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Summary:
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]


Notes:
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....


2. Bears and Blood

Rating 5/5   Word Count 3731   Review this Chapter

Rosalie POV

It’s been two years since I’ve become a vampire. Two years, since Carlisle saved me from death. I loved Carlisle and was very grateful that he had saved me, but that doesn’t mean I was happy with what I had become.

I had to live off of animal blood to survive. I was more beautiful than most females would hope for, but inside that beauty was a monster. Blood was the elixir of life and we drank it, and enjoyed it. I guess I would have to get used to it. Even after two years I was still a little resistant to what I was.

As for my family, they were really great. Carlisle was the father figure, who was kind, caring and compassionate, not to mention the fact that he was a doctor. How he controlled his blood lust I’ll never know. But he has had over three hundred years of practice, so it’s a bit more understandable I suppose.

Esme was a wonderful mother figure. She was so loving. If she hadn’t lost her child when she was human, she would have been a wonderful mother. Carlisle and Esme are perfect for each other.

When Carlisle was changing me, he had me in mind as Edward’s mate, his first child. He’s older than me as a vampire, changed in 1918, but younger than me in human years since he’s a year younger than I am, not that it makes a difference in our personal relationship. Carlisle had hoped that we would fall in love with one another, and have the relationship that our parents do, and I do love him…as a brother. There could be nothing more between us than the love between siblings.

Edward is very handsome and good looking, more so than any man I have ever met. He must have been quite a catch as a human if he looks this gorgeous as a vampire. But we just don’t have any intimate feelings towards one another. We never have, even from the first time we met.

Maybe we would make the perfect match to some, since we are both so stubborn and have bad tempers, although his is worse. But what looks great from the outside doesn’t look so good on the inside. On the inside, Edward and I were always either getting along nicely or at each other’s throats, there was no middle ground most of the time, if at all. In essence, we were truly like siblings.

Carlisle and Esme were worried about Edward. He’s a seventeen year old boy, who is actually a seventeen year old vampire, but has walked the earth for thirty four years in all. He’s been a virgin for thirty four years, and feels fine on his own. He has never gotten close to a woman before.

I think they should just leave Edward alone. He’s fine on his own and shouldn’t be pushed towards girls if he doesn’t want to, he’ll probably find someone on his own. I also don’t believe that girls should be pushed at him. After all, it’s a little bit insulting that I was changed with the hope that Edward and I would fall in love. I disliked being thrown at him, and I’m sure all females would agree. I’m not an object to be thrown at men, and I won’t be treated as such. Sure, Carlisle didn’t want to see me die, but his foremost thought was a mate for Edward.

I just needed to get out of the house; I was too caught up in my own thoughts. Edward and I had had a fight over something little and stupid not three hours ago. I ended up throwing my brush at him and slamming my door in his face. By now, none of this was a surprise to anyone, so they all carried on their normal routine. I hadn’t calmed down fully yet, so it was time for a run. Maybe I’ll hunt a little while I’m already out, might as well.

As I ran out the front door, I picked up speed. I let the wind flow through my hair and fan my face. The run was absolutely exhilarating. Who knew I wouldn’t actually mind living in Tennessee and that one day I wouldn’t mind the woods at all.

I paused, letting my sense take over for the hunt. I could smell a deer two miles off, so I let my sense lead the way. The closer I got to the deer, the more I could smell and hear it. Venom pooled in my mouth at the scent of the animal’s blood. I broke through the trees into a little clearing, where the deer stood grazing. It looked up and I pounced without hesitation, not giving the poor animal a chance to escape.

I snapped its neck and sunk my teeth in, drinking greedily. When there was no more blood to consume, I buried the carcass and left the clearing.

On my way back, I picked up the strong scent of blood. It was so sweet and enticing. The smell was coming from an open wound, from a human. Whoever it was was seriously injured and possibly dying.

My legs took off, carrying me in the direction of the sweet smelling blood. I was running quickly now. Part of me was worried about the human, the other part just wanted to drink him dry. It was merely instinct, and my instincts wanted that blood.

I ran even more quickly and swiftly, coming to a space where a bear was about to use a human boy as a toy. He was covered in his own blood, with scratches from being thrown and clawed at by the bear. He was gorgeous for a human, even wounded as he was.

I couldn’t help myself, I lunged and attacked. I sank my nails into his sides, keeping my right knee on his stomach, falling to the ground. He kicked out at me, throwing me off, but I wouldn’t be deterred from my task so easily. I snarled and ran back at him, breaking his neck. I drank his blood and buried the body by a tree.

