My Two Treasures Chapters 5-7
Title: My Two Treasures 5/?
Fandom: Twilight
Author: Magos186
Summary: Before Emmett became a Cullen he had a sister he was raising. What happened when she was told he “died” from a bear attack? What became of her? Will they ever see each other again?
Pairings: R/Em, C/Es, A/Ed, eventual B/J
Rating: T for mild language
Word Count: 3,578
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters are property of S.M.
A/N: THE FIRST FOUR CHAPTERS ARE LOCATED IN THE PREVIOUS ENTRY!
A/N: Important fact: Emmett was changed in 1935. Bella was changed in 1941. I’m not sure when Alice and Jasper showed up at the Cullen’s according to S.M. but in my story they show up in the Seventies.
Bella’s POV
Before I knew what was happening, the caramel haired woman had her arms wrapped tight around me and I could tell that if it was possible, she’d be crying. “I’m so happy to meet you,” she said as she pulled back a bit. She stared into my face for a moment, taking in my features before whispering, “You look like your brother.”
“Uh…thank you,” I replied awkwardly. I had no idea who this woman was. She seemed to realize that and quickly said, “I’m sorry dear. I’m Esme, Carlisle’s wife.”
“She’s our mother for all intents and purposes,” Em added. “The tiny pixie over there is my adoptive sister Alice. Edward and Jasper seem to have disappeared. You can meet them later. And this lovely woman,” he said, holding his hand out towards the blond who took it with a smile, “is my wife Rosalie.”
I could tell she wanted to hug me too, but she was restraining herself. She probably didn’t want to scare me. “You have no idea how happy I am to finally meet you,” she said with a wide grin. “Emmett’s told me so much about you I feel like I’ve known you your whole life.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Rosalie,” I replied with a smile of my own. I was happy that Emmy had found someone to love…someone who clearly loved him. It filled me with joy to know he’d had someone to look after him all these years. “I look forward to getting to know you. I’ve never had a sister before.” I didn’t think it was possible, but her grin grew even wider when I said this. I turned back to the other three before speaking again. “I’m sure you’d all like to know my story and in time I will tell you, but do you mind if I speak to my brother in private first?”
‘Of course not,” Carlisle replied. “You two have much to talk about. I’m sure we can all go hunt for a few hours.”
“No, please. This is your home. You don’t have to leave. We can go to my motel.”
“Are you sure?” Esme asked. I didn’t answer I simply nodded. “Alright. You promise you’ll come back?”
“I promise. I would like to learn more about the people my Emmy has been living with.”
Em whispered a quick goodbye to his wife before grabbing my hand and leading me out a side door into the garage. A few cars were covered, signifying they weren’t used that often. Uncovered were a silver Volvo, a red M3, and a silver Jeep. There was also a red and black Ducati in the corner. I assumed, based on my brother’s size alone, that the Jeep belonged to him. I was proven right when he headed for it, opening the passenger door for me and helping me into it. He ran to the driver’s side and quickly started the car. “Are you staying at that place over on Main Street at the edge of town?”
“The Weary Traveler, yes.”
No other word was spoken during the drive. Now that we were alone, we were both nervous about how to proceed. It had been 75 years since we last saw each other, since we last spoke…neither of us was quite sure what to say or where to begin. Nothing says family reunion like a big, awkward silence.
Minutes later we pulled into the motel parking lot and I told Emmett where my room was located. He drove around back and parked a spot away from my Impala. When he noticed the car, he whistled. “Is that yours?” He asked as we got out of the Jeep.
“Yes, this is Shadow.”
“You always had a name for everything,” he recalled with a smile. I smiled back as I led him to the door of my room. After letting him in, I asked him to wait while I grabbed something from the car. I hurried to the trunk and pulled out the white cloth duffel bag I’d used when I ran away all those years ago. I don’t use it for much anymore as I have other suitcases/duffels for my clothing and belongings. That cloth duffel now only holds the things from the house in Tennessee, which is what I currently needed.
I quickly grabbed the bag and walked into the room. Emmett was sitting on the bed waiting for me. I took off my leather jacket, tossing it on the bed near my brother before pulling over a chair so we could talk facing each other. “So…do you want to go first?” Em asked softly.
“Why don’t you go first? I think your tale will be happier to hear.”
“Uh…alright. Well, as you know, the day I disappeared I was hunting. I don’t really remember much. Somehow, the bear got a hold of me and tore me to shreds. I thought I was going to die. I remember thinking how sorry I was that I was going to leave you…but then I saw a beautiful angel. She picked me up in her arms and carried me somewhere. When I opened my eyes, I saw a kind faced blond man with golden eyes. I thought he was God. Really it was just Carlisle. The angel was Rosalie. She had been out hunting nearby and she smelt my blood. She killed the bear that attacked me and carried me to Carlisle so he could change me for her. She didn’t think she’d have the strength to stop if she tried to do it.
“Anyway…after I woke up, all I could think about was you. I begged them to let me go back to you, to let me make sure you were all right, but they wouldn’t let me. They said that I was too unstable…said if I could show good enough control by the end of my newborn year that I could go find you. I worked so hard to control the thirst…for you. Every day I worked at it so I could get back to you. When my year was finally up, Carlisle and Edward, he’s one of my brothers, took me back to the house, but you were gone. Someone else was living there. Edward and I stayed back while Carlisle went to talk to them. They told him you disappeared after you found out I was dead. I was heartbroken. I tried so hard to find you Izzy. We spent so many years looking, but nothing. We couldn’t find a trace of you anywhere. Thirty years I searched, never finding anything. Eventually I just had to realize I was never going to see you again. But Rosie was hopeful. She believed we’d meet again one day. I’m so damn happy she was right!” Em picked up my hands and held them in his, staring into my eyes, his own eyes filled with love, happiness, and peace. “I missed you so much Izzy.”
“I missed you too Emmy.”
“Now what’s your story?”
“Wait a minute, that can’t be it. You haven’t told me about your life since you were turned,” I protested. Really I was just stalling, although I made a mental note to get something or do something for Rosalie for saving my brother.
“Fine, fine. Let’s see…Rose had me turned to save me and because I was her mate, but due to the circumstances of her own change, she had trouble trusting people. She still has trouble trusting people. It took us a few years, but I helped her to work through the pain of what happened to her and she helped me with the loss of my sister. We were married, for the first time, in 1945. Edward was my best man. He’s a good brother. He was the first person Carlisle turned. He was seventeen; dying, and his mother asked the good doctor to save her son. Carlisle had been wandering a few hundred years by himself so he turned Edward to save him. The cool, but annoying thing about him is he can read minds. It’s annoying because he can’t turn it off, but it’s still cool. He always hears when I’m thinking about you and he’s always been there for me. I don’t usually turn to him, but it’s nice to know he’s there if I want to talk, ya know?
“So right…I have a brother and a wife. Carlisle’s the coven leader and is like our father and Esme is our mother. It was nice to finally have real parents after all those years of not having them. I guess that’s why I always call them mom and dad. Esme’s the sweetest, most caring woman you could ever meet. She has so much love in her heart and she constantly makes sure we know how much she loves us.
“For a long time it was just the five of us. We moved every few years, Carlisle working as a doctor and us ‘kids’ going to school. We’ve been to high school a lot over the decades. We’ve been to college a few times too. It’s fun I guess. One day in 1973, we came home from school to find two vampires sitting in our living room. One was a girl, short, with spiky black hair and yellow eyes. The other was a guy, tall, with wavy blond hair and orange eyes. It was obvious he hadn’t been an animal drinker for long. They introduced themselves, Alice and Jasper. Alice has visions of the future, based on decisions, and she saw Jasper was looking for a different way to live. He’s an empath. He could feel everything his victims felt as he drank from them and it was killing him. Alice had had visions of our family before and knew that she could live off animals, but Jasper never knew that. The pixie tracked him through her visions and when she found him, they came to us. We’ve been helping Jasper with his control ever since, but it’s hard for him. If he were by himself, his control would rival Carlisle’s, but living with five other vampires and being able to feel their bloodlust? Everyone thinks he’s weak because he’s slipped a few times, but I think he’s incredibly strong to be feeling our bloodlust constantly and only have slipped a few times.”
“Wow,” I whispered, clearly impressed by what Emmett was telling me. I couldn’t imagine how horrible it must be for poor Jasper to have to go through that. I could however take solace in the fact that I would not add to his troubles as I felt no lust for blood.
“So that’s my life. I have an amazing wife, kind parents, two brothers and an itty-bitty pixie as an adoptive sister. Alice and I aren’t that close though. I felt like having another sister was a betrayal to you. Anyway…I think it’s time to tell me what happened to you Isabella Marie.”
Oh no, he whipped out the full name. He usually reserved that for when I was in trouble. I guess there’s no point in delaying the inevitable. I was dreading it though. I knew it was going to hurt him. “I suppose I should start the day you ‘died.’”
