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The Emmett Chronicles

AU-Twilight- Emmett has been stuck in a coven of mated vampires for seven decades, alone and longing for his own mate. Moving to Forks, Washington was only another step in the monotonous farce in his family's quest to appear human. Little did Emmett know that in this dark and dreary town that he will find his mate-only she's human. M-Lemons & Language


4. Chapter 4-Banter, Banter, and Revelations

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“Death is not the greatest of evils; it is worse to want to die, and not be able to.”

Chapter 4- Banter, Banter, and Revelations


I watched the little minx walk away and shook my head. She looked so fucking good walking away in her little, purple skirt and high heels. The only thing that would have looked better was if she was to return, and I could glimpse her lovely face again—and those ample breasts which taunted me with their movement. I reached up and pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed loudly.

When had Isa learned of our secret? Had we become so damned complacent and careless with the humans that we’ve broadcasted it all over Forks? Who else knew? Carlisle had always so careful, yet here we were, slack-jawed and confused at the beautiful girl’s declaration. We were in such deep waters. The Volturi would shit bricks. This woman screamed danger magnet— a fucking hot enticement, at that. To add to the fun, she pegged our diet choice, as well. I was flabbergasted, to say the least.

“Well I’ll be fucking damned!” I whispered. “How the hell did that little slip of a girl get into my head? She has me totally transfixed, so much, in fact, that I can’t think straight.”

Everyone at the table heard my rant. Edward turned to look at me with his eyebrows raised, smirking at the emotions that were, most definitely, etched across my face.

Edward snorted.

God damned telepath! That jackass thinks he knows every damned thing because he can read my mind.

“Suck my dick, Emmett!” Edward clutched his hands at his side, clearly angered by my internal dialogue. He should just stay out of my head.

“Sorry, I can’t put small things in my mouth, Edward, or I’ll choke to death!” I chuckled.

“Do you really not know what’s going on, Emmett? Your brain doesn’t exactly equate to your brawn, I take it?” Edward scoffed.

Obviously the rest of them knew something that I didn’t.

“Care to share whatever all mighty knowledge ya’all have with me?”

What Isa is to you, dumb ass? Get it straight.” Rosalie chided, grasping her mane of blonde hair and tossing it over her shoulder in irritation.

“Rosalie, what did you eat for breakfast? Bitch Flakes?”

“I’d slap you, but it’d be animal abuse.” Rosalie chuckled, clutching her arms around her chest, trying to stifle her giggles.

Ra ra ra, sis boom bah! All this woman needed was pom-poms and she would be on the varsity, dumb blonde team.

“That girl’s your mate, Emmett,” Jasper drawled and patted me on the back in congratulatory way. “Didn’t you feel the pull and the electricity in her touch or the overwhelmin’ urge to fuck up that Newton kid for touching her ass? You yelled mine fairly loudly. Some of the humans heard.”

My woman? Huh! Didn’t see that coming! Did I really say mine aloud? I swore I only screamed that shit in my mind. Yes, I was coveting her sweet ass pretty hard, and I was definitely angered that, that blonde jock put his hands up the back of Isabella’s skirt. That sweet creamy, delectable skin…Well, shit! Now, I was hard. My dick was taking over my brain.

“Wow! How super romantic,” I said sarcastically, dropping my forehead onto the table. “I’m waiting for someone to yell ‘smile you’re on candid camera!’ How am I supposed to tell her I’m her mate? It’s not like I have decent roll models. Edward saved Rosalie from rapists, Alice snagged Jasper in a diner like a creepy, clairvoyant stalker, and Carlisle found Esme in the morgue. But me, oh no, I found my mate in a god damned school cafeteria. How did life become so fucked up?”

We needed to make fucking greeting cards for Hallmark. This shit was priceless.

