Rosalie Hale
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Over my pile of ashes.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Feb 7, 2009 0:22:21 GMT -5
Rose let her head hang down, willing her muscles to freeze in place; she must not go inside. She was afraid of the slightest movement that might completely propel her back inside to confront Carlisle over the man's body. She closed her eyes and concentrated on Carlisle's words. He was proud of her. A new and fresh wave of affection washed over Rosalie. There was no way she would ever be able to repay him this act of kindness, of necessity, he was giving her tonight. She hadn't the slightest idea what would become of this man, this new vampire, but she knew that he would still live in some way. It had been her chiefest concern since encountering him, and it would be so; she found comfort in knowing that her adoptive father would go to this extent for her, and that he considered her his daughter. She would never ask for something like this again, but she now knew that he would sacrifice and compromise for her; something her human father probably never would have thought of.
She meditated on the goodness that lied in Carlisle and the prospect of the man surviving when she suddenly heard familiar voice penetrate the walls of their house to her ears outside where she stood. It was familiar because she had already heard him yelp in pain under the bear's claw, but this pain had torn the notes of his voice apart, unable to convey the pain that was now coursing through him. Suddenly hating herself, Rose groaned lightly into the dark night. Her mind cringed at the memory of the very vivid and excruciating pain that she'd felt when transforming. Guilt was revisited once more when she imagined it, ruining the innocent features of his face again. Her eyes stung in the absence of tears at each of his pleas for help; she vaguely wondered if Carlisle had felt this guilty and wretched the night he had turned her.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Feb 14, 2009 21:04:14 GMT -5
As he worked to save the boy’s life, Carlisle’s face set into a grave expression. These shouts of agony were different on everybody, and yet they were bound together by one thing: they were the ultimate portrayal of the farthest excesses of agony. As he looked down at Emmett’s drawn face, Carlisle could see pain etched into every prematurely deep line of his face, the discordant yells and pleads for death and yet there was nothing he could do for him. He had gone through this period with all of his children and his wife, yet it never got easier. He longed to be able to do something other than watch over him in his pain. It was, in fact, a little worse with this mauled boy, the wounds were still loosely clotted and flailing still posed some danger. Thus, as Emmett worked to thrash away some of his displeasure, Carlisle was forced to hold him back until the venom fixed him completely.
Dark eyes flashed over the boy’s healing body, white hands forced one leg to remain immobile and keen ears caught the soft apology from outside. It was only his iron cast will to keep this boy alive for his daughter that stopped him from leaving his side to comfort her. She was the first of their little family to go through this as he had for each one of them. He remembered the conflicted feelings when he had transformed Edward, how he had simultaneously rejoiced and dismayed at making the boy his companion. Though she hadn’t bitten him and initiated the transformation herself, Carlisle could only assume that she was going through something similar now.
“This is it as its worst,” he murmured, talking to both his ‘patient’ and to Rosalie. There was little he could do to comfort either, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. “It means it’s working – the venom is working. Right now it is everywhere, shifting, changing… healing. It’s finite, it will end.”
As he spoke he could smell the hint of his own venom spreading through the boy’s bloodstream, being absorbed into every cell and setting it alight. Words were fine, but screams spoke louder than them. All they could do was wait it out.
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Emmett Cullen
Settled in Forks
Vegetarian Vampire, Big Brother Cullen
Hell's not so bad if you keep an angel with you
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Post by Emmett Cullen on Feb 17, 2009 17:17:38 GMT -5
Every inch of his body felt like it was contorting, changing even dying as he laid there in blind agony. Emmett could feel tight, hard restraints hold him still as and locking him within the walls of pain and fire. If his mind had been able to process anything at that time it would have realized the moving caused more pain not less, but right now it was Emmett was capable of doing if not controlling. Thrashing more in an attempt to fight back again the tight hold of whatever it was he flung his head back and saw instantly that his Angel was gone, he was alone in this burning hell.
At that moment of loneliness he heard a distant whisper of apology, from an unseen force. He could hear the wind outside too, and all other sounds that he had never heard before even in the quietest moment of the night. As his eyes searched for his Angel he noticed things more clearly, But before he could take in all these new sights and sounds another wave of burning tore through him.
