When a super-powered serial killer's little brother disappears in Seattle, she sets out to bring him back by any means necessary. Set in Eclipse. Canon through Twilight, New Moon, and beginning of Eclipse. Canon pairings. Alternate Universe. Original Character. Rating for violence and language.
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7. Some Assembly Required
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-Chapter 7: Some Assembly Required-
"Checkmate," I announced for the fourth time in a row.
"Very impressive, Ms. Ambrose," Jasper responded, placing the Chess pieces back on the board. I shook my head and let out a sigh.
"It's my ability at work," I said, "I can understand the game mechanics entirely, so I play a perfect game each time." Suddenly my phone started ringing in my pocket; I pulled it out and checked the caller id – Jacob.
"Hello, Jacob," I answered. Jasper got up and left the room to give me a sense of privacy.
"Why didn't you call?" Jacob asked.
"Because I haven't left yet," I answered, looking out the window at the dark lawn. "And, it's dark out now so I'll probably just fly back to the hotel."
"Fine, fine. Just be careful."
I hung up without answering and glanced at the phone's clock. 10:30 – wow, time really does fly. I put the phone back in my pocket and stood up, stretching my limbs from the hour or so I spent playing Chess. Edward had taken Bella home after I won the first game and hadn't returned yet, Alice was probably with Jasper wherever he was, and I had no idea where the rest of the Cullens were.
Deciding now was as good a time as any to head back and go to bed, I moved out of the room to go let someone know I was leaving. I found Carlisle, Esme, Emmet, and Rosalie conversing in hushed tones in the vast open area next to the staircase. As I entered, Rosalie shot me yet another glare and stormed off to what I think was the door to the garage. Emmet shrugged his shoulders at me and went off after her.
"I'll be heading back now," I told Carlisle and Esme. "Call me if you learn anything else about the Seattle situation."
"Of course we will," Esme answered, "and you be sure to come back here any time." I nodded my head but I wasn't sure I meant it. Keeping my shield up for hours at a time was mentally draining me. I moved to the door, but Carlisle stopped me with a hand on my shoulder – or as near to my shoulder as my shield would allow him.
"I understand you would get home faster by yourself," Carlisle said, "but would you consider letting me drive you to the hotel you're staying at? I have something I'd like to discuss with you."
I turned my head to look at him for a moment before muttering out "sure." He led me out to the garage – although Emmet and Rosalie were nowhere to be found – and into his black Mercedes.
We were all the way to the highway back to Forks before he started talking. "I realize you have a place to stay, Emily, but Esme and I would like to offer you a room at our house."
I turned my head to look at Carlisle with suspicion clear in my expression. "Why do you want me to stay with you?"
"Because it's the right thing to do," he replied without hesitating, "and because you've given us quite a bit of first hand information on the Seattle situation." A tingle ran down my spine.
"You want to try that again?" I said, my hand inching toward my knife. Carlisle let out a chuckle.
"I find your abilities…interesting," he said as we passed the 'Welcome to Forks' sign. "Edward explained to me how you…gained them, for lack of a better word, and I can't help but wonder…"
He was being truthful so I said nothing, allowing him to continue.
"You say you share the same ability with your brother, Ryan, but you never…he's still alive," Carlisle flinched from his poor choice of words and shook his head, "What I mean is you never had to kill him to gain his ability for yourself."
I quickly put together what he was saying and I can honestly say I was caught by surprise. I had had Ryan's ability for so long that it almost felt, on an instinctual level, as though it was my gift instead of an acquired power. "I've never thought of that, Carlisle, but you're right. What are you getting at?"
"Well, I'd like to see if you could gain another ability without killing, like you did with your brother. I don't know the specifics of your power, of course, but perhaps being in close proximity with a gifted individual would help the process?"
"Plus," I added, "Edward can be sure I don't go off to kill his mate when he's around to protect her."
Carlisle grimaced. "You'll understand if Edward feels…protective of Bella, and doesn't fully trust you yet." I shrugged. "What with Victoria, vampires in Seattle, and the vampire that was in her room…trouble just seems to follow Bella around."
