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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.

5. New Group on the Block Part One

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December 28th, 2002

There really was nothing to do this Winter Break. Leah and Sam, surprisingly, had stayed in a strong relationship for the past year. The shock was enough to nearly suffocate me. But, since Leah spent all her time with Sam, I had probably seen her 7 times in the past year. Not a lot of time. And, truth be told, I really missed her. I missed her girliness and annoying knowing smirk she always gave. Plus, Paul was always busy with his little sister Casey and Jared was busy hanging out with friends from La Push.

I looked out the window to see the snow picking up. Tiny flecks of snow were drifting heavily past and my dad was otuside shoveling it off the driveway. I heard the phone ring shrilly in the kitched and my mom sighed as she went to answer.

"Hello?" My Mom asked tiredly. She had working so hard to make sure this Christmas was exceptional. You could tell from her voice that she was completely exhausted. Someone must have been talking now, for she had gotten quite. She sighed and mumbled back to the receiver, "Yea, sure. I understand. Hold on, he's outside right now." She set something down on the counter, the phone I presume, and walked into the doorway of the living room where I now sat.

"Emily? Could you go get your father. Your Uncle Harry is on the phone. He needs to talk to him. Oh, and while your at it could you take Marley for a walk?" She wiped a few stray hairs out of her face that had fallen from her messy bun and looked at me with pleading eyes. How was I supposed to take Marley for a walk in foot high snow? He was probably one of the shortest dogs out there.

"Fine, but I know what your up to. You just want me out of the house for some strange reason while Dad talks to Uncle Harry." With that said, I got up and went to go get Marley's leash. I hooked it on his collar, and grabbed my coat and scarf while I heard my mom walk back into the kitchen and pick up the phone.

"Yea, Harry. She's going to get him right now," I heard her say into the phone. I pulled lightly on the leash and opened the garage door. Marley slowly walked beside me and we started walking to the black form shoveling the snow which was my father.

Marley was thrilled to be out in the snow. He absolutely loved the white fluffy stuff. He started galloping around, trying not to get stuck in it. I had to laugh when he tried to eat a snowflake. He growled and swatted at it with a paw and when it finally floated down and landed on his nose his eyes must have gotten 100 times bigger. We had finally gotten our way to my dad when he put the shovel down and turned to us.

"Hey, what's up, Em?" His face was flushed a deep red from the cold and his eyes looked watery from the wind.

"Mom told me to come get you. Uncle Harry is on the phone." He looked at me for a few seconds before responding.

"Alright, well come on then." He started walking towards the house when he stopped and turned to look at me. "Come on, Em. It's freezing out here."

"Mom told me to take Marley for a walk. I'll be back in a few minutes." He sighed, making white steam float up in the air in front of him. He shook his head once and started lightly jogging up to the house. I looked towards the curvy wooded street that my house was on and sighed. Time for a walk.

I led Marley down to the sidewalk and we started out at a steady pace. The wind was howling around my ears. My hands were starting to freeze on the spot when I came upon a huddled figure along the street. It was a guy. The guy was huge. I mean really huge. The kind of guy you expect to see wrestling or something. He had a light windbreaker on and his dark curls were messy. Not only was he the biggest guy I had ever seen, but he was the palest too. He was just sitting there, on an old log, gazing into space. There was something about this guy. Something that made shivers run up your spine and your mind scream at you. Run! Run as fast as you can and never come back! Ignoring my mind's cries, I stepped forwards, closer to this intimidating young man. He turned his head towards me and I was stunned, frozen where I stood. He must have had the most angelic face. His features were angular, a fierce look being created in their midst, but still beautiful all the same. His skin was flawless, looking like a paper was stretched over his face. His eyes were the most shocking. A pair of liquid topaz eyes gazing right into my very soul. He smiled a welcoming, warm, smile and patted the spot next to him.

I know, I know. I must have seemed like a huge idiot to even consider sitting next to some strange huge man on the side of an isolated wooded road, but something just seemed so soothing about him. Like he was drawing me in with some unexplainable force. I stepped forward to the log but was yanked back. I looked back to see Marley hunched back, ears pointed, and a feral snarl about to come out of his mouth. He looked vicious. I looked back to the strange man but was shocked with what I saw. He wasn't there.

