Letter From Edward..And Other Ramblings

 

November, 1938

I forgot to tell you (vampires really never forget, but I didn't write about if, as we move from place to place),

that we went to a place called Forks, Washington to check out the land and the opportunities that are there for us.  It is almost a constant rain, beautiful forests, and allot of game for us to drink from perfect for us to fit in. 

Esme and Carlisle checked out the land and just before purchasing the property we went hunting and ran into an Indian tribe called the Quileutes. We were just getting ready to feed and they came up and surrounded us.  The never would have been a match for us at that moment and they were lucky that Carlisle was a peaceful man and they were in no danger.  Suddenly a small pack of wolves circled us growling and we then knew we were in a little trouble.

Carlisle diffused the situation explaining who we were and how we fed.  The tribe existed to protect the tribe and the small town.  Carlisle sat down with the chief Epharaim Black and they were able to set up a treaty stating  that we will not hunt on their land and they will leave us be, as well as a few more points of what we can and cannot do that will keep peace between us.  Carlisle explained to us about the wolves and that they are the spirit warriors of the tribe whom are awakened whenever vampires are near or on their land.  He also explained how a vampire and his mate decimated his tribe years ago.  Carlisle being Carlisle took this to heart as the story went on.  He was taking on the responsibility of what happened oh so long ago.  Epharaim Black was so interested in us vampires and how we lived and mingled with the humans.  It was not natural he said, and was really taken aback when he found out that Carlisle was a doctor and worked in hospitals.  We also agreed to try to keep the town area of vampires as the tribe did.

Esme and Carlisle purchased acreage in forks with the intention of building a home there.  The area was beautiful.our land bordered the tribe land all the way to the Canadian border, which was on their side.  It had beautiful waterfalls, streams, ponds, a lake, and mountains to climb and keep me busy and happy.  Esme couldn't wait to start planning the home and gardens.  This brought real joy to her, you could see it in her eyes and smile.

Rosalie didn't care where we moved just as long as there were shopping areas within a reasonable running distance for her.

We returned to Fall River just in case Edward was trying to reach us, and I swear he could read minds from a thousand miles away.

There was a letter waiting for us from Edward.  It read:

Dear Carlisle and family,

I am in London right now and have followed what is happening here.  It seems that war is imminent for us, and it will be interesting to see what it will take to get us into it.  This leader that everyone is worried about is sly and devious.  He shakes your hand to form an alliance with you today, just to break it tomorrow.  He gives out a false sense of security before he invades and acquires your country to be part of the Axis movement.  It seems he wants to take everything over.  Let us hope that history repeats itself as the Roman Empire went to far to fast actually weakening themselves rather than becoming stronger.  I don't know right now how this is going to play out.

I plan on trying to infiltrate their army and see what is actually happening going in.  There are many stories going around, and I want to know if they are true or not.  If they are I will feel inclined to help out the allied countries.

You may not hear from me for awhile.  I am sorry for the pain I am causing you and the family.  Please, I need to do what I need to do.  I having a feeling that this man whose name is Adolf Hitler maybe something more than what he is pretending to be. 

You can write me at this address (address written).

 I am so sorry Carlisle.  I never wanted to hurt you and Esme, but I feel compelled to see this through.   I know you don't agree with this basic life Carlisle, but I need to do what I need to do.

Tell Emmett and Rosalie I said hi, and I will be getting a hold of all of you as I find out more and more answers to all my questions. 

I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday, and I hope to be home soon.  I am really starting to miss home.

Edward

Carlisle and Esme were a little deflated when they read this.  All Carlisle had to say was "He has to do, what he has to do".  Esme stood silent, and Edward wasn't there to hear her thoughts.  Rosalie just answered, "How could he be so selfish to separate our family like this".  Luckily Edward wasn't around to hear me think I know eventually I will have to join him.


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Edward Points The Way

July, 1938,

It has been over a year since I have written as nothing interesting has happened, but that changed today.  We had heard from Edward intermittently the past few months.  He has been working in Chicago for some time now, and now has an address we can contact him at.  Carlisle asked Edward to get a phone so we can be in contact easier but he is hesitant to do so, but Carlisle gave him our number anyway.  It is very difficult to use a phone now as usually they are located on the wall at the local food store.  Very rarely do you find them at work or in a home.  Luckily for us we can afford one, as this way we are less to be overheard.  We still have be careful as most calls need to go through a live operator. To call across the country you need several different operators in distant cities to connect you to your party.  Many of them love to listen to other peoples conversations and either they would think we were crazy or they will learn of our existence which is a crime within the vampire laws.  (There are laws for us, but I will explain about those at a later date.)  Anyway that's why  it came as a big surprise when i answered the phone today that it was Edward.

I was here alone due to Carlisle being at the hospital,(did I ever mention he is a doctor), and my Rosalie was with Esme out shopping for new clothes.  When the phone rang it actually startled me, as it was so quiet here and it never rings.  I was so surprised and happy it was Edward as it gave me the opportunity to ask him to come home.  Edward, journal, made it under no uncertain terms was he going to come home with so much good he must do to help the human population.  He also told me that he resented Carlisle's and his way of life and how he must embrace the killer side of him, needing to feel it then learn how to control it.  He made me see for the first time what my true nature might be.

