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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.

16. Three's The Magic Number Part Three

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March 21st, 2003

Everything passed slowly. Everything. One minute I was holding a squirming Alice in my arms, another I was running in hopes of saving a life. And between it all I found myself wondering how could a life crumble within seconds? How could Emily Young stand there, full of life and vigor, and in the next possibly be laying there dead with a torn out throat?

Have you ever had something in your life that was so horrific that you just blanked? You just froze, not knowing what the hell to do? And then, when it was all over and done with, you found yourself crumbling down because you had no clue what to do now? Because right now was that moment. I was frozen in fear, frozen in shock, and to tell the truth, I was half frozen in repulsion.

I don't think I had ever been in such control of my senses, of my instincts. Hell, I would have been joining Jasper in the hunt, but something kept me back. Whether it was the evident pain in Sam Uley's eyes, the terrorized screams of Alice, the shock and horror of what was to come of Emily Young, the wild look on Jasper's face, or my own fear, I would never know. Just something held me back.

I could smell the blood. I could hear the blood. I could see the blood. I could feel the blood. I could imagine the taste of the blood. Yet, I resisted.

And then, without a second thought of whether I could keep up this reluctance, I charged. My body connected with Jasper's with the sound of thunder crashing down through the heavens. I could have imagined it, but it even felt like the ground shook. Jasper roared, deafeningly loud, and directly in my ear. I shoved him and held him in a dead-lock, prepared to fight him if I needed to.

I would keep Emily Young safe.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Alice shove herself forward and attend to Emily. I felt myself gulp, the venom washed swiftly down, as I thought that if Jasper bit her, she'd be one of us. I glanced quickly towards Sam Uley and from the agony present in his eyes, I knew he knew, too.

Jasper squirmed, his teeth snapping just a bare 2 inches from my own neck. I hiostened my grip around his torso and half carried, half dragged his struggling form away from the clearing. The scent of Emily's blood obviously wasn't helping him regain his control.

Finally, when we were out of range, I loosened my grip on him somewhat. He had stopped struggling, and now he was breathing in ragged, short breaths. Panting. His eyes were wild, too out of control, and dark. Thankfully, they weren't red. There was no touch of crimson to his dilated pupils at all. They were just full of emptiness and a dark, hellish pit.

"Oh, God. What have I done?" He mumbled to himself as he went limp in my arms. I sighed, he was in control now. His head slumped forward and he held it in his hands. I put my large hand on his shoulder and he looked up, his eyes slowly turning back to ocher.

"You almost killed Emily Young," I murmured as I sat down next to him on the grass. He swallowed and looked ahead, regret coloring his face.

"And Sam Uley?" Disgust saturated his tone as his dark topaz eyes traveled over the landscape in front of us.

"He'll be alright, even though you were close to killing him, too." I watched as his eyes shut tightly as he rubbed his temples. His lips moved soundlessly and I had to lean closely to catch them, even with my vampire hearing.

"And Alice?" His body shook slightly, fearing she had somehow been murdered in the crossfire. I gulped, even though the news was good my throat still constricted.

"Fine, Jasper. She's fine. She's patching up Sam and Emily as we speak." Jasper's head whipped up, faster than I thought possible, and his eyes stared incredulously into mine.

"Do you mean to tell me you left her there with not one, but two werewolves?" His top lips curled into a snarl and I realized the situation. Shit, I hadn't even thought of that.

I nodded hesitantly and he cursed a string of profanities. He swiftly stood up and brushed the dirt off of his clothes.

"I can not believe you! Do you know how dangerous that is? We have to get back!" His angry growls echoed around the area and I opened my mouth, about to shoot some comment back, but I couldn't really come up with one. For the first time, I noticed I was drained. Not physically, but mentally.

"You better not start a war, Jasper," I grunted as I followed him back.


After Emmett and Jasper had left the clearing, I scooted closer to the shocked Emily. Her eyes were hectic, frenzied and wild, and I instantly felt bad for her. She had seen us at our worst, and I was surprised she was still mentally healthy.

"Hey, you ok?" I asked as I brushed her silky hair down. She flinched from my touch and gave me an accusing glare. I found myself frozen in her icy look.

"Don't touch me. I'm fine." She spat out as she stood up, limping a bit on her right leg. I sniffed the air slightly, there was no bleeding anywhere except for her face from the cuts already there. I took a deep breath of unneeded air in relief.

"Please, Emily, let me help you," I plead from my position on the ground. I heard a grunt come from beside me and out of my eye I saw Sam struggle to stand up. He had a bloody gash on his snout and his left leg kept giving out.

