Text Size Large SizeMedium SizeSmall Size    Color Scheme Black SchemeWhite SchemeGrey SchemePaper Scheme        

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.

2. The Meeting

Rating 5/5   Word Count 2665   Review this Chapter

July 15th, 1993

"Daddy! We need to go now!" I yelled up to Daddy, who was probably upstairs somewhere with Mommy. They always took so long when I needed to get somewhere. And right now, I definitely needed to be somewhere. My best friend in the whole wide world was waiting for me, and they were busy upstairs doing something totally useless like gathering laundry. Leah, obviously my best friend in the whole wide world, was supposed to be meeting me at the beach soon, and I couldn't afford to be late. We were planning on swimming, walking in the woods, build sand castles, and maybe even fishing with her dad. Life was perfect.

I stood waiting for my Daddy in the kitchen, with my black pigtails bouncing, my pink sunglasses pushed up to the crown of my head, my cherry lipstick put on badly, my pink and yellow daisy bikini on, and my bright green flip-flops secured neatly on my feet. What got me even more annoyed was when my Daddy came into the kitchen with the cars keys and saw me standing in the doorway with my hands on my hips, and my foot tapping nervously. He immediately burst out laughing.

"Oh, Maria! You need to see this!" He called out to my Mommy. I just scowled in return which made him start howling in laughter. I picked up my orange beach bag with the Disney Princess towel tucked inside and marched my way to the garage. I slammed the door shut, jumped inside the Impala, and waited with a humongous pout on my lips. This was so unfair. By the time Daddy came outside, while trying to suppress a chuckle I might add, I was sure I was so late that Leah had probably gone home. It was all his fault. He jumped in the driver's seat and looked back in to rearview mirror.

"Em, you know I'm sorry. It's just that you're so adorable. Really. I wasn't making fun of you." He gave me the pout as he drove back down the driveway. I was too mad to respond. He just sighed in defeat. "Oh, alright. I understand. Fine, I guess I'll just take you back home now and tell Leah that you can't come. No one wants to go swimming with a sour puss, you know."

"Noooo! Don't do that! She's waiting! Daddy! Please. I'm fine, really! Completely fine! I even forgive you! Promise!" He couldn't take me back! That was just too unfair! First he makes me wait, then he laughs at me, and now he's taking me back? He started chuckling, and kept driving. A seven year-old doesn't really know directions, so I couldn't tell if he had turned around. I almost felt like leaping for joy when he stopped in front of the walkway for First Beach. "Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I love you, Daddy. I'll be fine, don't worry about me! Uncle Harry will be there! He'll drive me home!" I jumped up and kissed him on the cheek, which left a bright red kiss mark on his face, and jumped out of the car. I looked back to wave to see him beaming and reversing the car, so he could turn around and go home. I turned back and saw three men down the beach and a girl about my size running in the waves. I could tell at once that it was Uncle Harry, Mr. Swan, and Mr. Black. I started at a sprint down the beach, and when I finally came to the three men, I was completely out of breath and sweat was dripping down my spine.

"Hello, Emily. Where's your Dad? I needed to talk to him." Uncle Harry was always so nice. He was undoubtedly my favorite uncle. Mr. Swan and Mr. Black merely paused the conversation and waved to me while I waved back.

"Oh, Uncle Harry, I haven't seen you in so long! Daddy already left, though. I was worried I would never get here! He's so slow!" I knew Uncle Harry would understand, so I chose to vent on him. Plus, I know he would say something to Daddy about his slowness.

"That's alright, Em. It's good to see you too, kiddo." He winked and gave me a bear hug. I gently set my beach bag down on the sand when a thought hit me. What if someone stole it? I know, I know, it sounds stupid, but you could never trust those older La Push boys. They were meanies.

"You, know, Emily. We could watch your bag for you and make sure no one takes it," Mr. Swan said, as he took in my worried glance towards my stuff. He was pretty nice too, younger then the rest of the men, but still nice all the same. I think just recently his wife had given birth to a little girl. I love babies. They're so adorable. Leah had recently gotten a new baby brother, and I loved to hold him. They were so sweet! Maybe even Mr. Swan would let me hold his baby girl.