Emmett’s POV
“I suppose I should start the day you ‘died,’” she said quietly. I knew Izzy didn’t want to talk about it. I could tell she wanted to protect me from her pain, but I needed to know. I was especially curious about the necklace she was wearing. “I was waiting for you on the porch,” she began, pulling me from my thoughts. “I had a bad feeling and as the night wore on and you didn’t return, the feeling got worse. Eventually I saw Zachary. He was coming towards the house slowly, something in his hands that I couldn’t quite make out. I went inside, leaving the front door open for him. He followed me in and placed what he was holding on the kitchen table. Your jacket was torn up and bloody. Your knife had blood on it too. But what sealed the deal for me was this,” she said as she pulled something out of the duffel bag at her feet. She slowly unwrapped the white cloth around the object and handed it to me. My mouth fell open in shock. It was my Remington side-by-side shotgun. My fingers softly, lovingly traced over the “I+E Forever” carved into the stock. “This was how I knew I’d lost you forever. I left Zach in the kitchen while I quickly packed some clothes and the copy of The Secret Garden you bought me before moving on to your room. I pulled on your black flannel shirt, your favorite, added our photo album to the bag, along with your gun and this.” She reached into the bag again and pulled out something I never, ever expected to see again. My bear tooth necklace.
“I can’t believe you kept that,” I whispered, my voice awed.
“It was your most treasured possession. I couldn’t abandon it.”
“Second most. You were my most treasured possession from the day you were born Izzy. Thank you for returning my two treasures to me. I suppose I should return yours to you.”
She looked at me with a puzzled face, clearly confused. I moved the gun and necklace next to me on the bed before reaching under the collar of my shirt. When I pulled out the locket, Izzy’s eyes filled with venomous tears that could never be shed. “I have never taken this off. Not once since you gave it to me that day. It may have taken me over seventy years, but I’ve finally brought your two treasures home to you Baby Bell.” She jumped from the chair into my lap, wrapping her arms tight around my neck.
“Thank you Papa Bear,” she whispered, sobbing.
“This was all I had left of you. I’d sit for hours just looking at the pictures inside. I’d dream about where you were, what you were doing, if you were happy. Were you ever happy Izzy?”
She pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes before snuggling against my chest like she did when she was younger. “I was happy…for a while. After I packed everything, I gave Zach the keys to the house. I told him it was his now and he could do with it what he wanted, as well as the animals in the barn. All except Smokey.”
“Evil damn horse,” I muttered, earning me a smack on the chest.
“Don’t you dare insult my baby Emmett Matthew McCarty! I loved that horse and he loved me. He was my only companion for fifteen years.” Fifteen years? Wait. I’m confused. Izzy said she’s twenty and she was married. That means she had someone beside the horse…
“I’m confused. You said you got married.”
“I did. I set out on Smokey with the things in my pack. We traveled, only stopping when he needed nourishment or rest. I barely ate. I barely slept. I was so lost in my grief. About a week after we left home, I fell off the horse unconscious. A man named Samuel Warren found me. He nursed me back to health. He took care of me…let me live with him. He was a widower with no family, just a small house and farm. As payment for taking me in, I helped him work the farm. It was hard work, but it took my mind off things. After a while, Sam convinced me that you would want me to go on living…that you wouldn’t want me to continue simply going through the motions of life. He was right. I knew you’d want me to get over your loss and live again…feel joy again. So I started living. Sam and I did everything together. Over the years we fell in love. When I was seventeen we married. It was a very small wedding; just us and a few of his friends. A year later I gave birth to a son. Matthew.” I couldn’t help but smile. She named her son after me. I bet he was adorable. Izzy sat up a bit, pulling off her necklace and opening it. So it wasn’t another locket. I was relieved. It was a compass…odd thing to wear, but okay. She held it up to me and on the inside of the lid I could see the picture. It was of a blond man; I assumed that was her husband and a young blond haired little boy, maybe two years old. That had to be her son. He had the curly McCarty hair and my eyes and dimples. He was adorable. “What happened?” I whispered, wanting to know what became of my sister’s family.
“They were killed. Sam was shot in the back while holding Matthew. The bullet passed through him and into our son. They both died quickly.”
“Oh Baby Bell, I’m so sorry.” I wrapped my arms tight around her and held her as we both sobbed, Izzy for her lost family and me for the loss and suffering my poor baby sister had to endure.
After a few minutes, she cleared her throat and continued her story. “After the funeral, I went for a walk. I came across three nomadic vampires. They didn’t plan to turn me. They only wanted a meal, but something scared them off before they could finish me. I woke up a few days later in a cave. One of the nomads found me there. He said he went back for my body, but it wasn’t there. He spent the length of my change trying to track me. Told me that I must have wandered looking for a safe place to hide. He informed me of what I was now, told me everything about vampires. He even tried to take me hunting. I remember retching as soon as I smelt the human blood. It repulsed me. He didn’t understand. I didn’t understand. He left me then and I returned home to pack my things. My family was gone. There was no longer anything for me there.
“I walked into the barn to get Smokey. All the other animals cowered away, but that horse just came right up to me and nuzzled my face. We traveled together and I hunted animals. I went after bears whenever I could find them. It was my own form of vengeance I guess. A bear did take you away from me. It was also the only revenge I could take. The man who shot my family was human. I did track him and turn him over to the sheriff though. When the other prisoners found out he had killed a baby they slowly beat him to death. I danced on the bastard’s grave.” She paused and I could tell she was smiling at the memory. I was proud of her restraint. If I had been in her shoes, I’d have done a lot more than dance on his grave. I’d have broken every single bone in his body. I would have cut off his fingers and shoved them down his throat. I’d have-
“Fifteen years after I left, Smokey died,” Izzy said, pulling me from my violent thoughts. “He was too old and frail to carry on so I fed from him and buried him at the base of a willow tree. I’ve basically just wandered around ever since. I’ve mostly stayed in the country though. I’ve only been up to Canada a few times to hunt.”
“How’d you get the car? You didn’t steal it, did you?”
“No, I bought it. A few months after I lost the boys, I realized I was going to need money eventually so I started writing. Over the last sixty odd years I’ve written a lot. I’m extremely wealthy.”
“So why aren’t you living in a mansion somewhere?”
“Twice in my life I’ve had a home and twice in my life, I’ve lost the ones who made it home. I couldn’t set down roots again. I had no reason to. I was alone. It was my own fault though. I never talked to anyone. I didn’t want to get close to anyone. I couldn’t bare the pain of losing someone again. The other day I had my eyes opened though. I was doing the same thing I did after you died. Sam wouldn’t want me to shut out the world. Him and Matthew would want me to go on living. They’d want me to find happiness again. They sent me to you. You are never to leave me again Emmett Matthew. You try to and I’ll rip off your leg and beat you with it.” Ah, there’s the vindictive little sister I know and love so much.
“You got it baby girl,” I promised. I was so happy to have her back. Words could not describe the joy I was feeling. For the rest of the day, we sat looking through old photos of us and photos of her family. We talked more about our lives, well mostly me. Izzy’s wasn’t very interesting and I did have some great stories about the Cullens. I couldn’t predict the future, but two things I was certain of. My Izzy was going to come home and move in with me and we would never disappear from each other’s lives again.
Title: My Two Treasures 6/?
Fandom: Twilight
Author: Magos186
Summary: Before Emmett became a Cullen he had a sister he was raising. What happened when she was told he “died” from a bear attack? What became of her? Will they ever see each other again?
Pairings: R/Em, C/Es, A/Ed, eventual B/J
Rating: T for mild language
Word Count: 3,578
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters are property of S.M.
Bella’s POV
It had been hours since my brother and I came back to my motel. We spent all that time catching up on each other’s lives and looking at old photographs. I made Em promise to show me photos of him over the years when we returned to the Cullen’s. I especially wanted to see pictures of his wedding. He promised I’d be around for the next one. At my confused stare he explained that every 25 years, he and Rosalie renew their vows. I was saddened by the fact my husband and I never made it that far, yet at the same time I was elated that my brother had someone who loved him as much as Rosalie seemed to. I couldn’t wait to talk to her. For the first time in seventy years, I was actually looking forward to getting to know someone.
When I noticed it was getting dark outside I said, “I guess we should get back huh?”
“That’s probably a good idea. I’m sure they’re all dying to talk to you. Edward and Jasper should be back from wherever they disappeared to before. They’re cool guys. I think you’ll like them. Just uh, one thing you should know first. Jasper’s an empath.”
“That’s interesting. I wonder if he’ll have any effect on me,” I muttered to myself.
“Why wouldn’t he?” Emmett asked. Damn vampire hearing, I thought.
“I’ll tell you later. I’m sure I’ll be asked about it and I’d rather only have to explain it once, if that’s alright.”
“Yeah, sure,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders. I grabbed my jacket to pull on when I noticed him looking at me oddly.
