Never Say Never

A/N: By all means, I am not a believer nor supporter in the fad of "Beiber-fever" and I am NOT a fan. However, this song (the lyrics) caught me hook, line, and sinker. It gave me inspiration. If you dislike Justin Beiber please do not bypass the story simply for that reason. (Because I am on your side, truth be told.) I just thought a little variety would be nice. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters; they belong to Stephenie Meyer. Nor do I own the lyrics to Justin Beiber's song "Never Say Never". I do own the plot. This is just another of the many ways I pictured the books happening. :)

Summery- What if the night of Emmett Dale McCarty's mauling, Rosalie was there, but something stopped her from saving him? He saw the angelic face of a blonde beauty. Yet, her crippling irrational fears overpowered her. Why was this man... a mere human... making her feel alive again? Fall in love, again? That is how Emmett found his mate even though she's afraid to let him in. Rosalie/Emmett Canon pairings

Left screaming and dying, another vampire—a woman—drew near smelling the blood. The woman, neither alive nor dead, held dark crimson in her eyes curious and thirsty…

She saw the curly-haired man lying, broken, at the edge of the mountain. There had been another scent left behind. One of her kind had left him to die. It was probable, but not normal.

The woman crouched ready for the kill until a faint sound halted her. Something that would go undetected to humanity.

The man's breath hitched in this throat, an instinct no doubt. Using his final strength, he tried to make his voice heard in an attempt to save his life. "A-an-angel...?" he croaked out, losing consciousness. That stopped the woman in her tracks.

Never before had a human called her an angel. A demon, certainly; that is what she thought of herself. Anything associated with evil things had even been spewed at her over the decades. This man must be different, maybe even her mate—her soul mate.

Thus, she bit him deep in the neck instead of draining his muscular body. Then she waited, tentatively listening to his screams for several days until his final transformation...

*****Several Days Prior*****

Emmett's POV:

Now, it was a beautiful morning in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. I was going for my usual walk in the backyard. My backyard, which if anyone cared, is huge: acres wide.

I smiled to myself. It gave me time to think, time alone. I guess you could call it a "nature walk." I go every day, early, after I wake and chug almost a whole pot of coffee.

I love the scenery here. It is green, very green. Well, normally it is; however, with the change of seasons it is more colorful here, but still very nice. There are plenty of wide-open spaces out in the wilderness. Most people can't hack it, but for a hick... Yes, and I know I am one; I sure as hell can.

That very morning I headed out to collect some firewood for the family and me before I went to work. Working on the railroad was a family affair. It was my turn. My brothers would give me hell if I don't do it quickly.

I made my way through the forest with my handy ax resting on my shoulder. I found the usual spot where I typically collect firewood. The clearing was pretty close to the mountains. I have to be careful for the wildlife that likes to roam.

Not like this isn't their territory or anything, but it would be great if they stayed out of my way for an hour or so. I needed this shit to keep warm. Whistling a tune that popped into my head, I started cutting up some fallen limbs to haul back to the house.

Did I mention it was a beautiful morning? Man, I can't get enough of days like these. Brilliant blue skies with just the right amount of clouds and a hint of wind blew. It was starting to get cold here. Fall... what can you do? The leaves were starting to turn colors and fall from their trees. That made a lot more work for me now that I think of it. More chores, like raking, on top of work and also collecting firewood. Ha! Good times.

Whatever. Nothing could bring me down today; I was just in a damn good mood. That coffee must have been extra strength or something.

I brought the ax down hard on the thick limb I was chopping up. It made a nice clean snap, bea-u-ti-ful! The wind brought some rustling to my ears. I looked up, scanning the area. It could have been a bush, or trees... They tend to make noise when it was windy out here. Plus, the mountains make sounds echo. I was probably just being paranoid.

Bending down to toss the log into the pile I was creating, another sound entered my hearing. Only that one was not so... nice. That was a growl. Slowly my eyes leveled with a large, female bear. She was black... and I guessed her cubs were nearby. That bear was not happy.

Damn it. It is not like this was the first time I have come across a bear or anything. Usually I have a shotgun, not an ax. With this baby, and by baby I mean the ax, I have to either toss it or get real close to do any damage. Shit... Shit, shit, shit. I was in a lot of danger.

Remember what you were taught, Emmett: do not run from the bear. She could smell fear. Uh... Play dead. That's right!

I quickly fell to my knees trying to play dead. I could hear her heavy paws charging. That could not be good. She was already angry and threatened. I reached for my ax, brought it up to swing and... WHACK!

I cannot even describe the pain. She hit me in the face and I went flying. She charged again. The fight went on. My head spun... I was bleeding, badly.

I am surprised I could even think straight... Maybe I am not. Suddenly, the bear backed up. I tried to figure out why. Her cubs must be near.

I should be screaming right now, but I just feel numb. The pain is that overwhelming. I can't move. I can't do anything.

The wind started blowing... I could feel it on my face. It's cold. Wait, I can feel? I am going crazy... No one is going to find me here. I am just going to die...