"No, please, Alice, just leave me the hell alone," She whispered desperately as she crouched next to Sam. She rubbed his back and he sighed, pain showing in his eyes. I leaned closer, hoping to earn her trust back.

"Sam, you need to phase back." She whispered in his furry ear. I watched, thoughtfully, from my position two feet away. They had a strong connection, that was evident.

"What will you do about that one?" I nodded towards the unconscious body of Paul, the most recent addition to the Pack. Emily huffed as she eyed the two injured werewolves.

"I don't know." Her head shook dejectedly and I heard a grumble. My head whipped back to Paul as he started to stir. His eyes blinked rapidly and then landed on me. He snarled, his vicious mouth opening and showing his canines.

The next thing I knew, Sam Uley was in human form and leaning next to the giant wolf. My brow furrowed, he really did phase fast. I heard a slight rustle in the trees behind me and looked back there. I could barely make out the silhouettes of Emmett and Jasper as they watched from in the trees.

"Hold on," I mouthed to them. I thought I saw Jasper nod once, but I couldn't have been sure.

"Paul, you need to phase back, man. Trust me, it's for the better. I know you're in pain right now, but it's better for you to heal in human form. Just relax," Sam's soothing voice murmured softly to Paul. Emily turned her back respectfully as she waited for the youngest werewolf to phase.

I looked towards the sky, wondering what the consequences of today would be. I was scared it would mean war. I didn't want a war, even though these dogs were my enemy. I couldn't explain why, but I think it had something to do with Emily and Sam. If there was a war, Sam would die. And then who would Emily have?

"Argh, I feel like shit man. Positive shit," Paul's gruff voice brought my eyes back to the scene. He looked at me, a growl ripping out of his chest. I stepped back, crouching into a battle position. I listened as Jasper did the same behind me.

"No, come on guys, don't fight. Paul, just calm down, kay? Let's just get out of here," Emily begged as she grabbed onto Sam's large hand and tugged. Paul squinted at me before following Emily into the forest. Before they were completely swallowed by the gloom, Sam looked directly at me, Jasper, and Emmett.

"This isn't over, leeches."


The walk through the forest and to the car was silent. Almost too silent. I still couldn't believe what I had just walked into. I still couldn't believe Jasper Hale had just almost killed me with his striking looks and his deep, topaz eyes.

Over all, I just couldn't believe any of it.

My mind was so scattered, I found myself thinking the same thing over and not even noticing it. I didn't even notice reaching the car, getting in the passenger seat, and then Sam driving. And I still didn't even notice when Paul started talking.

"What. The. Hell. Dude, you gotta hell of a lot to explain," He demanded from the backseat. I briefly heard Sam sigh from beside me and then I felt his incredibly hot hand on my arm. He leaned over close to me and I heard Paul groan and mutter something about us being love sick.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked, his warm breath dazing me momentarily.

"Yea. Fine. You?" I blinked rapidly, ignoring Paul's grumbles from behind me. Sam narrowed his eyes and leaned back, his eyes back on the road.

"I guess I'm alright." He sighed, a deep and tired sigh. It was funny how just after being with someone for less than a month, I understood him so well. I understood his facial expressions, his actions, his personality. There wasn't one thing he could possibly do that would have me wondering why or what he just did.

"Care to explain now that you too are all damn straight on each other's physical health?" Paul growled from the backseat. I slumped down and rested my forehead against the window. I knew what came next, the lecture on you're a werewolf and they're vampires. Vampire. The word stung on my mouth. I had never really understood the complexity and the difference of the Cullens, but now that I had seen Jasper like that, I got it. It was still hard to think of someone like Emmett behaving so menacingly. Or Alice, with her innocent look and her ballerina posture.

So when Sam started the long speech on what Paul was, I tuned it out. I was tired, so tired, and not just physically. I was mentally tired, too. Casey's death had drained me, more than I had originally thought, and those recent events had frightened me.

I felt guilty for the way I had treated Alice. I had acted like she was a leper or something when it wasn't her fault that she was what she was. She didn't deserve to be some beast that fed off of living things, she didn't deserve for me to act like she was some infected freak rejected by all people. I remembered the other Cullens, or at least the ones I had grown to know. Emmett, Edward, and Alice. Hell, I had even grown accustomed to Carlisle and Esme when I was in the hospital.

They were one of the sweetest families I had ever met. And they were vampires.

Did seeing Jasper in that way really change how I saw them? I had to admit, I would be much more cautious around them, but did I ever want to see them again? Emmett's goofy smile flashed behind my eyes and I instantly knew the answer: Yes. Yes, I did.

I couldn't just throw them away. Friends didn't do that. I flinched as Sam hit a bump in the road and my head collided roughly with the window pane. He was still explaining to the eager Paul behind him, and I knew we still had roughly an hour's drive back. I sighed and moved to get comfortable.

