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Assistant: Title: Take This Heart
        Author: BookwormBaby2580 BookwormBaby2580 
        Chapter: 52/111 
        Summary: Bella's life is a constant choice between bad and worse until she moves to Forks and meets the one man who can ease her burdens. But trust doesn't always come easily, especially when life has taught you that you're safer on your own.Banner by IllicitWriter
        Contents: Chapter 52: Mad World
    

    


  

  
  
    
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  Bella Swan's Point of View
The next morning with Mike's family was awkward. Mike had worked hard to convince his parents that I couldn't go home the previous evening, and they were obviously curious as to why. Their pleasantries hinted at deeper questions and I spent the morning trying to dodge the truth.On top of that, I was exhausted. I had hardly gotten any rest the night before. Even after I managed to stop tossing and fall asleep, my dreams were plagued with images of vampires and giant wolves.Mike picked up on my discomfort and very obligingly rushed through his morning routine. It was early when he gathered up his things, and only then did it occur to me that I didn't have my school books. I didn't want to go back home to get them. I would just have to get through the school day without them.I followed Mike out the front door of his house, and stopped short on the porch. My truck was parked at the curb.Mike saw it and raised his eyebrows. "Who brought your truck back?" he asked.I shook my head. "I don't know . . . maybe Alice?" The thing was, I had my keys. Had she hot-wired my car?He looked at it for a moment and then shrugged. "That was nice of her."Mike walked me to the driver's door and gave me a hand up into the cab. Taped to the steering wheel was a folded note, and I quickly opened it up and read it.
  Bella,

  Rosie and I are ditching school today. Want to hang out with us?

  Call me.

