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. Twenty-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.
15. Three's The Magic Number Part Two
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March 21st, 2003
Jasper roared as his black eyes took in the limp form of Alice. He charged forward, like a tornado let loose. I knew vampires were fast, like bolts of lightning, but I had no clue they were this fast. It was terrifying, it was worrying, it was powerful. His marble body hit mine and I rolled off of the pixie leech. It felt like I was detached, like I wasn't really watching all of this as it actually happening.
His body pinned me down on the muddy ground as his teeth snapped around my neck. I yelped, wondering if my life was over. I had been so incredibly naive for thinking I could take two bloodsuckers at the same time, and now that there were three, I knew it was over.
My glazed eyes watched as the bulky one, Emmett, grabbed Alice as she watched, horrified, from the ground not only two feet from my lolling head. The punches and blows wouldn't let up from the roaring Jasper Hale. I should have known better, I chastised myself, I should have known one young, immature werewolf wouldn't be able to take on two full-sized vampires.
Even though I was instantly healing from all the wounds almost as soon as they hit, I knew my body couldn't keep it up. Jasper was injuring me faster than my body could heal itself, and I could feel unconsciousness taking over my sodden mind. Through the blurriness and darkness of it all, I could picture my Emily. Everything about her was perfect, even the forbidden scars I had so regretfully given her.
I just hoped after I had died at the hands of a leech, she could find it somewhere in her gracious heart to move on.
Alice Cullen wriggled out of Emmett's grasp, trying to reach her royally pissed off mate. I felt my head jerk this way and that as his fist connected with my head multiple times. Somehow, through it all, I felt no pain. I had to stop and wonder, was this how it was to die? In the end, did you feel no pain? Did you only feel endless oblivion and a sliver of bliss? Would God be so kind as to numb my bleeding heart as it was wretched out by the icy hands of my enemy?
Jasper continued to snarl, viciously, and I soon gave up hope. I stopped my snarling and yipping. I stopped my jerking limbs. I stopped trying. There was no way to go on, and I was in such despair that not even the fresh image of Emily's beautiful face could make me go on.
"Sam?" A small gasp came from behind me. Oh dear God, this couldn't be happening.
I slumped down in the passenger's seat and let my already bruised forehead hit the glove compartment. I groaned as the hard plastic connected with my swollen goose bump. My eyes flashed over to the digital clock on the radio. 5:30, it read; Sam was supposed to be back 15 minutes ago.
I looked out the window, towards the growing black forest. My squinted eyes tried to make out any shape or form, but all I could see was darkness. A deep sigh escaped my chapped lips. Jasper had run in there a long time ago, and I had to wonder if his presence had even helped at all.
At first I thought he could help, with his calming powers and all, but now I wasn't so sure. His fierce expression had created a shiver up my spine, and his bottomless wild eyes hadn't helped at all.
I restlessly turned the dial of the radio and tried to lull myself into some sort of peacefulness as the slow, rhythmic beats thumped out of the speakers. A ground-shaking snarl echoed suddenly and my head snapped up. It was so loud and vicious I had heard it through the glass windows of the car, and through the loud music blasting from the radio. I gulped, if someone snarled it couldn't be good, right? A snarl usually meant something bad.
Damn, I had to do something, I just didn't know what a human could do when put up against werewolves and vampires. They were the definition of immortal, and me? Not so much. I was weak, I was human, I was pathetic. I sighed, again, was there nothing I could do?
My mind hurried to a snap decision and I yanked the metal door open and hopped out. As I did, another inhuman growl echoed around the vicinity. I gasped, no, it couldn't be. It was impossible. I suddenly remembered the one time I had heard these growls, and the memory was fresh in my mind. It was one I would never forget: There were noises coming from up ahead. Growls. Snarls. Roaring. What the hell was going on? The same growls had been heard all those months ago in the forest, when I had first met Emmett.
Oh, my God. There had been a fight and I had been that close to it.
Another ear-splitting crash brought me back to reality. I couldn't just stand here and listen while someone I potentially loved could get hurt. Without a second thought, I ran into the thick forest, desperate to get to Sam and whoever else was in here.
The sharp branches scratched my cheeks and I pushed my way through the dense thicket. I tripped, a lot, but I had to keep going. I wiped the crimson blood hastily from my face with the back of my sleeve. My feet pounded the damn earth as I ran over it. I was depending on my sense of hearing completely, and from the way it sounded from the growls, I just had to keep going straight.