This time he jerked his legs to be free. Trying with all the reserves of his strength her tried in vain to pull his knees up to his chest. Emmett wanted to curl up and scream the agony away. His manly bravado had left him and he felt no shame in his cries of agony as ever cell in his body twisted and burned within him.
As the wave ebbed but a little her heard another voice it spoke of this been the worst, but every crest of the waves of pain seemed worst and some how more clear then before. To Emmett it felt like he was feeling the pain more clearly as he had seen and heard more clearly in lull of the pain.
As the burning rose once more his eyes opened in pain and shock of a new onslaught of agony and he could hold in the cry no more. “Please Angel.” He cried out, “Help me. Come back to me.” Emmett believed in his anguished filled distorted reality that his Angel could soothe his pain and make it better.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Feb 24, 2009 14:23:54 GMT -5
Hoping that his words had been some kind of source of comfort for his daughter, though not holding out that they would have comforted the transforming being, Carlisle continued to exert his iron grip on Emmett’s limbs. It was easy at first, but as the venom changed his biology more and more, Carlisle could feel the force that the large boy exerted getting stronger and stronger. Once it got to the point where he could no longer hold him down, however, it would be fine to let him go – his injuries would be inconsequential by then.
He tried to tune out the young man’s cries as he waited through the first thirty-six hours of the transformation without ever moving. However, it wasn’t entirely possible, not with such a compassionate ear, not when he was worrying for both his patient and his daughter. Any knowledge that the pain was to come to an end – and soon – was only a small comfort in the face of the bare-faced agony being displayed by the young man.
“Rosalie,” he whispered, leaning over Emmett as he called out for his angel once more. “His blood is changed beyond temptation – he’s asking for you.”
Who else could he be referring to? Certainly it wouldn’t be himself, he wouldn’t have a clear memory of him, only the impression of pain, as far as he knew. Even these desperate words served as a glimmer of hope, however, and Carlisle only hoped that they provided hope to Rosalie too – he was making sense, able to choke out words around screams and this thoughts seemed to be as consumed with her as hers must have been with him in her torturous journey home.
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Rosalie Hale
Dazzled
Vegetarian Vampire, PsychoBlonde
Over my pile of ashes.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Feb 25, 2009 15:20:03 GMT -5
Before this night, Rosalie had not really known the extent of some of her abilities in theory. She stood in that very spot, unwilling to move further and afraid to move closer, holding her breath through two sunrises and a sunset. She barely noticed the changes of the time with the agonizing cries coming from within the house, each one producing shame and despair. There was a few hours between twilight and sunrise when she could almost feel the tears rolling down her face. There were tears of guilt for making him go through this, and her memories of her own transformation brought up the pain in her mind. Her mind still battled with her instincts, as it brought up the memories of the journey in which she'd carried him here, taunting her, begging her to take his blood. Though she would have felt disgusted and ashamed of giving in, she knew she would always hate herself for doing this instead. She listened to Carlisle struggle with him, holding him down and keeping him from hurting himself further while his mortal wounds were still a problem, and she wished she could be there even if it was just to watch. She deserved to watch him suffer, punishment for bringing him to this fate. She deserved much worse.
Several hours passed by when his cries carried a different tone. He spoke, and her eyes grew wide in surprise. She remembered trying to speak while she changed, but she had never asked Carlisle if he had heard her or if it at all been in her mind. She turned to face the house this time, the entrance beckoning her forward. An angel? How could he possibly think that of her? Carlisle spoke this time, and his words were the ones that allowed her feet to pace lightly, softly and with caution. She opened the door, and finally allowed herself to inhale the smallest bit. She was immediately struck with relief and curiosity. She recognized Carlisle's sweet aroma, and now she was able to discern the deep fragrance of the man still in agony.
