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Fate's Twisted Charm

Summary:
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."


Notes:
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.


18. Fights We Never End

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March 28h, 2003

Life sadly goes on. After a week of grieving for the loss of Casey, everyone slowly came out of the slumps from the death of such a unique girl. Paul was constantly by himself, sulking and gloomy, and the only times he would speak to anyone was when he was with the Pack. He wouldn't even speak to me at school. Jared went on with life, it was obvious he was the most normal around here. He stayed away from activities where he may get angry, and he stayed away from Paul. I felt sympathy for my two best friends, they were both dealing with the same thing but they forced themselves to go through it alone. If you asked me, it made so sense. No sense at all. Sam and I spent our afternoons completing homework in my bedroom where my parents couldn't see us, even though they were both at work until about 6 pm.

After everything blew over from after the funeral, life snapped back into reality with a focus so clear and sharp. I hadn't heard from Leah in weeks, not that I really minded. I knew if I were to communicate with her, it would be full of tears, cursing, and arguments. I couldn't deal with it, especially now. We had all strayed from each other in the amount of a few weeks. Leah secluded to walking the halls of her high school alone, ignoring the pity looks from Sam. Paul resided to his bedroom where he blasted Grunge music to the highest volume and put away the fears of the world. Jared went to school and then went home; a routine life for him so he could ignore hurting someone he loved. He seemed peaceful, yet lonely as his life was abruptly turned upside down. Sam continued his duties of an Alpha; the late night runs around the reservations, the Tribal meetings with the Elders. He had told me of Paul and Jared's first Tribe meeting. He said that him, Paul, and Jared sat at opposite sides of the fire as Jared desperately tried to persuade them to make up. It seemed so silly to me; to hold a grudge like that.

And me? I hung out with Sam every second I possibly could. Of course it was a bit different since we went to different schools, but everyday I could look forward to him picking me up at school and us finishing projects and assignments in my room. Everyday when we finished we'd have a cherished hour or so to make out before my parents would get home and he'd have to climb down from my window.

It seemed like the perfect fairytale. Girl meets boy, boy loves girl, girl loves boy in return. It was bliss while everyone around us was going through their own personal hell.

I still had to find out what to do about the Cullens. I felt horrendous for treating Alice Cullen like I did; like she was some savage animal. In a moment of weakness on Jasper's part I had forgot all the times they had been loyal friends. When I was in the hospital they came everyday. Emmett had always been there to help, to give me rides home on desperate occasions. They had even saved my life when Sam had attacked me. And what did I do in return? I threw it all away and said things I could never take back. The worst part was that Sam forbid me to ever talk to them. He said they were dangerous, horrible creatures who hunted in the night for fresh blood.

I didn't get it. They seemed fine to me.

***

"Please, Sam," I begged for the thousandth time in the past day or so. Just like life went on, so did the fights. I wanted to see the Cullens, Sam did not. They wouldn't hurt me and I knew that. The only time they had ever even showed their true identity was when I had accidentally cut my cheek. It wasn't even their fault. It was mine.

"I said no, Emily. It's just too dangerous." He sighed as he leaned back against the bed post. I looked out the open window, rain clouds were gathering over head as a slight ruffle in the wind blew the curtains lightly. My eyes flickered back to the digital clock where it read 5:13. I had only 47 minutes to win him over and make him see my side of the argument until my parents got home.

"But it's not dangerous! I was there, Sam, I was there with them in this very room for over an hour!" I shrieked, pointing to the chair that Edward Cullen had once sat in while he explained to me what he was, along with his family. Sam's glaring eyes turned towards the chair as he looked at it with disgust. "Emmett kneeled next to me right there, in that very spot! And Alice Cullen? Alice sat right there on the bed in the very same spot you're in right now!" My voice grew higher in octaves as his face grew more outraged.

"They were here! In this house! And you never told me?" He bellowed as he straightened up and lithely leaned from the bed. It was the first time I felt so very small next to him. He was huge, over 6'5", and the muscles on his arms flexed. I gulped and I suddenly felt incredibly insignificant as he stepped closer.

"At the time, you were nowhere to be found," I squeaked, my voice small. He looked at me incredulously before he closed his eyes briefly. I could see the hardly visible quakes his body made as he tried to calm himself down. He rubbed vigorously at his temples.