I looked down and my heavy breathing hitched when I saw a giant wolf print in the ground, just under where I was running. I was so close, so damn close, and I just needed one extra push.
The growling was growing closer, and I shoved my feet harder and faster than ever before. I felt the straining of my unused muscles scream in absolute agony and protest.
I finally stumbled through into a small clearing and gasped. The scene was so horrific, so terrifying. There, right in front of me, was a wolf I had never seen before in my life, looking unconscious on the ground. Alice Cullen was screaming and wriggling out of Emmett's tight grasp on her as she kicked and punched his monstrous arms. He grunted once and awhile, not quite sure what to do with the wild ball of fury in his arms.
And then there was Sam and Jasper.
A blonde man, who I knew was Jasper, was attacking Sam unjustly and cruelly. His fists plummeted Sam's bloody head multiple times as his eyes started to roll back in his head. He didn't even flinch as the unrecognizable blonde blur kicked, bit, and punched him as much as he possibly could. So this was the true nature of the Cullens.
I couldn't escape the soft gasp that left my clammy lips. If I had any clue that my voice would cause such chaos, I wouldn't have said anything. But on impulse, my lips formed to make one single word.
My head snapped up at the sound of the voice. All activity seemed to cease as the presence of Emily Young made its way into the clearing. I tried to struggle out of Emmett's iron grasp, but he held me too tightly. My eyes flickered to Jasper, who seemed to be struggling on whether to continue the killing of Sam Uley, or to stop because of how indecent it would be to kill someone's lover in front of them.
And then it all let loose.
A small, thin trickle of luscious blood dribbled down from a wound on Emily's cheek. I felt Emmett stiffen, as I did, and I looked up. Emmett's eyes were drawn to the line of blood flowing as his pupils automatically dilated. He blinked and shook his head repeatedly, trying to break the daze. I cut off my breathing, desperate to not attack the poor, bleeding girl in front of me.
But then a thought hit me: Jasper.
My onyx eyes flashed to his tense body and I watched, horrified, as he curled in on himself, getting into the pose of the hunter. I screamed his name, praying to God Emmett would do something. I felt like sobbing when Jasper wouldn't even look my way.
His usually topaz and beautiful eyes were swallowed by darkness as he watched the blood hungrily. His angled features twisted into a mask of evil and ferocity. No, no, no! Emily was staring, oblivious, at Sam's limp form. Sam's wide, brown eyes were flickering between Jasper and Emily, and I knew he knew what was going on. But he was too weak to do anything.
The next scene seemed to go by so slowly, so devastatingly slow I wanted to scream. Jasper lurked forward, breaking into his true nature, as Sam jerked, willing his body to heal himself so he could save Emily. Emmett was still in a daze from the strong scent of the blood, and I seemed like the only rational one in the vicinity.
Then, Jasper pounced. His body flew lithely through the air, and if I hadn't been so scared for Emily, I would have stared in wonder and awe as his perfect body flew gracefully through the air. Emily's eyes flashed, noticing that Jasper had suddenly moved. Her marred mouth formed the most terrified 'o' as she gasped. The pure sheen of fright in her eyes I would never forget. The unadulterated horror of what was to come as the malicious Jasper pounced on her small form and knocked the air out of her.
I screamed, letting loose of all the air I had pent up inside of me and letting Emily's sweet scent flow into my nostrils. It was tempting, so very tempting, but I couldn't. I had to resist. I jerked in Emmett's arms, wanting more than ever for the fight-loving brother I had.
Emily rolled onto the ground, clearly shaken from the impact, as Jasper jumped on her and bared his teeth. She screamed, a tantalizing fearful scream, as his black eyes met hers. And then Emmett seemed to break from whatever daze her blood had put on him.
Emmett dropped me and I fell to the ground as I watched him charge forward before Jasper could dig his razor-sharp teeth into Emily Young's warm and easily punctured throat.
Would he make it?
- The Meeting
- New Group on the Block Part One
- New Group on the Block Part Two
- A Friend In Need
- Window To Your Soul Part One
- Window To Your Soul Part Two
- Window To Your Soul Part Three
- Betrayed Kisses
- Water Runs Deep
- Full Circle
- Three's The Magic Number Part One
- Three's The Magic Number Part Two
- Three's The Magic Number Part Three
- Wild Eyes
- Fights We Never End
- Forever Goodbye
- Calm Before The Storm
- After All This Time
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