Knowing that her instincts would not be tempted, she closed the door behind her, and sprinted to the room where both men were. She gave Carlisle a worried look, wondering if he was upset with her for asking him to do this. He'd already withstood the transformation of 3 others, and she'd made him do it again. If he felt anything near the guilt and shame she did, she couldn't imagine going through it more than once. Her eyes quickly turned to Emmett, who was still writhing in pain. She took the few paces between them swiftly and she frantically searched his body for evidence of his attack. They were gone, and she could see the new pale and beautiful complexion he now had. She finally looked to his face and her breath was released softly. She had been right all along. He looked just like little Henry. He was much more beautiful and radiant, even while is features were distorted in pain, but she saw the innocence and purity that had brought her out of the deep instinct that called for his blood.
She didn't know what to say to him. She wanted to apologize and comfort him, but she knew there was no consolation that eased the pain he was in. She merely stood close to him and took her punishment as she deserved, watching his last moments of his heart beat. "It's almost over," she told him, offering the only truth she could give him. "I promise."
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Emmett Cullen
Settled in Forks
Vegetarian Vampire, Big Brother Cullen
Hell's not so bad if you keep an angel with you
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Post by Emmett Cullen on Mar 3, 2009 13:50:05 GMT -5
The fog was clearing, or maybe he was just learning to see through it. The pain was becoming more bearable as the minutes past except he had no perception of time anymore; everything ran together. Emmett was aware that there was no longer an iron grip holding his legs and that he no longer felt pain. Death was his only though, he must have died. Fear of death and what awaited him there kept Emmett’s eye held close. He knew he had never been a truly bad boy, but the years in church with the family listening to the fire and brim stone sermons was enough to scare his confused him back to paralysis.
No life flashed before his eyes. He could feel no fluffy clouds and with a relief there were no burning fires or heathen screams. Again he heard normal sounds; the brush of leaves, a door creaking in the wind, animals. All the sounds were crystal clear. The din was punctuated by a male voice that rang out above all other goings on. Blood? Changed? The words swam in Emmett’s head as he tried to comprehend what this voice meant and who it was talking about. Nothing would stay firm, nothing made sense to him. He remembered he had been bleeding, lots of blood and pain, all that faded now and was becoming less and less firm in his mind. The one thing he held on to was his Angel, she remain firm and resolute in his mind.
In the daze of confusion he heard another approach. The steps so light and steady he wasn’t sure how his ear caught them when his mind was focused else where. The voice was like the finniest tune he ever heard perfect pitch and almost sung. He knew it must be her. It had to be. The man had spoken a name and now Emmett searched his head for that name. Rosalie his mind whispered to him. Rosalie he turned it over in his mind. Like a rose, beautiful just as he remembered his saving angel to be; never more a fitting name given.
His eyes longed to open to look upon her and Emmett could fight the urge no more. “Rosalie.” A voice said as he felt his lips move, but Emmett was sure that wasn’t his voice. Even to his own ears it sounded tune filled and handsome; not how he remembered hearing himself. His eyes fluttered open and he looked upon her once again. Her hair of shining cold and her radiantly beautiful face, but she looked pain. Instantly Emmett felt and urged to wipe away that furrowed worry. He locked his eyes on her and his lips moved again bringing forth that strangers voice. “Rosalie, My Angel. I’m dead?” He asked bring forth all the thoughts he had from the darkness of the pain.
The breath he had used to speak was now gone and he pulled in another rasped breath as he remained laid on the hard floor, yet he felt no discomfort. As he continued to star into his angel’s face, Rosalie’s face, Emmett became aware of a need within him. It seemed to grow from the very back reaches of his throat and spread down to his stomach while pushing itself forward to his tongue. In all his years he had never felt such a hunger as this, yet that is what it reminded him of. He couldn’t place the food he wanted, or the substance that would quench this desire though he was certain it wasn’t momma’s beef stew he was graving. As he fought to push away the desire and keep his eyes on Rosalie he knew the burning would not be expelled and a part of him feared the pain he had recently experienced was returning. Now in his awake state he remained strong, or emitted the façade of strength.
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Rosalie Hale
Dazzled
Vegetarian Vampire, PsychoBlonde
Over my pile of ashes.