I asked him what he was going to do next and he told me of a man over in Germany that has manipulated his way into having almost ultimate power, and the citizens have no clue as to the damage this man is doing not only to them but to the rest of the world.  Word has it that he has started to make rules about who should live, who should be eliminated and who should be sterilized.  He also heard about the forced labor that they must do to survive.   Finally he heard that concentration camps have been built and are starting to be filled with the Jewish race, as well as other people he considers undesirable; as people of certain religious affiliations, both mental patients, and disabled either physically or mentally.  He has also made laws regarding interracial actions between  citizens.  He has been given so much power that those living over in or near Germany foresee a major war beginning to stew.  He said he doesn't exactly know what is going on there, but he is determined to find out.  Edward is going to go to Europe to see for himself what is going on.  He feels that maybe these people are feeling very restricted now, just as he feels with Carlisle expecting him not to be his true nature.

We discussed this for awhile, and I can see Edwards' point on this, as sometimes I feel the reins holding me back from something that my nature demands of me.  Mainly I work through these urges for Carlisle, Esme, and especially for my Rosalie.  Sometimes I feel like I am going to explode and eat the whole town.  I know I have had slip ups, and have always been forgiven, but I am starting to become jealous with Edward.

I told Edward to be careful and to send me a telegram personally to tell me exactly what is going on, and to send Carlisle his that he will know what is going on, but not enough to want him to come to you.  I told him I will look forward to the telegram.

We hung up just as everyone arrived home.  I told them exactly what Edward said to me, and it seems he will be headed towards Germany at anytime now.  I told them he will be telegraphing us after he is there for awhile.  I did not tell Carlisle about his resentment toward him and his true nature.  I think it is hard enough for Carlisle to deal with what is happening now, let alone that he is the cause of it.

I didn't tell them about the special telegram he will send me.  I don't know why I did that let alone try to understand what was going on inside of me some inner turmoil has started and I feel like a rat hiding anything from any of my family. I didn't know then about the conflict that was beginning to rage inside of me.  I am so glad the mind reader is not here, as I don't understand my thoughts myself yet, let alone someone is privy to them would drive me insane.

Well my Rose would like to model her new clothes and I need to seem normal to her.  As it is now, my internal self is starting to rethink who I am and what I am.

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Could I have stopped him?

April 1937

I didn't know where our home was, but it must have been close to the city, well close for us, it was 162 miles to Fall River, Massachusetts. It is a very nice place here and has many overcast days for us to fit into the human population.

Luckily Carlise decided to hunt on the way. It gave me more time to prepare what I was going to tell them what happened when we were away from our family's home. I couldn't just tell them he just left to go kill the bad guys. Rosalie saw the torment in my eyes and tried to make it better. "Emmett, no one holds you responsible for Edward and his actions," she could see the sting in my eyes when she said those words, and she went on to say "Carlise feels that even he would not have been able to stop him. Please stop taking the blame for his actions", then she hugged me as she whispered in my ear "Emmett I love you". I knew Carlise and Esme heard the whole conversation as our ears are so sensitive to any sounds or conversations around us. Sometimes I wish Rosalie and I were alone more often to have a little privacy. With Edward gone at least my thoughts are secure. That thought stung right through me, and Rosalie was right there holding my hand in comfort. I love her so much but I didn't realize until how much I really needed her. She is the string that holds me to this earth and not someone lost in the clouds of a rainy day.

When we were well sated at least for the time being we continued toward our home, and as we approached the city I saw a house that was huge, and of course I knew it was ours. I also knew that Esme had the inside torn apart with her remodeling. That was Esme's passion, remodeling. That was her hobby to pass the time away, Carlise worked as a doctor at the nearby hospital as he loves to help people as much as he could. Rosalie loves to shop I really wish she would have someone to shop with, as I know most women like to do. I have yet to meet a woman who hates shopping. As for me I love playing with bears, well hunting them and wrestling with them. I donate the meat to the food charities and all is well. Edward, well Edward loves to play the piano. He writes his own music, and I have to say how wonderful his music really is.

Well we entered and I went up to take a quick shower before I discussed by trip. The bad as well as the good. At that I pulled out my new pictures so I could share them with everyone. When I came down the stairs everyone was in the living room and turned to look at me. Here I go, I thought to myself.


"Let me tell you about Edward first" I started to say when Carlise interrupted me, "we know Emmett" I answered him quickly and asked "What do you know?" "Well we know about Edward not coming home with you, as he sent us a telegram" having the question wiped off my face. He went on to say "He wrote" Carlise was pulling out the telegram from his shirt pocket, you could see how worn it was as it appeared to have been read many times. Carlise then went on reading

Carlise, I will not be returning with Emmett. Stop.

There is some business I need to attend to in Chicago. Stop.