After I felt strong enough, I turned back to the injured human, making my way to his side nimbly. The smell of his blood was so strong, urging me to drink. My throat flared with the thirst, the hunger for his blood, but I couldn’t drink. I couldn’t, wouldn’t kill him. It wasn’t right.

I could hear his heart slowing; he didn’t have much time. I knew he couldn’t be taken to a hospital. There wasn’t enough time, and even if there was, the doctors wouldn’t be able to fix him up, there’s too much damage.

As I came to that realization, I knew what had to be done: he had to be changed. I wasn’t strong enough to do it, I would lose control. I was barely in control at that moment; I knew that if I tasted his blood it would be the death of him.

I didn’t want to be the one to kill him, nor did I want him to die at all. I did the only thing I could.

Ignoring my thirst, I picked the handsome boy up in my arms, cradling him gently so as not to hurt him anymore than he was already, and ran. I didn’t want him to feel anymore pain. I hoped my icy body would ease his suffering a little.

I dodged trees and other objects that would halt any human who was running easily, while making sure the boy was still breathing. I pushed my limits to get to the house faster, coming upon it in minutes.

Every second I wasted, the boy I was holding got closer to death. I couldn’t delay anything. I ran into the house shouting Carlisle’s name as I did.

Carlisle POV

I could smell the blood before Rosalie screamed my name frantically. She was panicking. What could have happened?

“Carlisle!” I threw my study door open and raced down the stairs into the living room. My eyes widened as I took in the human boy Rosalie was holding. I could not only see, but hear, that he was dying.

“Rose, what happened? What’s going on?” I questioned quickly.

“I was hunting when I smelled human blood. I followed the scent, on the verge of losing control, when I cam upon the boy with a bear throwing him like a rag doll. I killed the bear and picked the boy up to bring him here.” She took a deep breath.

“How did you stay in control?” I asked while looking him over.

“I don’t know, I just couldn’t bear the thought of him dying.”

I nodded in response. “We’re going to have to change him, there’s nothing I can do otherwise.”

“Will he survive the transformation? He’s so badly injured.”

“I’m not sure,” I told her quietly, “but there’s hope. I’m almost positive he will make it, but I won’t promise you anything.”

“Alright, will you do it now?”

“Yes.” I heard a sound on the upper floor and turned to see both Esme and Edward standing on the landing. Esme had a look of concern on her face, while Edward looked pained. I knew that he was battling the bloodlust, not to mention the fact that he thought we were damned and soulless. He didn’t want anyone cursed to this life, but he said nothing.

I watched as his eyes flickered from Rosalie, to the boy, and back quickly. I looked down at Rose to see her watching the human anxiously. I smiled slightly. I know now why Rosalie didn’t kill him and brought him to me.

“Rose, I’m going to need you to move back for this.” She nodded and moved to the other side of the couch.

I took in an unnecessary breath and lowered my head to the boy’s neck, baring my teeth. I bit down quickly, letting my venom fill his system and his blood fill my mouth, never swallowing more than once. I removed my teeth delicately and stood, spitting his blood into the blood Esme had ready. His eyes short open suddenly and he screamed.

“What’s your name?” I asked soothingly.

“Em–Emmett,” he gasped.

He let out one more bloodcurdling scream, then fell into the realm of unconsciousness.

Esme POV

I took the glass with blood in it to the kitchen and emptied it into the drain. I made sure I threw in some baking powder after it and poured some vinegar on top, so the reaction would get rid of most of the smell of blood.

I went back into the living room and stood by Carlisle, watching the boy, Emmett. I could see the pain on his face from the transformation even though he was unconscious. It wouldn’t last for long. He should be waking up to three days of pain within two hours or so. Until it’s over, we could only make him more comfortable.

Both Rosalie and Edward were watching Emmett as well. I knew we were all remembering our own painful transformations. I also knew Edward was waiting for the moment Emmett would start thrashing and he would need to hold the boy down.

I sighed, looking over his bloodstained clothes and skin. I’ll go get some damp clothes.” Carlisle nodded. “Rosalie, why don’t you find him a new shirt to wear? I’m sure he’d like to wake up in one much cleaner. The pants can wait until his change is over. Don’t worry, Carlisle and Edward will stay with him.” I watched her hurry up the stairs and out of sight. I turned and walked into the kitchen, grabbing the towels Edward had brought down for me, and soaked them.