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Post by Rosalie Hale on Mar 16, 2009 14:24:25 GMT -5
Rosalie stood next to him as she remembered the last moments of her agonizing, human life. She wondered if her face was still as beautiful as his even with the grimace of intense pain showing. Even though she knew there was an end to this, she was still panicked over his writhing form, wishing she could stop it for him. She glanced at Carlisle a few times, wondering if he felt as useless as she did. The only thing that kept her standing in the same spot was her desire to count his last heartbeats. She committed the frantic beating into her memory forever, and the last one echoed in her ears, knowing that this was all her fault.
She watched him carefully after he was still, once again scanning for anything wrong even though she knew he was perfectly fine in many ways. Her eyes stopped at his when she realized that he had opened them, and saw a glimmer of recognition in them. Her mouth twitched slightly when he spoke her name, and she noted the sweet tones of his voice. Her mouth opened in protest when he again referred to her as an angel, but she didn't know how to answer his question. Yes and No. But she also remembered feeling overwhelmed and confused when she first opened her eyes, conflicting statements were probably a bad idea. She looked at Carlisle for help; there was a reason why he was considered their leader. She had no idea what to do with a new born vampire. "My name is Rosalie, yes." she told him gently, telling him the only thing she was certain of, at least. She smiled sadly at him, bowed her head. "But I'm not an angel." She felt terrible all over again. If he thought she was an angel, it was because he had been a good person, and had expected to see angels after he died. She had selfishly taken that from him and had condemned him to earth for ever instead.
"This is Carlisle," she added, hoping that the other person in the room would not appear intimidating. This time she kept her gaze on him, hoping he would take over. She, of course, remembered the day she had learned about vampires, but found that she was cowardly and could not bring herself to break the news herself.
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Emmett Cullen
Settled in Forks
Vegetarian Vampire, Big Brother Cullen
Hell's not so bad if you keep an angel with you
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Post by Emmett Cullen on Apr 1, 2009 21:07:18 GMT -5
Emmett was in awe of the beauty of this creature as she moved towards him when he spoke to her. Her eyes held worry and concern yet they didn’t mark the perfection of her features. Staring up into her face Emmett was lost, just as he had been in the pain but this was peaceful and enjoyable.
Her perfect mouth twitched and opened in an empty answer as Emmett asked her if he was dead, he knew he must be dead if she was here. His angel; so this was heaven? In the second before she answered Emmett glanced quickly around the room. It wasn’t how he’d imagine Heaven to be, a room plain and simple, Emmett had imagined peace and lightness and angels. She was there and where ever this was, Emmett was content.
When Rosalie did speak to him she confirmed her name and he smiled thinking it was a beautiful name. Yet her smile was sad and her face disappeared to him as she bowed her head, whatever made her sad Emmett want to make it go away, but when she spoke again she confused him. “Not an Angel?” He asked quizzically, “Than I’m not dead, but I was and now…” Emmett’s words tumbled out as he glanced from Rosalie to the man she indicated beside him.
The man, Carlisle, was young maybe even Emmett’s own age. His blonde hair and pale skin almost blended together, indistinct of each other. And he was handsome, Emmett was man enough to admit that; though only to himself.
“Where am I? What is this?” Emmett asked letting his words trip over themselves in confusion, worry and a little fear. “What happened? Is this hospital? Someone please…” He said anxiously his vision switching from Rosalie to Carlisle and back again with speed he wasn’t sure he possessed.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Apr 5, 2009 20:39:28 GMT -5
Carlisle gave Rosalie a calm, but serious look as she entered the room to join the two men. He knew that she needed all the support that she could get, but so did the strengthening newborn that lay prone in the midst of transformation. As much as he wanted to comfort his daughter, this was an important time in the newborn vampire’s development and he didn’t want to trigger any emotion that might alter his impression of the two of them. He thought Rosalie was his angel, his hope at the moment, but Carlisle knew that a wrong move could render her into something quite the opposite. However, he could see that his daughter’s emotions were more or less in control, or at least they were controlled enough not to startle or scare the young man.