I don't know when or if I will be returning home. Stop.

I don't know if you'll accept me for the things I must do. Stop.

Your son, Edward


"So Emmett, that is why we already knew when you disembarked the train. Maybe you'll tell us what happened."

"Well," I quietly said, and at that I sat and told them the entire story. I finished by saying " if I had knowledge that this was going to happen, I would have contacted you immediately to help me with him.I have repeated the situation over and over again.  I think that if I wasn't so involved in my own situation I may have seen what was coming.  Could I have stopped him?"

"No," Carlise quickly said, "and I wouldn't have even tried, Edward has to do what he decides he has to do.  Maybe he will come back, and no matter what he has done, I will greet him with open arms.  With that I would love to hear about your trip."

I told them everything, and showed them all the pictures, everyone agreed that it seems that I had a wonderful family and my legacy will live on with the new baby, my nephew Emmett.  Of course Rosalie didn't care for the picture of Mary Louise, but she understands why I have it.

After that Rosalie showed me around the new city and where the best hunting spots were, it also gave us alone time, but we didn't talk much, we were hugging and kissing too much to speak!



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Happy To Be Home?

Here I was heading towards New York's Grand Central  Station.  I could have run faster than the train if I was  so inclined, but Carlise would have been disappointed in me.  I was rather glad at the fact that the train was slower, as it gave me more time to think about what I was going to say to my family regarding Edward's decision not to return with me.

Everyone was afraid that would be me that would not be returning, and worse yet I would turn into the monster I could become. I was finding it very difficult not to let the monster in me taking over.  It is very difficult to be around so many different blood odors.  Everyone has a particular scent as if they are wearing different perfumes or cologne.  If that is not bad enough listening to their heartbeats is almost overwhelming.  I don't need to breathe, however it makes us more conspicuous to the humans if we don't.  Humans are attracted to us immediately.  The way we look, smell, and talk makes us the worst kind of monster.  Our victims come to us, are drawn to us without rhyme or reason.  Everyone knows to run away from wild animals, anyone that looks menacing, areas that can isolate you from the bustle of the street, and things that go bump in the night.  The real problem is that they don't believe anything they can't see.  If they don't see it, then it must not be real.  Therefore there isn't anything like a vampire or a werewolf, so they walk right in, and never even think about what or why, they are just lambs to the slaughter.

When it began to be unbearable I would step outside between the trains and calmed myself.  When I would get my head clear I would take the time to rehearse my words about Edward.  I imagined each of their faces.  Esme would be the hardest hit as much as a mother that I could ever ask for.  Carlise who considers Edward his son, as he turned him and they have been together ever since.  I am sure that he will stand stoic yet still inside he will be suffering over the feeling of loss.  My Rosalie will be bothered but she and Edward really just tolerate each other.  I personally believe they care for each other more than they care to admit.

I went back into the first class car as most of the people went into their sleeper cars.  I looked at the papers left behind and found a Chicago newspaper.  I just read the major stories about the city, and it found myself thinking about who wouldn't see a tomorrow. 

Doesn't it always seem that you get to where your going faster when you are dreading about what is ahead, instead it drags on when you want to get somewhere you really want to go to.  Well it seems like that to me anyway.

As the train pulled into New York I realized that I still haven't figured out what I was going to say about Edwards disappearance.  As the train pulled into the station I could see my family waiting anxiously for me to disembark and join them. Esme looked as if she was crying if she: could.  God I hated that look, it was like a mother losing her child.  With Esme brings back some of human memories she has.  She lost a child in her human life.  She had jumped off a cliff thinking she had nothing to live for.  Carlise found her in the morgue dying when he turned her, and made her his wife.  It's a long story which I will share with you some day, but not today.

I jumped off the train, maybe a little too fast in front of the humans, but I needed to be in my angel's arms where I would be whole again. Carlise didn't even reprimand me for the action.  I ran to my Rosalie grabbing her and swung her around and hugged her as hard as I could in front of the humans, then I kissed her as loving as I could not and not cause a  scene. Next came Esme.  She hugged me as if I would disappear right in front of her eyes. She whispered in my ear "Welcome home son, I've missed you so much, we all have, we all have, especially Rosalie."  With that I heard a small growl knowing it was Rosalie.  I laughed loudly at her, which made her turn away with that YOUR GOING TO GET IT look, which of course made me laugh even harder.  Rosalie doesn't enjoy anyone talking about her feelings, but she will accept Esme telling it, after all Esme taught her how a mother should be with her child.  Love instead of controlling, affection instead of manipulation, and accepting her just the way she is not using her for placement in society.  No Esme could do no wrong even if she does.  Last came Carlise.  He patted me on the back, and gave me a hug the way fathers do when they greet their son.  "Welcome home son,  I'm glad you made it without any incident." eg: I am relieved that you didn't kill anyone! 

I searched everyone's eyes and wondered why none of them asked me where Edward was.  They all seemed to be hazy and unreadable.  My mind was racing trying to figure out what to say.  Again I wondered why they haven't asked where Edward was.  Was I really happy to be home?