“What?” I asked.
“Why are you putting on a jacket? It’s not like you need one. And besides, you’ve got nothing to hide. Your arms are really muscular. Not like gross body builder muscular, but like exercises a lot muscular.”
“Um, thanks?” I laughed. I’m sure there was supposed to be a compliment in there somewhere, but Em never did have a way with words. “I worked a farm for five and a half years Emmy. You can’t do that without sprouting some muscles. And I always wear a jacket, or some other kind of long sleeve. I don’t like seeing the reminders of what happened to me,” I explain, holding out my wrists for him to examine. My brother had always been an open book to me and I relished that my ability to read him hadn’t diminished in our time apart. I could plainly see the storm brewing in his eyes. He was equal parts angry that I had been attacked, but also grateful that I had been turned so that we could be together forever now. Looking at it from his perspective, I was able to understand. I had spent so many years angry that I was forced to live forever when all I wanted was to be able to die and join my family. Now though, I was grateful for my immortality, for it had given me back my big brother. At that moment, I had an epiphany. I would always love Sam and Matthew and I would miss them for the rest of my life, however long that turned out to be. But now that I have my brother back, I can move on from the loss, never forgetting, but remembering with fondness instead of pain. I can finally heal and learn to find happiness again. With my Papa Bear by my side, I can do anything.
“You may want to check out first,” Em suggested, pulling me from my thoughts. Before I could even ask why, he said, “Once we get back to the house, Esme’s never going to let you leave again…especially not to come back here. Not that this isn’t a decent place or anything, but once you’ve been adopted by her, it’s impossible to get away.”
“I haven’t been adopted…”
“Silly Belly Bean. The simple fact you’re my sister means that you’re now a part of the Cullen clan and Esme’s probably already designing you a room. It’s best to just go with the flow. There’s no resisting her.”
“Belly Bean?” I asked with a smile, making note of how good it felt to smile after all these years.
“Yeah, it’s like jelly bean, but with your name,” he explained simply.
“Glad to see you haven’t matured with age Emmy Bear.” I was rewarded with that smile, the one reserved only for me. It lit Em’s entire face, his grin stretching from ear to ear, his dimples so deep they seemed endless. Just the sight of it warmed my dead heart. “I missed you so much,” I whispered as I hugged him tightly.
“Everything’s gonna be okay now Baby Bell. I’ll be here for you no matter what. Now, let’s get you packed and back home where you belong.”
“Yes sir,” I replied with a salute and a smile. Being around him again just made me feel so much lighter and all that pain just dimmed from an inferno to a dying ember.
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I followed Emmett in Shadow, listening to the Indigo Girls version of Midnight Train to Georgia, my favorite song, in an attempt to relax my nerves. It’s not that I didn’t want to get to know the Cullens; it’s just that there are things about me that no one knows…things I don’t want anyone to ever know. Specifically my powers. It seems that being turned with three different kinds of venom afforded me the ability to have three different powers. One is my shield. I don’t have a problem talking to the Cullens about that, as it will be unavoidable. It’s my two other powers I don’t want them to know about. First is fire. I have the ability to control, create, and manipulate it. Adversely, I can also control, create, and manipulate ice and water. At first I could only use ice, like Sub-Zero from Mortal Kombat. Over the years though, I have practiced long and hard to be able to control water as well. After all, ice is a product of it. Through rigorous training with my ice power, I gained command of water. That’s my most favorite of my powers. I have always loved the water and when I use my control of it, my eyes turn a magnificent shade of blue. If I could have my eyes that color all the time, I’d be pleased. However, I only use that power once in a while. I use my gifts enough to stay practiced with them, but not so much that I’m obsessed. It’s a complete fluke that I even discovered them, but I suppose that story is best saved for later as we have just turned into the Cullen driveway. I was expecting everyone to be inside, but as the cars came to a stop I noticed them all standing in front of the house. Puzzled, I hesitantly got out of my car. Rosalie immediately came over.
“We heard the rumble of a car and didn’t know who it was. Em’s jeep is silent. But this beauty absolutely purrs,” she said enviously as she lovingly ran her hand over the hood.
“Rosalie, why don’t we let our guest inside? You girls can talk cars later,” Carlisle suggested softly. Rosalie pouted, but headed back to the house. Everyone else, myself included, followed after her. I was the last to enter. When I did I saw that there were two men I did not yet know, I assumed they were Edward and Jasper, sitting on the couch with Alice. Emmett and Rosalie sat in a loveseat on one side and across from them on the other love seat sat Carlisle and Esme. A single chair had been placed across from the couch in front of the fireplace. It wasn’t hard to figure out where they wanted me to sit. Good thing I love attention so much. I inwardly rolled my eyes as I took the empty seat. As soon as I did, Carlisle spoke up. “Since the three of you did not meet earlier, boys, this is Emmett’s sister Isabella. Isabella, this is our son Edward,” he said pointing at the bronze haired one whose head was cocked to the side, his brows drawn together in confusion. “And on the other side of Alice is our son Jasper.” He pointed to the blond one who also looked confused.
“Just Bella is fine,” I replied. I never went by my full name. It was too formal. Bella was just easier.
“I can’t feel you.”
“I can’t read you,” the two newcomers said at the same time. Guess that answers my question about the empath. No one spoke up to explain about Edward though until I asked, “Read me?”
“My apologies,” Carlisle replied when his son didn’t answer. “Edward can read minds.”
“Oh, right. Well that answers that then.”
“Why can’t I read your mind?” Edward finally asked.
“Why don’t I start at the beginning and work my way towards that answer?” I suggested. “Can you all just do me a favor and hold off your comments until I’m done?” At their nods, I began a brief rendition of my life. I told them about how my big brother raised me, our mother disappearing, Emmett’s “death” and my travels afterwards. I told them how I met Sam and that he took care of me. I skipped over many of the details, just giving them pertinent facts like my wedding and the birth of my son. I told them about what happened to my family two years later and was immediately attacked with a hug from a sobbing Esme. I had no idea what to do so I simply wrapped my arms around her, letting her sob into my shoulder. She seemed to be a very loving and sensitive woman who smelled like fresh baked apple pie and baby powder. It was the second of the two scents that gave her away. She must have had a child when she was human also. I deduced from her reaction to my story that she must have lost hers somehow as well. I once heard someone say that, “God never gives us more than we can handle.” I find it truly hard to believe that any woman can ever handle losing a child. In almost seventy years I haven’t gotten over it and I don’t know how old Esme is, but it’s clear she hasn’t gotten over her loss either.
After a few minutes, she pulled back and apologized. She opened her mouth to explain, but I held up a hand to stop her. “It’s alright. I understand,” I whispered. She gave me a small smile and returned to her seat next to her husband, who wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. Sam used to do the same thing when I was upset, I thought ruefully. I took a deep breath, cleared my throat, and continued my story. I told them about the vampires who attacked me. I told them about the one who came back to find me and explained everything. I explained that I don’t feed very often, but when I do it’s from animals. That concluded the extent of my life story I was willing to share with anyone but my brother. As soon as I finished, Edward asked, “Can you explain why I don’t hear you now?”
“And what’s the deal with your eyes? If you drink from animals they should be gold, not that pinkish purple,” Jasper added.
“The answer is actually the same. I have a shield, which means I can block both mental and physical attacks or powers. When I use my physical shield, my eyes change color. They become pink with a yellow ring around the pupil. The color of my eyes now is the color they are when I use my mental shield. I have never had a reason to take it down, therefore my eyes are always this color unless I use the other power.”
“Fascinating,” I heard Carlisle whisper. The rest of the family looked a bit dumbstruck; all but Alice, who actually looked rather mad. Her glare was so powerful that if looks could kill, I’d be dead before I could pull my shield up. I’ve haven’t even known the girl a day. What in the world could I have possibly done to make her angry? I have a feeling this is one person I definitely have to be extremely cautious around. I think I need to start practicing with my powers more. Especially my shields.
A/N: Bella’s Eyes can be found here: http://magos186.livejournal.com/30267.html#cutid1
Title: My Two Treasures 7/?
Fandom: Twilight
Author: Magos186
Summary: Before Emmett became a Cullen he had a sister he was raising. What happened when she was told he “died” from a bear attack? What became of her? Will they ever see each other again?
Pairings: R/Em, C/Es, A/Ed, eventual B/J
Rating: T for mild language
Word Count: 2,137
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters are property of S.M.
Jasper POV
I can’t feel her. It’s so odd to not feel a person’s emotions. She said her shield constantly protects her. Why then did I feel her when she first arrived? The only conclusion I can come to is that her shock of seeing Emmett caused her to subconsciously lower it. Whether that’s the reason or not, I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have to worry about her emotions attacking me again to the point my brother needs to carry me away. Good lord that was embarrassing. The only comfort I have is knowing that no one else saw us and I could definitely trust Edward not to tell anyone. He’s a good kid. When I was first turned, I never expected to have a family again, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything in this world.