As Rosalie told him that it was almost over, he turned his head and offered her a soft, sympathetic smile. It wasn’t a nice feeling to welcome and guide a new vampire into their race; it was a thing of necessity. He continued to take a back seat as Emmett addressed her further, not wanting to interfere. This wasn’t his decision to change the young man, it was Rosalie’s and although he had made the decision to go through with it for her, it was not his place to take this for her. Even if it wouldn’t be their most pleasant of their memories, it would be the beginning of their bond – he wouldn’t steal it from them until he was asked to intervene. He gave his daughter another confidence inspiring smile, encouraging her to go on, reassuring her that she was doing well. This was never an easy thing to; it had been difficult for his previous three ‘victims’.
He stepped forward as he heard Rose introduce him by name, exchanging a glance with her to make sure that she knew that she was doing well, but also to make sure that he wasn’t intruding by taking over. He now crouched directly by the boy, though with enough space between them so that he didn’t feel threatened – he more than knew what happened when a newborn vampire felt threatened and was in no great hurry to reach that point, not with a vulnerable Rosalie at his side.
“I know, you must be very confused,” Carlisle said, softly, his tone calm, but confident – the voice of a leader. He knew that he must be strong in this situation to inspire trust in the stranger, which he needed to persuade him of what he had become without him becoming dangerous and fighting back. His pitch eyes, with just a hint of warm gold in their core, didn’t leave the young man’s form, trying to gain his attention, which he knew would be fleeting given his newborn state. This was the difficult bit, but if he kept refocusing on his daughter, that would be fine – she could reiterate his words. “Just know, for now, that you are perfectly safe. You’ve nothing to fear here and we will explain everything. First, though, what is your name?”
It seemed an odd thing to ask, but with the rest of the family he had known their names, and had found it useful to refocus their newborn attention. He needed that catch before he began on the difficult story of what he had been enjoined to, before the risk was taken.
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Emmett Cullen
Settled in Forks
Vegetarian Vampire, Big Brother Cullen
Hell's not so bad if you keep an angel with you
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Post by Emmett Cullen on May 2, 2009 15:31:03 GMT -5
Attention was torn between all the things in the room as Emmett let his mind wander, yet always coming back to Rosalie even as she remained a little quiet. Her beauty could hold his attention a little longer then the other things around him. Everything around him seemed the same while completely different, even the people. Emmett felt unsettled and a little uncomfortable without any pain, the pain he had felt before was now completely gone.
Emmett saw the brief smile that passed from man to Rosalie, it seemed he could notice and see everything, which he found distracting. The two he’d awoken too seemed to be close and he wondered what their connection was. Their hair and eyes were the same, blonde hair and golden eyes; Emmett had never seen that color in eyes before. Family, he wondered shortly before losing focus.
As the man stepped towards Emmett he felt fear and intrigue mixed with a little jealousy. What was this man to Rosalie, or Rosalie to this man; Carlisle. The name its self was intriguing, unusual almost from another time. As Carlisle crouched beside him Emmett felt the feelings intensify and now included crowded like there wasn’t enough space between them despite the man keeping his distance. Emmett felt intruded on and as if he was intruding since the room was clearly not a hospital in face resembled a home.
The more Emmett noticed of the room the more distracted he was by everything around him; the way the wood was settling, the movement of Rosalie’s hair, the melodic sound of Carlisle’s voice. Emmett wondered if his voice sounded as musical, a baritone to Rosalie’s alto.
His name, it was a simple request but Emmett felt suspicion to go with his other growing emotions as they raced though his head. “Emmett.” He murmured in a voice that sounded anything like Emmett’s previous voice. The edges now seemed rounded and his voice deep, not gruff, just deeper and melodic like that of Carlisle.
“Where am I?” He asked ignoring the question and moving to sit up. Emmett wanted a better look at the room and his surroundings while doing so he considered the pain, and his last memories. The woods, the bear, dying…. “What happened to me?” He asked needing to know every thing immediately, and urge for knowledge growing.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Jun 11, 2009 19:19:06 GMT -5
As he waited for the boy to tell them his name, Carlisle remained stock still, knowing that any movement, even if it was just a shifting of weight or a blink could distract one so young from any simple task. He was also quite aware that this was the first time he had been through this process with anyone at his side. For Rosalie, her mother and her brother, Carlisle had been alone with them for the entire transformation process and even though he already knew from experience that everyone newborn vampire was different, he still recognised the new variable of having Rosalie at his side as they went through this.