I stared back at them and said very quietly "I have something to tell you".  "We know" replied Carlise with sadness in his voice "let's go home and you can tell us what happened."


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Finally!

February 1937

After planning this trip for as long as I have, I have surprised myself that I'm not as excited as I thought I would be.  I am not saying that I am not glad to be here, as I am, it's just that I need to be here. To be sure I am not recognized by anyone, I am going out in the evening and am standing in the shadows.  Since human memories become may have muted, faded, or totally disappeared entirely I cannot be seen period.  That is one of the reasons Edward is here with me.  He is damage control, my eyes and my ears.  The other reason is to stop me from dining on anyone here.

We arrived in Springfield close to dawn.  Springfield Tennessee is only 26 miles from Clarksville, which is where I am from.  We took the overnight train to make it easier on us.  As we do not sleep we had an advantage over the humans.  We were able to hide right in sight.  Although after awhile the sluggish speed of the train seems to wan on the nerves.  Fortunately to move from one car to another you actually are outside.  If any blood became too sweet I would just go out and clear my head.  About 2AM I was starting to become really bored.  I felt too wired to pretend to sleep so I thought "hey Edward come outside with me."  I kept thinking hard about Rosalie not to make him suspicious.  "What do you want?" Edward asked as the door closed behind him.  "Not much I guess," I started my answer, then I swung around punched his shoulder and hissed "Your it!" as I ran up on top of the trains and thus began our game of tag.

If you could imagine 2 vampires running from train to train, up, down, inside and out, at a speed that is nothing but a blur to humans, you would definitely laugh at the antics Edward and I were up to.  We ran silently through the sleeper cars, walked casually through the open cars, and I did manage to push Edward totally off the train twice.  It is hard to do anything with Edward because of his advantage over you.  I hope someday in this forever he will meet someone who's mind is unreadable, I would love to see the frustration it would cause.

When we stopped our game of tag we went and sat in first class.  It was heavily littered due to the overnight ride and many uppity people believing that the servants would get it.  Edward and I sat across the aisle from each other and for awhile I closed my eyes as if to sleep, actually I was thinking of Rosalie and her errand of mercy.  I was hoping it was not going to be too trying for her and Esme.  Esme I knew would be alright, but this was hitting very close to home for my angel.  Plus I missed her.  I loved her and I missed her.  She has that very tight pull over me.  A very low hiss came from Edward.  Without opening my eyes I  whispered "Is something wrong?"  He didn't reply.  I assumed he was just reading my thoughts and didn't like all the Rosalie thoughts I was having.

I opened my eyes just before they called our stop in Clarksville.  I saw Edward with a look on his face that I never had seen on him before.  It was a murderous look.  In his hands was the Chicago Daily Times.  I had forgotten, well that is not quite true vampires do not forget anything, but those things to us that are not of top priority gets filed away until we need the information again.  As I was noting, I had forgotten that Edward was from Chicago.  His parents died there of the Spanish Influenza, and there he was changed by Carlise.  "Edward," I said maybe a little too sharply but it caught his attention, "What's the matter?  You are scaring some people."  Edward looked back at me and I could tell he was concentrating on making himself look and act calm.  "Nothing really Emmett," he answered back, "Just some news from home."  I looked at the paper quickly and read some of the headlines.  Amid the normal talks of the day, war, it seemed to be the daily news of Chicago regarding gangsters, racketeering, and it appears that the steel workers were on strike.  It was enough news of Chicago to depress a normal man, but a murderous look?  I'm not so sure.

We entered Clarksville about 5AM and from there ran the 26 miles to Springfield.  Edward stopped to pick up any Chicago paper he could find at the newsstands.  Since at the time there were 5 different newspapers to choose from he had little trouble getting his hands on one of them.  We chose the hotel we were going to stay at and after checking in he went to the lobby newsstand and ordered and paid for a month of the papers to be ordered and kept for him to pick up.  I can tell you that I am somewhat worried about Edward and his sudden interest in the Chicago News.  I did try to ask him what was going on, and got nothing back add to that the fact we were in separate rooms, it was hard to keep an eye on him.  I really believe that we are what we are, and our nature is to drink blood, human blood.  Even if we have been animal drinkers I don't think we will ever lose our taste for human blood. Sometimes I wish I had his gift of mind reading, I would love to know what was in that mind of his.

After checking in we both took showers and looked 100% better than when we walked in.  It's amazing how great a shower can make you feel.  As soon as it was safe to go out on the street we went to the local library to read back newspaper issues around the date of my death.  We found enough to give me the sense of who I was, and where I was headed.