"Really? Good, I was worried of those La Push boys. They steal everything they can get their hands on." Mr. Swan just chuckled at that and went back to his conversation with Mr. Black. I looked down to Leah who was splashing in the waves and decided it was too hot to just stand here and converse with a group of men. "I'm going to go down to Leah. Talk to you guys later!" I pulled my flip-flops off and ran down to the waves, not noticing the three men yelling their goodbye's, have fun's, and be careful's.

"Emily! You came! I didn't think you'd ever come!" Leah was knee-deep in the murky water, and her neon blue bikini looked so cool against here russet skin. Her silky black hair was pulled into two braids that slid down her back, and she had bright grape lipstick on her lips. Fruit lipsticks were in these days. Not waiting for my reply, she jumped into the water. I slowly walked into the water, but stopped when it reached my ankle. It was freezing! How could Leah stand it in there?

"You coming, scaredy cat? Or are ya just gonna stand there looking like an idiot?" She called from way out.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Sheesh. It's freezing, Leah. How can ya stand it?"

"Oh, please, Em. It's nice out here. Ya have to get in a spot where the sun shines on it. It's warm here!"

"Why couldn't there be a warm spot along the coast," I mumbled too low for her to here. She was right though, I must look like an idiot. I had my mind set, and I wasn't going to go back on my word. I jumped in, not prepared, and sunk lightly to the bottom. It was cold at first, but after you go through the freezing temperature, it was nice. My pigtails swished around my head as I whipped around looking for Leah, and I could feel the tingle of the coldness all over my skin. I felt the water turn and I saw two feet with neon purple and green toenails. I grabbed them hard and dragged Leah down. I floated up and waited for Leah to reappear. When she didn't, I grew worried. Where did she go? After a few seconds I felt two hands grab my waist. Oh no, she didn't!

"Leah! No!" I screamed in a desperate order to get her to stop. When I finally came up from being dragged to the bottom, a splashing fight broke out.


The three men sat in old rickety beach chairs in a semi-circle drinking Coke and sharing fishing stories. One man was in his late twenties. He was a kind man, with laugh lines already forming on his face. The second had deep russet skin, and even though his face was set in a smile, his eyes were troubled. His wife was sick, and he had three children. He knew he would not be able to take care of them alone. The last man was the happiest, and youngest. What was there not to love? He had a wonderful wife, with a newborn baby girl. Not to mention the job he had just gotten. He was now a deputy. Deputy of Forks. He loved being able to say that day to day. Though their conversations were joyous, there was a deep turmoil in their minds. The others. The first man, Harry, decided to just bring it up. He needed to, in order to put his mind at rest.

"So. Any of you guys hear any news about the leeches?" He ventured. He knew these were shaky waters, as he waited for a responses. The "leeches", as he called them, had left many years ago, but they still talked about them, to put their worries at rest. There was simply too much to lose now, he thought as he looked upon the ocean to see his joyous daughter splashing around with his niece Emily. He really did love Em, just like his own daughter.

"No, nothing. I hope to God they aren't coming back, though. They should just go to hell, like they deserve. They're the offspring of the devil, I tell you." Billy Black, the second man, spit out bitterly. He hated those leeches, more then anything. More than those ugly socks his grandmother had given him when he was 13, or stupid Black Friday when his wife and two daughters ran out at insane hours to hunt good sales. He even hated them more then the disease that was slowly draining the life out of his Sarah.

"I don't know why you guys believe such ridiculous myths. I for one don't believe it at all. It's insane. Like there are actual vampires. Yea, right, and where'd they even go? You said they were here, what, like 60 years ago? And how would you know, anyhow. I'd be surprised if your parents remembered these mysterious "Cullen's" you talk about."