“Emmett,” he repeated after the newborn did at last manage to focus enough to tell them his name. The calm, strong smile pervaded his lips as the young man sat up and he maintained his crouched position despite the fact that it now made him look of a smaller stature than the large, muscular newborn. He didn’t so much mind that, though as he knew that his experience and reactions would keep him safe enough and if he did get caught by a surprise burst of anger the only damage would happen to the walls that hid them from the outside world.
Pitch eyes flicked from the fully healed, fully transformed newborn vampire that now sat before them and up to Rosalie. He knew from the way that she had introduced him and kept her eyes fixed earlier that she wasn’t comfortable with this, nor should she be. It had taken Carlisle centuries to work up the courage to transform another human being into what they were, and even then it was no mean feat. He remembered the nerves seeping through when he had first delivered Edward into the world as a vampire and how they had made it that much worse as he was a mind reader. He wondered, briefly, whether Emmett would show any extra abilities – he certainly seemed extraordinarily large and muscled even by vampiric standards, though that perhaps wasn’t something that he would explore just yet.
“There was an accident in the forest,” he began, his tone even and smooth. Even though he knew that there was probably little he could do to soothe the path of this transformation, Carlisle was naturally compassionate and had a gift for empathising with others’ pain and confusion. However, in this particular instance, he did not have the full story at his disposal, Emmett’s transformation had been brought about by an instantaneous understanding between father and daughter, but now only she knew what had happened before she got him back to the house. He paused for a moment, allowing Rosalie to add detail if she cared to, before continuing himself.
“My daughter, Rosalie, found you injured out there and so brought you back here to me – I’m a doctor, you see. You have to understand, though that your injuries were severe and, this part is difficult to take in straight away, for everyone,” he paused once more, searching for some kind of eye contact with the large newborn as he knew that he must have his attention for this major crux of his development. “I am afraid that there was only one choice left open to me by the time you arrived here. Emmett, I had to turn you into a vampire if you were to survive in any form. That’s what we are, vampires.”
Pausing there, he kept his eyes on Emmett’s every twitch, knowing that that particular revelation usually provoked some kind of reaction. After all this time he had never figured out a way to convey that piece of information in a gentler manner, it was, after all, confirming to most people that the creatures of their nightmares were real and that they were now one of them. No, he had come to the decision that it was best just to confront them with it.
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Emmett Cullen
Settled in Forks
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Post by Emmett Cullen on Jun 18, 2009 18:54:50 GMT -5
Emmett could hardly pull his eyes away from his Angel, Rosalie; He even found her name beautiful. Her was, however, aware of the man in the room Emmett found her was aware of everything. He noted that this man didn’t move, he hadn’t moved at all while Rosalie had been talking. It made Em nervous, as if he was been inspected and his eyes kept flicking towards the man only to be pulled back to Rosalie, or a shadow at the window or something else that caught his fleeting attention. Everything in the room was acute and Emmett found his eyes wandered just as easily as his ears picked up every sound in, and out, of the room. His name been spoken pulled what little focus Emmett had towards the blonde man in the room. His skin was pale and his hair so blonde, Emmett saw the similarities between him and Rosalie. Where they both Angels? Was he dead? Something creaked outside; a door or a gate or a window and instantly Emmett looked towards the noise. Searching the room with his eyes all his thoughts of the two angels were gone, now he hear the shake of the trees and perhaps the flap of wings. His head turned searching in all directions for more sounds and sights. Everything so crystal clear and new drew his attention, but failed to capture and hold it.
Emmett was surprised when he glanced back and realized the man was still watching him, he’d almost forgotten he was there. Regarding his face again he saw the same honey colored eyes Rosalie had and wondered if they were related. He watched as the mans eyes looked to Rosalie, and Emmett wondered what he was thinking and what their relationship was. Did he feel jealous? Possessive? Emmett wasn’t sure what he felt, it seemed to him he was feeling everything. His mind was scrolling through emotions so quickly his body hardly had a chance to react to anything. An accident? Emmett’s mind tried to think back, but it was blurred as if he was seeing it through water. The more he tried to think back to before, even just before this room and this conversation a thick fog seemed to cloud every thought. He looked to Rosalie, she he remembered he doubted he could ever forget her face. Her face he remembered, but he couldn’t picture the surroundings of their meeting or anything that happened then or next or even before. “An accident?” He asked and again the voice that he heard wasn’t him although he knew he’d just spoken those words. “What happened?” He asked almost sure that Carlisle would explain regardless of his questioning.