According to the newspapers I had already graduated High School, and was going to start college at The University of Tennessee in the fall of 1935.  According to the society announcement I was going to study Business and then join my father in our family business in which we owned several stores and hotels.  On another society page was the announcement of my engagement to a Mary Louise Simmons.  According to the announcement we were to be wed after my college commencement.  She is beautiful, the picture of her brought back a small pull for me, but now my heart belonged to my angel.
Then came the headline "Local Boy Missing in the Appalachian Mountains"  It read:  Local Boy, Emmett Lewis, 17, did not return as scheduled from a planned hiking trip.  Rangers have been searching for Mr. Lewis since his father reported him missing when he didn't return home on the day he was supposed to.  As of now the rangers are searching close to his itinerary, yet they have found nothing.  Mr. Lewis is due to graduate this coming June, and attend the University of Tennessee this fall. Edward and I kept up on the story of the search and rescue for a few weeks until it changed to "Local Boy Feared Dead"  Basically it repeated all the information, including where the search was held.  Apparently my backpack was found torn to shreds, and there were bear prints around the campsite.  It went on to state what an experienced hiker I was, had some quotes from friends about what kind of person I was; fun loving, prankster, and very loyal.  My obituary stated that I left my parents, my grandmother Eloise, grandfather Roland, an older sister Margaret, a younger sister Judith, and a younger brother Joseph.  It also mentioned my fiancee Mary Louise Simmons.

It was hard to read about my death.  I had a hard time trying to figure out how my death impacted those I loved.  Once I had all the details I then started to go and eavesdrop on my family.  When I heard their voices and laughter vague recollections started to enter my head.  It began to feel like home to me again.  I wanted to make sure that everyone was fine and had accepted the inevitable.  I entered the house one night when everyone was sleeping and went through the house.  My old room looked like I never left it.  I had a beautiful picture of Mary Louise on my desk, along with my planner and date book.  I fingered through it so see what I had noted that seemed to be so pending and now so insignificant.  It held the dates for prom, graduation, and all the parties.  It appeared I had something planned in my free time between my trip and summer vacation.  It appears as if I led a full life.  In the sitting room I found my picture, and many family photos that we were all in.  I went searching for unframed photos, I wanted one of my whole family to keep with me.  It took me two nights but I finally remembered where Mom kept all the pictures.  I also took one of Mary Louise and myself.  I know Rosalie will be somewhat jealous, but I want to keep my past my past, but I would like to have some pictures with me for eternity.  Talking with Edward about it, he agrees that Rosalie will get upset, but will believe me that it is part of my past that makes me what I am.

During my invisible family time Edward would disappear.  I did stop by his room one evening and saw all the newspapers that had accumulated in his room.  I saw all the handwritten notes on the stories and asked him about them.  He said he was tracking crime rate and what was happening.  I didn't think much more of that.

I also found out that my older sister had married and I have a nephew.  She named him after me.  He is a joy as I watched from afar.  He is just starting to walk, and of course I swiped one of his pictures for myself.  I also watched Mary Louise.  From what I have heard and seen she has just started dating again.  My wish for her is all the happiness she deserves.  She will make a wonderful wife and mother, and the lucky gentlemen who steals her heart better take very good care of it, or I may have to come back and deal with him.

Edward has helped me so much through this self discovery trip I've been on.  He has been my rock helping me uncover and paste my past.  One night when we were hunting Edward asked me if I thought this trip was worth it to me, to shore up my past, if I really felt I could leave this all behind.  I explained to him that the past is what makes up the future.  It seems I was not a devil in my past life.  My life was full, my loved ones mourned me and have moved on.  My fiancee has seemed to also move on.  I can move forward now without regret.  I can leave and never return.  I can love my Rosalie without any doubt left behind, and my angel deserves someone without any reservations.  It is funny how people cope with death.  It seems to have pulled my family closer, and had made them realize to be thankful for what they had now, and not worry about what they will have in the future.

I was starting to plan our trip to New York to meet up with Esme, Carlise, and my Rosalie.  That is when I noticed that Edward had started to receive the local paper.  I asked Edward, "What are you up to?"  "Nothing that concerns you" answered Edward a little on the nasty side.  I assumed he was hungry and offered to go hunting, he said he was fine.  It was right after that I swear I could smell human blood on him, and shortly there ever his eyes were becoming tinged with red.  I then put it all together, he was becoming a judge and jury with all the newspapers.  "We are leaving today!" I yelled at him.  All he could answer was "Fine."

"Edward, what has gotten into you?" I asked.  "This injustice has to end," he replied.  "The police are just as corrupt as the culprits who are causing the damage.  Emmett, they are real people, real people who are being hurt.  Everything from losing their life savings to being beaten for speaking out.  There are women in Chicago being abused by the police, using their nightsticks to poke their breasts and their groins.  I just can't stand the injustice anymore."  "Edward," I answered calmly "You know we just don't get involved in such things."  "I know," he answered, and I believe Carlise would be very disappointed with me."  "I wouldn't worry about Carlise Edward, I would just worry about losing yourself in this self imposed vendetta.  Don't become the monster that we have latent inside us."

With that we headed the 26 miles to Clarksville to board the train to New York, to our recent home, to our family, to my Rosalie.