“I’m so excited, Emmy bears!” My pixie-sister bounced up and down in her chair like a five year old, clapping her hands together. It was cute but my best friend actions were not endearing, in the least. “I didn’t see this coming! I’m never surprised! If I had known beforehand, I would’ve made you wear something far more suited to Isa’s taste in clothing. She and I will be great friends. I may not be able to see it, but I can feel it.”

“You are such a good friend, Alice that if we were on a sinking ship together and there was only one life jacket… I’d miss you heaps and think of you often. Yet again, I must ask, what am I supposed to say to this girl?”

“That depends, Emmett. You and Jasper have AP Biology with her next hour. Maybe you can yank something charming out of your ass, like flowers or sonnets while ridding in on a jackass. Besides, how would I know how what to say? I’m not at all romantic, nor can I see either of your futures. Remember, I picked up Jazz like a clairvoyant, creepy stalker in a diner,” Alice smiled brightly, her eyes twinkling with excitement

I laughed so hard that my voice boomed throughout the empty lunchroom, swirling around in a crescendo. I loved our banter. “I fucking love you guys!”


Jasper and I were practically late to class. We slid in the door right as the bell rang—ah, saved by the bell. We each grabbed a book off of Mr. Banner’s desk and scoped out the room, looking for a place to sit. Well, I was looking for her. That’s when I saw my lovely mate, sitting on her knees, bent over the table, taking animatedly to one of the girls in front of her. Lucky me— the seat beside her was empty. But that fucker Jasper slid in beside her.

Dill hole. I conjured up as much lust as I muster and sent it his way. Over the years, I have suffered quite a lot of pent up sexual frustration, courtesy of my family, and by god, I was gonna dish it out in droves. My brother practically crumbled in his seat, moaning slightly and trying desperately to regain some semblance of his normally rigid personality and behavior.

I stood over the desk and whispered, so low that the humans couldn’t hear, “That’s right, Major. I have a whole lot more where that came from. Get the fuck out of my seat and quit cock-blocking my mate.”

Jasper crawled off the stool and slunk to the back of the room, falling into an empty desk and looking rather dejected that I’d up-handed him with his own gift. I’m not as dumb as I looked.

Take that you military genius!

Now it was time to wield my charms. Now, I just needed Rose and those damned pom-poms.

Mr. Banner called the class to order and Isa slid off her knees, crossing her legs and linking her fingers together, pretending to pay attention to the teacher but doing a piss poor job of it. She kept sneaking glances at me, and I rewarded her with a dazzling smile. She blushed a lovely shade of pink and dipped her head shyly, adorably chewing on her bottom lip.

Oh, fucking A! How I wished I were that lip!

I leaned over the desk and gently tracing circles onto the back of her hand, feeling the slight tingle between our skin. “So Isa, I believe you owe us an explanation.”

"Do I now? Unfortunately, Mr. Cullen, with your IQ, I don't think you would understand.” She slipped her hand back into her lap, a smirk pulling at the corners of her delectable mouth.

Jasper snorted. “Strike one, ass munch.”

My brows furrowed. Alright, different tactic.

“I apologize for being so arrogant. I would like to invite to our home after school. Perhaps we could discuss this issue in depth.”

"I'm busy after school, Emmett. May I ignore you some other time?" She glanced my way and giggled, pleased with our playful banter.

God, that’s a beautiful sound.

“Isa, please. It’s the least you could do. After all, you did render me unconscious. We’ll call it even. I might even let you do it again.” A brilliant smile spread across my face.

Clearing of a throat echoed throughout the classroom. Mr. Banner was standing five foot away from us with his hands on his hips, clearly irritated. Ah, shit.

“Ms. Swan, Mr. Cullen? Is there something you would like to share with the class?”

“No, Mr. Cullen and I have just been speaking of the state of the Union. Everything that has been happening overseas is quite disturbing.” Isa tossed her lovely, mahogany hair over her shoulder and battered her eyelashes.