Speaking of family, ever since Emmett’s sister finished her story, Carlisle’s been itching to see this shield of hers in action. I do admit I’m curious to see her eyes change. I’ve never met a vampire who has their eyes change when using their power. If that were the case for all of us, I wonder what color my eyes would be. Hmm… Anyways, it’ll be a while before any of us can see it cause as soon as our whopping two questions were answered, Rosalie dragged Bella out to the garage where they have sequestered themselves talking about cars and trading stories about Emmett while Rosalie’s head is underneath the hood of Bella’s Impala. Looking at Rosalie, you’d never peg her for a grease monkey. Guess you really can’t judge a book by its cover.
“Jasper dear, can you come up here a minute?” Esme called, breaking me from my thoughts. I followed her voice up the stairs to the fourth floor of the house. I suppose most would call it an attic. Esme has been working up there since Bella and Emmett left to speak earlier today. It’s actually a really nice space now. It’s like a large, studio apartment, just minus a kitchen. I have no idea how she got the supplies so fast, but a brand new light blue Tropical Pool carpet has been laid down, the walls have all been covered and painted a soft, Smokey Slate, and the trim and ceiling are both a bluish gray Bon Voyage. Yes I know all the color names. You would too if you helped Esme with her countless renovations. All in all though, the room was beautiful and peaceful looking. There were six windows, two on each of the three walls. The wall without windows I assumed would be either for a bed or couch or something. On the wall across from the windowless one, there were two doors, one on each end. One would most likely lead to a bathroom, while the other would be a closet. In just one day, Esme had made this bare, empty room into a beautiful room.
“There you are,” she says, pulling me from my thoughts. “What do you think so far?”
“I think this is amazing. I never knew this space was so big.”
“Once I cleared out all the boxes and old broken furniture it really opened up. Of course everything needed to be fixed up. I put in all the windows and there are now three layers of soundproofing behind the new walls and four layers of it underneath the new floor. Hopefully that will keep Bella from hearing anything she need not hear, like her brother alone with his wife.”
I smiled. Emmett and Rosalie going at it is something no one needs to ever hear, but I guess it would be especially scarring for Bella. I hope all that soundproofing works though. If it does, I’ll be remodeling my room with it next. “So what did you need?”
“I have no idea where Edward has disappeared to, Carlisle’s in his study doing research and Emmett’s in his room playing video games. I was wondering if you could tear him away from the television and go down to the basement to retrieve some furniture.”
“Sure. What do you need?”
“Well, there is a couch and two lounge chairs. I was planning to use them when I redid the family room, but I think they would look excellent up here. There should also be a platform bed frame and an old mahogany desk that should look nice here as well.”
“It’s a good thing you never throw anything away huh?” I ask with a smirk. In return I simply got a smile and a kiss on the cheek. Esme is the most mothering beautiful soul I have ever met and I thank my lucky stars every day that I have someone like her in my life. With that thought, I turned around to fetch Emmett. I was halfway down the stairs before I heard, “And bring in all the wood planks from the garage. We’re going to build some bookshelves.”
“Yes mother,” I said, continuing on to Em’s room. He was just putting his game away when I got there. “Bored?”
“There’s only so many times you can beat Tekken 3 before it gets boring. So what’s up?”
“We’ve been enlisted to help furnish the attic for your sister. Esme’s got all the basic stuff done: walls, windows, floor; she just needs the furniture now and the wood from out back to use for bookcase building.”
“She certainly didn’t waste any time did she? It’s a good thing Izzy listened to me and checked out of her motel before we came back. I knew mom would never let her leave again. I didn’t expect her to be so far along though.”
“Me neither man. We might as well get to work while the girls are distracted.”
Bella’s POV
As soon as I answered the two questions I was asked, Rosalie grabbed my hand and yanked me out to my car, which she had me move into the garage. As soon as it was parked exactly where she wanted, she pulled her hair up into a ponytail, popped the hood, and I haven’t seen her face since. We discussed Shadow and all the improvements and upgrades I’ve made to it before moving on to swapping stories of Emmy. I told her all about what he was like pre-vampirism and she told me all about him post-vampirism. A few hours, and much laughter later, she closed the hood of the car and cleaned up at the sink in the corner. It felt so good to laugh again. I thought I’d forgotten how. One thing was certain. Being with this family was definitely good for me. “Thank you my loves,” I whispered, knowing I owed everything I was gaining to my husband and son and there were no words to express how truly grateful to them I was.
After Rosalie finished cleaning up, we sat down on the back counter and continued our bonding. I went into more depth about my life and she told me about hers. She explained how she used to be so angry about being a vampire, but once she found Emmett, that changed. She explained how they helped each other heal and when she realized she was in love with him. She also told me how she hates the fact that everyone assumes she’s just a pretty face obsessed with appearance when she’s really so much more than that. She uses her beauty as a type of defense mechanism though. She doesn’t often let people get close to her, but if you’re lucky enough to, you get to see how good a soul she is. Rosalie’s smart and funny and so caring. I really am glad she found my brother. They seem a good match.
“So, I think I’ve shared just about every secret I have,” she said with a smile. “We’ve taken long enough that Esme should have your room done by now.”
I glanced at the clock and noticed we’d been talking for three straight hours. How time flies when getting to know your in-laws. “I really hope she didn’t go to much trouble,” I replied. It was true. This was their home. I didn’t want them to be put out trying to accommodate me.
“Oh please. Esme redecorates at least one room every month. She loves to do it. On occasion she’ll get a job as an interior designer or an architect. It’s one of her true pleasures in life and as your new mother, I’m sure she feels it’s her obligation to provide you with living space.”
“Em said something similar earlier about Esme adopting me.”
“She’s such a sweet woman. She loves just about everyone. She mothers everyone too, but it’s a role that fits her well. Being related to one of her kids makes you instant family though. I have no doubt the next time you see her she’ll be referring to you as her daughter.”
“It’s been so long since I had a family and even then it was never very big. Now I’m not only getting my brother back but also extra siblings and parents all at once. It’s a bit overwhelming.”
“You’ll get used to it pretty fast. Though I admit that Em and I will most likely be hogging you quite a bit. We need bonding time.”
I smiled at that. “It’s really been very easy to talk to you. Before I came here, I hadn’t had a real conversation in nearly seventy years, but now that I’m here I seem to be talking up a storm.”
“Well there’s only one thing better than sitting around talking and that’s talking while shopping. Since tomorrow’s Saturday, we can go to Seattle. We can take your car, but can I drive though? Pretty please?” She looked at me with wide eyes and a pout. I can’t believe it. She’s giving me a puppy dog face. I’ve never been able to resist that. She must have learned from Emmy. Well at least now I know what to get her for saving my brother’s life.
“Yes, you can drive.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I was being tackle hugged by a tall, squealing blond. When she released me from the hug, she started bouncing up and down. It was like looking at a child on Christmas morning.
“I’m so excited! I can’t wait! I’m sure Carlisle will be calling to get you put on the Cullen accounts in the morning, but until then I’m buying.”
“Oh no, he doesn’t have to do that.”
“Of course he does. You’re a Cullen now, that means you get access to our massive ginormous wealth.”
“No, I meant he doesn’t have to because I have my own ‘massive ginormous wealth.’ I’m a world renown author.”
“That’s so cool! What do you write? What name do you use? Have I read anything of yours?”
“One question at a time Rose,” I said with a smile. She gave me a sheepish look, but was practically bouncing in place. I laughed and said, “I write many different things. I’ve written everything from non-fiction to children’s books. I use the name S.M. Nerraw, and I highly doubt you have read anything by me.”
“You’re probably right. I don’t read as much as some of the others here and the name doesn’t ring a bell. Ha!” She giggled at her words, causing me to laugh as well. Once we were calmed down she said, “The boys, minus Emmett, do tons of reading. Maybe they know your work.”
“Maybe they do. We can always ask later. And Em never did like reading much.”
“He told me about that. One of the ways we bonded after he was turned was with me teaching him how to read. He still has a problem sometimes with the larger, harder words, but he’s come a long way. He still prefers making up his own stories to reading though. Anyway, we should get inside. I’m dying to see what your room looks like and I’m sure everyone else would like a chance to speak to you. Maybe even see a demonstration of this shield of yours. It sounds awesome.”
“I’ve never used it for fun so it should be interesting. Alright, let’s go see this room.”
Rosalie took my hand once again, pulling me out of the garage and into the main house. I felt a strange emotion bubbling under my skin. It was something I haven’t felt for many decades. It took me a minute to work it out, but then I finally understood what it was. Excitement. I was extremely excited to see what Esme had done. I actually couldn’t wait. I planned to never set down roots again, but now I was…and I was thrilled.
A/N: Bon Voyage, Tropical Pool, and Smokey Slate are all paint colors made by Behr.
