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....
8. Two Hearts as One
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Things were progressing smoothly, the days short while the nights seemed longer. Everyone was busy packing since we would be moving. I felt guilty that they had to move because I was changed, no matter how many times they had told me not to worry.
Carlisle brought a newspaper home a few days before that held my obituary. Apparently, my death was something big since nothing like my disappearance had ever happened before. There was even a picture from my funeral. When I saw it, I felt my heart, however silent, ache. The picture was my human family gathered around Isabella, her faced looking broken, tear stained, and filled with grief.
No one from my new family took a second glance at the photograph, trying to make it easier on me. Though none of them knew, I tore the picture from the newspaper and placed it in one of the books given to me so I could always see them whenever I wanted to.
Rosalie and Esme were always around, usually trying to pack while Edward helped Carlisle pack at the hospital since Carlisle was busy with last minute patients before we were set to leave.
I walked down the stairs and into the living room, taking a seat on one of the couches. They would be the last pieces of furniture to move, if in fact it would be moved. Esme was still undecided about it. I sighed and leaned back, fixing my eyes on the ceiling.
I hadn't given it much thought before, and that brought on a load of guilt. Would my family be okay? Would Bella be okay? I was worried about her. That photograph didn't give me much confidence about her well being, she looked so lost.
I knew my parents, and especially my brothers, would make sure nothing would happen to her, or hurt her. I was still worried of course, what older brother wouldn't be? She was so prone to injuring herself. If only I could see her, or let her know I wasn't really dead. However, I knew that was impossible. Besides, with the bloodlust, I wanted to make sure I stayed far away to keep her safe.
I sighed again, closing my eyes to the light. A shadow passed across where I knew the light to be. The couch sank down on my left side and I opened my eyes to see Rosalie sitting there, looking like the angel she was, as always. She gave me a kind smile, which I immediately returned, and shifted a little closer.
"What were you thinking about that had you sighing so much?" she asked.
"My human family," I told her softly. She nodded.
"I understand. It won't ever go away fully, no matter how long eternity lasts, but it will get easier. All of us remember our human lives most of the time, or at the least part of it. Some memories fade, but the strongest last forever, from what I've seen and heard anyway.
"Just ask any of the others, especially Carlisle and Edward. Esme remembers much, but some things are fuzzy for her." I nodded. "Are you afraid you'll forget your human life…or someone from it?" she asked quietly. She took my silence as a yes. "A special girl?"
"Very special," I replied, noticing that her eyes became sad. I smiled slightly. "I could never forget her, never would I want to." She shifted slightly, trying to subtly move away from me. I grabbed her hand to hold her in place, squeezing it lightly so she would face me. "My little sister."
She breathed out swiftly, as if in relief, and smiled. I shook my head at her, my smile widening. Rosalie's demeanor seemed to brighten considerably after my statement about Bella. It was somewhat amusing, and she looked so adorable.
It seemed like we sat there, gazing at each other for an immeasurable amount of time. I realized that I was still holding her hand and our proximity to one another was somewhat closer. I could feel her breath on my face like a cool breeze, sweet and calming. I took it all in, never wanting to move from my position.
However, she ducked her hear when she also realized how close we were. If I were to lean any further, our noses would have touched, as well as our lips. I smiled internally at the though, wishing it would happen. What was holding me back was the fact that I wasn't sure if she felt the same way. I didn't want to offend her or seem like I was forcing myself on her.
I looked at her, watching her blonde locks cascade down her back. I sighed again, wondering the same thing over and over: Would this beautiful angel ever be mine?
As horrible as it might sound, I was absolutely pleased that the special girl he spoke of was his younger sister. I would have been devastated if he had been enamored with someone from his human life and had been taken away from her. My heart would have broken if he had been pining for her while I in turn pined for him.
I wasn't too sure as to the reason why I had such strong feelings for Emmett. We had met not too long ago. However, the time of our meeting was not stopping my heart from feeling for him.
I watched him, remembering the day Carlisle brought home the newspaper holding Emmett's own obituary. It pained me greatly to see his usually happy face fall so quickly. There was also a picture that went with it of his funeral, his human family starring in it. I suspected that was the reason behind his few solitary days in his room.