Something golden caught my eye. I averted them to the side where I thought I saw it. I tried to focus better. To me, it looks like a woman, but it cannot be. She is... she's beautiful. No, more than beautiful. She's gorgeous. No... whatever is better than gorgeous, that is what this woman is.

I lifted my head best I could, "A-an-angel...?" I sputtered out, more blood filling my mouth. The woman darted back faster than I could see... She's gone, must have been a figment of my imagination.

I closed my eyes. I had to ready myself. There's light... I just saw some sort of angel. The most beautiful thing my mind could fathom. At least that's what I thought she was.

I groaned from the pain. Shock must be setting in. I felt the pain now, worse than before. Worse than anything I have ever experienced in my life.

Finally, a piercing scream emitted from the depths of my body. It shook me, making the pain worse. My vision blurred. I could not focus on anything but the pain... and the angel. Save me angel... I know you can.

Things are fading... my thoughts... the pain is there, but it's dulling... Goodbye world... Mom... Dad... family... life... There's nothing left for me here, I guess. I am not one to give up, but the pain is so severe. Take me away angel... take me... make it stop...

That was my last thought: my angel.

Before something bit me. Sharp... razor sharp teeth...

Suddenly, everything was black. Like I was blind... It was very dark. I could hear things. They sounded like footsteps, maybe. And I smelled something... perfume? Possibly. I felt... Hey, I felt like I was on fire! I am so hot... and it hurts: my neck does. It was burning from deep within me.

Was I bad? Am I in hell? Do you become blind when you burn? I can't move. Paralyzed? Am I paralyzed? I was mentally panicking. If that's at all possible when you are in hell. I know nothing at this stage.

All I knew was burning... and blackness... never ceasing... unchanging... And my throat, my throat even burned. A different kind of burning, it was like I was parched. I'm thirsty?

I wanted it to stop... I wanted it to be over. This was torture! What did I do to deserve this?

Just like that... it finally stopped.

I felt like I was coming back to consciousness. The light returned slowly. The pain was dulling... the burning went away.

Am I freed? Did whoever was out there… listen?

Rustling. I heard rustling, again. My eyes shot open with vigor. I gazed around. Trees... there were trees all around me. I pushed myself up slightly. There's dirt under my hands, my fingers. And leaves. There are leaves. Some green, some are colored. I looked up. The sky was barely dimming. Dusk was coming. What the hell happened to me?

Never say never

Never ever, never, never ever, never ever

See I never thought that I could walk through fire

I never thought that I could take the burn

I never had the strength to take it higher

Until I reached the point of no return

And there's just no turning back

When your heart's under attack

Gonna give everything I have

It's my destiny

I felt a gaze on me. Maybe it was that blonde angel! Maybe she really was a woman after all. Did she save me? I turned my head eagerly, almost too eagerly, and my eyes rested upon a woman's form. Although, it was not the figure of the woman I anticipated. I needed to see her. Yet, this was not that woman.

As if on cue, the woman stepped toward me out of the shield that the trees created for her. I jumped up before my thoughts could even interpret what my body was acting upon instinctively. I was in a defensive position, but not the defensive position of a human. I was crouched more like an animal... Almost like that mother bear had been.

Whoa, did I have bad karma? Was I brought back as an animal in my new life? I looked down subconsciously at my hands... No, these were my hands. Only, I looked kind of pale. What the hell? I had a damn good tan, too!

Wait... so, if I am still me... but I'm not me... what am I?

Amongst studying my appendages, the woman made another attempt to get to me. I met her eyes and a sound emerged from my vocal chords that I never imagined. I growled at her, harshly. It was guttural. She looked as confused as I felt. Although, as confused as I was, I was also angry... and... and I do not know how else I felt... but I don't like it.

And then, the chick started laughing. It was soft, light, airy... My head cocked to the side. Again, confused. What was her deal? Why was she here?

I knew she wasn't my angel... I wonder where she went. Something in my mind clicked. It flashed back. I was out gathering firewood. I came across the bear in the clearing. The bear attacked me...

There was the blonde woman, my angel. She was so beautiful. I made my mind focus harder on her. She was surprisingly clear. Everything else was blurry. But my angel, she looked scared in my memory.

Why was she scared? I have to find her. Maybe this woman knows her.

I turned to face the woman. Her light brown hair was wavy, fair skin looked similar to mine like marble, bright smile, nice attributes... but her eyes were a sticking point for me. They were bright red and taunting me. It took me a moment to register everything. My surroundings, and her presence. My mind was racing a million miles a minute.

She spoke before I had the chance, "What is your name, handsome?" Her voice was high, but very feminine. It was not my cup of tea, though.

"Emmett. My name's Emmett," I responded in a gravelly voice. It was gruff. Nothing like I normally sounded. It must be that aching in my throat. "Who are you?" I demanded.

She just smiled and sauntered toward me. I stepped back and she stopped. The smile never left her face. "Lexana," she stated as a matter-of-fact, "You called me angel."

My eyes widened slightly. I felt an anger building up inside me. It was quick... and I have no clue where it came from.

"You are not my angel," I spat at her, enraged. "You're not her."

Lexana looked surprised by my outburst. I was growling again. More ferociously this time. She started to speak, but before I could control myself I attacked her. It was easy. She wasn't strong. Pathetic. I felt no sympathy for her.

