First Impressions

Emmett

I waited impatiently by the door of Edward's Volvo, waiting for him to arrive and wishing that I had a key to this damn thing so I could let myself in. I was get frustrated. He was usually one of the first ones out, so most of the time it wasn't an issue. I needed to get home though. I had a history project on the civil war and I was trying to figure out a way to con Jasper into doing all of the work. I figured once I got him talking, it would practically write itself. And, if I acted stupid enough, he really would end up writing it. That wouldn't be too hard. Everyone just assumed I was the idiot half the time anyway, even the people that knew better. Besides, Jasper was never happy with how the books taught it. He felt the need to correct them.

Edward finally stalked from the school, his hands balled into tight fists at his side. He was... pissed. Completely pissed. I hadn't seen him this angry in years. He was more angry than the time when I... Well, I wouldn't think about that again. I didn't want to make it worse. The anger wasn't directed towards me and I didn't want to change that.

"What the hell is your problem?" I whispered, glaring at him. He looked like an angry monster about to kill everything in sight. If he didn't reign it in soon, he'd expose us.

He placed both of his hands on the roof, like he was bracing himself for impact. He was taking heavy and slow breaths, trying to calm himself. "Nothing." He lied. Edward was such a shit liar when he didn't focus.

Just then a very sweet scent wafted by and a beautiful and pretty sexy young girl came stomping passed us, obviously angry as well. Edward's head snapped towards her, watching her as she walked towards a rusted red truck. Who the hell is that? I thought to myself.

"Isabella Swan, Bella." He muttered. Ah, so that is why he was mad. No doubt he was the reason she was so pissed. Edward was talented in that way.

"Nice," I mumbled as I examined her ass as she practically stumbled towards the hunk of junk she called a ride. Her jeans weren't overly tight but I could make out the fine details: the curves, what style of underwear she wore...Well, those were the most important ones. His eyes went back towards me, blacker than midnight. Not the right thing to say apparently.

"You're a pig." He growled angrily, his words almost a hiss.

"What? Do you like her?" I said, gaping at him. How could he like a human? Why would he like a human?

"No, not at all." He gripped the roof tighter. Once again he was lying. Edward was easier to read than he thought.

She got into the truck and slammed the door as hard as she possibly could before throwing her backpack onto the seat. Tiny flicks of paint scattered to the ground and I almost laughed. I could hear her give a little scream, slamming her hands against the steering wheel. Well, doesn't he know how to leave an impression on a broad.

He growled softly at my thoughts, reaffirming what I already figured out. He liked her. He wanted her. And badly.

"Edward, she's not one of us!" I threatened, giving him a meaningful glance.

"Yes, I realize that." He hissed before flinging his door open violently. "That fact is more apparent to me than you'll ever know." I'm surprised the thing didn't come off the hinges. Rose would have been pissed if he broke the car. She worked hard on that thing. He would have to deal with her if he did, not me.

"Shut up and get in," he growled angrily.

"What's your rush?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"JUST GET IN!" Edward growled viciously before slipping down into the silver car and revving up the engine. If I didn't get in soon he was actually going to leave me. Not that it would have been a huge deal, I could have ran home. It was just the fact that he would that was annoying.

I climbed in and the door had barely shut before I was inside. He hit the gas and was out of the parking lot in seconds. I'm surprised he didn't hit some bystanders. I almost snickered at the thoughts of Grand Theft Auto, but I kept myself in control. He took a turn to the right, hard, and slammed me into the glass. I could hear it strain against my weight. He was driving crazier than usual and I was not going to the cause of vehicular damage.

"Jesus, Edward. What the hell happened?" I bellowed, holding onto the 'oh shit' handles for dear life, or would be if I were alive. Edward snorted at my thoughts, his grip on the steering wheel tightening, the plastic beginning to creak.

"I'm leaving."

"What?" I asked, confused.

"I said, I'm leaving. I can't stay."

"Why the hell can you not stay, Edward?" I asked, rolling my eyes at his dramatics. "Is it because of the Swan girl? What the hell did she do to you? She's just a human."

"Just a human." He laughed humorlessly. "Just. Well, if I stay here she'll end up just a meal."

"What do you mean?" I narrowed my eyes at him, surprised. Edward was one of the strongest among us. Only Carlisle, and maybe Alice, rivaled his will. Rose and Esme never have tasted human, it's different for them, Edward had. He knew how sweet it could be, and yet, he held back. It was almost inspiring.