Next: Chapters 8-9
Fandom: Twilight
Author: Magos186
Summary: Before Emmett became a Cullen he had a sister he was raising. What happened when she was told he “died” from a bear attack? What became of her? Will they ever see each other again?
Pairings: R/Em, C/Es, A/Ed, eventual B/J
Rating: T for mild language
Word Count: 3,578
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters are property of S.M.
A/N: THE FIRST FOUR CHAPTERS ARE LOCATED IN THE PREVIOUS ENTRY!
A/N: Important fact: Emmett was changed in 1935. Bella was changed in 1941. I’m not sure when Alice and Jasper showed up at the Cullen’s according to S.M. but in my story they show up in the Seventies.
Bella’s POV
Before I knew what was happening, the caramel haired woman had her arms wrapped tight around me and I could tell that if it was possible, she’d be crying. “I’m so happy to meet you,” she said as she pulled back a bit. She stared into my face for a moment, taking in my features before whispering, “You look like your brother.”
“Uh…thank you,” I replied awkwardly. I had no idea who this woman was. She seemed to realize that and quickly said, “I’m sorry dear. I’m Esme, Carlisle’s wife.”
“She’s our mother for all intents and purposes,” Em added. “The tiny pixie over there is my adoptive sister Alice. Edward and Jasper seem to have disappeared. You can meet them later. And this lovely woman,” he said, holding his hand out towards the blond who took it with a smile, “is my wife Rosalie.”
I could tell she wanted to hug me too, but she was restraining herself. She probably didn’t want to scare me. “You have no idea how happy I am to finally meet you,” she said with a wide grin. “Emmett’s told me so much about you I feel like I’ve known you your whole life.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Rosalie,” I replied with a smile of my own. I was happy that Emmy had found someone to love…someone who clearly loved him. It filled me with joy to know he’d had someone to look after him all these years. “I look forward to getting to know you. I’ve never had a sister before.” I didn’t think it was possible, but her grin grew even wider when I said this. I turned back to the other three before speaking again. “I’m sure you’d all like to know my story and in time I will tell you, but do you mind if I speak to my brother in private first?”
‘Of course not,” Carlisle replied. “You two have much to talk about. I’m sure we can all go hunt for a few hours.”
“No, please. This is your home. You don’t have to leave. We can go to my motel.”
“Are you sure?” Esme asked. I didn’t answer I simply nodded. “Alright. You promise you’ll come back?”
“I promise. I would like to learn more about the people my Emmy has been living with.”
Em whispered a quick goodbye to his wife before grabbing my hand and leading me out a side door into the garage. A few cars were covered, signifying they weren’t used that often. Uncovered were a silver Volvo, a red M3, and a silver Jeep. There was also a red and black Ducati in the corner. I assumed, based on my brother’s size alone, that the Jeep belonged to him. I was proven right when he headed for it, opening the passenger door for me and helping me into it. He ran to the driver’s side and quickly started the car. “Are you staying at that place over on Main Street at the edge of town?”
“The Weary Traveler, yes.”
No other word was spoken during the drive. Now that we were alone, we were both nervous about how to proceed. It had been 75 years since we last saw each other, since we last spoke…neither of us was quite sure what to say or where to begin. Nothing says family reunion like a big, awkward silence.
Minutes later we pulled into the motel parking lot and I told Emmett where my room was located. He drove around back and parked a spot away from my Impala. When he noticed the car, he whistled. “Is that yours?” He asked as we got out of the Jeep.
“Yes, this is Shadow.”
“You always had a name for everything,” he recalled with a smile. I smiled back as I led him to the door of my room. After letting him in, I asked him to wait while I grabbed something from the car. I hurried to the trunk and pulled out the white cloth duffel bag I’d used when I ran away all those years ago. I don’t use it for much anymore as I have other suitcases/duffels for my clothing and belongings. That cloth duffel now only holds the things from the house in Tennessee, which is what I currently needed.
I quickly grabbed the bag and walked into the room. Emmett was sitting on the bed waiting for me. I took off my leather jacket, tossing it on the bed near my brother before pulling over a chair so we could talk facing each other. “So…do you want to go first?” Em asked softly.
“Why don’t you go first? I think your tale will be happier to hear.”
“Uh…alright. Well, as you know, the day I disappeared I was hunting. I don’t really remember much. Somehow, the bear got a hold of me and tore me to shreds. I thought I was going to die. I remember thinking how sorry I was that I was going to leave you…but then I saw a beautiful angel. She picked me up in her arms and carried me somewhere. When I opened my eyes, I saw a kind faced blond man with golden eyes. I thought he was God. Really it was just Carlisle. The angel was Rosalie. She had been out hunting nearby and she smelt my blood. She killed the bear that attacked me and carried me to Carlisle so he could change me for her. She didn’t think she’d have the strength to stop if she tried to do it.
“Anyway…after I woke up, all I could think about was you. I begged them to let me go back to you, to let me make sure you were all right, but they wouldn’t let me. They said that I was too unstable…said if I could show good enough control by the end of my newborn year that I could go find you. I worked so hard to control the thirst…for you. Every day I worked at it so I could get back to you. When my year was finally up, Carlisle and Edward, he’s one of my brothers, took me back to the house, but you were gone. Someone else was living there. Edward and I stayed back while Carlisle went to talk to them. They told him you disappeared after you found out I was dead. I was heartbroken. I tried so hard to find you Izzy. We spent so many years looking, but nothing. We couldn’t find a trace of you anywhere. Thirty years I searched, never finding anything. Eventually I just had to realize I was never going to see you again. But Rosie was hopeful. She believed we’d meet again one day. I’m so damn happy she was right!” Em picked up my hands and held them in his, staring into my eyes, his own eyes filled with love, happiness, and peace. “I missed you so much Izzy.”
“I missed you too Emmy.”
“Now what’s your story?”
“Wait a minute, that can’t be it. You haven’t told me about your life since you were turned,” I protested. Really I was just stalling, although I made a mental note to get something or do something for Rosalie for saving my brother.
“Fine, fine. Let’s see…Rose had me turned to save me and because I was her mate, but due to the circumstances of her own change, she had trouble trusting people. She still has trouble trusting people. It took us a few years, but I helped her to work through the pain of what happened to her and she helped me with the loss of my sister. We were married, for the first time, in 1945. Edward was my best man. He’s a good brother. He was the first person Carlisle turned. He was seventeen; dying, and his mother asked the good doctor to save her son. Carlisle had been wandering a few hundred years by himself so he turned Edward to save him. The cool, but annoying thing about him is he can read minds. It’s annoying because he can’t turn it off, but it’s still cool. He always hears when I’m thinking about you and he’s always been there for me. I don’t usually turn to him, but it’s nice to know he’s there if I want to talk, ya know?
“So right…I have a brother and a wife. Carlisle’s the coven leader and is like our father and Esme is our mother. It was nice to finally have real parents after all those years of not having them. I guess that’s why I always call them mom and dad. Esme’s the sweetest, most caring woman you could ever meet. She has so much love in her heart and she constantly makes sure we know how much she loves us.
“For a long time it was just the five of us. We moved every few years, Carlisle working as a doctor and us ‘kids’ going to school. We’ve been to high school a lot over the decades. We’ve been to college a few times too. It’s fun I guess. One day in 1973, we came home from school to find two vampires sitting in our living room. One was a girl, short, with spiky black hair and yellow eyes. The other was a guy, tall, with wavy blond hair and orange eyes. It was obvious he hadn’t been an animal drinker for long. They introduced themselves, Alice and Jasper. Alice has visions of the future, based on decisions, and she saw Jasper was looking for a different way to live. He’s an empath. He could feel everything his victims felt as he drank from them and it was killing him. Alice had had visions of our family before and knew that she could live off animals, but Jasper never knew that. The pixie tracked him through her visions and when she found him, they came to us. We’ve been helping Jasper with his control ever since, but it’s hard for him. If he were by himself, his control would rival Carlisle’s, but living with five other vampires and being able to feel their bloodlust? Everyone thinks he’s weak because he’s slipped a few times, but I think he’s incredibly strong to be feeling our bloodlust constantly and only have slipped a few times.”
“Wow,” I whispered, clearly impressed by what Emmett was telling me. I couldn’t imagine how horrible it must be for poor Jasper to have to go through that. I could however take solace in the fact that I would not add to his troubles as I felt no lust for blood.
“So that’s my life. I have an amazing wife, kind parents, two brothers and an itty-bitty pixie as an adoptive sister. Alice and I aren’t that close though. I felt like having another sister was a betrayal to you. Anyway…I think it’s time to tell me what happened to you Isabella Marie.”
Oh no, he whipped out the full name. He usually reserved that for when I was in trouble. I guess there’s no point in delaying the inevitable. I was dreading it though. I knew it was going to hurt him. “I suppose I should start the day you ‘died.’”
