Emmett left a very big piece of his heart behind in his human life. Now he keeps it all for himself, loving his memories. Jasper is as alone as Edward, but he's happy just having his brothers and sisters at his side. *cough cough* Alice isn't his mate *cough cough* This starts off just a week or so into New Moon. The cullens are gone, but the towns population only went down by five. When Tessa and her good old uncle Finn arrive, they just might shake everyone's lives to the core.
I came up with this because I just love how teddy bear-ish Emmett is and I wanted to see how things would play out if he had a little sister to torture.
1. Chapter 1
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I loved her. She was definitely the most important woman in my entire life. It was hard to go even a day without hearing her voice or seeing her smile. Every night I'd stretch out on our couch with my head in her lap and I'd listen while she read her favorite stories. She used to love books so much. My little bookworm. My beautiful little Emillea.
I'd wanted to see her. When I woke up - after I got over the shock of being a monster with an angel at his side - I'd wanted to see my Milly. I couldn’t, Carlisle told me. He said I would hurt her. He said I would scare her. My Milly, my fierce lion of a flower, he thought I would scare her? But when I saw myself - my eyes, my skin, my face - I knew I would never see my Milly again. By now she'd be gone, probably. Emillea had always said she would never let herself grow old and haggard. She meant everything she bothered to say so I knew that she was gone. My Emillea.
I never let Edward hear me think about her. When he was around I put all my thoughts and memories of her in the back of my mind. She was mine. I never shared her with any other man before and I wouldn't share her with him. Even if Edward was my brother and was probably the closest any man came to being acceptable for my Milly. Neither he nor Jasper were deserving of my lovely, shining star Emillea. I only let myself think of her when I was alone. When I was sure no prying minds, or ears or whatever, would find her I remembered her. The Fair Queen of my human heart.
Of course, Rosalie didn't know of her either. She wouldn't understand. I loved Rose just as much as I loved Milly - only in a completely separate way. My Rose could never replace my Milly, but neither could my Milly couldn't possibly up stand my Rose. They were tied in the war they didn't know they were in. I wanted the one just as much as I needed the other. It was torture to be without my Emillea - worse when I knew she was alive - and I knew it would be just as terrible to be without Rosalie. Rose was my angel and Milly was my horizon. Tied.
After Bella came I started noticing little things about her that reminded me of Emillea. Little quirks like the way she held her brows when she thought about something she didn't like, the way she walked when she was happy, how her lips just barely uneven when they curved to smile. I could let out some of my pent up love for my beloved human on my brother's. It wasn't the nearly the same, but Bella was fun. I learned to love her for her, too, but I still missed my Milly.
I loved the way my body felt when I ran full out. It felt like I could fly if I jumped. It was like all of my all ready heightened sense were heightened even further. I could see every tiny, insignificant detail of each and every tiny, insignificant pine needle as I sped past them at far past impossible speeds. I could taste every speck of water and dust clinging to the air. I could feel the wind as it lashed fruitlessly at my exposed skin. I could smell every plant, animal and person that had left their marks in the woods. I could hear the sound of my sire, Asher, fallowing close behind me.
"I'm not going to fast for you, am I, old man?" I called louder than I needed to
"Of course not, my dear, I'm only letting you lead so I don't have to hear you breathing down my neck." he laughed "Focus on where you’re going. We don't want you running into any trees."
I had never run into anything in my entire undead life. Hearing my only friend left in the world making jokes like that made me smile. Finian sounded so much like...well, he had a similar sense of humor. Everything was funny to him and what was funny to him was funny to everyone. You couldn't not smile. Finn had always been like that, ever since I met him over seventy years ago.
Back then I was alone. I'd lost the only person in the world I let myself rely on and I'd wasted away. Back then I wanted to die. I wanted that horrible, empty human life to be over and so when Finian came and found me drowning in my depression he offered to help me in the only way he could. He turned me into a vampire. He made me this beautiful, powerful creature that I was now. He gave me the freedom to be here, he gave me the gift of my strength and he gave me his all. He became my family. He didn't replace what I had last but he distracted me from my loneliness well enough to keep me from burning myself alive. He kept me happy.
We traveled around the world, living like humans...well, as close to human as we could. We didn't hunt them. Finian had before, but in the end he couldn't put down his morals enough to continue. As for me, I had never fed from a human in my existence. I found it disgusting. Every vampire had once been a human - any who would kill one to drink their blood was a cannibal. It was that simple. We had no interest in cannibalism. We were the vampire version of P.I.T.A.
We were headed for Seattle to pick up our new car. It wouldn't do to show up running to our new town. It would scare the humans. Besides, Finn liked cars nearly as much as I liked running. He drove at only about half the speed, though, since there weren't many cars that could take the strain. Even with the sluggish pace cars brought us down to we would still reach our new town in less than an hour. Forks, Washington, one of the most overcast places in America. The Human population was minimal and the wildlife population in the surrounding forest was large enough to feed even a coven ten times our size. Perfect.