While we waited Edward was quiet.  He folded back into himself, back to being depressed and morose.  I was so relieved when the train came.  We boarded the train and found seats in first class, and just as the train was going to pull out of the station, Edward stood up and announced "Emmett, give my best to Carlise, explain to him how sorry I am, but I am not going back.  Tell him I may be back, but right now I know what I need to do".  "Edward!" I hissed, he knew I couldn't yell in the car, nor would I restrain him.  No matter what we tried to be Carlise insisted that we knew we could go our own way.  "Edward," I said a little deflated this time, "Have you really thought about what you are about to do?"  "Yes" was all he answered as he turned and left me.

I sat alone thinking about what I was going to say when I reunited with my family.

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Last Train To Clarksville

We both ran like the wind to the woods, laughing the whole way. When we approached a herd of deer she ran up behind me, jumped on my back, then flipped over to get the largest buck, the one I was going for. It was wonderful to hear Rosalie laugh at me,then she scared the deer in many different directions. She thought it was just hysterical that she ate and I didn’t. At this point my throat was burning intensely; it was hard to watch her suck the buck dry. I said “Rosalie!” in a laughing growl “You took my dinner and didn’t even share!” Rosalie, still with a laugh in her eye answered coolly, “Emmett, how could I have known what you wanted, you didn’t say ‘pass the buck please’.” I yelled “That’s it, you better run and hide!” All of a sudden I thought to myself, ‘Emmett when are you going to learn to keep your mouth shut’. I was afraid she would get upset thinking back to Royce cornering her. Then it happened, Rosalie pushed me down and ran laughing all the way saying “You have to catch me first!”

Rosalie went barreling through the trees, and I was in quick pursuit after her. When I got up to her I caught her by her waist and I turned her to face me and I kissed her. She grabbed me with both hands on my cheeks and kissed me back, I mean really kissed me back! It was so unexpected, that I fell back and she fell on top of me. She looked happy to me, and this time I said to myself ‘Emmett keep your mouth shut’.

I thought I was in heaven with my angel. I had many thoughts rip through my head. Vampires can think of many different things at once and still be focused on what they are doing and the feelings that go with it. I didn’t want to think of anything else, I just wanted to concentrate on kissing Rosalie. Rosalie rolled to her side continuing the kiss, and just as quickly as it started Rosalie stopped, and rolled on her back. I stayed on my side looking at her and gently taking my hand, I started to softly stoke her face. It is a beautiful face, if you met her anywhere you would be mesmerized by it. If she is this beautiful now, I could imagine what she looked like before. Changing into a vampire enhances your look and thankfully toward the better. She must have been beautiful when she was a human.

Human, I wished we had met when we were human. She probably would never have looked at me twice at that time I laughed to myself.

Rosalie’s eyes drifted off to another place, I have started to call it her dark place, then they suddenly came right back to the present. She didn’t seem upset at all, it seemed to me that she was thinking of what to say next, which was excellent as I didn’t want to taste my foot yet again, nor would I want to spoil this wonderful moment we were sharing.

“Emmett?” she said hesitantly, “I’m so sorry.” I looked at her confused; usually it was me who was sorry. “What?…why?” I asked her, “I don’t understand why you are sorry. Are you sorry we kissed?” “Oh, no!” she answered quickly. “Emmett, I’m sorry because it’s taking me a long time to be able to give myself to you. I am just beginning to trust myself, and my decisions. I really didn’t expect you to stay with me so long. It must be very hard for you. ” She softly answered. “Rosalie, Angel” I started to say “I want you to take as much time as you need. I have already fallen head over heels in love with you, and I will wait until forever for you.” “But, But” she started; I quickly put a finger on her lips to stop her from saying anything. “Please Rose, listen to me, I’ll wait until the end of time if I need to. I don’t want you to do anything you are not ready for, and anyway I don’t want you that way until you are comfortable, and we are united together.” With that Rosalie stared at me surprised and said “What are you saying Emmett?” I looked at her mischievously and answered her “Come on Rose, I know you heard me.” “Yes I did”, she answered, then went on to say “I’ll let you know when I am ready, but until then you can woo me”. We both started laughing together. Then I finished our talk with “Woo you, I don’t know if I can afford to woo you…” Rosalie smirked.

“Emmett, it’s time for me to cook you a dinner! You have yet to see my culinary expertise.” She sprung up and ran as fast as she could. She found a large buck and brought it down. I was watching every part of her, her grace, her eyes, and most of all her smile. “Well”, she said matter of factly, “Are you just going to stand there and look like a lost puppy, or are you going to drink your dinner. I promised I would cook it for you and here it is!” I can’t really recall when we had this much fun in a real long time.

We continued to hunt until we were full. I could still sense the burning in my throat, but that really doesn’t go away. Carlise told me that he has learned from others of our kind that the burn never goes away, even if you drink humans.
I knew that it was getting late, and it was time to go back to the city and get on the train. I looked at the horizon and remarked out loud, “What a beautiful sunset, a perfect end to a perfect day, with the perfect love, and lady by my side.” I swear it looked that Rosalie would have blushed right then if she could. “Emmett” she whispered “Sometimes you step on your own feet when you say things to me, but I want you to know that many times you know how to say the right thing to make me feel wanted, loved, and safe.” “So,” I laughed and said, “Does this mean that we are officially dating?” Rosalie at that point rolled her eyes at me, kissed me again, turned and without words we ran.