Emmett was beginning to shake a little. “You had better get ready, Edward,” Carlisle instructed. Our son nodded in response, moving closer to the couch.

I took a cloth out of the bowl and washed the blood and dirt off of Emmett’s face. Slowly, I was able to finish cleaning him up and change his shirt before he became more aware.

He woke up to the pain about an hour later and began writhing. It took both Edward and Carlisle to hold him down, while Rosalie stood off to the side, looking pained.

I looked back at Emmett as he let out hoarse yells, some of which were incoherent mumbles about the fire. I sighed. The poor dear. It’s such a shame he has to go through this pain. I really wish there was another way.

Emmett POV

I broke through the darkness to face blinding light. It felt like I was being burned alive. Maybe I was in hell. Maybe my sins had finally caught up to me. I never thought my sins were that bad, but I guess God isn’t as forgiving as people thought; they are still sins after all.

The last thing I remember is being in the woods and taunting a bear. I winced as I felt another flare of fire in my body as well as from the memory of the bear’s claws colliding with my chest. I was close to dying, when everything went black. Next thing I knew, I heard vicious snarling and then I was being carried, flown through the air. Then I felt an immense pain and was once again consumed by darkness.

I screamed again as I felt another wave of pain hit me. I opened my eyes to see two creatures looking back at me who were beyond beautiful. The older looking one was watching me with concern. They seemed to be flowing. Maybe the decision had been made to come and take me away from hell.

“God?” I questioned.

The man just smiled at me and shook his head. “No, I’m afraid not. How are you doing?”

“It hurts,” I whispered.

He nodded his head. “I know. The pain will be over soon. Just hold on for one more day.” He smiled kindly at me. “Can you do that?”

I nodded my head as an answer. That only sent more pain shooting up my spine. He said one more day. I really hoped I didn’t turn to ash before that day comes.

Suddenly, I felt a cool relief on my forehead. I opened my eyes to see a blonde haired angel watching me with anxious eyes. She was the most beautiful being I had ever seen. She had long flowing golden locks, radiant as the sun. Her eyes were a warm topaz color filled with worry. Her face and body were…beyond perfection. She was a tall goddess, like Aphrodite.

“Just hold on for one more day, okay?” she asked me.

“Yes.” I would do anything if she would still be there tomorrow. “Don’t leave me,” I begged.

She smiled and it lit up the whole room. “My name is Rosalie.” She took my hand and sat down beside me.

Rosalie, the name of an angel.

Edward POV

It was the third day of Emmett’s transformation, the last day. His heart would be stopping in only a few hours, so the pain would be more intense than any other time. I winced as he kicked my ribs. He would be a very strong vampire.

I grabbed hold of his arms and pinned them to his sides so he wouldn’t hurt himself, or break anything for that matter. I could already see the physical changed which had occurred. His skin was the color of mine, his facial features enhanced and perfected. His muscles were already prominent as a human, and now they’re more noticeable, but not in an unattractive way.

Rosalie had been anxiously by his side through the whole change. Most of the time she held onto his hand tightly, trying to soothe him. However, other times she had to help me hold him down. He screamed himself hoarse by now, so all that came out were little whimpers.

I stood back and let my sister take her usual place by Emmett. It surprised me how worried she was. She usually only worried about herself. It’s good to know that there’s another side to Rosalie.

Her thoughts stated that she cared deeply for this boy. Maybe she loves him, or will come to love him in time. I can only hope that Emmett will reciprocate her feelings, otherwise she’ll be crushed. Perhaps Rosalie has found her mate.

I turned my attention back to the couch, where Emmett had started thrashing again. Rose helped me hold him down until he calmed down enough, which took about half an hour.

A few hours later, Carlisle came down the stairs from his study. He made his way over to us and stood at my side, watching Emmett. “The change should be complete within a few minutes. His heart is beginning to slow.” I nodded in agreement, looking over to my anxious sister. “Rose?” She looked up at Carlisle. “Everything will be fine. It will all be over very soon.” He have her a small smile which she returned.

Emmett let out one last yell, then fell silent when his heart stopped. The room was covered in silence and Rosalie was holding her breath. She let it out as Emmett opened his eyes and sat up slowly.

He took in his surroundings carefully, surveying everything. His eyes lingered on each of us carefully, finally coming to rest on Rosalie. She’s even more beautiful when I can see better and I’m not in pain. I had to suppress my smile and accompanying chuckle.