I shook my head back and forth, not believing my eyes. How could someone disappear without any trace of where they went? There weren't even any footprints. I heard muffled whimpers and looked down to see Marley with his head in the snow whimpering and twitching. What was up with this dog? I looked into the forest and I could have sworn I saw a flash of black by a tree that was far in. I cocked my head to the side, trying to see or hear more. I don't know what compelled me to do so, but I walked into the forest. Idiot! My mind screamed, yelling at me to turn back, but I just couldn't. Marley was now growling fiercely. I was ultimately shocked. My dog never showed signs of violence. I yanked him forwards, and continued walking. I kept shaking my head, trying to get a better view of the forest. I felt as if someone was watching me. Someone dangerous. The hairs were standing straight on the back of my neck and I thought to myself, Maybe this was a bad idea.

Marley was now starting to howl in protest. Something flew by in front of me, just out of my line of sight. I snapped my head forward to see nothing but white snow ahead. I was finally starting to understand how horrible of an idea this was. What was I thinking!?! Following some freak into the woods! At that very moment I was currently the most idiotic person in the world. But yet, I couldn't help myself from walking forward. It was like someone had an invisible rope around my waist and was dragging me forward. Marley wasn't letting me go that easily. He was yelping, jumping, growling, snarling, whimpering, and running around in circles. I had my eyes transfixed on him when he stopped abruptly.

It was like someone turned the off switch on him. He whipped his head straight ahead and took a threatening stance. His canines were visible and his eyes were narrowed in viciousness. I hadn't noticed before because of the noise coming from Marley but I could now. There were noises coming from up ahead. Growls. Snarls. Roaring. What the hell was going on? I was frozen on spot, staring intently on the black spot on Marley's tail; too scared to look ahead. Finally, something made me look. There was a slight crunch, like someone was stepping on snow. It sounded like it came from about 3 feet ahead. I slowly turned my head, a prayer lost forgotten on my lips, and looked forward.

There, right in front of me, was the man from the log. His head was cocked to the side and his eyes were tight with worry. His once topaz eyes were now a strange onyx color. Must be a trick of the light. He towered over me easily and I suddenly thought to myself, He's going to kill me. He easily could if he wanted too.

"Oh, Little One, you shouldn't be here." He shook his head quickly, making rich curls fall into his face. His voice was like velvet. It flowed methodically and was soft and gentle. It almost sounded like his voice was full of sadness; regret for me following him into these woods. The growls were coming closer now, more distinct too. Marley looked from this strange man and then over to the right a bit. Whatever was growling was over to the side. It was freezing and the bitter cold was seeping into my jacket. My hands were like ice, frozen in place.

"It's cold out, why aren't you at home? This is nowhere for someone like you. You could get hurt. So easily, you could get hurt." It almost sounded like the last part he was saying to himself. His eyes strayed downwards to his feet and then back up to my face. Onyx eyes seeking out my troubles. He shook his head, worry lines creasing his brow. He quickly turned his head over to the right when a louder growl came. His eyes were wide with worry as he returned his gaze to me.

"W-w-who are you?" I was so cold my teeth were chattering. I wrapped my arms around my torso, trying to create some warmth. My head was spinning with confusion. Confusion and terror. Who was this man and what were those inhuman growls coming from? I shivered, this time not from the cold.

"That does not matter, Little One. You need to get back. Do you know your way?" His eyes quickly scanned the forest, looking for something invisible to my eyes. His voice was laced with worry. I was surprised at this stranger's sincerity. I came to the quick realization that I didn't know my way back. I turned my head backwards, trying to see if I knew which way back to the road. I had no clue where to go.

"No. I don't know the way back. C-c-could you help me?" I was scared he would deny me and leave me there. If he did I would probably get killed by whatever was growling to my right. Marley was hesitantly walking forwards to the strange man in front of us.

"Of course, but we must hurry. Follow me, please." He lithely walked past me, sending chills up my spine, and kept going at a quick pace. I had to jog to keep up with him. Marley was trudging along, growling every so often as if to say, "You complete fool. You're going to trust a strange man you've never met to lead you out of the woods?"

"So, why are you in here anyway, Little One?" He quickly glanced my way, wonderment etched into his eyes.

"I was just walking my dog," I grumbled under my breath. Of course, this wasn't the explanation he wanted.

"No, no. I mean why did you follow me into these woods? This isn't a place you want to get lost in, you know." he chuckled a dry humorless laugh as if he was talking of an inside joke. I blushed with embarrassment, not wanting to have to tell this man that I didn't even know why I followed him in the first place.