As we were heading towards the station I replayed the last few hours in my mind over and over. I couldn’t believe we finally crossed that barrier. My angel has let me in, and I found out how much I was in love with her. Wait a minute; did I really allude to marriage? I did! Oh, I can’t believe I said that, but the most important thing to remember is she didn’t react negatively, most of all she didn’t slap me.

When we reached the station Edward and Carlise were already there. We found out that Esme’s train already left. Emily was safe at her mother’s house. Carlise made sure Mr. Lindsey and his goons were sleeping restlessly in jail awaiting arraignment. Mr. Lindsey was arrested for tax evasion, the IRS found out about his second set of books. He actually has a second set of books, which conveniently fell into the hand of the FBI. The IRS seized all his assets until it could figure how much he owed to them. It seems that Mr. Lindsey can be connected to organized crime, and can be traced to a list of crimes. and one of his goons is talking. Rosalie smiled, that’s what I loved to see. Her happiness, that’s what I wanted, I wanted her to be happy.

It seems that we accomplished everything we wanted to do today. Edward shook his head and laughed. He was listening to something. I can’t wait to find out if he found out anything that my Rosalie was thinking, again he shook his head yes. Our train arrived and after hugs and kisses, and kisses, and even more kisses, Edward pulled me by the shirt sighed and said “Come on Romeo, it is time to board the last train to Clarksville.
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Tying Up Loose Ends

*Please note, my wonderful editor is having internet problems this month, so we agreed to go ahead and post this entry. I'm sure she will scream at my mistakes, and I'm sure we will all hear her. LOL Let us all pray that the internet gods are watching over her and she will be back soon. Hugs Nicole.

Tying Up Loose Ends

February 15th, 1937

Last night was a wonderful evening for all of us, okay for most of us, Edward was standing in the shadows. Rosalie was so happy with her Valentine gift. I could feel how happy and excited she was because she gave me that special smile of hers. Her smile gave the stars no competition. Instead of a store bought card, I wrote her a letter explaining to her that she held the key to my heart. My love belonged to her and her alone.

While we danced the night away, Carlise told Esme about our day and all about Emily Rogers. As there was no time restraints for us, businesses close, the band stops playing, and everyone finally goes home. Well almost everyone. I took Rosalie to the middle of a trail we walk sometimes, and I laid down a blanket so we could sit and watch the stars. We kissed and snuggled and for about the first time Rosalie relaxed,I mean actually relaxed. She was starting to trust me, and I wasn't about to mess that up. I will give her all the time she needs and wants. When it happens for us it will be for love.

Rosalie actually was very loving when we got home. We hugged and kissed and held each other all night. She knew I was leaving tomorrow, so she held me tight, and didn’t want to let go. “Rosalie,” I whispered “please don’t worry about me going and coming home. I gave you the key to my heart, you, and only you can open it. You keep it for yourself because I don’t think anyone else is so right for me as you.” “Oh Emmett, I do love you,” she started to answer; “There is no one out there I trust with my heart also. I am resigned to the fact that you are leaving but will come back for me. I believe in you, and I will keep your heart close to mine until I can give it back to you.” At that point Rosalie gave me my Valentines gift a Rolex watch. It was me, very durable and very masculine in appearance. I loved it.

“Emmett?” She asked. “What is it Rose?” “I realize how much you really love me, it took me awhile, but I know now you will be back for me,” “yes my love” and she smiled and was quiet for a long time.

“Emmett?” She started again. “Yes Rose?” “Where’s Edward?” A simple enough question, but had a complicated answer none the less. I explained what happened at the Jewelers, and the details about the horrid owner and his employee Emily Rogers. I think if we don’t help her she will be dead. I could see that she was remembering Royce, so I hugged her tightly, and helped her to relax.
“I knew something was up!” She hissed. “I heard a little of Esme’s and Carlise’s discussion of what to do and Esme seemed concerned about this Emily person, and discussing their options of what to do with her. Esme sounded a little upset, like a mother that is upset, and they talked about having to take her to New York, well that was all I could get from listening, as they went out hunting.” She was getting very angry now. “Rose, honey?, honey?, Rosalie?” I asked her, getting worried about her anger. “Rosalie, don’t get angry with me not telling you about it, I wanted us to have an evening where we just relaxed and enjoyed ourselves with no interruptions. I knew she was safe last night, so I decided to wait until now to tell you.” “You only said something when I asked about Edward! How can I trust you to go away and tell me everything that happened to you?” She sobbed. I knew this was her lack of self esteem talking, but knowing it and seeing the past flare up in her eyes made me wish I could have met her before there was a Royce King in her life.

Just as I was starting to calm her down by having her lean on me and I stroked her cheek there was a soft knock at the door. I asked “who is it?” Very softly we heard “Rosalie, it’s me Esme, may I come in?” Rosalie looked at me, as I nodded to her, “yes Esme, and please do.” “I’m sorry to bother you two, but I heard the two of you and you both seem to be upset. I wanted to see if anything was wrong.” With that she winked at me when Rosalie turned her head.