“How are you feeling, Emmett?” Carlisle asked.

“I’m fine, I suppose. Who are you and where am I?”

“Emmett, this is Edward.” I stepped forward to shake his hand. “This is Rosalie.” She smiled at him and he returned it. Next, Esme came forward and shook Emmett’s hand as well. “This is Esme, my wife. My name is Carlisle, and this is our home.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” he told us all, eyes staying on Rosalie. “What happened? It felt like I was being burned alive.” He shuddered at the memory.

Carlisle sighed. “Yes, I’m sorry about the pain you had to go through, but it was necessary to stop you from dying.” Emmett nodded. “Do you remember your life at all, and what happened in the woods?”

He furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. “Well, I remember going into the woods for hunting.” He laughed slightly. “I guess I forgot to watch my back, and then made the mistake of making the bear angrier. I’ve always liked a challenge. There was a lot of pain as it was ripping into me, but then I heard something else growling, and then it felt like I was flying, followed by the fire.” He looked up.

“And your life?” I asked.

“Hmm, I do remember my family, but that’s a little fuzzy, while my life is even more so. But I do remember a lot of specific things. I can tell you about it later if you like.” I wonder what happened.

“Emmett?” Carlisle said his name gently. He looked up. “I imagine you want to know what happened to you and what the fire was.” Emmett nodded. “Now, what I’m about to tell you will seem impossible, but please listen.” He checked to make sure he had Emmett’s full attention, then took a deep breath. “The reason you felt a fire was because I bit you and let my venom into your system. The venom changed you, and healed all your wounds within the period of three days. Because of this change, you’ve become a vampire, Emmett.”

He raised his eyebrows. “A vampire? You’re kidding! They don’t exist.”

“I assure you, Emmett, they do.”

“You’re serious? This isn’t some strange joke?”

I shook my head. “No, it isn’t.”

He was silent for a moment. “Okay, so what does this vampire thing entail?”

“What?” I chocked out. “That easy? No arguments about how it can’t be real? No denial?”

He shrugged. “Why would you lie about something like this? All I can do is accept it. Besides, I know funny, and this wouldn’t be a very amusing joke.”

We were all shocked, though Carlisle hid it better than the rest of us. Rosalie was having a hard time processing his reaction.

“So, how did I come to be here?” he asked.

Rosalie’s thoughts became chaotic. She was nervous beyond belief. Suddenly, I heard a thought of hers clearly. What if he hates me?!

Rosalie POV

I was so worried. What if he despised me for bringing him to Carlisle? I wouldn’t be able to stand it. Carlisle wouldn’t be able to describe what happened in the woods too well. That job was up to me. I took in a deep breath.

“Before we begin telling you what being a vampire entails, I believe it would be better to start off in the woods, so as to answer your question of how you ended up here.” Carlisle turned to me. “Rosalie?”

I nodded and turned to Emmett. “I was actually hunting when I smelled your blood. I followed the scent and come upon you and the bear. I thought I would lose control, but somehow I didn’t. Instead of attacking you, I attacked the bear, drained it, and the buried it. You were so near death, and I knew no doctor except for Carlisle could save you, so I picked you up and brought you here.

“When I placed you on the couch, Carlisle confirmed what I already knew: you would need to be changed. He bit you, allowing his venom to enter you’re system. Now you’re changed, and listening to me recount what happened.” I paused. “I’m sorry.” I looked at the floor unable to see the expression on his face. What if he was disgusted with me?

“Rosalie? Please look at me.” I obliged and looked into his crimson eyes. “I’m not angry with you. Thank you for saving my life.”

“What?” I asked in shock. “You don’t hate me for taking your life away?”

“He smiled and shook his head. “No, I don’t. My life was gone the moment that bear hit me, which was my own fault, not yours. So don’t blame yourself.”

I smiled brightly at him. He was so kind and forgiving, and even more good looking as a vampire. I couldn’t wait to get to know him more.

Carlisle cleared his throat to gain our attention. “Well Emmett, now that you know how you came to be in our home, why don’t we start on your other question?” He smiled and nodded, eager for information.

Suddenly, his expression turned thoughtful. “I have one question before we begin. Will I be able to see my family again?”

My smile fell from my face when he asked his question, as did Carlisle’s. I sighed deeply. “I’m sorry, Emmett, but no.”