"I guess I was just wondering where you went." I looked up to his face to see his reaction but he was just lazily reaching up to pull a stray lock of curls out of his eyes, like he heard this everyday. He noticed I was staring and put his hand down. He looked at me and smiled one of those warm, welcoming smiles again. I hadn't even noticed we had come to the road.

"Well, this is where we part. Please, do not follow me back into these woods. It's highly dangerous." He seemed to be pleading to me with his eyes, which seemed to be a lighter shade now that we were out of the woods. The growling had ceased and Marley was standing loyally at my feet, looking up at this strange tall man that stood before us.

"Alright. Will you be ok?" I don't know why, but my heart ached at the thought of whatever was growling getting a hold of this kind man. No matter what this man was like, today he truly seemed to be my guardian angel. He laughed a loud booming laugh, with his head back and dark curls spilling all over his face.

"Of course I'll be alright! Please, do not worry about me, Little One. I promise you I will be ok." He smiled again, showing glistening white teeth. He looked back over his shoulder and his jovial expression suddenly changed. "I should get back though. Promise me you'll go straight home?" His eyes were boring intensely into my face, denying me the will to say no.

"Promise," I said with a smile. I heard a sound behind me and turned my head back. It was just a fox on the other side of the road. When I looked back, the man was gone.


I hated this town. Absolutely hated it. It was rainy, it was boring, it wasn't fun, and it made my Rose upset. Anything that would ever make my Rose upset, would make me upset. There was nothing in the town of Forks that made me happy. Plus, there were werewolves. They just had to come and complicate everything. They smelled bad, too. Not like your kind of moldy cheese, though that smells bad to me too, but more like this disgusting foul musky smell that makes your stomach turn and your instincts scream Kill! Well, it wouldn't make humans think that, but for us? Yea. It really would. Also, they were hairy. I mean, so hairy it was like an overgrown Pomeranian that had major anger management problems. I mean, sure, I had my own temper problems but at least when I got angry I didn't turn into an overgrown deathly Pomeranian. There were so many things I hated about this town I was about to make a list. I had already reached 219 things in my mind and I was just itching for the chance to record it and show it to Rosalie.

I was lying on the sofa, laptop in hand and recording my This Town Sucks form when I heard Edward walk into the doorway. He scoffed lightly when he heard from my mind what I was thinking about.

"I am so impressed with what you spend your time with, Emmett. Really. It is astonishing." He snickered lightly and walked gracefully over to the chair across from me. I rolled my eyes in return to his remark and looked back to my list. I was up to number 357 now, which was "It's so far from a mall that Alice gets depressed, which makes Jasper depressed, which ultimately results with all of us getting depressed, which adds on to Edward's already started depression." Edward heard the last bit from my mind and growled lightly.

"I am not depressed, Emmett. I am perfectly fine." I merely shook my head in mock agreement and went on to number 358 which I immediately thought of as "All the people who used to live here are now dead." I sighed, remembering all the people from the high school who would all be undoubtedly dead by now. Everybody I ever knew always died. It was a depressing thought. "Get used to it, Emmett. When you live for eternity, no one's going to be here with you that is human." Edward looked at me with intense eyes and I sighed in return. God, that guy could be so stuck up sometimes. What a grouch. Edward snorted lightly and looked out the window.

"What are you lookin for, Edward? Got a hot date tonight or something?" I laughed loudly as he grimaced and rolled his eyes at my so called 'immaturity'. But, really, the guy didn't know how to live. Or smile. Or laugh. Or even have a fun time. What was the fun in living for eternity if you didn't have fun while doing it?

"I have fun Emmett. All the time. You're just not included in my fun." He looked at me with a stubborn face as I thought, Fun? Are you kidding me?

"Yea, and that fun would be writing depressing, slow, heart wrenching compositions, right? Cause, I so agree, that would be the definition of fun." I dodged right in time for Edward's flying fist that, instead of hitting me in the face, hit Esme's vase. It crashed into a million tiny pieces, and the house was dead silent afterwards. Edward, realizing what he had done, backed away slowly and glared at me. Alice came zooming down the steps, her tinkling laughter ringing through the house.

"Nice one, Edward." She giggled more as she looked around him to see the damage. All of a sudden a shriek came from upstairs.