Esme came and sat on the corner of the bed and took Rosalie’s hand, and quietly said “Rosalie, no one was trying to keep anything from you. Quite the contrary as a matter of fact, Carlise and I were smoothing out the details before I came to ask your help.” Rosalie answered “What details?” “Well Carlise and I figured you wouldn’t let Emmett go without helping him to pack, then getting ready to say good-bye.” Rosalie signed, you can tell she was trying to block out the inevitable, but finally resigned to the fact that I was really leaving for awhile.
“Rosalie, Carlise and I figured out that you and I should take Emily and her children to New York City. New York University is about the only University that accepts women into their institution for study. He says he will have no problem getting them to accept her. Carlise will meet us there after he takes care of Mr. Lindsey and any of his cohorts and make sure their never have the opportunity to take advantage of anyone else.” “Is Carlise going to kill them? That doesn’t sound like Carlise at all!” Rosalie hissed, almost if he was going to kill them, she wanted to stay and help! Esme answered, surprised at even the mention the fact of Carlise kill someone, no matter their character or their crime “Of course not Rosalie, he is just going to make his life miserable, as Mr. Lindsey has made of all his victims. He plans on Mr. Lindsey losing his business this morning and by five he will be on the soup line.” “I hope he chokes on it! Rosalie spat out.”
“Now Rosalie, just concentrate on what we have to do, and how we can help without Emily figuring out what we are.” “Okay, Okay Esme, what are we going to do?” Rosalie sighed. After Esme sighed herself, she went on to say how she will go ahead of them to purchase a house, decorate it, furnish it, and hire a nanny to watch the children while she is at school. Rosalie, you will help Emily get to where she will live, and Carlise, will be joining us after he takes care of Mr. Lindsey. He will help her with her acceptance and with all the expenses; at least she graduates and gains employment to support her and her children.

I sat there taking it all in. These monsters as humans would call us are the most sympathetic people I have ever met.

We all gathered the things we needed and went into town. We spotted Edward as soon as we turned the street, as we have sharper, heightened senses. We made it closer to him when I stopped cold. If I smelled it so did everyone else. It was a scent, a scent of a vampire, and not one we recognized. Carlise said “Wait, let’s get to Edward first, maybe he knows something.” Since we were in view with the humans we had to walk like a human, which seems so slow to me.

That is the reason Edward and I are taking a train, we need to keep up pretenses.
When we approached Edward he told us to relax. He told us that he did indeed smell the vampire, and he ran to see if it was one looking to attack us. He ran back to Emily’s, he said it took all of 2 minutes to find her and read her mind. Her name was Mary Alice. She really doesn’t know what happened to her. She is looking to meet someone in Philadelphia. Someone I thought? “Yes" Edward said, "someone.” Damn I hate when he does that. You can’t have a private thought to yourself. He looked at me and with one of his sly grins he said “I try Emmett, I really do. Anyway he went on to say she has visions, and he watched her kill an animal and drank its blood. Her eyes were amber like ours, she did catch our scent, and she wanted no part of looking to see who was near, like she was running from something.
“What about Emily?” Carlise asked, aloud so we could all hear the conversation. Well Edward went onto say that it appears that Mr. Lindsey is quite the coward, he sent 2 large men to see her. I listened to their thoughts and couldn’t believe at what they were told to do, and how much they were being paid to do it. Edward looked at Rosalie and told her he was sorry to have to say it aloud, she must have thought something. So he didn’t want to kill him, but he did want to send a message, so he staged a fight to scare them off. It worked so good that Mr. Lindsey himself was taken aback when he came sniffing around.

Carlise ran the plan through his head, and Edward thought it was a great idea. He even pondered getting the vision reader to make sure it will work. Carlise laughed.

Edward said that he had to go home and get his things. I knew I should have picked up his belongings, it totally slipped my mind. He also mentioned that Rosalie should hunt before she takes her journey with the humans. He told me he would meet me at the station later as our train doesn’t leave until tonight.

Carlise took the three of us up to Emily’s apartment. Carlise and I introduced Rosalie and Esme to her and the three young children. I could see Rosalie’s pain as she said her “nice to meet you” to them all.

Carlise told her of his plan, and when he told her about school and a nanny is when she broke down and cried. It was a happy cry. He told her that for her protection she needed to be ‘somewhere’ else while Esme did what she had to do, and soon He will have to do what he had to do. As she hesitated to leave without saying goodbye to her family and friends, Esme had to explain to her what happened to Edward last evening. I told her she would have plenty of time to say goodbye to everyone before she leaves, but she can never tell anyone where she is.

Rosalie excused herself and told them she would be back soon and we left. Rosalie looked at me and said “One last hunt before you have to leave?” She looked into my eyes and gave me that smile of hers as I said to her “beat you to the woods!” We both laughed at that and ran.

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