This was so unlike me. I don't know what I am... and I don't know if I like it, but I am fucking strong as shit.

One last snap, Lexana shattered in my palms. I was mortified and proud all mixed in one. I knew it was wrong. I had just murdered this woman. An innocent woman was the victim. Yet, I felt this primal... nature, like a power.

I dropped the pieces. What was I going to do? I can't just leave this... evidence? Shit. That could become a crime scene. I don't know if I have fingerprints, but I refuse to let myself be caught for it.

To my left was the small pile of firewood I had started to gather. Perfect.

I picked up a couple pieces and struck them together making some serious sparks. They lit straightaway. Cool. I dropped both pieces of wood on the remains of her body and stepped back. In moments there was a roaring fire going and purple plumes of smoke rose into the night sky.

I sighed to myself. The fire put itself out a few minutes later. I guess it ran out of fuel, strange. I probably can't just head home... I don't know anything about myself right now. Until I knew, I refused to take the risk of this happening to my family.

But I can't just leave them... Not without a warning... a letter? Man, what do you tell your family in a situation like this? I'm so... lost.

Maybe I will just take some firewood and drop it off at my parents, enough for the whole winter, with a note saying I went for a trip. Possibly I'll "get lost" somewhere and they'll have to put out a missing person's warning. Yeah... that's the best way. It is the only way.

The thought was killing me as I collected a large pile of wood and ran it to my parent's house. And side note, when I say ran, I mean I bolted. It was so fast I couldn't even comprehend it. That's beside the point.

I was leaving my family... and I couldn't say whether or not I would ever see them again. My future was blank. My past... was starting to blur a little. I didn't like that.

The only thing that I was sure about, was finding my angel. I knew she had been in the clearing with me. Maybe if I wander around there long enough I will find some clues.

But I will find her. I am determined, even if it kills me.

I will never say never

I will fight

I will fight 'til forever

To make it right

Whenever you knock me down

I will not stay on the ground

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, up, up

And never say never

Ne-never say never

Ne-never say never

Ne-never say never

Never say it, never, never say it

I went back to the clearing where I had awoken and circled it many times, searching. I was searching for something. Anything. A trace, evidence that my angel was real and not just a figment of my imagination. Was all of this just my mind toying with me?

I don't know. The unknown was unnerving. Not knowing what I am, or rather what I have become is almost unbearable. And yet, who am I to turn to? No one. No parents, family members, nor friends can explain any of this to me. I am a loner. I hate being alone. I'm the friendliest guy out of anyone I have ever come across in my lifetime. Granted that's not a very long time, only twenty full years of living but it is a start. Many would agree. I love being around people... People. Man, my throat is killing me again. I had practically forgotten it while concentrating on my beloved, angel. That aching never left. Not in my heart... which is no longer beating mind you—scares me a little—nor in my throat. I'm still thirsty. But for what? I am not hungry any longer. I mean it's not my stomach that's growling...

Ugh! I'm so frustrated. I wish I had not incapacitated that Lexana woman. She obviously was of this... kind. She probably had the answers I am looking for. The secret to what I am. Clearly it is a secret or I would already be knowledgeable of this existence.

I decided to stop searching for the "evidence" of my mysterious angelic woman. I am not getting anywhere on an empty stomach, or rather throat? Force of habit. Looks like I am going to figure out my new and improved appetite. I wonder what I eat... or drink. What creature drinks their meals alone?

I mean, it is obvious that I am not an animal, regardless of the animal behaviors I have picked up. So, that left fictional creatures. Werewolves? Well, I have not turned into a wolf yet, but there is no full moon. Other than that, that left me with vampires. Hey, vampires drink... blood. My throat became aflame at the thought.

The idea seemed to fit. I am cold blooded, if there is any blood still in me, hard (no pun intended) as a rock, fast, strong, and really pale. It dawned on me that I have not looked at my appearance since the incident. Maybe I should find a mirror or body of water. I want to see my reflection. Part of me is a little nervous. What if I am hideous? Vampires are supposed to be ugly. Or were they supposed to be beautiful?

I was the most eligible bachelor typically. What if I am just a big oaf compared to the other vampire men? My angel was probably scared at the sight of me. I sighed as I walked to the nearest body of water I could find. I navigated pretty well in this body, whatever I am. It is kind of nice. I found the stream quick. I stood at the edge frozen. I was afraid to look down, but anticipating the results. Okay deep breath. Do I even need to breathe?

One... two... three. I let my eyes drop to the water's surface. The image staring back at me was uncanny and terrifying all at the same time.

There I was; it truly was me. However, I did not seem to recognize parts of me. Like my eyes, instead of being their normal green, they held a new hue. These eyes were the same crimson as Lexana's. They were almost black. It must have something to do with my throat. There has to be a connection. Secondly, my skin was pale. Paler than ice, snow... what have you. It was like I had been drained of life. Oh yeah, I have to be the living dead or along those lines.

I was still the same height and my other features were the same or quite similar. I was tall, averaging about six foot five. I have always towered over people. But it was different now. I could come off as intimidating. My hair was the same, dark brown and curly. Against my skin it looked almost black, whereas before I had color in my face to contrast. It was weird to look at myself. That will take some getting used to.