"Why didn't you tell me, Em? I can't stand the thought of them here." He sounded tired and weak. His shoulders drooped and I instantly wanted to hold him. And then suddenly it caught up to me what he had just said.

"They're just like you or me, Sam! They aren't savages that run around massacring towns! They are capable of human feelings! You talk of them like they're monsters! Like they don't deserve to live, to survive, to be happy! Why can't you understand that possibly they're just as human as you? Because, after all, you really aren't 100% human either! You turn into a dog, Sam, a dog! And what do they do? They drink animal blood, really, is that so horrible? They do what they need to survive, and that's it! We kill animals all the time! Is changing into a wild animal, loose and dangerous, so different from killing for survival!" My scream echoed around the house and I was so appreciative my home was miles away from any others.

My eyes slowly moved upwards towards Sam's face, and then it struck me what I had just said. My arms were still waving around wildly while tears formed in my eyes. Sam looked stunned, with a burst of shock and betrayal shining with a new intensity in his dark eyes. Like I had just physically slapped him.

"If that's what you think," Sam whispered, looking down at his feet. I saw his jaw twitch lightly as his hands fidgeted. Oh God, what had I done?

"I didn't mean that, Sam. I swear, I just," My mumbled whisper broke off into a hoarse murmur as he cut me off.

"No, Emily, you did and that's what matter. You know what, go to them. I don't give a damn. If you really think that, go to them and tell them how much of a leech lover you are. I'll be out late patrolling tonight anyway, so that way when they bring your bloodless corpse over the boundary line I can be a witness," He hissed when he brusquely pushed me aside as he jogged from the room. The image of ripples running down his back was etched on my mind. When I heard a howl coming from my backyard, I sank to my knees while sobs shook me.

I knew what I had to do, and nothing could change my mind.

***

Grunge music. The damn best if you ask me. They can take your guarded feelings away; anger, hurt, loneliness, and replace it with a world entirely on its own full of screaming and sharp instruments. I slammed my Algebra text book shut as I finished the last problem. I wearily laid my head back against the pillow and squeezed my eyes shut. Life was so unfair and disgustingly stingy. I laughed loudly, looks like today's vocab in English had caught up to me.

A loud bang on my closed door made me sit up abruptly. I rolled my eyes as my dad yelled something. I stood up and lazily walked up to the stereo as I turned the music off. The world seemed silent all of a sudden. When no music pounded through the speakers, the world was hushed. I could hear the birds chirping cheerfully outside the window as the waves rustled restlessly right down the beach.

"What is it?" I yelled when my dad banged on the door again. Things were hard around here, my parents were constantly depressed from the loss of their bright, happy child. And while everyone was concerned over how they were dealing with it, no one gave a damn about me.

"There's a friend of your's out here," He yelled back. I sighed as I closed the window tightly and then opened the wooden door. I flinched when it slammed against my wall from my rough pull.

"Which one?" I asked as I looked down upon my father's face. His eyes turned sideways and I followed his glance to where Sam Uley stood in the hallway, looking reserved and calm with a slight sadness to his eyes. His whole form radiated calmness while his face was a mask of serenity. I sighed, his usual shitty self.

"Get him out of here," I whispered loudly to my father as I stepped back in my room and slammed the door shut again. I heard a few muffled words spoken outside the door. I sighed heavily as I turned the stereo back on. The booming music pounded through the speakers once again as I jumped back on the bed.

"Paul! You get out here right now!" My father's outraged scream met my ears. I rubbed my temples as I concentrated on the acoustics of the verse playing.

"I don't want to talk to that bastard right now!" I yelled. I heard a faint chuckle outside and I instantly wanted to rip the door off of its hinges and punch Sam in the face. Hard, too. Enough to do some damage until his werewolf abilities came and healed his disgusting face.

"Well, he's here! Now you better open this damn door up or I-" His voice cut off as I tore the door open and stood there, nostrils flaring and my eyes wide in anger.

"Or you'll what?" I snarled as my father shrank back a bit. It was obvious who was intimidated by who in this family. I rolled my eyes as I concentrated on not killing my own father when the ripples and tremors rolled down my back.

