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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.


20. Calm Before The Storm

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March 28th, 2003

My ear-piercing shriek burst from my lips as who ever was in my house grabbed me and enveloped me in their arms. I wriggled out of the grasp as thunder roared overhead. There were so many questions racing through my mind that I didn't have time to think anything through. As another scream tore out, a warm hand covered my mouth. I bit down on the hand but nothing seemed to happen.

"Emily! It's me!" A deep voice whispered right by my ear. I yelped as the warm hand slowly moved from my mouth. A low, alarmed gasp echoed from my mouth as recognition crept up.

"Sam? Jesus, you scared me! What the hell are you doing in my house, with the power off, lurking in the shadows?!" I cried as I wriggled myself from his grasp. I heard a weary sigh as I walked calmly over to the kitchen cabinet for matches as another peal of thunder boomed overhead. There was a pause as I opened the cabinet and reached in. I drew my hand back with matches and a candle.

"Emily, where were you?" Sam's desperate whisper reached my ears. I stiffened as I stood over the candle and lit the match, the flame embracing the small kitchen with a fiery light. I could just make out Sam's silhouette against the back wall, farthest away from the glowing sparks.

"Why don't you answer my question first, Sam?" I snapped back as I lit the candle, the wick glowing brightly as it lit up the room. My eyes flashed to the window as a bolt of lightning lit up the dark skies outside. I went over to a second candle we had along the wall next to the refrigerator.

"I...well, I wanted to see you," Sam whispered as I angrily stalked over to the other candle and lit it. The room was illuminated softly in dark orange hues. I looked at my watch and sighed.

"My parents will be home soon." I stood on the tips of my toes so I could reach the flashlight that was stored on top of the refrigerator, but I couldn't reach it. All of a sudden, a russet hand reached over mine, grabbed the flashlight, and handed it to me. A light blush crept up my face and neck as I shyly took it from him.

"Thank you," I whispered, barely audible. A low grunt came from the man beside me.

"You're welcome," He responded, "but I'm not leaving, not yet," He hastily added. I rubbed at my temples vigorously, trying to figure out what to say. I was drawing up an inconvenient blank.

"Sam, why are you here?" I wondered aloud. He eyed me cautiously as he leaned against the counter. I stared at him, my eyes wide and lips set into a disapproving scowl. He crossed his arms over his chest as he stared evenly back. I raised one eyebrow in question.

"Because, Emily, I wanted to tell you that I was," He paused for half a second, "Sorry," He whispered, his eyes flickered to the ground for a second before he looked back up, his dark eyes intense and pitch black. I stuttered, slightly shocked. This wasn't what I had been expecting.

"Sorry? Sorry. Why, Sam?" I questioned as I rotated the flashlight over in my hands. The cold metal was strangely comforting to me. I kept rolling it to keep myself busy. I watched as his eyebrows crumpled like he was trying to figure out a complicated math equation. He looked stumped.

"Erm, Em, isn't it a bit obvious?" He inclined as he looked at me, his dark eyes shining beneath his heavy lashes. I wriggled under his haunting gaze and firmly planted the flashlight on the countertop.

"No, Sam. Please, tell me, why are you sorry?" I said exasperatedly and threw my hands up in the air. He eyes grew wide and he crossed the distance between us in three long strides. He was suddenly in front of me, a dark shadow in my vision. His large, warm hands found mine and they encased mine in a heated envelope. I strained my head back to look him in the eyes and he looked down at me.

"Em, I'm sorry because I didn't understand. I didn't know how," He paused as he searched for the right words. "how, how close you were to...them." He stated as he rubbed his thumbs over my hands in soothing patterns. "It wasn't in my head that you knew them as well as you did until about an hour ago. And, if you want to communicate with them, I guess, well, I guess it's ok. Just, um, take a shower before I see you. You kind of smell," He smiled at me apologetically, but it didn't reach his eyes.

Salty tears fell over my eyes as what he had just said sunk in. It didn't matter to him. It really didn't matter. My heart swelled with love and adoration for the unbelievable man in front of me. He was willing to let me dance over the boundary line, loving him and loving them. He was willing to share, even though that was so unfair to him.