I was still muscular, maybe more defined. Frankly, I do not mind one bit; I am okay with the enhancing of my features. I took another long look at my body. That is the new me, the vampire version of me. All right.

I inhaled deeply, something I was used to doing just like blinking.

I guess I have figured out a lot since I woke up. Seeing as I am on my own, no one to teach me the ways of the vampire. I need to know how to feed. I made a face at my inner dialogue. New lingo, whoop-di-do.

I knelt to touch the water trying to erase the image of myself. I cannot say whether I like the new version of me or hate it. Right now it is just strange seeing myself another way, indifference.

I lifted my head to look at the sky. An odd aroma caught my nostrils and I inhaled sharply. Suddenly my senses were alive, in the most literal way I can describe. It smelled so good. My mouth watered, but it sure as hell was not saliva. It tasted different. What do vampires have? When they bite people it turns them into vampires. So, there has to be some trick. It can't be a potion. They are not witches and wizards. Something more natural, if you can call this natural. Venom came to mind. Possibly. It makes the most sense out of my options. Damn I need to find another of this existence and ask them questions. My mind is reeling with them!

I stood up, darting after the odor. Is it blood that I am detecting? That is a vampires' meal of choice, right? This lifestyle is so confusing.

I stepped out into society in the nearest city. I had crossed the entire forest in one point eighty seven seconds, approximately. I was standing beside a house in a nice neighborhood. Rich people. I wonder if they taste better than poor people. Better nourished, maybe? Or bred more highly?

Whoa, morbid thoughts incoming!

The scent was strong in the air, like a perfume. I had be caught. Dazed even I dare say. It smelled of a woman. I slinked closer to the porch. There, sitting on a well-built porch swing, was a young lady. Oh, yeah, she was bred real well. Amazing attributes. All the things a guy could imagine. Why was she out front at twilight alone?

Whatever, I didn't really care. All I wanted was her voice. And not in the normal human way I thought I would. I wanted to taste her, what was in her veins. I was ravenous. I acted upon it without another thought.

I slipped up onto the porch, grabbed her, and drained her before she could register a thing. I dropped her limp body, feeling a strength surge through my body. I liked the feeling. My gaze fell on the lifeless girl.

If my heart could sink, it would have. I felt this awful guilt. I cannot continue to live this way. I just killed someone that I used to be like! Human, warm, vivacious... I tore away from the site in a flurry.

I do not want this! I am not a murderer.

"Angel!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. My voice was booming. It shook the foundation around me as I ran.

Finally, I did sound like myself.

I never thought that I could feel this power

I never thought that I could feel this free

I'm strong enough to climb the highest tower

And I'm fast enough to run across the sea

And there's just no turning back

When your heart's under attack

Gonna give everything I have

'Cause this is my destiny

Even amongst being torn by quenching my thirst that had not been fully sedated, the longing for my blonde angel was full fledged. More so than before, like I had more energy to waste on searching. Letting my mind wander back to her during the bear attack, she had been hiding in the shadows. So, maybe she had been hunting. That is what I am going to call what I had done to that girl; I hunted her. I shuddered at the thought.

The blonde angel must have been thirsty and searching for a meal, which would have been me. She came across me, but there was a threat: the bear. If we're strong, and I am assuming that all vampires have strength, she should have been able to kill the bear and eat me. Not that I wanted that. I am relieved it did not happen that way. Why did she run?

Lexana flashed to mind. That wimp of a vampiress could not have made my angel run away. Man, I have to know the answers!

What will it take? This knowledge is never going to go away. I am this creature... vampire, if that is the case. Does that mean I am invincible? Will I live forever? How am I going to know any of these things if I can't get answers? I need to leave Tennessee. It will probably make the separation from my family easier in the long run. More bearable possibly...

That's it. I'm packing my things... and I'm heading out of town. I still haven't found a trace of my angel, but I will stop at nothing to find out who she is. Who knows, I might even run into more of my kind and hopefully somebody has come across her before.

That is what I did. I packed up clothes and the things I would need, which wasn't much just a few toiletries for showering. It was strange being in this body. It having been my humanity just days before and now I am no longer human. I don't need to eat, use the restroom, sleep... What do I do all twenty-four hours of the day? This: I run. I search. I hunt. My new life is turning out to be awesome and terrible at the same time. I wanted adventure in my life, but this is not what I had in mind. I became an orphan, a loner. No friends. No family to turn to; just me, Emmett McCarty. I ran for what seemed like days across lands that I had never imagined. I had crossed states. I quenched my insatiable thirst plenty of times, but it never made the burning in my throat go away. The burning always came back. I learned to stay out of the sunlight around the humans. Apparently vampire's glisten... we're glittery. Our skin freakin' sparkles in the sunlight! I started laughing when I realized that the shininess was coming from me the first time it happened. It's pretty ridiculous. Everything I had ever heard about vampires, the myths, was false. I am proof that the living dead walks. My heart doesn't beat. I found out that I don't have to breath. I can walk under water, so say I wanted to live under the ocean I probably could without pruning up or needing an air supply. I can run faster than any creature on the Earth. My hearing and eyesight is impeccable. Last, I am stronger than Superman. Then again he isn't real, but that's the only comparison I could muster. There are a lot of perks to this lifestyle.

