the elders had instructed, but all I found was blankness. Darkness. Depth. Emmett Cullen and his sister were discussing on how to get rid of him. I violently resisted the urge to howl and snarl.

I snapped. Right then and there. As I watched Alice Cullen bend down, about to grab Paul's burly body, I snapped. I lurched forward and pounced onto the pixie leech. She gasped as the air pounded out of her small, frail body. I snapped my canines by her head, going in for the kill. Emmett Cullen screamed, too shocked to act appropriately. I felt proud. I was actually going to kill a bloodsucker, something my ancestors hadn't done for decades.

The body underneath me seemed to shake, I took my eyes to her's and nearly doubled back. Pain. Such horrendous pain. Her eyes were wide, staring to the sky, as I knew she was thinking of her mate. I snapped me teeth violently again as I gasped. Was I really too much of a softie to not kill this monster? I had this rare opportunity in my hands, and here I was, debating on whether I kill or not. As I made up my mind and my snout went forward to snatch the flawless head of Alice Cullen, someone sprinted up behind me. He roared, almost too loudly for me not to visibly flinch.

Alice Cullen started sobbing, hysterically, under my heavy body. She let out a mangled cry as she tried to wiggle out of my vicious hold. I snarled at her as she sobbed and lifted my head. My eyes widened as I took in the figure before me. Oh God, I was in deep now. I had heard the stories from the elders on vampires and mating. I knew that when one's mate was in trouble, their reaction was like a storm. Powerful, violent, fatal, angry, and out of control. Vampire mates were almost as close as imprints. I felt myself shrink back, into a crouching position.

My eyes scanned over the leech in front of me. He was angry, that much was noticeable. His stance had the essence of power and unconstrained agony. His bottomless black eyes with golden flecks flickered between tiny Alice and me as a ear-splitting growl echoed around me. I flinched, this couldn't be happening.

There, in front of me, standing in all his glory was Jasper Hale.