Emmett’s POV
“I suppose I should start the day you ‘died,’” she said quietly. I knew Izzy didn’t want to talk about it. I could tell she wanted to protect me from her pain, but I needed to know. I was especially curious about the necklace she was wearing. “I was waiting for you on the porch,” she began, pulling me from my thoughts. “I had a bad feeling and as the night wore on and you didn’t return, the feeling got worse. Eventually I saw Zachary. He was coming towards the house slowly, something in his hands that I couldn’t quite make out. I went inside, leaving the front door open for him. He followed me in and placed what he was holding on the kitchen table. Your jacket was torn up and bloody. Your knife had blood on it too. But what sealed the deal for me was this,” she said as she pulled something out of the duffel bag at her feet. She slowly unwrapped the white cloth around the object and handed it to me. My mouth fell open in shock. It was my Remington side-by-side shotgun. My fingers softly, lovingly traced over the “I+E Forever” carved into the stock. “This was how I knew I’d lost you forever. I left Zach in the kitchen while I quickly packed some clothes and the copy of The Secret Garden you bought me before moving on to your room. I pulled on your black flannel shirt, your favorite, added our photo album to the bag, along with your gun and this.” She reached into the bag again and pulled out something I never, ever expected to see again. My bear tooth necklace.
“I can’t believe you kept that,” I whispered, my voice awed.
“It was your most treasured possession. I couldn’t abandon it.”
“Second most. You were my most treasured possession from the day you were born Izzy. Thank you for returning my two treasures to me. I suppose I should return yours to you.”
She looked at me with a puzzled face, clearly confused. I moved the gun and necklace next to me on the bed before reaching under the collar of my shirt. When I pulled out the locket, Izzy’s eyes filled with venomous tears that could never be shed. “I have never taken this off. Not once since you gave it to me that day. It may have taken me over seventy years, but I’ve finally brought your two treasures home to you Baby Bell.” She jumped from the chair into my lap, wrapping her arms tight around my neck.
“Thank you Papa Bear,” she whispered, sobbing.
“This was all I had left of you. I’d sit for hours just looking at the pictures inside. I’d dream about where you were, what you were doing, if you were happy. Were you ever happy Izzy?”
She pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes before snuggling against my chest like she did when she was younger. “I was happy…for a while. After I packed everything, I gave Zach the keys to the house. I told him it was his now and he could do with it what he wanted, as well as the animals in the barn. All except Smokey.”
“Evil damn horse,” I muttered, earning me a smack on the chest.
“Don’t you dare insult my baby Emmett Matthew McCarty! I loved that horse and he loved me. He was my only companion for fifteen years.” Fifteen years? Wait. I’m confused. Izzy said she’s twenty and she was married. That means she had someone beside the horse…
“I’m confused. You said you got married.”
“I did. I set out on Smokey with the things in my pack. We traveled, only stopping when he needed nourishment or rest. I barely ate. I barely slept. I was so lost in my grief. About a week after we left home, I fell off the horse unconscious. A man named Samuel Warren found me. He nursed me back to health. He took care of me…let me live with him. He was a widower with no family, just a small house and farm. As payment for taking me in, I helped him work the farm. It was hard work, but it took my mind off things. After a while, Sam convinced me that you would want me to go on living…that you wouldn’t want me to continue simply going through the motions of life. He was right. I knew you’d want me to get over your loss and live again…feel joy again. So I started living. Sam and I did everything together. Over the years we fell in love. When I was seventeen we married. It was a very small wedding; just us and a few of his friends. A year later I gave birth to a son. Matthew.” I couldn’t help but smile. She named her son after me. I bet he was adorable. Izzy sat up a bit, pulling off her necklace and opening it. So it wasn’t another locket. I was relieved. It was a compass…odd thing to wear, but okay. She held it up to me and on the inside of the lid I could see the picture. It was of a blond man; I assumed that was her husband and a young blond haired little boy, maybe two years old. That had to be her son. He had the curly McCarty hair and my eyes and dimples. He was adorable. “What happened?” I whispered, wanting to know what became of my sister’s family.
“They were killed. Sam was shot in the back while holding Matthew. The bullet passed through him and into our son. They both died quickly.”
“Oh Baby Bell, I’m so sorry.” I wrapped my arms tight around her and held her as we both sobbed, Izzy for her lost family and me for the loss and suffering my poor baby sister had to endure.
After a few minutes, she cleared her throat and continued her story. “After the funeral, I went for a walk. I came across three nomadic vampires. They didn’t plan to turn me. They only wanted a meal, but something scared them off before they could finish me. I woke up a few days later in a cave. One of the nomads found me there. He said he went back for my body, but it wasn’t there. He spent the length of my change trying to track me. Told me that I must have wandered looking for a safe place to hide. He informed me of what I was now, told me everything about vampires. He even tried to take me hunting. I remember retching as soon as I smelt the human blood. It repulsed me. He didn’t understand. I didn’t understand. He left me then and I returned home to pack my things. My family was gone. There was no longer anything for me there.
“I walked into the barn to get Smokey. All the other animals cowered away, but that horse just came right up to me and nuzzled my face. We traveled together and I hunted animals. I went after bears whenever I could find them. It was my own form of vengeance I guess. A bear did take you away from me. It was also the only revenge I could take. The man who shot my family was human. I did track him and turn him over to the sheriff though. When the other prisoners found out he had killed a baby they slowly beat him to death. I danced on the bastard’s grave.” She paused and I could tell she was smiling at the memory. I was proud of her restraint. If I had been in her shoes, I’d have done a lot more than dance on his grave. I’d have broken every single bone in his body. I would have cut off his fingers and shoved them down his throat. I’d have-
“Fifteen years after I left, Smokey died,” Izzy said, pulling me from my violent thoughts. “He was too old and frail to carry on so I fed from him and buried him at the base of a willow tree. I’ve basically just wandered around ever since. I’ve mostly stayed in the country though. I’ve only been up to Canada a few times to hunt.”
“How’d you get the car? You didn’t steal it, did you?”
“No, I bought it. A few months after I lost the boys, I realized I was going to need money eventually so I started writing. Over the last sixty odd years I’ve written a lot. I’m extremely wealthy.”
“So why aren’t you living in a mansion somewhere?”
“Twice in my life I’ve had a home and twice in my life, I’ve lost the ones who made it home. I couldn’t set down roots again. I had no reason to. I was alone. It was my own fault though. I never talked to anyone. I didn’t want to get close to anyone. I couldn’t bare the pain of losing someone again. The other day I had my eyes opened though. I was doing the same thing I did after you died. Sam wouldn’t want me to shut out the world. Him and Matthew would want me to go on living. They’d want me to find happiness again. They sent me to you. You are never to leave me again Emmett Matthew. You try to and I’ll rip off your leg and beat you with it.” Ah, there’s the vindictive little sister I know and love so much.
“You got it baby girl,” I promised. I was so happy to have her back. Words could not describe the joy I was feeling. For the rest of the day, we sat looking through old photos of us and photos of her family. We talked more about our lives, well mostly me. Izzy’s wasn’t very interesting and I did have some great stories about the Cullens. I couldn’t predict the future, but two things I was certain of. My Izzy was going to come home and move in with me and we would never disappear from each other’s lives again.
Title: My Two Treasures 6/?
Fandom: Twilight
Author: Magos186
Summary: Before Emmett became a Cullen he had a sister he was raising. What happened when she was told he “died” from a bear attack? What became of her? Will they ever see each other again?
Pairings: R/Em, C/Es, A/Ed, eventual B/J
Rating: T for mild language
Word Count: 3,578
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters are property of S.M.
Bella’s POV
It had been hours since my brother and I came back to my motel. We spent all that time catching up on each other’s lives and looking at old photographs. I made Em promise to show me photos of him over the years when we returned to the Cullen’s. I especially wanted to see pictures of his wedding. He promised I’d be around for the next one. At my confused stare he explained that every 25 years, he and Rosalie renew their vows. I was saddened by the fact my husband and I never made it that far, yet at the same time I was elated that my brother had someone who loved him as much as Rosalie seemed to. I couldn’t wait to talk to her. For the first time in seventy years, I was actually looking forward to getting to know someone.
When I noticed it was getting dark outside I said, “I guess we should get back huh?”
“That’s probably a good idea. I’m sure they’re all dying to talk to you. Edward and Jasper should be back from wherever they disappeared to before. They’re cool guys. I think you’ll like them. Just uh, one thing you should know first. Jasper’s an empath.”
“That’s interesting. I wonder if he’ll have any effect on me,” I muttered to myself.
“Why wouldn’t he?” Emmett asked. Damn vampire hearing, I thought.
“I’ll tell you later. I’m sure I’ll be asked about it and I’d rather only have to explain it once, if that’s alright.”
“Yeah, sure,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders. I grabbed my jacket to pull on when I noticed him looking at me oddly.