My spirits lifted as I thought about the feel of my hand in his. It was perfect, like we were made to fit together, meant to find each other. Should I tell him? I pondered that question over and over. Would he reject me?
I sighed, trying to clear my mind of my endless questions. Emmett looked over to me and grinned.
"And what are you sighing about, Miss Rosalie?" he asked, humor twinkling in his eyes. I couldn't help but return his smile before I answered, hesitating slightly.
"Just a few things that I'm trying to sort out." He raised and eyebrow at my response and shook his head.
"Anything more specific?"
I wondered again if I should admit my feelings for him. But what if he didn't feel the same and it made things awkward between us? Could I deal with that?
I looked up to find him watching me closely, studying my expression for any clues. I held in another sigh, thought that one was of resignation. I decided that it was time to tell him, to let him know how he made me feel in such a short time.
"Emmett, what if I said I had something to tell you?" I asked him.
"I would say that I would listen closely." He grinned. "What if I said I had something to tell you?"
"I would say that I would listen quite carefully and attentively, without a doubt." His grin widened and a smile slipping onto my own face.
"So Miss Rose, what is it you wanted to tell me?" I hesitated once more as he finished asking his question. Now it wasn't if I should tell him, but how.
"I'm not sure how to tell you, Emmett. It's much more difficult than it sounds." I took a deep breath and glanced at him, seeing the interested and adorably expectant expression on his face. "I feel connected to you. I can't really explain it."
"Yes you can," Emmett replied, smiling slightly. "Just simplify it; it's easier than you think."
I took another breath in, realizing Emmett was right. I spent too much time over analyzing my own feelings. All it came down to was one very simple thing: whether or not I loved him.
I turned my position on the couch to face him more fully, catching his eyes in my own. I kept my gaze on his for a few moments, preparing myself to say the words that could make or break whatever relationship we had to one another at the time. With another deep breath, I was ready. It would come out, possibly, as a random sentence blurted out, but at least it would come out.
"Emmett…I love you."
I was shocked into complete silence as I heard her say those words; the words I longed to hear leave her lips since my new life began. Her tawny eyes were shining brilliantly, like gems I would always treasure, speaking volumes.
I tried to find my voice quickly, so I could respond. I didn't want her to believe that I did not return her affections when I did. I took a deep breath, noting that Rosalie had done so quite a few times only moments before, and took her hand gently in mine. With my other hand, I cupped her right cheek and smiled.
"Rosalie, you captured my heart the moment I saw you. You were my angel when I was in hell. For all the things that I've done and all the people I've left behind, I can't regret being changed and meeting you. I wouldn't take it back for anything, because you make is worth it. I love you."
If crying were possible, Rosalie would have had tears running down her beautiful face like tiny rivers. I rubbed her cheek gently with my thumb, then leaned in and pressed my lips to hers in a sweet kiss.
I pulled away and looked at her face, watching as a dazed smile spread itself across her face. I was positive that I looked no different.
I pulled her closer to me as I leaned down for another kiss. I felt her relax against me and press closer, making my heart swell. I couldn’t be any happier than I was at that moment. It was like nothing I had ever felt before.
As we broke apart, I placed her in my lap so I could be even closer to her, enfolding her in my arms. I inhaled her sweet scent as she placed her head on my shoulder. We didn't speak because we it wasn't a necessity. We were content with sitting together, in each other's presence.
I wasn't sure how long we sat in the living room, but I heard a light step on the floor above me and then a soft voice spoke. "And then there was one."
Rosalie and I both turned to see Edward standing at the top of the stairs leaning on the nearest wall, smiling down at us. We said nothing to him, just stared back at his smiling face, his own looking at our content ones. I was sure he could hear my thoughts as well, and I hoped he didn't feel lonely. He only shook his head.
"Congratulations." With one last smile and nod of his head, he turned and strode back to his room, shutting his door with a soft sound.
I turned back to Rosalie to see her smiling, and I knew that her brother had just given his approval. Well, he was my brother now as well. I smiled back at her and kissed her softly again, feeling calm and at peace with everything around me for once in both my lives.
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