I settled for listening to Sam's voice, rough and husky, yet smooth. It was his soothing voice that swept me into an uneasy sleep.


No. Freaking. Way.

I was a werewolf.

A werewolf, you know? The furry dogs that run around in myths during the full moon and massacre the whole town. Oh, well, no excuse me, we didn't 'phase' during a full moon. We 'phased' when we were angry. I had to snort at that, what lame ass idea was that? The full moon theory was so much more interesting.

And then, the Cullens were vampires. Now that was one thing I almost couldn't believe. But get this, they don't have fangs. What the hell is with twisting children's myths and creating them into crappy new ones? Instead of fangs, they had these razor sharp teeth. Real scary, huh?

I wasn't an expert on the whole 'werewolf' thing, but I now had a pretty clear idea of what was going on. I just had to keep my temper under control, easy enough, right? That's what I thought. Until I almost phased in Sam's car because he hit a pot hole.

The car ride passed quickly, Sam informing me all about my new body and metabolism. I had to admit, it was really interesting with the whole ancestors thing. I couldn't wait for the next tribal meeting.

And, I mean, I really had never been a huge fan of Sam. Alright, well truthfully? I had always hated the punk. But now I wasn't so sure. He had obviously had trouble with the whole werewolf thing, and now I found myself sympathizing with him. I mean, I would never fully approve of him and Emily together, but at least now I knew the full truth.

When we pulled up to Emily's house to drop her off, I had to do a double take at who I saw sitting at her front porch. Oh, shit, no. The figure stood brusquely up and glared at us through the window. I heard Sam gulp nervously in the front seat.

"Em, wake up. We're home," He whispered lovingly in her ear. I looked politely away and saw the man walking towards us, glaring at me specifically. I shrugged, trying to ease the tension.

"Hmph. I'm tired," Emily mumbled as she leaned back in the seat. I chuckled at that, we were all tired. She was considerably the lucky one; she got to get some sleep.

"I know, Em, I know. But we're home and unless you want me to carry you," He suggested as Emily yawned and stretched.

"No, no. I'm up. Wait - oh no. What's he doing here?" I followed her trail of sight and looked at the man outside of the car.


We seriously had some explaining to do.


I snapped. I couldn't help it. I just snapped. When my eyes fell on Paul, Sam, and Emily all in the same car and looking like complete friends I snapped. It felt like a rubber band had finally broke and let loose all this pent of tension and anger.

And I lost it even more when I got a closer look at Emily and saw all the cuts on her face.

"What the hell happened?" I roared as they stepped out. Sam looked at me thoughtfully, and I hated it. I hated his little curious glances, his own little lost world. I hated him, too. He was some jerk who wasted girls' times with temporary interests and dazzlements.

"Calm down, Jared. Just calm down," Emily soothed as I felt myself shaking. I was so angry, my whole body shook in tremors. Paul looked at me with a shocked expression and I took him out as my next victim of outrage.

"And you! You sick bastard! You buried your sister today and instead of mourning, you run out at the funeral to skip it with these people!" I yelled and anger flashed violently through Paul's narrowed eyes. He started shaking, tremoring murderously.

"Don't talk to me like that, Jared. I didn't ditch it like that. You don't know what the hell you're talking about!" He roared, equally as pissed as I was. Sam was glancing nervously between us and then I broke my rage on him.

"Just stop! Stop it with all these looks! These glances and sick pretty boy looks!" His eyes focused on me and I couldn't stop shaking. Truth be told, it felt good. It felt relieving and soothing to let all this anger and feelings let loose.

"Emily, get in the house, please," Sam ordered in a calm voice. I wanted to swipe that smooth face off of his head. I hated how he ordered her to do something. I hated how he treated everyone else. I hated how he stole people from lesser of him. He has stolen Leah from all of us, he had stolen Emily, he had stolen Paul.

Without even looking at me, Emily pushed by me and ran up to the house. And I hated her then for obeying him.

"Listen man, cool it. You need to calm yourself down." Paul demanded, his own fists clenched and shaking.

"You're a cheat, man. A rotten, lying, cheat. Get out of my way!" I screamed as I pushed Paul roughly. He glared at me and I suddenly noticed just how big he had gotten. It was like he had sprouted overnight. And he was strong, too. He didn't even flinch when I shoved him.

"I said to cool it!" He snarled as his form starting popping. I watched curiously as Paul seemed to transform into something totally inhuman and wild. Sam groaned and smacked his forehead, and then was when I felt it the most. The anger, the heat, the desire to be something completely different.

And then I was something totally inhuman and wild, too.