The downside is that I am extremely lonely. I haven't stumbled upon any others of my kind, yet. I can't date human girls. They just end up a meal. I hate going after people, especially after being one. It makes me very upset. I can't control myself. I don't know if I ever will be able to. I hope I can. I am an optimistic guy, always have been. I just want to have some normalcy, again. Funny enough I miss the routine of human life. Waking up, eating, going to work, having a social agenda, eating, and sleeping. That was the basic average day of mine. Right now, it's just wandering. No routine. My life changes every day. I figure out something new. I explore; I contemplate my exploration. I mean, I am all about spontaneity, but this brings a whole new meaning to the word. I have no expectations. Who knew I would miss boring. Not a lot, just enough to make me feel human. Humans are boring. I will be the first to admit it, in a good way. We are born, we live, and we die. I don't want to sound morbid, but I don't know if I have that option now. I have to simply live. And if I have to spend it alone... without my angel... I don't know if I can, or want to, handle that.

It was a new day. The sun was rising as I hopped over the snow-covered mountain. I'm not sure where I am exactly. I had been running through snow and ice for a really long time. I was trying to get away from humanity for a while. Going north, away from the equator, seemed like the best option. Wherever I was, I had passed by a great deal of wildlife: moose, geese, foxes, wolves, foul of all kinds big and small, and finally a couple of bears. I trudged through the piles of snow. It wasn't hard, just troublesome. I was getting thirsty again. The burning became prominent as I went. The animals seemed more and more delectable as the moments passed by. Since there weren't any humans around, none that I smelled anyway, I decided that I had to hunt something. And being from Tennessee I was more than prone to hunting wildlife. The first animal that came to mind was bear. Yeah I might be a little bitter with the giant animals that originally altered my world. May as well get a little revenge while I have the opportunity. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going on a rampage. I won't wipe out bears as the world knows them. I'm just thirsty and it might sate my appetite.

So I did. I went bear hunting. And I have to say that hunting a bear with my bare hands was quite the thrill. I didn't need a gun or an ax, no weaponry. I had teeth, razor sharp teeth. The bear tasted so good! Almost better than humans... I think if I get the chance, I will go for some bear. I wonder if other animals have a different taste. In a way this is like food. It's my energy source. I will have to make of it what I can.

I sniffed the air. Something smelled... pleasant. Something smelled familiar. I have no idea what the scent was, but I liked it. I followed the scent for miles on end. I passed a sign that told me where I was traveling: Alaska. I was still in the United States, just very far north. I had never been this far from home in my life, yet here I am.

The scent was getting stronger the farther I ran. It dodged in and out of the forest. It ran me up a hill and through a cave, past a river and finally to the ocean. It stopped there. I looked around as disappointment crashed down on me and I dropped onto the rocky beach. As beautiful as this place was, I was hoping that following that scent would lead me to more answers. I guess I was wrong...

I will never say never

I will fight

I will fight 'til forever

To make it right

Whenever you knock me down

I will not stay on the ground

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, up, up

And never say never

Ne-never say never

Ne-never say never

Ne-never say never

Never say it, never, never say it

I was staring off at the ocean. Watching the waves crash over the rocks in the distance, it was a visual of what I was feeling right now. Aching disappointment. I wasn't any closer to finding my angel or others of my kind. I was in the middle of Alaska... alone.

This is not where I pictured myself at twenty years old. I hadn't pictured myself working on a railroad track with my family either, but at least I was making a difference for people there. Here, this, is doing nothing for society. I'm not the smartest of guys, not that I'm stupid, but I didn't really finish college. My family was a working one. We used our brawn, not so much our brain. I thought I would have a girlfriend, maybe even a fiancée or wife by this time. I could have been settling down. Instead, I am sitting on a desolate beach by my lonesome trying to find a girl that possibly doesn't exist. Maybe I just made her up. My angel could have come from my imagination. She could have been a dream. Something I created on my deathbed.

I scoffed at my thoughts and leaned forward, closer to the surface of the water. I glanced at my reflection. Pale face, piercing red eyes, and dark hair... I looked troubled, but still like me. I can't get past my eyes, however. They used to be green and held some sort of happiness. When I see my reflection now I just see anger and bitterness. I don't like it.

I was about to push up to a standing position when that same scent hit me like a ton of bricks. This time it was thick, smoldering.

My head jerked to the side in the direction it was wafting. I blinked a few times seeing a dress blowing with the wind. It was tied to a tree branch. Someone had to have placed it there right?

Is there a naked woman running around out here? Why on Earth is there a dress... wait! I recognize that dress. And the scent... I know this scent. It belongs to... my angel.

I pushed up from my seated position and slowly made my way to the article of clothing. I grabbed it, being careful not to rip it, and studied it. She had been wearing this the day I was mauled. I remember now. Little details were coming to me clearer than before. It smelled of perfume. Light, airy, floral... like a rose. Beautiful. Maybe this will help me find her. Dresses don't grow on trees, or so I hear. She must be around here somewhere.