"I - I'll just leave you two alone," My father hoarsely whispered as he backed up down the hallway. Sam watched him curiously and when he was out of sight and down the stairs, he turned back towards me with pity glowing in his eyes. I growled at him, I wanted no pity right now.

"Things not too god at home?" He questioned, one single black eyebrow raised.

"Oh shut up, Sam." I backed up so he could come into my room and when he saw the thrown around clothes and half eaten pizzas still in their boxes littering the floor, he chose the window sill to lean on. Wise choice.

"I need to talk to you," He whispered in a subdued manner. I rolled my eyes, that much was obvious. Under no other circumstances would he be here. I picked ay my fingernails absent mindedly as I lay on the bed, ignoring the rolled up t-shirts and crushed Coke cans.

"Obviously," I huffed as I looked up at him, upside down with my head lolling off the side of the bed. My feet dangled over the other side.

"Please don't start, Paul," He plead. I looked at him in shock, since when did the arrogant Sam Uley get off his high horse and beg from others?

"Alright, what's going on?" I asked as I cocked my head to the side. He looked at me with a guarded expression and I rolled my eyes. "Jeez, Sam. If you're just gonna stand there, you can do it somewhere else. Preferably your own damn house," I grumbled angrily.

"No, no, it's just that, well, Emily and I had a fight today," He whispered as he looked around him and out the window to the gathering storm clouds and the rough waves. Today was similar to the day Casey died. The weather had turned unexpectedly on both occasions.

"Look, man, I ain't no freaking couples counselor. I don't know nothing about being in a relationship, and I can tell you right now, I ain't going to know nothing about it soon. You want help about this kind of stuff? Talk to Leah. I bet she could help," I laughed bitterly as he looked at me with chagrin in his eyes. When a slight tremor tore down his arm I laughed even louder. God, I really knew which buttons to push with him.

"That's not it, Paul. I don't need your help. I wanted to know whether you knew about something since you guys are such friends," He said sarcastically. My mouth instantly snapped shut and I looked at him with narrowed eyes. It was true though, we used to be such good friends. And now what were we? I still regretted speaking to her like that in her kitchen after the funeral, and I still regretted ignoring her. It was just so complicated.

"We're here to talk about you, man, not my troubles," I grunted as I pulled myself into a sitting position. Sam scoffed lightly as he rolled his eyes.

"Look, all I want to know is whether you knew how close she was to the Cullens. That's it. And then I'm out of here and I'll leave you to wallow with your," He quickly glanced down at the stereo and then back at me, "With your Nirvana." I cursed lightly and then looked back at him.

"What do you mean by how close she was with the Cullens?" I suspiciously asked. I looked over to the door to make sure it was shut. When satisfied, I looked back towards Sam.

"I mean, you two were once almost inseparable and if she were close to them, you would now," He clarified. I nodded once before focusing my attention on a bag of stale chips in the corner. "Well?" Sam prodded.

"Well, what?" My head snapped back to him as my eyes strayed to the closet, unable to look him in the eyes.

"Do you or do you not know anything about her and the Cullens? Christ, Paul! Pay attention once and a while!" He hissed as his fist collided with the wall next to the window. Thankfully, it did not crash through the plaster. A wry grin took place on my face as I thought of how I would have had to explain that to my parents.

"Look, man, she spent some time with them. I don't know, it may have just been the bigger dude, what's-his-name. I think he and his brother, the um, the bronze haired one gave her and Leah a ride home once. I'm not sure, though. They may have been to her house, too. In the past few months we haven't been as close as we have in the past. There may have been more times she was with them. And, of course, they came to see her like every day in the hospital," I sighed as I looked down at my hands. It seemed wrong ratting Emily out like this. Sam's feral hiss caught my attention.

"The hospital? When was this?" His eyes burned with a hatred I had never seen before. I flinched back as I thought about the answer. It would upset him, but I really didn't want to get the Alpha pissed. Or did I?

"When you went all Scooby Doo meets abominable snowman on her and wrecked her face. When else was she in the hospital? Anyway, the doctor, er Carlisle? Well, he was there like every day checking her injuries. And the bigger dude was always there. If you ask me, the bigger guy and her seem pretty close. Competition," I joked lightly, wanting to soften the mood as he glared at me while he shook heavily.