"EDWARD ANTHONY MASEN CULLEN! What have you done NOW!?" Esme came running down the steps and came to an abrupt stop in front of Edward. Most people didn't know Esme could be scary, but, wow, when you break an antique? She was the scariest thing in the world. She had her hands on her hips, and you could almost see the flames in her eyes. Edward immediately shrank back looking as scared as a little kid who just found out monsters were real. Which they were.

"Oh, Esme, I'm so sorry! I didn't me too! Really! It was an accident!" His eyes were wide as Esme assessed the broken vase. She sighed a deep sigh of regret and looked over to Edward. She smiled a tight smile and told him to clean it up. Right then Carlisle walked in the door. He immediately stopped in the doorway, seeing Esme leaning over Edward and telling him when he missed a piece and me laying on the couch with the laptop and chuckling. He shook his head, already knowing what happened because it had occurred so many times before, and walked past. He walked up to his office, and came downstairs a few minutes later. He looked a little nervous. That was a first.

"Everybody, could you come down here please? I have something to share with you all." He loosened his shirt collar and looked at me pointedly. "Please turn that off." He then changed his glance to the laptop. Oh well, I'll just save it for later. I sighed and groaned while I clicked 'Save' and then turned it off. I sat up and waited for the rest of the family to come down. Esme was already sitting across from me while Edward was sitting in the chair in the corner. Jasper and Alice came down and sat on the other sofa while Rose came down last and sat down next to me. She was just as curious about what Carlisle had to say than all the rest of us. He stood in the center, looking a bit uncomfortable. He finally cleared his throat and looked to all of us.

"As all of you know, there are werewolves just in the La Push reservation. Their leader came to me today. Apparently, we are still remembered in La Push, but only through the Elders. Anyway, we are to go there tonight to meet about the treaty and make sure it still stands. I will need all of you to go so don't ask to stay here." Great, we had to meet the werewolves. The last time we met wasn't something I liked to remember. The big black one tried to take a chomp out of my Rosalie. Definitely something I didn't want to think about. Everyone sighed, remembering how unkind and cold those dogs could be. We all slowly got up and went to get ready for out little meeting with the Pomeranians.

Five minutes later we were all ready to go and waiting in front of the door for Carlisle. Edward was leaning against the wall, sighing every so often, and looking grumpy. Man, he needs a mate. He was so lazy and grouchy without one. Immediately his eyes switched to mine and he growled softly.

"Don't start, Emmett. I am really not in the mood for that right now." He went back to his sighing and grumbling. God, touchy touchy. He growled again and seemed to ignore me. This could get fun. I thought of one of the girls that seemed to like him, Jessica Stanley. Ha, that got his attention. His eyes flicked to mine and he growled more pronounced. He started to shake his head in a warning. Oh Edward, I bet you just love getting all that attention from little Miss Stanley. His attention suddenly went back to my thoughts and he snarled, baring his teeth. Jasper and Alice turned around to see what was going on and when Jasper felt the emotions coming from Edward his eyes almost popped out of his head. Edward, you really need to get this anger off. It's not good for your mental health; though that went down the drain decades ago. Edward's eyes went fiercely out of control as he heard that last bit. Before he could do anything rash, Carlisle came down and we set off through the woods. Next stop, La Push.

We passed through the invisible border and ran into the enemy's territory. Their scent was everywhere, wafting through the air. It was repulsing. Carlisle was in the lead, with Edward right behind him, as we gracefully and swiftly ran through the woods and underbrush. The wind flying and the wind drifting past was like a high. You could so easily become addicted to it. It had been snowing for a few hours, and our feet made slight crunching noises as we ran thought the forest.

We finally came to a small clearing where a group of older men stood. I almost had to laugh out loud at it. Us against a group of older men that probably hadn't phased in the past 30 years. All of a sudden, they turned their cold gazes to us. You could see the hatred just burning in their eyes, waiting to be unleashed. One of them was in a wheelchair, and I thought, They better not try to fight us. We'd crush them. Then, one of them step out in front and looked at us with narrowed eyes.

"Welcome back to the area." He spit out with a guttural and rough voice. His black hair was combed back and his black eyes darted from all of us to the next. His eyes stopped on Rosalie and then it hit me. He was the one that had attacked her the last time. His eyes racked over her body as he stepped closer to her. I moved myself closer to her in order to put myself in front of her in case he tried to attack, but I lost it completely when he let loose a feral snarl. I leaped in front of her as the old man burst into a sleek black wolf.