I bunched the dress up and stuck it in my jacket pocket. If her scent is anywhere else, I won't miss it now.

I walked in the direction that the dress had pointed me. After a few miles, I started to get the feeling that I was being followed. I turned around in a full circle and took in my surroundings. A bunch of snow, trees... what else is new? This is Alaska. The only tracks I saw belonged to the wildlife or me, and they weren't too motivated to get that close. So, why does it feel like I'm being watched?

I shook the feeling off and walked a few more feet. Crunch, crunch, crunch. I strained my hearing. That definitely sounded like footsteps. They were very faint and sounded much smaller than mine. It was either a smaller man or a woman and they didn't seem like they wanted to be caught. I would have to be sneaky if I wanted to catch them in action. I kept trudging on at an even pace listening, focusing on the footsteps. They were quicker now. Possibly trying to keep up with me. Their strides had to be way shorter than mine for them to have to move that fast to keep up, but they didn't sound tired. There was no breath of exertion to indicate otherwise. Finally, I stopped and so did the footsteps.

"Alright, whoever you are, please show yourselves. I know someone is there. If you aren't a threat, why are you hiding? Did you put this dress on that tree by the ocean?" I decided to try and converse with the unknown.

I pulled the dress from my pocket and held it in front of me.

I gazed the area, my eyes lingered on the forest to my left. It was shady. There was no movement, nor was there noise, but I waited. The person couldn't have just disappeared. I would have heard their getaway footsteps and there was none. Nothing, just silence... and the wind.

Then, there was a rustling in the forest. I heard voices suddenly, more than one. They were quick, edgy whispers. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I could make the gender. One was male and the other was female, with a high pitch. The male's sounded southern. He had a drawl. Not from my neck of the woods; it probably more south, like Texas or somewhere close to it.

I folded my arms and waited. I never moved my sight from the forest where the voices were drifting. It didn't take long before I heard movement. I braced myself. Suddenly, I wasn't so confident.

Out of the shadows emerged two forms. I was right; one of them was male and the other was female. The male was tall and slender. He had blonde hair that was slightly wavy and his clothes resembled that of an older gentleman. Although, he didn't look a year older than myself. The female was much shorter. She was also skinny, yet curvaceous. Her hair was shorter than any woman's that I had come across, but it was fashionable as was her attire.

I studied them carefully. The male looked cautious, pained, suspicious of me even. Whereas the female appeared friendlier. She wore a smile on her face that was welcoming. It was their eyes that confused me though. Unlike mine, they held a golden hue. It was bright, warm, different.

The female stepped forward just a few inches from her partner.

"Hello, stranger. To answer your question, yes. I did place that dress on the tree. You see I had a vision that you would be here in Alaska, right there on the beach. I saw you and the dress. So I stole it from my sister's closet and well, here we are," she piped cheerfully as if we were good friends.

I stared at her dumbstruck. Visions? What the hell is she talking about? She "saw" me coming here? It took me a minute to collect my thoughts before speaking.

I will never say never

I will fight

I will fight 'til forever

To make it right

Whenever you knock me down

I will not stay on the ground

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, up, up

And never say never

Ne-never say never

Ne-never say never

Ne-never say never

And never say never

"So... okay. You had a vision of me being here? I don't know you. I just... wait did you say that this dress belongs to your sister?" My head was reeling.

The girl giggled and made this little dance move to my side. She was a quick thing. Her eyes shined with a sincerity. I couldn't help but feel soothed. She nodded.

"I did say that. And yes, visions. I'm kind of clairvoyant. I can see the future sort of. I saw my mate," she jabbed her thumb over her shoulder in a gesture to the blonde guy behind her. "I saw our family. Both of those visions came true. I figured that you would be in our lives one way or another. When I had the vision of you I thought I would see where it lead. Seems like this is it. What's your name?"

I peered down at her second-guessing my sanity. Then again I don't have anything to lose, why shouldn't this be real? I'm a vampire in the modern United States roaming. I ran into a clairvoyant and her boyfriend. Seems like a typical day. I told you nothing is normal around here. If she can lead me to my angel, I'm all in.

I smiled, "Emmett McCarty. And yours, miss?" I gave a mock bow. It seemed socially acceptable. It made her laugh and the guy cracked a smile.

"I am Mary Alice Brandon-Cullen, but you can call me Alice. This is Jasper, my mate," she sauntered back and pulled the blonde closer by his hand.

He gave a nod, "Jasper Whitlock. Pleasure to meet you, Emmett." Jasper reached out his hand and I accepted it with a shake.

"Pleasure is mine, Jasper. So... are you both, uh, vampires?" I felt kind of stupid just throwing the accusation out there, but they didn't smell like humans to me.

Alice laughed again. Seems like she thinks I'm funny, which is a good sign I hope.

"Yes, you're a newborn, aren't you? How did you get changed?" she asked, gently.

I had no idea what newborn meant, but it did make sense with the process. Much like a child being born to humans, I was reborn as a vampire. At least I was right about my assumption.

