Prologue

1935, Gatlinburg, TN

Emmett McCarty stood in the middle of the woods, five miles off the trail where a black bear had been terrifying hikers for the past few weeks. The recently disturbed ground made him smile, knowing the creature now rested six feet beneath him. Just days ago, that very bear had been tearing him apart, throwing his body around like a damn ball. Of course, now he was strong enough to take on more than five bears at a time, all thanks to the woman currently chasing after him.

"For God's sake, Emmett, would you focus? We're supposed to be hunting so we can get out of this shit-hole town," Rosalie snapped, coming to a stop beside him.

Emmett ignored her bitching and the fact that they were supposed to be on a tight schedule. Carlisle wanted to move out tonight and the day was quickly waning.

"Do you smell it?" Emmett asked, taking a deep breath.

"Smell what?"

Instead of answering, Emmett followed his nose. Just a few feet away sat a toppled basket along with some shredded blue fabric, stained red with dried blood. It was this piece of torn material that Emmett picked up, breathing deep of the fragrance that still clung to the once-was dress. The scent tickled something at the back of his mind, but the memory wouldn't hold still long enough for him to catch it.

Growling in frustration, Emmett tossed the garment to the ground. Nothing was staying put, his mind going in a thousand different directions while he fought to remember why this particular scent was so important.

"Emmett, we need to get back to Carlisle," Rosalie hissed, grabbing his shoulder to jerk him around.

Emmett resisted, still drawn by the smell he just couldn't place. Frowning around the area where he stood, Emmett tried to focus, but Rosalie's constant bitching kept interrupting his thought process.

"Emmett!" Rosalie growled, pulling more insistently on his arm.

Realizing the only way he would get some quiet was to go with her, Emmett allowed her to turn him back towards the direction they'd come from. Before they left the clearing though, he darted back to grab the dress. Maybe his memory would come to him if he kept the garment with him.

"Rosalie? Was there a girl with me when I was attacked?" Emmett asked after they were a good distance from the spot. It was the only thing that made sense in his mind.

She glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes before shaking her head once.

"No. You were alone."

Then why do I keep feeling like someone is missing?


It was the blood that drew her first, but the screams were what had her darting through the trees in order to put the dying human out of their misery. It didn't take her long to come across the young woman giving birth in the middle of the woods, her blue dress already saturated with blood as the thing inside her clawed out of her stomach.

The scent was too much and she fell to her knees beside the human. A short distance away, the sound of a gun going off echoed through the trees, bouncing back to her. Ignoring the close proximity of the other humans, she lifted the crying infant from the mother's shredded womb.

With the woman's dying breath, she whispered, "Isabella… Emmett… Not Joham."

Looking down at the baby girl in her arms, she was surprised to find dark brown eyes staring back at her from an impossibly pale face. The creature was more unnatural than natural and she felt an instant connection to the tiny half-breed.

The sound of fighting could no longer be ignored and she moved silently through the trees to see whether another human might claim the newborn. Peering through the surrounded foliage, she was surprised to see a female vampire dispatching a large bear while a human male bled to death nearby. The blond woman bent over the dark haired man after burying the carcass, lifting him gently.

The baby in her arms shifted and she looked down to see the infant staring at the human. A glance back towards the couple before her revealed that the human was staring right back. Recognizing the look for what it was, she turned and began running as fast as possible, but she knew it was pointless.

The damage had already been done.


Disclaimer for story: I am not Stephanie Meyer. I do not own Twilight.