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Emmett Cullen was changed in 1935 by the Cullens. But there was another, Isabella, who was also changed....but by another. Caught walking alone near the woods weeks after her brother's death, her life is changed for the rest of eternity.[AU]

I know, I should probably finish everything else, but there's a fire under my tush, and it doesn't go out, not to mention the copious amount of ants in my pants :) So sue me. The plus side of the fire? My bottom is never cold....

17. The Hunt

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Bella POV

The lot of us were gathered in the Cullens’ living room, ready for the upcoming hunt. U was not going to go since I had hunted only a day or so ago. I was definitely not needed for any sort of moral support. As it turned out, Edward had also hunted before our meeting, making us the two odd ones out of the large hunting party.

Emmett was a little upset that I wouldn’t be coming along, even if I were to simply do nothing, but he didn’t bother me too much about it or demand that I go. He understood that if I’m not in on the hunt I would rather not be there at all. It’s wonderful to know that even after all of the time apart and as vampires, Emmett and I still remember one another perfectly: our likes, dislikes, and personalities. Most forget such things over the years, even if it’s family.

I sighed as I leaned back into the couch and watched everyone else mingle and chat amongst themselves. Emmett was once again talking to Theo. The contrast between them was obvious. Emmett was very muscled, loud, and boisterous whereas Theo was tall, lean, and more subdued. He kept his calm whereas Emmett was ready for a fight at any moment. However, like true brothers of mine, they were both very protective of me, almost to the point where I sometimes felt like I couldn’t breathe because I was stuck in a cage, marked as fragile.

I shook the thoughts out of my head. I knew the reason they were so protective was because they loved me so much. I was lucky to have both of them in my life.

I looked up as Carlisle cleared his throat, Charlie, Renee and Esme at his sides. “I believe it’s time we set out for our hunt. We have a bit of a drive ahead of us.” He nodded his head in my direction. “Of course we know Bella and Edward will not be joining us, they will stay here instead.” I nodded and smiled at everyone.

“We may not be back until the early morning, if not later,” Charlie continued. “If we aren’t back by then Bella, you make the decision of whether or not you would like to attend school, all right?” I nodded again.

“The same goes for you, Edward,” Carlisle told him.

“He won’t go,” Alice chirped. “You knew that, Carlisle.”

“And what about the hunt, Alice?” Edward questioned. “Do you know when you’ll get back?”

She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and shaking her head. “We haven’t gotten there yet. When we do and start hunting, I might know. Decisions need to be made on how much and how long each of us would like to hunt.”

Edward nodded his head and sat on the loveseat across from me, my seat being the same since Emmett brought me into the house and set me down on the couch. He smiled at me, making butterflies form in my stomach, before turning his attention back on our two families.

“Everyone out to the cars!” Emmett bellowed, eager to get to the hunting grounds. From what I had learned, he loves grizzlies and hates competition for them. I smiled at the irony that he still loved to hunt, even if it’s in a much different manner.

“We’re going, Emmett. Calm down,” Rosalie told him, a loving smile on her face. He nodded and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the house and into his car, winking at me on their way out.

“Take care while we’re gone,” Esme told us on her way out.

Theo nodded to me. “Call if anything. All right?” I nodded as he followed my family through the door and to the cars.

I heard the car doors slam shut and the engines turn on before all of the cars began to pull out of the driveway. Edward and I sat in a comfortable silence, minding our own thoughts, completely at ease in the other’s presence.

After an innumerable amount of minutes of silence, Edward looked up at me and smiled crookedly. “How about we get to know each other?”

I nodded. “That sounds good. How are you going to do it? Play twenty questions?” I joked.

He looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. “Why not?”

“All right,” I nodded slowly, “I’ll go first.” Edward smiled. “Do you have a gift?”

He nodded. “I can read minds.” I could feel the look of embarrassment and horror plaster itself on my face. He must have heard my every thought, even the ones about him.

I looked up as I heard him chuckle lightly. He was staring at me, amusement showing clearly in his topaz orbs. “Don’t worry,” he told me, “you’re the only exception, the only one I can’t read.” He frowned, clearly frustrated by that fact, before shaking his head and smiling once more.

“Why do you think you can’t hear me?” I asked curiously.

“I don’t know,” he murmured. “It’s probably because of the block on your mind. Have any other mind oriented powers worked on you?”

I thought for a minute before shaking my head. “No, only Theo’s one of the times my mind had no block on it.”

“I thought not.” I opened my mouth to ask another question but he cut me off. “No, it’s my turn now. You’ve already asked quite a few.”

I crossed my arms across my chest. “That’s not fair. They were all about your mind reading!”

He grinned. “Doesn’t matter.” He paused for a moment to make sure I wouldn’t protest again, before continuing. “Now, what’s your favorite color?” he asked, his face grave.

I rolled my eyes. “It changes from day to day.”

“What’s your favorite color today?” He was still solemn.

“Probably brown.” I was wearing a brown jacket given to me by Raven, and I tended to dress according to my mood.

He snorted, dropping his serious expression. “Brown?” he asked skeptically.

“Sure. Brown is warm. I miss brown. It’s wonderful here, and I do like it, but everything that’s supposed to be brown – tree trunks, rocks, dirt – is all covered up with squashy green moss,” I complained.

He seemed fascinated by my little rant. He considered for a moment, staring into my eyes.

“You’re right,” he decided, serious again. “Brown is warm.” He paused. “Were your eyes brown as a human?”

I nodded. “It was a family trait.”

“What music is in your CD player, right now?” he asked, his face as somber as if he’d asked for a murder confession.

I realized I’d never removed the CD Theo has given me. When I said the name of the band, he smiled crookedly, a peculiar expression in his eyes.

“I have that one in my car. Favorite classical piece?”

“Claire de Lune by Debussy.” He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t like all of his work, I only know my favorites.”

“Seems we have the same taste, Bella,” Edward commented.

We sat there for hours, questioning one another. He questioned my relentlessly about every insignificant detail of my existence. Movies I’d liked and hated, the many places I’d been and wanted to go, and books – endlessly books.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had talked so much. More often than not, I felt self-conscious, certain I must be boring him. But the absolute absorption on his face, and his never-ending stream of questions, compelled me to continue. Mostly his questions were easy, only a few triggering my imaginary blush. But when I did start fidgeting from embarrassment, it brought on a whole new round of questions.

Such as the time he asked my favorite gemstone, and I blurted out topaz before thinking. He had been flinging questions at me with such speed that I felt like I was taking one of those psychiatric tests where you answer with the first word that comes to mind. He tried to get me to admit why it embarrassed me, which made the embarrassment that much worse when I finally told him it was due to his eyes.

He paused shortly before continuing his cross examination with a question of my flower preference. Both mine and his questioning seemed endless, completely exceeding the twenty question mark.

“Which do you prefer,” I began, “day or night?”

“Twilight,” he told me. “It’s the safest time of day for us. The easiest time, but also the saddest in a way…the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don’t you think?” He smiled wistfully.

I nodded slowly. “I suppose.”

“What about you?”

I shifted a little closer to him, turning to fully face him. Somewhere during all of our questions, we had ended up on the same couch. He watched me intently waiting for my answer. Not willing to let him wait any longer, I smiled softly.

“I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.”