"I'm not strong enough." He whispered, glaring out onto the rain soaked road. "I want her, Emmett. I want to taste her blood. I want to drain her body dry. I want to feel her die in my arms."

"Edward, what the hell?" I breathed. "She can't be that-"

"Do you remember those women you told me about? H-h-how you wanted them? It wasn't a want anymore. It was a need. It still is. I need to have her." He stuttered out the words. I could tell at that moment he wished he had tears.

"You've resisted her this far." I pointed out. He couldn't have just smelled her. I mean, I saw her in the cafeteria earlier. He had to of at least caught a whiff then. That was hours ago. But, thinking about it, she had a rather unique scent I noticed. It was something I would have remembered.

"I have to leave." He repeated dejectedly.

"Then I'm coming with you."

"No!" He shouted. "You have a life here. Live it. We'll meet up later. Maybe I just need some time alone... Maybe I have been around humans too long."

"Esme will never-"

"She doesn't have a choice." He stated firmly. He meant it. He would leave no matter what, no matter what we said. How we begged or pleaded. And, he wouldn't allow us to come. "I can't take you away, Emmett. You shouldn't have to move because of me."

"We've moved because of me, several times." I reminded him.

"I will not uproot everyone." He said lowly as he pulled up into the driveway, right in front of the house. He was out in a second, not worrying about anyone seeing him. I sat in the cab, trying to figure out what to say to him to get him to stay. Edward was stubborn though. Nothing would change that.

I heard a tapping on my window and saw Alice standing there, a small sad smile on her face. "Emmett, get out. He's leaving soon. Nothing we can say will do anything. No one can change his mind. He'll have to figure this out on his own."

"I don't want to lose my brother." I said softly as I climbed out, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"You won't." She nodded confidently. "Not for long anyway."

"I'll trust you," I smiled slightly before she turned and began to go towards the house. I knew she was going to talk to Edward. She always made him feel... differently. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. But, always different in the end. I began to follow, finally realizing that Jasper was standing beside me.

"What do you make of this?" I asked, taking the four steps up the porch.

"Edward is angry and upset, but most of all, he's confused. Like Alice said, he has to work it out. Edward is stubborn and willful. He will not be put down because of anyone, including himself." He replied in his southern drawl.

"What did Alice see exactly?" I asked as I opened the door. I allowed him to walk in front of me.

"A great many things."

"Now you sound like the psychic." I teased. I was never one to let things bother me that long. I trusted Alice and I knew how Edward could be. I would just have to trust in the end that it would work out.

"Well, I don't have to be psychic to know something for certain will not happen this afternoon." He said cryptically, his form moving towards the staircase towards his and Alice's room.

"And, what is that, oh great and powerful Jazz?" I rolled my eyes, using Alice's nickname for him. He wasn't the biggest fan of us using it. Apparently Alice was the only one allowed.

He walked up the stairs, taking each one carefully with his hand sliding up the rail. He let the words come slowly, for effect I'm sure. Edward wasn't the only one that liked to be dramatic in this family."That I will not be doing your homework for you."

I opened my mouth, annoyed. That little pixie ratted me out. "Well, fuck..." I moaned, hating that I'd have to do this meaningless crap once again. Jasper snickered above me, amused with my reaction. I felt another flare of anger towards Alice, and then towards him. I was not in the mood to have 'Crazy Family Theater' tonight and then do homework after. I sighed heavily. I went into the living room and plopped down onto the couch, waiting for what I was sure was about to happen.

This should prove to be a fun night.

So, I like this one. It's only the second thing I've written in Em's POV. I like Em as a character, not really as a leading man though. Nothing wrong with him, just too much of a big brother to be sexy I guess, so I couldn't do anything sexy with him. It doesn't have to be all sexy anyway.

I have more ideas still. Horrible, I know. I am suppose to be taking a break and I'm doing this. But, to tell you the truth, all but one of these was written in less than thirty minutes (editing for me takes a while though, if you count that) But this is super relaxing. It's been a while since I've just been inspired and wrote. It's been therapeutic.

Anyway, I'm in a piss poor mood. It's been a horrible night and this day isn't going to be much better. So, I hope you guys are better than me! And if not, I hope this chapter makes it a bit better.