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Back from the Past

Summary:
A 'Pride and Prejudice' play in the present, and a bet among heartbreakers, Edward and Emmett in the past: The last to marry wins the Cullen estate. What happens when Jasper Whitlock finds a way to time travel, and the whole group meets. Will the pairs fall in love? We shall see... banner by me


Notes:
AN: So this is a new story that I had the inclination to write last night. I’m really excited about it, more so than I was with What We Become. That may be a sign that this story will do just as well as the latter. I am just going to say that this story is meant to be a romance. I have read dozens of historical fiction novels, novels based in the 19 th century etc. I love writing from the perspective of those types of stories. You probably figured that out in my previous story, Edward and Isabella . Whether you think I have skill in that department is your opinion only. Enjoy. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight by Stephenie Meyer, though I use her characters and setting. This story was inspired by the movie Kate and Leopold , starring Meg Ryan and Hugh Jackman (sexy as ever).


8. Chapter 8

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Emmett’s POV

I had never met this Isabella that my brother seemed to be so fond of. She seemed beautiful enough, but apparently my dear brother was forgetting our lottery. My chest tingled with the knowledge that I just might win this bet. I looked at Bella closely, her eyes were too large for her face and were set even wider when she looked at Edward. Her lips tightened into a straight line and her cheeks turned pink. With embarrassment or rage, I was not quite sure. Yet.

“This is my brother, Emmett.” Edward said formally. Her eyes darted to mine and her face turned even pinker. I smiled at her artfully. I took her hand and kissed her knuckles as custom. This time I knew it was out of bashfulness that her face turned red. I smiled wider. She took in a breath and then looked at Edward again.

“What are you doing here?” She almost hissed. Edward smiled.

“To see you of course, love.”

“Don’t call me that.” She turned around and walked to a blonde man standing a few rows back. He was gazing at us as if he wanted to step up but was too afraid to say anything. He looked down at Isabella and then back at my brother. I couldn’t help but smile. This was so much better then what I would have been doing back home. I turned to the little Alice.

“Is she coming with us?” I asked. She shrugged, a smile playing at her lips.

“I think so.” She leaned into Edward and whispered. “She doesn’t even like that guy there that much. So I think you have a fighting chance.”

“And I’m much more attractive than that man as well.” Edward answered clearly, his voice carrying over to Isabella and the other man. They both heard.

Edward’s POV

Isabella turned and looked at me one more time. I smiled down at her, my heart beating to a different rhythm. This was wrong. I shouldn’t be here. I had never had this reaction or courted a woman as such. But I wasn’t courting her. I had never even let thought of doing such a thing to any woman cross my mind. So why did that word seem to appear now? Nothing was making sense except for Isabella. And the idea of stealing her away from James Ford and his evil ways. He could only be thinking bad things about her. Why did I care? Why was I so tuned as of now to protect her? I shook my head and stood up straighter as she came back to where miss Alice and her beau were standing. She didn’t look me in the eyes.

“So, are we going to the party?” Alice asked her.

“Micheal cannot come. He only had enough time for a drink. His mother needs him to babysit tonight.” She took a breath.

“And you?”

Bella looked her best friend in the eyes, and then bit her lower lip. Next she turned and looked me in the eyes. Strength seeped out of her deep brown eyes and almost made me unstable. Almost. She sighed and then looked back at her friend again and nodded. Alice gleamed happy. “Keep your friend away from me.” She said to the man beside me. Jasper. He grinned slyly.

“That might be difficult, Bella.”

“Oh I think you can do it.”

She grabbed her bag and I gave my hand. “May I?” I asked. She watched me sceptically and then passed her bag into my arms. Her eyes darted away and she hurried to walk with Alice. I knew I’d have her by the end of the moon.

We had to take two of the yellow automobiles, because 5 of us would not fit in just one. Don’t worry, I made sure it was both I and Isabella in the same vehicle. Right next to her small frame, her body stiff and nervous, her cheeks blushed the most beautiful shade of pink. I was rigid too, but for completely different reasons. Or were they? She had to find me attractive. I am beautiful.

This party that they were speaking of was in a hotel, one that I slightly recognized as just being built back in my time. Young adults were everywhere in the apartment on the ninth floor. And the orchestra came from small black boxes somehow stuck to the ceiling. I believe it was like magic. Especially how these people could be so glued together at the hips. There was no dancing like this at my father’s parties. I couldn’t wait to give it a try.

“Would you care to dance?” I asked Isabella as we walked farther into the room.

“No.” She said and then sauntered off in the direction of the bar. I smiled keenly and followed after her, waving at the Alice and Jasper as I walked.

“Hello there.” A female with rouge hair and painted face touched my shoulder. I looked around her, nodding, and kept walking. I was used to them looking at me, but this time my eyes were only on one of them. Isabella.

Emmett’s POV Again.

The part had been going on for about half an hour now. I watched the women as they danced, or made love. I couldn’t quite tell the difference. I had lost sight of my brother upon entering, and I saw Alice and her Jasper kissing fervently in the musky corner. I was about to go ask them for direction back to their residence. I turned around.

I saw her then. She had a halo of blonde hair and a perfect figure. I could just see myself on top of her, keeping her prisoner. My body trembled with need. She was with a dark haired man, but she looked unappeased by his advances. I pulled away from the two women whom I was ignoring as they chattered about their canine pets, and I walked over to my future mistress. She had just walked away from her date and was ordering another drink from a bartender. I slid up beside her and placed my hand on the small of her back. I felt her tense, and my body reacted wildly. She turned, an angry state on her beautiful face.

“Excuse--…. Me.” She almost gasped as she finished. I was a good half a foot taller than her, but she took me all in in one glance.

“Hello, Miss.” I murmured. “Good evening, is it not.”

She seemed to stutter. Her lips unable to form words. All she could do was nod and reach up to smooth down her hair. I grinned at her and her face turned pink. “My name is Emmett and I’m going to be your escort home tonight. Do you have a problem with my advance?” I tried to sound as seductive as possible. I did have experience in this department. She opened her mouth and then seemed to come to terms with herself. She stood up straighter and took a sip of her drink. And then she smiled at me, and my heart stopped for a single heartbeat. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever had the pleasure to set eyes on.” Her smile grew and she looked me over again, clearly agreeing with me. After a moment she lifted one of her long, painted fingers and motioned for me to wait for her. She walked away from me and over to where her date was waiting.

I watched from around the corner as she whispered into her date's ear. I knew it was nothing romantic, because she had already accepted meeting me. She watched me carefully as she walked behind a statue, around a pillar, a drink at her bright red lips, but not touching them. Her blonde hair pulled back in a sophisticated twirl. I wanted to devour her then and there. She came close to me and slipped a piece of paper into my hand.

"Meet me in the lobby." She whispered. I opened the paper and looked down as she walked away. Rosalie was her name.