Jasper sniggered loudly. I turned my head and glared at him. He had his feet propped up on the table, watching this train wreck with appreciation. Shut the fuck up, I mouthed. This was getting interesting.

Mr. Banner walked over to our table and leaned close to Isa, smiling brightly. “Ms. Swan, are we going to have problems this year? It seems as though all of your teachers have had issues with you today. You think you being the Police Chief’s daughter that you’d have learned some restraint over the years. Please don’t corrupt your lab partner.”

“My father has more important issues to deal with, Mr. Banner…Joe. Why would I corrupt dear Emmett? I really don’t think he’s an angel. Quite the contrary, he might just be the devil in disguise.”

Isa patted me on the shoulder and looked out of the corner of her eye, winking at me. If I could sweat, I might do just that. Her knowing my family’s secret was bad enough, but her flaunting her knowledge was a wholly other thing.

“As far as behaving, did you really believe that three months of contemplation was going to change me? I’ve been a smart ass for seventeen years. Why stop now? It’s coded in my DNA. If I were to behave, I would loose my sense of self.”

The whole class busted up into fits of laughter, including me. Isa was pleased with herself. Mr. Banner rolled his eyes and shook his head, pinching his nose between his thumb and forefinger, turning his back on the two of us and pacing the room. “Alright, now that Isabella has enlightened us with her playful banter, let us get back to biology, shall we? And Isa…” the teacher looked over his shoulder. “Behave.”

“Mmmm huh.” Isa shook her head animatedly.

The rest of class was terribly distracting. My mate was sitting so close—close enough to touch, yet so very far away. I ached for her touch, yearned for her lips on mine. Her very essence called to me—a heady combination of lavenders, lilies, and sunshine— deliciously designed to torture my resolve. She was created for me alone, yet if she were to dismiss me, I would go without question.

Time became excruciating. Isa tormented me. No more coy glances or breathtaking smiles. Her indifference forced me to endure the lackluster lecture and lament the silence between us. When the bell rang, I was slightly crestfallen. I had yet to secure an answer. How I needed that fucking answer—my very fiber craved it, desired the resolution.

I watched as the students and Mr. Banner filled out of the classroom, scrutinizing me for my otherness and my approximation to their friend. My brother, Jasper, eyebrows raised, smirked at me as he walked past my desk, mocking my failed attempts with my mate. I mouthed a few expletives as he stepped across the threshold. He roared with laughter once he reached the hallway, and I hissed at him, only goading his amusement.

Isa stood at her desk, very slowly and meticulously placing items in her shoulder bag. With her last book in hand, she winced and dropped the item. It loudly clattered to the floor. Her hands flew to her head. She slid to the floor and rocked back and forth, mouthing almost unintelligible words. I dropped to my knees and pulled her towards my body—unable to quell the protective instinct. She laid her forehead against my skin and sighed at my cool skin, sinking into my arms like jelly.

“Are you ill, Isabella? Stay with me. Talk to me.”

Shit. I needed to call Carlisle.

“I can see my death, Emmett. It’s too soon! Jesus, it’s too soon! I just had the venom… burning down my throat… Forty-three times…forty-three times. Fuck! I can’t do it again…I just can’t ingest any more! It’ll kill me this time.” Isa shook in my arms, incoherently mumbling. She still clutched her head between her hands, becoming exponentially more frantic as the seconds passed. “It’s too soon, Eleazar.”

Eleazar?Our Eleazar?As in Carmen and Eleazar? My mind reeled with the implication of that declaration. If indeed he was involved with my mate, what the fuck had our cousin done to this poor child? He’s one of us, for Christ sakes! I believed we all valued human life above all else. But experimenting on humans? Surly not. I growled deep in my throat, tightening my grip on my mate as she drifted off into unconsciousness, breath heaving in her chest.

Mother fucker!

I pulled my cell phone outta my pocket and dialed my father’s number, shaking with bottled fury.

The receiver clicked. “Carlisle here.”

“We have problems.”`