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Twice in two days!

A very awesomely special thanks to Aelimir for the awesomely special ideas!

My howl of terror echoed through the forest, but by the time the second echo had sounded, I was already safely back inside the house.

My chest heaved with newly found horror, I blinked, and Jasper was in front of me, having sensed my fear.

'Emmett, what happened? Are you alright?' Jasper sounded distressed, scanning my body for injuries or any signs of an attack.

I tried to reply, but my voice was lost. Jasper waited impatiently for me to recover, walking to the windows to check outside.

'I... I...' I tried, but my chest stung with fear, keeping my throat tight. If I were human, I believe this is would be a heart attack.

'Emmett, you need to tell me! Out with it! What did you see?' Jasper pressed, grabbing my shoulders roughly, staring me down. I was cornered, I couldn't hold it in-

'Samara.'

EDWARD POV

'And this is my room.' I stated nervously, leading Bella through the hallway and into my golden-carpeted sanctuary.

Bella's first instinct was to find and sit on my bed. But it didn't exist. I watched her spin around twice looking for it, before she turned to me.

'No bed?' She asked, confused.

'No, I don't sleep.' I admitted, taking a step into my room.

'Ever?'

'No, not at all.' I smiled, Bella looked surprised, but she dropped the subject despite the many unasked questions I could see in her eyes.

Bella opened her mouth to say something, but a loud, Emmett-like scream prevented her from transforming her thoughts into words. Curse him.

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGHH!!!' Crash. Slam.

Bella looked horrified. I decided to ignore the screaming, assuming Emmett's football team had lost a point or something. I wondered if distraction would work on Bella...

'So... do you like... stuff?' I asked slowly.

Bella raised her eyebrows.

Maybe I should have thought that through...

JASPER POV

Edward told me not to speak to Bella, so I took refuge in mine and Alice's room with a history book while Alice re-arranged her wardrobe again, this time by favorite to least favorite.

'Alice, did you know that there were an average of six stretchers for every one thousand injured soldiers in World War One?' I asked my wife, fascinated that I had found a fact about a war I'd never read before.

'That's so tragic...' Alice sighed. I looked up at her in surprise.

'Did you just say what I thought you just said? You care? Wait... you listened to what I said?' Normally Alice would tell me she honestly couldn't care less, this was a first!

'Sorry, did you say something Jasper?' Alice asked, noticing my voice for the first time.

'Um... no, I didn't.' I smiled, turning back to my book.

'Look Jasper, the button on my ninth favorite shirt came off! How tragic is this?' Alice murmured, holding the shirt up to me.

'Extremely.' I lied.

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGHH!!!' Crash. Slam.

'What the hell was that?' I sat up too suddenly, and my book flew into the opposite wall leaving a rectangular imprint.

'It sounded like Emmett!' Alice gasped. 'You don't think he heard me when I said my shirt was ruined?'

'Yeah, I'm sure he'd be devastated about that.' I said sarcastically, searching for Emmett's emotions.

'His football team probably got fouled or someth-'

'He's terrified! Absolutely horrified! Somethings happened. Stay here.' And then I ran from the room containing my shocked wife, a mound of clothes and an imprinted wall in search of Emmett.

ESME POV

'I think it went wonderful, Carlisle! She's such a sweetheart... really loves the house too!' I recollected to my husband over the phone. Carlisle was still at work, but I couldn't wait to tell him all about Bella.

'What did Emmett do?' Replied the phone.

'What are you talking about? Emmett didn't do anything...' I lied.

'Darling, you never were an excellent liar. And of course Emmett did something, he's Emmett. Alice gave me a list of the possible things he would do when Bella arrived. Which one did he go with? The witch hunt? The holy water? The Ghost Busters?'

'The Demon Circle.' I sighed, defeated.

'Ah. Personally, I thought he'd go with the Ghost Busters...' Carlisle mused.

'Don't tell me you're disappointed?' I smiled, twirling the phone chord between my fingers.

'Hardly. Poor Bella, is she alright?'

'Bella was surprisingly okay with it! She said "Boys will be boys" as they wrestled over a can of paint right in front of her! It was quite remarkable.'

'Impressive. There's more to this Bella than meets the eye then.' Carlisle complimented.

'I think so too-'

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGHH!!!' Crash. Slam.

'WHAT WAS THAT?' Carlisle roared into my ear. If I were human, I'd now be deaf.

'I'm not sure. It sounded like Emmett, his football team must have lost the game.' I pondered. 'Anyway, I'm going to go check on Bella again.'

'Esme, don't check on Bella again. I'm sure she's perfectly fine with Edward. Are you positive it was just over the football game?' Carlisle questioned cautiously.

'Yes, yes. It's Emmett, darling. I'm sure he's fine.' I smiled into the phone.

'Esme, don't go and check on Bella again! She'll think you're stalking her!' Carlisle pointed out. What nonsense, I'd only checked on her twice in the past ten minutes.

'Alright I won't.' I lied.

'You're a terrible liar.' Carlisle chucked, but he was serious about me not checking on Bella. What was the big deal?

'You're breaking up! Chhhzzhhssskkkk... Carlisle?! Zkkkesshhherzhh...' I found it difficult not to laugh.

'Esme, don't check on her again!' The phone warned me.

'What? Eshhhzzrkkksszzzch...'

'Esme, don't-'

Click!

Oh yeah, I'm good.

I was sitting innocently in my room. That stupid Bella was hogging all the attention. I mean, when was the last time Emmett drew me a demon circle? Talk about neglecting your WIFE!

Not that I care.

My nails need serious attention right now, and seeing as the stupid TV broke my stupid nail-file, I have to use stupid sandpaper. Gross.

I became bored with my nails soon enough, so I picked up my TV remote, pointed and clicked, but nothing happened.

No TV.

This was all Emmett's fault. If he hadn't rented The Ring, I'd still have my TV... and my nail-file.

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGHH!!!' Crash. Slam.

'WILL YOU KEEP IT DOWN?' I roared at my husband, who I'm sure the screaming emitted from. 'SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO BE NEGATIVE UP HERE! THANKS A BUNCH!'

Honestly. Can't a vampire wallow in her own negativity for one hour in this house?

Curious...?

Good.
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Thanks again to Aelimir for the ideas! You rock!
Emmi-Chick