Oh yes. This had also been explained to me. Apparently an unknown vampire snuck into Bella's room when she wasn't there and stole some of her clothes. Charlie – Bella's father – wasn't killed, but it had unsettled everyone that a vampire could get that close to her without setting off Alice's fortune telling alarm. I pondered whether or not to take Carlisle up on his offer. The Cullens already knew where I was staying, and if I moved Alice could still see where I went. Staying on the reservation would keep them away, but then I had rampaging werewolves to deal with.
"I'm in," I said, "as long as it's Edward's power we work on first. He could use a dose of his own medicine and I've always wanted to be able to read minds."
"Alice has probably already told Esme by now," He said with a small laugh as we pulled up to the hotel. "The room should be ready by tomorrow – if not sooner. I'll ask Edward to help."
"I'll see you then," I said as I climbed out and headed for my room.
"You could have come and stayed here!"
"No offence, Jacob, but your entire tribe is kind of poor," I spoke across the room to my phone as I went about brushing my teeth and putting on a pair of new clothes. "Plus, Sam and a few others give me the impression they wouldn't mind if I suddenly dropped dead."
"We could work something out with the council. You could sleep at my house and-"
"No!" I cut him off as I zipped up my backpack and moved over to the phone, switching it off speakerphone. "If you continue with this overprotective obsession of yours I will get a new phone number. Goodbye, Jacob." I ended the call and slung the backpack over my shoulder. After putting my backpack and laptop in my car, I walked to the pitiful excuse for a hotel front desk and checked out of my room and raided the vending machines. Mountain Dew and Pop Tarts, breakfast of champions. I got back into my car and drove off to the Cullen's house.
Esme greeted me at the door like a stereotypical housewife and led me up to the guest bedroom on the third floor. I was impressed, though I'm not sure why. It was the standard super huge, super clean, bright type of room with a large glass window-slash-door replacing the back wall and a four-poster bed in the middle – which was also large. Of course there was a bathroom attached and a walk-in closet, though I didn't have enough clothes with me to warrant the latter's use.
"Yeah, Jacob can go fuck himself," I muttered under my breath as I lay down on the bed. Esme, who I completely forgot was standing in the doorway, raised her eyebrows like she wanted to scold me for my use of the 'f-word.' I shook my head and got up off the bed. "It's great, Esme, thanks for letting me stay here."
"It's no trouble." She said. "Let me know if you need anything." With that, she left me to my own devices.
I went down into the living room area where Emmet frequently played video games but no one was there. In fact, the whole house seemed to be silent. Oh, wait, it's Monday today. That means Edward and Alice are at school and Carlisle is at the hospital – which would apparently be extremely difficult for the average vampire. I decided to see what kind of cars vampires drive and headed in the direction of the garage.
The scene before me made let out a small laugh. Emmet sat on the ground, holding up a red sports car of some kind with one hand without any effort. He turned and grinned at me as I walked in. Underneath the vehicle was who I thought was Rosalie, although I would have never pegged her as the type of person to go anywhere near the underside of a car. Suddenly she slid out and glared at me. "What do you want?" Oh yes, definitely Rosalie.
"My brother back," I said nonchalantly. "You need some help with your car?"
She snorted at me and slid back under the car. "Hold here, Emmet," she said, and he shifted his hand to the new spot.
I walked around to the front of the car by Emmet – which was still jacked up in the air – and levitated myself high enough to look under the open hood. Although I had absolutely no clue what any of the things in the car were called, my ability started analyzing anyway. I was surprised how optimized it was. It wasn't my level of perfect, no, but still very good work. I touched back down to the ground and crouched low, extending my arm under the car.
"If you shorten this pipe here," I gestured to one of the many running from the hood to various places underneath the car, "you'll get about point-one-two more miles-per-gallon more without impacting any of the other stats."
Rosalie slid closer to the pipe I was pointing out and eyed it for a few seconds before reluctantly telling me I was right.
"Bad ass…" Emmet said to me, letting the car slip less than an inch.
"Emmet! Keep it steady!" Rosalie snapped from beneath the car.
Satisfied with our short bonding experience, I went back inside the house and up into my room to wait for Carlisle to get back.
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