"Er...that all you need to know?" I asked hesitantly. He shook his head and then walked lethargically to the closed door. As his hand closed around the knob, he paused.

"Thanks, Paul. I really mean it." His head turned slightly and I could make out his dark, shaded profile from my position on the bed. And then he yanked the door open, stepped out, and then closed it shut.

I sighed heavily before getting up and pushing the ON button located on the side of the stereo. The music started throbbing out of the speakers and I bobbed my head in rhythm.

Grunge music. The damn best if you ask me.

***

"Emmett!" Rosalie shrieked from up the stairs. I looked up to see my glorious wife standing at the top of the stairwell with something red in her clasped hand. I looked at the garment obliviously. I heard Jasper chuckle lightly from behind me.

"What, dear?" I added the 'dear' part for a charming effect as her glittering eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. I gulped lightly and smiled a goofy grin. Edward pounded down the steps looking between me and Rosalie before finally chuckling quietly and shaking his head.

"Good luck, brother," He hissed as he passed me when he reached the bottom of the stairs.

"You did this, didn't you?" She screeched, holding up the red fabric. Esme stuck her head out from the room behind her, her eye brows furrowed in concern as she watched Rosalie shake the red garment precariously over the edge of the railing.

"Did what, Rosie?" I questioned, turning my dubious gaze towards the crimson attire. She gave a blood-curdling scream and hurtled the clothing at me with blinding speed. Alice tip toed behind her and stuck her tongue out at me as I grabbed the red cloth. Alice put her hands on her hips, mimicking Rosalie's stance and looked at me like someone with a horrible attitude would. Oh, wait, she did have a horrible attitude problem.

"What did you do, Emmett?" Alice clucked her tongue and looked at me, humor shining in her wide eyes. I grumbled and held up the fabric.

"I have no clue!" I bellowed. Rosalie hissed and Esme came fully out of the room to join Alice and Rosalie in their Interrogation Emmett project. I sighed and looked towards Jasper and Edward in the family room. Edward shrugged as he turned his attention back to the piano and Jasper mouthed the words "You're on your own." I glared at them, some brothers they were.

"Look at it, Emmett! Open it up and look at it!" Rosalie shrieked, waving her arms around wildly. I looked cautiously towards the cursed clothing I held in my hands and I slowly unraveled it.

"Oh my!" Esme exclaimed as her face took on the look of surprise. I looked up at Rosalie who stood proudly, a smug look on her beautiful face. Alice snorted and rolled her eyes. I looked back down to the garment in confusion. Edward and Jasper roared in laughter and I watched as Jasper fell off of the sofa. Of course all the humorous feelings were effecting him strangely. It was a shirt, that much was obvious. I opened it up and turned it towards me.

The whole chest portion of the shirt was cut out.

"I didn't do this!" I screamed, desperate to make myself look innocent. Esme even let loose a small giggle as she watched the scene unfold.

"Oh, really?" Rosalie spat. I flinched, I hated to see her so angry. Especially when she directed that attitude towards me. Edward shook his head as he laughed while Jasper still lie on the floor, holding his sides with glee.

"Baby, don't be this way," I plead daringly. Alice hissed next to Rosalie as her eyes made the most dramatic eye roll I've ever seen.

"Don't you 'baby' me!" Rosalie shrieked, her voice taking a deep, goofy tone when she said 'baby'. I slumped my shoulders and threw the garment down in surrender as my siblings laughed even harder than before.

"I don't know what you want me to say! I didn't d-" My voice was cut off when the shrill doorbell echoed around the house. Edward looked towards the door curiously as Jasper stood up and backed away into the kitchen, which was furthest from the front door. I raised one eyebrow and Rosalie hissed quietly.

"This isn't over you big buffoon!" My eyes widened and I quickly tossed Edward the red shirt. He looked at it strangely, not knowing what to do with a woman's shirt in his hands. I laughed loudly; my prudish brother could be so clueless.

I jogged to the front door and Alice came to stand behind me. I listened as whoever was on the other side of the door's breathe pick up and heartbeat quicken. A door slammed upstairs and I knew it was Rosalie who did it. My hand grasped onto the door knob and I yanked it open. A rush of air escaped my lips as I saw who was on the other side of the door. Alice giggled excitedly and I instantly grinned.

It was no other than Emily Young.