“What?” I asked.
“Why are you putting on a jacket? It’s not like you need one. And besides, you’ve got nothing to hide. Your arms are really muscular. Not like gross body builder muscular, but like exercises a lot muscular.”
“Um, thanks?” I laughed. I’m sure there was supposed to be a compliment in there somewhere, but Em never did have a way with words. “I worked a farm for five and a half years Emmy. You can’t do that without sprouting some muscles. And I always wear a jacket, or some other kind of long sleeve. I don’t like seeing the reminders of what happened to me,” I explain, holding out my wrists for him to examine. My brother had always been an open book to me and I relished that my ability to read him hadn’t diminished in our time apart. I could plainly see the storm brewing in his eyes. He was equal parts angry that I had been attacked, but also grateful that I had been turned so that we could be together forever now. Looking at it from his perspective, I was able to understand. I had spent so many years angry that I was forced to live forever when all I wanted was to be able to die and join my family. Now though, I was grateful for my immortality, for it had given me back my big brother. At that moment, I had an epiphany. I would always love Sam and Matthew and I would miss them for the rest of my life, however long that turned out to be. But now that I have my brother back, I can move on from the loss, never forgetting, but remembering with fondness instead of pain. I can finally heal and learn to find happiness again. With my Papa Bear by my side, I can do anything.
“You may want to check out first,” Em suggested, pulling me from my thoughts. Before I could even ask why, he said, “Once we get back to the house, Esme’s never going to let you leave again…especially not to come back here. Not that this isn’t a decent place or anything, but once you’ve been adopted by her, it’s impossible to get away.”
“I haven’t been adopted…”
“Silly Belly Bean. The simple fact you’re my sister means that you’re now a part of the Cullen clan and Esme’s probably already designing you a room. It’s best to just go with the flow. There’s no resisting her.”
“Belly Bean?” I asked with a smile, making note of how good it felt to smile after all these years.
“Yeah, it’s like jelly bean, but with your name,” he explained simply.
“Glad to see you haven’t matured with age Emmy Bear.” I was rewarded with that smile, the one reserved only for me. It lit Em’s entire face, his grin stretching from ear to ear, his dimples so deep they seemed endless. Just the sight of it warmed my dead heart. “I missed you so much,” I whispered as I hugged him tightly.
“Everything’s gonna be okay now Baby Bell. I’ll be here for you no matter what. Now, let’s get you packed and back home where you belong.”
“Yes sir,” I replied with a salute and a smile. Being around him again just made me feel so much lighter and all that pain just dimmed from an inferno to a dying ember.
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I followed Emmett in Shadow, listening to the Indigo Girls version of Midnight Train to Georgia, my favorite song, in an attempt to relax my nerves. It’s not that I didn’t want to get to know the Cullens; it’s just that there are things about me that no one knows…things I don’t want anyone to ever know. Specifically my powers. It seems that being turned with three different kinds of venom afforded me the ability to have three different powers. One is my shield. I don’t have a problem talking to the Cullens about that, as it will be unavoidable. It’s my two other powers I don’t want them to know about. First is fire. I have the ability to control, create, and manipulate it. Adversely, I can also control, create, and manipulate ice and water. At first I could only use ice, like Sub-Zero from Mortal Kombat. Over the years though, I have practiced long and hard to be able to control water as well. After all, ice is a product of it. Through rigorous training with my ice power, I gained command of water. That’s my most favorite of my powers. I have always loved the water and when I use my control of it, my eyes turn a magnificent shade of blue. If I could have my eyes that color all the time, I’d be pleased. However, I only use that power once in a while. I use my gifts enough to stay practiced with them, but not so much that I’m obsessed. It’s a complete fluke that I even discovered them, but I suppose that story is best saved for later as we have just turned into the Cullen driveway. I was expecting everyone to be inside, but as the cars came to a stop I noticed them all standing in front of the house. Puzzled, I hesitantly got out of my car. Rosalie immediately came over.
“We heard the rumble of a car and didn’t know who it was. Em’s jeep is silent. But this beauty absolutely purrs,” she said enviously as she lovingly ran her hand over the hood.
“Rosalie, why don’t we let our guest inside? You girls can talk cars later,” Carlisle suggested softly. Rosalie pouted, but headed back to the house. Everyone else, myself included, followed after her. I was the last to enter. When I did I saw that there were two men I did not yet know, I assumed they were Edward and Jasper, sitting on the couch with Alice. Emmett and Rosalie sat in a loveseat on one side and across from them on the other love seat sat Carlisle and Esme. A single chair had been placed across from the couch in front of the fireplace. It wasn’t hard to figure out where they wanted me to sit. Good thing I love attention so much. I inwardly rolled my eyes as I took the empty seat. As soon as I did, Carlisle spoke up. “Since the three of you did not meet earlier, boys, this is Emmett’s sister Isabella. Isabella, this is our son Edward,” he said pointing at the bronze haired one whose head was cocked to the side, his brows drawn together in confusion. “And on the other side of Alice is our son Jasper.” He pointed to the blond one who also looked confused.
“Just Bella is fine,” I replied. I never went by my full name. It was too formal. Bella was just easier.
“I can’t feel you.”
“I can’t read you,” the two newcomers said at the same time. Guess that answers my question about the empath. No one spoke up to explain about Edward though until I asked, “Read me?”
“My apologies,” Carlisle replied when his son didn’t answer. “Edward can read minds.”
“Oh, right. Well that answers that then.”
“Why can’t I read your mind?” Edward finally asked.
“Why don’t I start at the beginning and work my way towards that answer?” I suggested. “Can you all just do me a favor and hold off your comments until I’m done?” At their nods, I began a brief rendition of my life. I told them about how my big brother raised me, our mother disappearing, Emmett’s “death” and my travels afterwards. I told them how I met Sam and that he took care of me. I skipped over many of the details, just giving them pertinent facts like my wedding and the birth of my son. I told them about what happened to my family two years later and was immediately attacked with a hug from a sobbing Esme. I had no idea what to do so I simply wrapped my arms around her, letting her sob into my shoulder. She seemed to be a very loving and sensitive woman who smelled like fresh baked apple pie and baby powder. It was the second of the two scents that gave her away. She must have had a child when she was human also. I deduced from her reaction to my story that she must have lost hers somehow as well. I once heard someone say that, “God never gives us more than we can handle.” I find it truly hard to believe that any woman can ever handle losing a child. In almost seventy years I haven’t gotten over it and I don’t know how old Esme is, but it’s clear she hasn’t gotten over her loss either.
After a few minutes, she pulled back and apologized. She opened her mouth to explain, but I held up a hand to stop her. “It’s alright. I understand,” I whispered. She gave me a small smile and returned to her seat next to her husband, who wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple. Sam used to do the same thing when I was upset, I thought ruefully. I took a deep breath, cleared my throat, and continued my story. I told them about the vampires who attacked me. I told them about the one who came back to find me and explained everything. I explained that I don’t feed very often, but when I do it’s from animals. That concluded the extent of my life story I was willing to share with anyone but my brother. As soon as I finished, Edward asked, “Can you explain why I don’t hear you now?”
“And what’s the deal with your eyes? If you drink from animals they should be gold, not that pinkish purple,” Jasper added.
“The answer is actually the same. I have a shield, which means I can block both mental and physical attacks or powers. When I use my physical shield, my eyes change color. They become pink with a yellow ring around the pupil. The color of my eyes now is the color they are when I use my mental shield. I have never had a reason to take it down, therefore my eyes are always this color unless I use the other power.”
“Fascinating,” I heard Carlisle whisper. The rest of the family looked a bit dumbstruck; all but Alice, who actually looked rather mad. Her glare was so powerful that if looks could kill, I’d be dead before I could pull my shield up. I’ve haven’t even known the girl a day. What in the world could I have possibly done to make her angry? I have a feeling this is one person I definitely have to be extremely cautious around. I think I need to start practicing with my powers more. Especially my shields.
A/N: Bella’s Eyes can be found here: http://magos186.livejournal.com/30267.html#cutid1
Title: My Two Treasures 7/?
Fandom: Twilight
Author: Magos186
Summary: Before Emmett became a Cullen he had a sister he was raising. What happened when she was told he “died” from a bear attack? What became of her? Will they ever see each other again?
Pairings: R/Em, C/Es, A/Ed, eventual B/J
Rating: T for mild language
Word Count: 2,137
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters are property of S.M.
Jasper POV
I can’t feel her. It’s so odd to not feel a person’s emotions. She said her shield constantly protects her. Why then did I feel her when she first arrived? The only conclusion I can come to is that her shock of seeing Emmett caused her to subconsciously lower it. Whether that’s the reason or not, I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have to worry about her emotions attacking me again to the point my brother needs to carry me away. Good lord that was embarrassing. The only comfort I have is knowing that no one else saw us and I could definitely trust Edward not to tell anyone. He’s a good kid. When I was first turned, I never expected to have a family again, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything in this world.