When we reached the car lot in Seattle we were greeted by anxious and awed salesmen. Our car was ready and waiting as Finn had requested when he'd called earlier. A sleek 2007 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500-H. A nearly perfect gunmetal paint job with shiny chrome rims and a luxurious black leather and mahogany interior. I was most certainly in love and it only got better under the hood - a thundering V-8 engine with 500 horsepower. Drooling yet? I was (well, not literally, but still).
I slipped into the passenger seat knowing the Finn would want first dibs on driving a car this lovely. He always pulled the 'adult, sire, born first, made you' card whenever there was something we both wanted for ourselves. It wasn't really fair, but I learned to placate him. He threw tantrums that would rival even the most spoiled toddler's. They were quite funny to watch, but I had trouble containing my laughter and that just made the tantrums turn into full out outrage.
The ride to Forks was as quiet as I would have expected. Finian and I were very close but neither of us were much for conversation. We each had our minds busy with our own thoughts so we weren't uncomfortable in silence. A vampire’s thoughts were never silent. I knew very well that I didn't at all want to know the every thought of one of my kind.
When I was human he always told me...no, that's not true. There were many things he never told me. I always tried not to think about my mortal days. I had been betrayed and abandoned and I was never even given an explanation. The most important person to me in that life left one day and then never came back. He said he would. I waited for him, but he never came back. He said he'd protect me, but in the end I was alone. He left me on my own; my Emmett.
When we reached Forks, Finn set to work right away. He had had our furniture and other things sent to our new home ahead of us. The house would be just as fine for us if it was empty, but humans had furniture. We didn't want to let on to our true nature. Finian ran around the house arranging and rearranging couches and chairs and tables and blah de blah blah blah... None of that stuff really mattered at all to me. I was fine with even just the bare minimum - a couch in the living room, a table and two chairs in the dining room, a bed and couple of dressers. Finian thought it was important to have a fully decorated house with all the trimmings that can still be comfortable for human to be in. He just liked to make things look pretty. I didn't get it. Humans didn't come to our houses. No matter where we went it was the same, humans know to stay away. They don't know they know but their bodies know even if they don't.
I knew he'd be busy for while so I left him to it so I could get something to eat. When I hunted I was more like a creature than a person. I stalked my prey with complete confidence and focused almost entirely on the kill. It was because of that 'almost' that I smelled it; vampires. It was not my scent, and not Finn's. We were on someone else's territory.
I could clearly smell them. I wasn't sure how many there were, but by the strength and mixture of the scent it was obvious that there were more of them than there were us and it hadn't been very long since they had walked the same land I walked then. I stopped and debated whether or not I should just go back and demand that Asher pack everything up and leave. I decided to eat first. I was hungry.
My favorite food was timber wolf. They tasted the best. No timber wolves, though. I caught a small herd of elk and took down a doe. I wasn't in the mood to play with my food the way I knew I would if I hunted a buck. Herbivores were kind of nasty, but they were good enough. The doe did the job so I headed back to Asher after I'd finished with her.
Finian was sitting on the back porch when I returned. He fit into the lush green of Washington perfectly. He had set up a little glass table with a few winding iron chairs and a beautiful wooden porch swing. I had always loved his classic romance novel appearance, long curly blonde hair, paper white skin, haunting hazel eyes, perfect full lips...every part of him screamed masculine. But, of course, Asher was a vampire and vampires were naturally (or unnaturally) beautiful.
"Finn, we've got a problem." I called as I reached the porch
"And what's that, dear?" he smiled
"Vampires." I said and sat down beside him on the porch swing
"Vampires? We have a problem with vampires?" he laughed a little and smirked "Back to self-loathing are you, Tessa, my dear?"
"No. We have to leave. I was hunting and I picked up another coven's scent." it wasn't too hard to keep from smiling at his teasing "This is someone else's territory, Finn."
He didn't seem all that surprised "Really? And you think we should just leave, do you, my dear?"
"Well, we can't just stay here." I was starting to get a little annoyed with him
"I think we should. Of course, we'll have to greet our new neighbors if we do. Or we could just let them come to greet us. If they care about this land at all, they'll realize soon that we're here and they'll want to see us. How many are there?" he was so at ease I might as well have just told him I'd seen a flock of geese
"More than us." I gaped at him in confusion
"Alright. You have school tomorrow, do you want to get a little sleep before the big show?" he pat my arm and stood, offering his hand
I stared at him for a moment. I did want to go to bed, but I was still concerned about this other coven. I figured I could just make him tell me when I woke up. I took his hand and let him lead me to my bed so I could sleep. He sat down on the bed with his shoulder pressed to the wall and patted the spot beside him. I climbed up and snuggled into his chest. He pet my hair and hummed softly until I loosened the chords of my mind enough to make myself fall asleep.