Daughter, with that one word relief washed over Emmett. With their relationship defined he felt the jealousy ebb away slightly. Emmett listened to the rest of the words, not sure if he was taking them in. At the mention of injuries he looked down at his body, his ripped clothes and the blood stains showed an injury yet he felt no pain. Quickly he pulled at his shirt searching his own body for the trauma that had left the blood, but he found nothing. When Carlisle paused Emmett wondered what it was he was meant to be taking in. He saw no injuries and instantly assumed the man to be wrong, almost scoffing at his doctor title.
Looking back at Carlisle he waited for him to continue to see what other words this man had to offer. Emmett tried to focus on the face of the man; he found his attention starting to wander but each time pulled it back. It was an effort on Emmett’s part and not an easy task but he listened as the doctor spoke again. Emmett heard the word and a million fairy tales and horror stories flashed through his mind. He reminded himself he wasn’t a child, Vampires weren’t real. Vampires were stories told to scare girls and children.
The smile rose on his face and Emmett felt every muscle move to create and accommodate it. His stomach shifted and his chest rose as the laugh rose to his lips. It was a deeper and more bellowing laugh then Emmett had ever let forth before, but he rejoiced in the familiar feeling as he looked from the doctor to Rosalie. His mind whirled with his laughter and in that solitary moment the strange hunger and thirst he’d felt since waking was forgotten.
“Vampires?” He spluttered as his laugher subsided. His eyes still flitted back between the father and daughter, but neither of them had laughed. Was it true? He assessed his feelings as he sat there, his mind ran wild and his eyes roamed the whole room. He couldn’t focus on the thought of vampires, him been a vampire and them been vampires too. He caught the grain of the wood in the door, and the sound of the wind in the trees. He didn’t hear a heart beat or any steady intakes of breath. With all his clarity of hearing he’d missed these noises. Looking to them again he pulled his focus back to Carlisle. “A Vampire? No, it’s a joke right?”
His head flitted to Rosalie hoping for a clear sensible answer, “Rosalie?” He asked, speaking her name in a pleading tone, “Is it true?” There was no fear in his pleading, just a need to know and a need to be sure. His mind ran off on tangents of vampires, church, the devil, fairy stories; all the while his eyes fixed on his Angel.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Sept 13, 2009 14:49:21 GMT -5
Carlisle kept still and remained patient as the newborn’s gaze roved around. He too was aware of the movement of fowl outside, of the creak of movement and old pipes, but it had been a long time since the clarity with which he heard shocked him, or pulled his attention away from what it was that he was concentrating upon. As it was, he understood why Emmett was having such a hard time on honing on the situation at hand; even if the transformation didn’t destroy one’s attention span completely and make emotions run riot, the new development in physiology would also prove just as distracting.
As he drew to a close on his story and welcome to his new life, he kept his eyes firmly on the newborn’s features. He knew that his daughter would probably need some comfort, after all it was not long since she suffered the transformation, but he also knew that she would understand the need to attend to Emmett just now. However, of all the reactions that he had considered to the revelation that vampires did exist and that they were proof of that, laughter hadn’t even featured. He allowed the newborn a few booming peals of laughter, his expression unchanging, before holding his hand up before him, open palmed.
“I am afraid it is no joke,” he said, maintaining his calm composure as he delivered the bad news. His golden eyes slid to his daughter by his side as Emmett turned the question to her. He knew that if feelings did exist between the two of them (rather than just in Rosalie) then he would be more likely to believe her words. However, he also knew that it was difficult to watch someone realise that they had become a monster, it was like seeing someone’s soul die before your eyes, and he wouldn’t put his daughter through that if she didn’t feel strong enough to do so. He would leave it up to her, giving her an open look to go ahead if she wished.
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