"I don't remember a lot about it. Things are kind of fuzzy," I scratched my head, looking up at the sky.

Jasper nodded his head. "That is normal, actually. Human memories fade. Anything after your transformation will be clearer than what you experienced as a human."

"I see, that explains a lot. I remember that I was out getting firewood for my family... this was months ago now... I was chopping up wood. Then there was a bear. A big, black mother bear. She attacked me... things go kind of dark after that. But I had this aching in my throat, and a great pain in my body. That lasted a long time it seemed. I remember a blonde woman... just a glance of her in between the bear attack and waking up from the pain. After everything dulled, this woman met me. A different one. I'm assuming she was the one that turned me..." I fell silent.

Alice touched my shoulder gently, taking a picture out of her pocket. She lifted it up to me, "Is this the blonde woman you had seen?"

If my eyes could have popped out of my head they would have, I snatched the picture from her instantly.

"My angel!" I exclaimed, staring at the photo. "Yeah, she's your sister?"

Alice giggled and Jasper stepped closer to her, a smile on his face. "Adopted. We're a whole family of adopters. Our parents and siblings, all of us. Alice, I think we found him." Jasper spoke, looking into his love's eyes. She was beaming.

"Come, you have to meet her. She's been running away from this for a long time. I can't wait another moment. Please come," she tugged on my jacket.

I smiled, my dimples showing. "You don't have to ask me twice. Lead the way pixie."

Within moments we were running toward a town. I could smell the humans. We passed by the town to a couple of lone houses. They looked very architecturally pleasant, like they had been hand crafted by a designer. I hadn't seen anything like them in Tennessee.

As we made it to the front porch, a man with wild auburn hair stepped out. His eyes were the same amber color as Jasper and Alice's. He didn't look as friendly, but he didn't come off as mean either. Probably just cautious as Jasper had been.

Alice was still leading the way. They didn't say anything to each other right away, but it seemed like they were having a conversation. Their eyes were focused on each other.

"She went for a hunt with the Denali sisters, Alice." the man finally spoke up. His gaze fell on me. "I didn't think your vision would come true this time, but it seems as though I was incorrect."

I gave him a puzzled look. He was talking about me... I think. Though, nobody had said anything.

His mouth turned into a crooked smile as he descended the few steps from the porch to the snow. "It's alright, Alice trusts you. So shall I," he held out his hand to me. "I'm Edward Mason Cullen."

"Uh, Emmett McCarty," I shook his hand. I was still beyond confused.

Alice smiled, "He can read thoughts Emmett. I know it's weird, but you get used to it after awhile. He can't stop it."

Edward shook his head, "You couldn't resist could you, Alice? Always have to be the bearer of bad news."

Jasper chuckled. "She hasn't given me up, yet." he chimed in.

I raised a brow. So they had a family that could read minds, and see the future... and do whatever it is Jasper could do. Vampires are so cool!

Edward sent me a funny look, like I was insane or something. I just grinned.

"I guess that means you heard me... huh," I asked, sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm an optimistic kind of guy. I've figured out a lot on my own now, but it's nice to be around you and your family. I was getting lonely."

Edward chuckled, "Well, we could use some more optimism around here. Aside from Alice, who is crazy by the way, we have our matron and patron of the family Esme and Carlisle Cullen. They are both quite peaceful and optimistic. They'll enjoy your company. As for Jasper, his power is with emotions. He can control, shift, and feel everyone's emotions and feelings. So, watch out. And the angel... yes, I heard about her. She's not exactly an angel, but hopefully she'll show herself soon." he muttered.

I looked from Edward to Jasper. They seemed like they weren't quite ready to fully trust me yet, but they weren't appalled by my presence so I could grow on them. I have time.

"Good to know," I tossed Alice the dress of their sister's. "I don't wanna come off as creepy or anything... Thanks for finding me though."

She winked, folding it neatly. "Don't thank me yet, big guy. Wait until you meet her."

I really couldn't wait. I have imagined the moment before... it always ends in failure. Like she disappears or runs away. I don't want that to happen. I let out a sigh, partially of relief and the other part anxious. I felt a weird wave of calm come over me. Something I have never felt before, I had a feeling it was Jasper.

Edward's laugh tipped me off. Jasper sent him a glance then smiled a little.

"Sorry, it's a habit." he said.

"Don't worry about it," I replied casually, "So, mind if I ask you guys a question?"

Alice danced back out of the house, leaning against Jasper. She smiled at me encouragingly. Jasper and Edward rewarded me with a non-verbal nod for go ahead.

I took an unnecessary breath, "Why are your eyes golden when mine are red? The vampire woman that changed me... hers were like mine. Why is there a difference?"

Edward glanced at the forest, then back at me. "We have a different diet than you might. Being a newborn, human blood calls to you doesn't it?" I nodded feeling ashamed now that they brought that to light. He gave a smile. "Don't feel bad, we've all been in your shoes. The difference is thanks to our father, Carlisle. He's very humanitarian. He didn't want to have to rely on humans as a supplement."

Alice added to his statement. "So instead he decided to feed on animals. I see that you've tried that yourself. You have the slightest hint of golden in your eyes. If you looked hard enough you would be able to detect it as well. He's taught us to live his way of life. It isn't always easy, but it allows us to survive."