Now, you have to understand, Charlie didn't believe in the mythical or fantastical world. Not only did he not believe, but he didn't want no part of it. If there were vampires and ghosties and beasties, he didn't want to be involved. No way, no how. Billy just grunted in return.

"If you had seen what we have seen, Charlie, you would sure as hell believe." Harry shot back. He was tired of Charlie's unwillingness to believe. He just can't understand why someone would not believe their own friends. Especially about something this important. All was silent after that. They all had their own worries and lives to think about. Harry had his new son to think of, his wife, Sue, Leah, and even still, the Cullen's kept nagging at the back of his mind. Their strange alien gold eyes, their inhuman beauty, their gracefulness, and even more so, their strength. Their strength is what scared him the most.


After growing tired, the two friends sat along the rocks down the beach from their guardians for the day. They talked about anything and everything. The boring weather, their incredulous dads, the new school year approaching, though it was just simple first grade, and they even talked about the strange conversation they had overheard the men talking about. They giggled and laughed as they remembered how they had walked out of the ocean and slipped behind the men and they didn't even notice! It wasn't the easiness of the scheme that had bothered them, though that certainly was since they had yet gotten past their dads without them noticing. It was their conversations that bothered them. Who were these Cullen's? What was so bad about them?

"Maybe they were spies from the government! Possibly, they were aliens from Mars!" The two girls would shout out, trying to explain to themselves who they were. Hopefully, one day they would meet these Cullen's and find out what was so horrible about them.


I walked in the woods, all alone. It was getting late out, but my parents would know where I was. Hiking came almost second nature to me, I knew all the forest paths and trails. The green leaves brushed my bare chest, and the twigs on the forest floor broke under my feet. This was my home, with the chirps of little birds, and the animals watching me curiously as I glided past. I slowly came to the end of the woods, where I could see First Beach. I racked my eyes along the coast and came across three men sitting further down, and straight ahead I saw two young girls sitting on the rocks. They seemed my age so I decided to talk to them. I slowly approached them, and being the boy I am, decided to scare the wits out of them.

"ARGHHHH!" I roared and my ego was boosted when the two girls shrieked in fright and jumped from the rocks.

"Don't hurt us! Don't hurt us!" They chanted while cowering close together and wanting to get away. I burst out laughing. Girls were hilarious. Always thinking that there were monsters out to get them. When they noticed I was laughing, they peeked their heads over the rocks. One girl had two long braids and bright purple lips. Ew. That was just gross. The second had two pigtails on both sides of her head and bright red lips. What was with it with these girls?

"Hey! Who are you!? What are you doing on our beach?" The girl with the bright purple lips asked. Hah, they thought it was their beach? Yea, right, and I come here almost every day.

"Your beach? Your beach? Yea, sure." Ridiculous.

"You never answered our questions, smartie! Who are you, and what are you doing here?" The other girl yelled out, while visibly shaking with anger.

"Hey, hey! Calm down! I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours." I had never seen these strange girls before, and I had to admit, I was curious about them.



Good, they agreed. If they hadn't I was just planning on turning right around and marching back into the woods.

"My name is Sam Uley. I'm here because I was hiking through the woods when I saw you girls sitting on those rocks. I didn't recognize you, so I decided to find out who you were." I decided to lie, since I knew if I told them I came up to them to scare them to death they would probably start screaming and then those men would come over. I didn't need any of that.

"Oh. Hello, Sam. My name is Emily Young. I'm just here with my cousin." The girl with the red lipstick said shyly while trying to bat her eyelashes. Great, she liked me. Just what I needed right now. I know I'm only 7 and all, but really! Couldn't I just go through one week without one of the local girls trying to get my attention? I simply nodded my head, not impressed at all, and turned to look at the other girl. Her chin was pointed out and here face was in a scowl.

"Well, Sam, my name is Leah Clearwater, and if you don't mind, we have to go. Now." She stressed through clenched teeth as she grasped Emily's elbow and half dragged, half pulled, Emily down the beach. Girls. They're so strange.