Author's Note: I am back! I know I said previously that this fic was discontinued. I definitely don't expect any of my readers to come flocking back… but I was hit with a bout of inspiration and I felt that I might as well put this chapter out there for anyone who is still interested. J

So without further ado… please enjoy! C/C's appreciated. It's been awhile since I've written anything, so any help would be awesome!

-Ceci

04. Embrace My Soul

"I'm home!," I yelled into the empty hallway. I threw my keys on the table and kicked off my shoes.

"Welcome home," Alice said, with a smile as she danced towards me.

I smiled as I handed over the small box in my hands, "Thanks," I said appreciatively, "For calling Carlisle."

"No problem," she said with a laugh, "Anything to help my favourite nephew."

"I'm your only nephew," I retorted.

"Your parents went home awhile ago, so just hang out here, unless…" she trailed off.

"That was something I didn't even need to imagine," I shuddered at the thought of my parents home alone.

"There's food in the kitchen if you're hungry," Alice called from the top of the stairs as she disappeared around the corner.

Grumbling, I headed for the kitchen. Grabbing a loaf of bread, I proceeded to make myself a sandwich. As I was grabbing for the mayonnaise, I accidentally knocked over a carton of eggs. Cursing my carelessness, I grabbed a towel to wipe up the mess.

"Let me help."

I felt a hand reach over mine, picking up the shells. I dropped the towel and turned around.

"What are you doing? You look like an idiot," Emmett said in his booming voice.

"Nothing," I replied, "I'm just cleaning up my mess."

"You better, Esme will have your head if you mess up her hardwood floors," Emmett said with a laugh.

"Yea, I know. I'm working on it."

"We're going to go on a hunt tomorrow - Rosalie, Jasper, Alice and I - do you want to come with us?"

"No, maybe next time." It was nice of him to include me, even though he knew that I didn't drink blood.

"Okay man, see you," he said, waving as he left.

"Yea, thanks," I replied to his retreating back.

Picking up the towel from the mess of eggs, I threw it into the sink. I pulled the garbage can closer as I dumped the eggshells into the can.

"Let me help."

I pushed the can towards the voice. It tipped over spilling all the shells. I groaned as I stared at the dirty floor. I looked up at empty space. I closed the refrigerator door and leaned against it. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander.

Let me help.

"You're never going to get better at this if you don't practice," April said exasperatedly.

"How do you know," I replied with a quick smile.

"Because I do!" she retorted.

"Fine," I conceded. I pulled out the loose sheets of music. I placed them carelessly on the stand as I pulled out my violin from the case. She reached over me and arranged the mostly bent pieces of music into a straight row.

"Do you always have to be so perfect?" I teased her.

"I only seem perfect to you because you're so imperfect," she teased right back.

"That's me. The imperfect boyfriend," I said resolutely as I pulled my bow across the strings. It screeched in protest from the months of loneliness.

"Here," April said with a laugh, "Let me help." Placing the violin against her shoulder, she tuned it to perfection. Her brow furrowed as she placed a practiced hand and ear against the polished wood, finding the perfect pitch. Finally satisfied that the violin wouldn't scream again, she handed it over to me.

"Thanks."

"Anything for you," she replied softly.

Taking a deep breath, I placed the bow against the strings and started to play. Soft melodies flowed, as I let the music envelope me. I closed my eyes as I continued to play. April's face smiling at me behind my closed lids. Pulling the last note, I opened my eyes and smiled at April.

"Wow," she said slowly, astonishment coloring her voice, "Maybe you don't need practice."

"No, I do. You inspire me to be better."

She blushed as she punched me lightly on the shoulder. "Stop it, I hate it when you embarrass me like that."

"Why? I thought girls liked receiving compliments!" I argued.

"Not when they're so beautiful like that," she protested.

"Beautiful like you?" I replied as I pulled her closer. I kissed her softly on her cheek.

"Don't be so corny," she mumbled as her lips met mine.

"Sorry if I can't complement you the right way," I laughed as I broke away from the kiss.

She stared at me before a long moment before bursting out into peals of laughter. She all but rolled on the floor as tears of laughter started rolling down her cheeks. Seeing her so full of happiness I couldn't help but start laughing as well. I clenched my gut as the laughter started to burn. Taking deep breaths, I calmed myself down long enough to pack my violin away. In the process, I knocked over the stand. Music sheets fluttered to the ground. I cursed silently as I reached for the papers. Suddenly, April's voice was by my side. Her hand reaching over mine to collect the papers.

"Here, let me help."