Jasper looked away from us.

I let the information soak in, so they feed on animals. I smiled a little, looking at Jasper. "Do any of you ever slip up?" I asked in honesty.

His eyes when they met my gaze were pained, just like they were when he had emerged from the forest. I knew my answer and I shook my head. He gave me a grateful look.

"Aside from you, I'm the newest member of the family. It's still pretty hard adjusting to this life. Being around humans is difficult, but Alice stays by my side and that makes it easier. I think you'll fit in here just fine," he smiled when he said it, making me feel welcome again.

"Thanks."

I turned hearing footsteps approaching. The three Cullen's had moved forward to greet their other family members. I assumed that it was their matron and patron. They looked kind. I stood back, feeling like the outsider I was.

It was the mother that approached me. Her face was gentle; her eyes were as golden as the others. Her hair was a caramel color and fell in loose ringlets around her face. She was average height and quite beautiful.

"Hello," she greeted me softly. I couldn't contain my smile, which allowed her to return the gesture. She was very motherly.

"How do you do, ma'am," I asked, my smile still wide.

She smoothed down her dress, "Very well, thank you. You must be Emmett." She said my name clear as a bell.

I blinked confused. I hadn't introduced myself to them yet... Had I?

A blonde man stepped forward. His face was as friendly as his companion's, but he seemed to understand my confusion.

"Esme, dear, the boy isn't used to the family. Let him adjust," he smiled kindly at me. "I am Carlisle Cullen and this is my wife, Esme. Our children told us of your arrival. Alice, mentioned your name was Emmett. It is a pleasure having you."

The realization of their family washed over me like a wave. I nodded my affirmation to the couple, smiling through my thoughts. It was a lot to take in, but somehow I felt very comfortable.

"I'm sorry, it's been awhile since I've been around people and had decent conversation. Thank you for having me," I responded in kind, shaking Carlisle's hand. Esme gave me a hug instead. It was nice.

"Please, don't be shy. Come into our home. We'd love to have you stay. Make yourself comfortable!" she exclaimed, seeming authentically excited to have a new member.

I followed, glad to have a place to stay. Even if it was only for a short while. Their house was amazing. It was all white: the walls, the furniture, everything. The foundation was very sound and elaborate. There were many windows overlooking their property. It was quite spectacular.

"Wow, you have a lovely home, Esme," I said at the end of the tour she had been taking me on.

Esme smiled, clapping. "Oh thank you. I decorated myself, and we built the foundation from scratch. Where are you from, Emmett?"

I leaned against the couch, facing the grand piano they had placed in the living room. "Tennessee, I'm very far away from home."

"What brings you here?" Esme was sitting across from me, beside her husband. Carlisle looked curious about this as well.

"Did you hear about our family?" he added to her inquiry.

I shook my head, still smiling grateful for their hospitality. "Not at all. I honestly didn't know that there were any others like myself. I hadn't run into anyone until I got here. I was actually just roaming. But lucky for me your daughter had that vision and they found me by the ocean. It's been nice having someone to talk to. People that understand what I'm going through."

I noticed Edward had moved to the piano and started playing classically. He was very good from what I know... and I don't know much about classical.

Alice and Jasper were in the living room listening to our conversation. I wonder how much they had told their parents about her vision.

Esme touched my hand gently. "Well, you are more than welcome to join us. We could always use another son."

I gazed at her hand waiting for her to move it and relinquish the offer, but she didn't. I met her gaze. Her eyes were sincere, honest, truthful... She was offering a spot in their family.

"Thank you... That's really nice of you, Esme. I'd like that," I gently squeezed her hand in appreciation.

Carlisle nodded with a smile, "Welcome to the coven, son. We'll get your room set up tonight. As you must know, you won't need it for sleep, but you're welcome to decorate one and use it whenever you like."

I was excited. I had a family again. I was an adopted Cullen. Emmett Dale McCarty Cullen. Wow that's a mouthful. Now, all I have to do is meet my angel and my quest would be complete. Things really can happen if you set your mind to them.

I heard a commotion outside and the family had moved. Alice and Jasper had run out the back and Edward stopped playing.

I glanced at Carlisle and Esme.

Esme smiled gently at me. Oh yeah, she knew about Alice's vision and the whole "my angel" thing.

A/N: Oh-kay! So this was my idea for my newest story. It's going to be a shorter multi-chapter, but I am totally continuing it.

As I said, it's just about Emmett figuring out who he is after the change if Rosalie hadn't brought him to Carlisle and finding the love of his life. Thus making Emmett's journey to the Cullen's completely different.

Next up, now that he is officially a member of the family, he meets his "angel" Miss Rosalie Hale. How will she react after trying so hard to run from her feelings? Will she try hiding them from Emmett?

Find out!

Everything will be in Emmett's point of view.

I didn't have my beta edit this chapter… again. I wanted to post simply for the fact that I have been so behind due to the computer crash. She will be receiving all future chapters… Love ya TwilightGuru09, please don't kill me. I hope you like this, regardless of the errors it may have.

-Ebony