"You really mean that?" I choked out, my eyes searching for his. He raised his hands and wiped the tears from my cheeks, his soft fingers caressed the sides of my face. A light smile lit up his face as he looked at me with love reflected in his onyx eyes.

"Of course I do. I'm not going to make you choose, Emily. It's not fair to you. But, I just want you to know, they will someday hurt you. They'll leave one day, they always do. I just don't want you to be too heartbroken when that day comes," He whispered, his tone of voice begging me to understand. A sob made its way up my throat as it constricted.

"Oh, Sam! It doesn't matter anymore, anyway. I told them I couldn't be around them." And with that, I threw myself into his open and unexpected arms. They wound their way around my waist as I sobbed on his shoulder. His hand cradled my head there, rocking me back and forth as he hummed in my ear. I didn't care what he said; it wasn't fair to him for me to go back and forth. I did have to choose, and I chose him.

"What do you mean, Em?" He croaked as I numbly started to calm down. I groaned as I shook my head slowly.

"I told them I couldn't see them any longer. I told them I would not ever return to Forks. I'd rather be here with you, then there with them. I did it for you." My hoarse whisper echoed quietly in the suddenly still house. He leaned back and held my face softly in his hands. His eyes, wide, were looking at me disbelievingly. I stared back, my constant sniffling interrupting the silence.

"You did? For me?" His shocked tone colored his voice in incredulity. I nodded, my lips trembling. He blinked once, slowly, and then squinted his eyes at me.

"What?" I asked, irritated by the way he looked at me.

"Emily Young, have I told you today how much I love you?" His low voice rumbled, his chest vibrating slightly through the cotton of his shirt. I raised one eyebrow at him in question. He copied me, wanting me to answer. I shook my head once.

"Why do you ask?" I responded as a low boom of thunder exploded over us.

"Hmm, I'll have to show you, then." And then his lips met mine in a fiery passion that could not ever be doused.

***

As strange as it may be, time slowly did pass. With no more communications with the Cullens, everything went back to the way it was before they came here. Except, obviously, now most of my friends were wolves.

I watched with a heavy heart as Paul became someone unfamiliar to me. His eyes, always red, were constantly rimmed with dark rings, like he hadn't had a good night sleep for a long time. He was crumbling apart, and I think we all knew it. We just didn't know how to help him. He stopped taking care of himself, and was relying on his werewolf abilities to keep him alive. It was so obvious he blamed himself for everything that had happened. From the way his eyes always flickered around the room to the way he always looked like he about to fall alseep, it was clear Casey's death still haunted him. And it hurt to know that.

Jared and I stayed good friends. I knew that our friendship would never cease, and I think we both understood that anything beyond that was something neither of us could handle. He was fine with Sam and I, and for that I was grateful. There were no more awkward silences or the feeling of his eyes on me as I pecked Sam lightly on the cheek. It was just fine. He took to being a werewolf easily and even though I could see it in his eyes that he wished things could go back the way they could, he never voiced those opinions aloud. I couldn't wait for the day that he would meet his own imprint, however far away it may be.

I never talked to Leah. Things just never seemed to clear up between her and I. I was able to forget about everything, but she clearly was not. I couldn't bring myself to call her, I was too scared. I could see that Sam felt guilty, and sometimes I even did. I had come between him and her, the dream couple. Now she was nothing but a bitter, angry cloud that hung over me wherever I went. I would have loved to talk to her, about anything and everything, but I had a feeling those days were long gone.

Sam and my relationship sped up like you would never believe. And, a miracle in my eyes, my parents were fine with it. They thought he was a good man, and I couldn't have agreed more. We graduated high school, still strongly devoted to each other. I knew I would always love him, he was simply perfect for me. I could only hope that he would feel the same way, regardless of my ruined face. I would sometimes catch him staring at the scars, words echoing in his eyes of how sorry he was. I told him numerous times how I didn't blame him, but I don't think he ever really believed me.