Speaking of family, ever since Emmett’s sister finished her story, Carlisle’s been itching to see this shield of hers in action. I do admit I’m curious to see her eyes change. I’ve never met a vampire who has their eyes change when using their power. If that were the case for all of us, I wonder what color my eyes would be. Hmm… Anyways, it’ll be a while before any of us can see it cause as soon as our whopping two questions were answered, Rosalie dragged Bella out to the garage where they have sequestered themselves talking about cars and trading stories about Emmett while Rosalie’s head is underneath the hood of Bella’s Impala. Looking at Rosalie, you’d never peg her for a grease monkey. Guess you really can’t judge a book by its cover.
“Jasper dear, can you come up here a minute?” Esme called, breaking me from my thoughts. I followed her voice up the stairs to the fourth floor of the house. I suppose most would call it an attic. Esme has been working up there since Bella and Emmett left to speak earlier today. It’s actually a really nice space now. It’s like a large, studio apartment, just minus a kitchen. I have no idea how she got the supplies so fast, but a brand new light blue Tropical Pool carpet has been laid down, the walls have all been covered and painted a soft, Smokey Slate, and the trim and ceiling are both a bluish gray Bon Voyage. Yes I know all the color names. You would too if you helped Esme with her countless renovations. All in all though, the room was beautiful and peaceful looking. There were six windows, two on each of the three walls. The wall without windows I assumed would be either for a bed or couch or something. On the wall across from the windowless one, there were two doors, one on each end. One would most likely lead to a bathroom, while the other would be a closet. In just one day, Esme had made this bare, empty room into a beautiful room.
“There you are,” she says, pulling me from my thoughts. “What do you think so far?”
“I think this is amazing. I never knew this space was so big.”
“Once I cleared out all the boxes and old broken furniture it really opened up. Of course everything needed to be fixed up. I put in all the windows and there are now three layers of soundproofing behind the new walls and four layers of it underneath the new floor. Hopefully that will keep Bella from hearing anything she need not hear, like her brother alone with his wife.”
I smiled. Emmett and Rosalie going at it is something no one needs to ever hear, but I guess it would be especially scarring for Bella. I hope all that soundproofing works though. If it does, I’ll be remodeling my room with it next. “So what did you need?”
“I have no idea where Edward has disappeared to, Carlisle’s in his study doing research and Emmett’s in his room playing video games. I was wondering if you could tear him away from the television and go down to the basement to retrieve some furniture.”
“Sure. What do you need?”
“Well, there is a couch and two lounge chairs. I was planning to use them when I redid the family room, but I think they would look excellent up here. There should also be a platform bed frame and an old mahogany desk that should look nice here as well.”
“It’s a good thing you never throw anything away huh?” I ask with a smirk. In return I simply got a smile and a kiss on the cheek. Esme is the most mothering beautiful soul I have ever met and I thank my lucky stars every day that I have someone like her in my life. With that thought, I turned around to fetch Emmett. I was halfway down the stairs before I heard, “And bring in all the wood planks from the garage. We’re going to build some bookshelves.”
“Yes mother,” I said, continuing on to Em’s room. He was just putting his game away when I got there. “Bored?”
“There’s only so many times you can beat Tekken 3 before it gets boring. So what’s up?”
“We’ve been enlisted to help furnish the attic for your sister. Esme’s got all the basic stuff done: walls, windows, floor; she just needs the furniture now and the wood from out back to use for bookcase building.”
“She certainly didn’t waste any time did she? It’s a good thing Izzy listened to me and checked out of her motel before we came back. I knew mom would never let her leave again. I didn’t expect her to be so far along though.”
“Me neither man. We might as well get to work while the girls are distracted.”
Bella’s POV
As soon as I answered the two questions I was asked, Rosalie grabbed my hand and yanked me out to my car, which she had me move into the garage. As soon as it was parked exactly where she wanted, she pulled her hair up into a ponytail, popped the hood, and I haven’t seen her face since. We discussed Shadow and all the improvements and upgrades I’ve made to it before moving on to swapping stories of Emmy. I told her all about what he was like pre-vampirism and she told me all about him post-vampirism. A few hours, and much laughter later, she closed the hood of the car and cleaned up at the sink in the corner. It felt so good to laugh again. I thought I’d forgotten how. One thing was certain. Being with this family was definitely good for me. “Thank you my loves,” I whispered, knowing I owed everything I was gaining to my husband and son and there were no words to express how truly grateful to them I was.
After Rosalie finished cleaning up, we sat down on the back counter and continued our bonding. I went into more depth about my life and she told me about hers. She explained how she used to be so angry about being a vampire, but once she found Emmett, that changed. She explained how they helped each other heal and when she realized she was in love with him. She also told me how she hates the fact that everyone assumes she’s just a pretty face obsessed with appearance when she’s really so much more than that. She uses her beauty as a type of defense mechanism though. She doesn’t often let people get close to her, but if you’re lucky enough to, you get to see how good a soul she is. Rosalie’s smart and funny and so caring. I really am glad she found my brother. They seem a good match.
“So, I think I’ve shared just about every secret I have,” she said with a smile. “We’ve taken long enough that Esme should have your room done by now.”
I glanced at the clock and noticed we’d been talking for three straight hours. How time flies when getting to know your in-laws. “I really hope she didn’t go to much trouble,” I replied. It was true. This was their home. I didn’t want them to be put out trying to accommodate me.
“Oh please. Esme redecorates at least one room every month. She loves to do it. On occasion she’ll get a job as an interior designer or an architect. It’s one of her true pleasures in life and as your new mother, I’m sure she feels it’s her obligation to provide you with living space.”
“Em said something similar earlier about Esme adopting me.”
“She’s such a sweet woman. She loves just about everyone. She mothers everyone too, but it’s a role that fits her well. Being related to one of her kids makes you instant family though. I have no doubt the next time you see her she’ll be referring to you as her daughter.”
“It’s been so long since I had a family and even then it was never very big. Now I’m not only getting my brother back but also extra siblings and parents all at once. It’s a bit overwhelming.”
“You’ll get used to it pretty fast. Though I admit that Em and I will most likely be hogging you quite a bit. We need bonding time.”
I smiled at that. “It’s really been very easy to talk to you. Before I came here, I hadn’t had a real conversation in nearly seventy years, but now that I’m here I seem to be talking up a storm.”
“Well there’s only one thing better than sitting around talking and that’s talking while shopping. Since tomorrow’s Saturday, we can go to Seattle. We can take your car, but can I drive though? Pretty please?” She looked at me with wide eyes and a pout. I can’t believe it. She’s giving me a puppy dog face. I’ve never been able to resist that. She must have learned from Emmy. Well at least now I know what to get her for saving my brother’s life.
“Yes, you can drive.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I was being tackle hugged by a tall, squealing blond. When she released me from the hug, she started bouncing up and down. It was like looking at a child on Christmas morning.
“I’m so excited! I can’t wait! I’m sure Carlisle will be calling to get you put on the Cullen accounts in the morning, but until then I’m buying.”
“Oh no, he doesn’t have to do that.”
“Of course he does. You’re a Cullen now, that means you get access to our massive ginormous wealth.”
“No, I meant he doesn’t have to because I have my own ‘massive ginormous wealth.’ I’m a world renown author.”
“That’s so cool! What do you write? What name do you use? Have I read anything of yours?”
“One question at a time Rose,” I said with a smile. She gave me a sheepish look, but was practically bouncing in place. I laughed and said, “I write many different things. I’ve written everything from non-fiction to children’s books. I use the name S.M. Nerraw, and I highly doubt you have read anything by me.”
“You’re probably right. I don’t read as much as some of the others here and the name doesn’t ring a bell. Ha!” She giggled at her words, causing me to laugh as well. Once we were calmed down she said, “The boys, minus Emmett, do tons of reading. Maybe they know your work.”
“Maybe they do. We can always ask later. And Em never did like reading much.”
“He told me about that. One of the ways we bonded after he was turned was with me teaching him how to read. He still has a problem sometimes with the larger, harder words, but he’s come a long way. He still prefers making up his own stories to reading though. Anyway, we should get inside. I’m dying to see what your room looks like and I’m sure everyone else would like a chance to speak to you. Maybe even see a demonstration of this shield of yours. It sounds awesome.”
“I’ve never used it for fun so it should be interesting. Alright, let’s go see this room.”
Rosalie took my hand once again, pulling me out of the garage and into the main house. I felt a strange emotion bubbling under my skin. It was something I haven’t felt for many decades. It took me a minute to work it out, but then I finally understood what it was. Excitement. I was extremely excited to see what Esme had done. I actually couldn’t wait. I planned to never set down roots again, but now I was…and I was thrilled.
A/N: Bon Voyage, Tropical Pool, and Smokey Slate are all paint colors made by Behr.
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