And then there was little Alice Cullen's warning. Not a day went by that I didn't think of it. Not a day went by that her precise words echoed in my mind; There are many things to come that will draw both our sides closer. There are so many things to come that will draw both our sides apart. There are just so many things. I could never grasp onto what went on in that overly hyper mind of hers. My mind wandered constantly, trying to conjure up something that could fit her description.

But I always came up blank.

For 2 years, everything went along calmly. There were no more accidents with the Cullens, no more fights, and no more phasing of local teens. I relished in the feeling of having everything under control. There was nothing that could surprise me now, for I had seen it all.

And yet, there was always a feeling at the back of my mind, something haunting my every thought. Maybe things were too calm. Life in La Push was running along too smoothly. After everything that had happened, it seemed strange to have everything so peaceful. It felt nerve-wrecking, too. It reminded me of the calm before a storm, how everything was quiet and serene until a twister strikes. And, that twister was whatever Alice had seen coming.

I never would have guessed that the perfect reality I had been living in for the past 2 years would shatter so easily.

***

January 18th, 2005

"Hey, sweetie." Sam came up on me from behind and wrapped his arms firmly around my waist. His moist lips pecked me swiftly on the cheek before he read over my shoulder. The morning newspaper was fanned out in front of me on the kitchen table.

"Hey there yourself," I mumbled back, still tired from the sleepless night before. I would never tell Sam this, but once and while when the weather got bad, my face would ache terribly where the scars were permanently etched into the skin. And, living in La Push, the weather was often bad. Sam's eyes scanned over the headlines once and then he distangled his arms from my waist.

"I talked to Billy today," Sam said as he walked over to the refrigerator and opened it up. He plucked the orange juice from the shelf and untwisted the cap. I folded the newspaper back up and rolled up on the chair. Today was a day like any other, peaceful and nice. I wrapped my arms around my knees and narrowed my eyes at Sam.

"About?" I prodded as he poured himself a glass of the orange juice and downed it in one gulp. He looked out the window for a brief moment before pouring himself a second glass.

"He told me some important news." He swallowed the second glass before rinsing it out and returning the orange juice back to the refrigerator. His eyes were tired and ringed with dark bags. I wished he wouldn't take patrolling so hard. He needed his sleep, and I doubted the Cullens would actually do anything harmful.

"What about, Sam?" I snapped as he loped over to where I sat. A slight smirk spread over his face and I resisted the urge to playfully push him. He knew I didn't have good patience, and yet he always tested me.

"Well," he began and after I nodded, he continued. "Well, apparently, Chief Swan over in Forks has some company. His daughter moved back in with him the other day," He finished, sitting down beside me. His fingers tapped on the wooden table as he watched my response. Chief Swan. Charlie Swan. Charlie, the young man that had fished my Uncle Harry and Billy Black all those years ago. Wasn't it he who was with them the day I met Sam for the first time?

"Is that so?" I questioned as I leaned further. For some reason I couldn't remember his daughter's name, but I knew she couldn't have been too much younger then me. Probably about 17 or 18.

"Yup. Her name's Isabella. I think she goes by Bella, though. Anyway, Billy gave her his truck," He replied casually as he leaned back in his chair. Bella. Yes, the name sounded familiar. I knew she had lived with her mother, Charlie's ex, down in Arizona for a while. I wondered why she had moved back. An image of a tan blonde girl came to mind, covered in sun tan lotion and in a bikini while playing volleyball on the beach.

I chuckled lightly, Forks must be a challenge to her.

"Anyway, just thought I'd let you know. Apparently, she really wants to live here. Though I would never understand why," Sam murmured, more to himself than me, as he stood up and kissed me once again on the cheek. "Jared needs me to come over and help him with his dad's car. Something about problems under the hood. I'll be back soon, though, ok?" His nose skimmed my jaw lightly and I giggled.

"Alright," I sighed. He kissed my lips swiftly before he sprinted back out of the house. I watched his retreating figure with curiosity in my eyes. Bella Swan was back. For some reason, I had a feeling her presence would someday effect me.

For some reason, I had a feeling she was exactly what Alice Cullen had been talking about 2 years ago. And that thought scared me.