  Emmett
I stared at the words and at the telephone number scrawled across the bottom. Ditching school suddenly sounded like the best idea in the world . . . but did I want to spend the day with a pair of vampires?Did I want to spend the rest of my life trying to avoid them?"Is everything okay?" Mike asked, still standing by my door."Uh, yeah." I waved the note. "It was Alice.""Okay . . . well, I guess I'll see you at school."I hesitated, and then nodded. "Yeah. I'll see you there."I wouldn't, though. I needed to address this, needed to figure out what was happening between me and this family of vampires. I was terrified. I knew it was possible that they would pretty much just want to kill me, and I felt a little stupid walking up to them and offering them my neck. But then, I had seen the speed with which Carlisle and Edward moved, and I was pretty sure that I wouldn't be alive right now if they really bore me any ill will.I pulled out my phone but I couldn't make myself call. I took the coward's way out and sent a text message instead.
  Sure, we can hang out. I'm on my way home.
I waited until Mike was in his car and pulling away, then started my truck and headed toward home.I had left all the lights on the night before, and I could see them still glowing in the windows. They didn't make the house any less terrifying. I sat in my truck, staring at the home I had feared since I was a small child, and a sense of fatalism settled over me.If this was it, then this was it. At least if they killed me, I wouldn't have to go home for Christmas.I was still sitting in my truck when Emmett's Jeep pulled up behind me. I tensed in fear, my muscles clenching so tightly that I could hardly move. My resolve faltered and for a moment I considered taking off. But then I remembered the speed that I had seen from Carlisle and Edward, and I knew it was pointless to try to run in a truck that refused to drive more than sixty miles an hour.If I couldn't run, I would face them with dignity. That was important, right? Heroes in the movies always seemed to think staring down death with dignity was important. Right now it just seemed stupid. In the end, dignified or not, you were still dead. But I went with it—who was I to argue with Hollywood? I climbed out of my truck, and immediately my hip gave out and I collapsed to the ground.So much for dignity.Emmett jumped out of his jeep and jogged over to me, offering me a hand. "Are you okay?" he asked.I blushed, looking away as I took his hand and let him pull me to my feet. He wrapped an arm around me and steered me toward the house. "I know you're freaked out right now," he said, friendly and casual. "Let's go in and talk about it for a while, okay?"I nodded, glancing at Rosalie. She was wearing a pair of old destroyed jeans and a paint-stained T-shirt, and she was pulling a tool box and a bucket of supplies out of the back of Emmett's Jeep. She looked up at me and gave me a smile as she hurried to catch up with us, looking too beautiful for words even in her old ratty clothes. "I have a wall to fix while you guys chat," she explained.This was not what I had expected. "Um . . . thanks."She gave me a sweet smile.Emmett fished the key out from under the eaves and let us into the house. Rosalie headed immediately for the kitchen, but Emmett followed me as I moved through the house, helping me turn off light switches."Are you afraid of the dark?" he teased good-naturedly."Not so much the dark. Just what's hiding in it."He dropped an arm around me as I turned off the last of the lights upstairs and guided me back down to the den."Listen, Edward said to tell you he's really sorry."I drew in a sharp breath. "Edward?"He nodded soberly. "He would have liked to apologize in person, but he's sort of in some deep sh@t with Carlisle right now. We thought it was best if he and Esme left town for a couple of days.""He's all right?" I gasped, so relieved that I had to fight back tears.Emmett gave me a puzzled look. "Sure, why wouldn't he be?""Um . . . there were wolves . . ."Emmett sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. "D@mn, we have a lot to talk about. Okay." He dropped his hands, a resolute look on his face. "Ready to get schooled, kid?"It was my turn to be puzzled. "What?"He smiled widely. "Vampires 101." He dropped onto the couch and pulled me down with him. "Lesson number one. Blood."I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them."It's hard to talk vampires without talking blood," Emmett said. "It's a big part of our lives. We crave it, we live off of it, and sometimes we have a hell of a hard time resisting it." He sat back. "Now, obviously, most vampires hunt people. But our family . . . we're sort of the red-headed step-child of the vampire world. We like people for company more than we like them for dinner, so we hunt animals instead. It doesn't taste very good, but it's enough to get by."I gaped at him. "You . . . drink animal blood?""Yep. But it's nowhere near as appealing as human blood, so sometimes it can be tricky." He leveled a gaze at me. "You know how Jasper sort of hangs back and avoids crowds? It's because he's new to this particular diet. He has the hardest time resisting.""Why?" I blurted out. "I mean, why do you hunt animals?"He smiled. "Lesson number two: Stregoni Benefici." He leaned back, stretching his arms across the back of the couch. "Unlike the rest of us, Carlisle was a believer in the preternatural before he became a vampire. In fact, he was trying to eradicate the vampire menace when he was bitten." Emmett snorted. "Don't do that, by the way. Hunting vampires is just f@ck@ng dumb.""Got it. I'm the prey, not the predator."He laughed out loud, slapping his knee appreciatively. "I like you, Bella Swan."My return smile was involuntary but sincere."So anyway," he continued, "Carlisle got bitten, but he didn't want to be a killer. He figured out that animal blood kept him alive, and he's been a curiosity of the vampire world ever since. He made some friends in high places and they all think he's crazy, but he intrigues them.""So what's Stregoni Benefici?" I asked him."That's Carlisle. There's a legend about him, though it's not very accurate. It describes him as a good vampire, and an enemy to all those who hunt humans. That's not true. Carlisle isn't an enemy to anyone . . . even our natural enemies.""Natural enemies?" I could feel a knot forming in my stomach. Natural enemies to vampires didn't sound terribly safe."Lesson number three." Emmett grinned. "The Quileutes."I stared at him. "The Quileutes are your natural enemies?""Well," he smiled, "not all of them."He leaned back and tucked his hands behind his head. "Let's see, I think it was about seventy years ago when we first came to Forks."My jaw dropped. "Seventy years ago?""Mm-hm.""So you're . . . over seventy years old.""Ninety-three," he said with a broad grin.That information set my head spinning. Emmett had been alive for a long time. "And Carlisle . . . ?" I asked hesitantly, not completely sure I wanted to know. The age difference hadn't bothered me before, but would it now?"He's not exactly sure," Emmett said casually, "but we figure he's somewhere around three-hundred and sixty."I waited for my body to react in some way. Surely I should be turned off by the gap between us, right? He was a very old man. But three hundred and sixty years just seemed like too much to really wrap my head around. When you reckoned the age difference in centuries, did it really even matter anymore?But I was suddenly curious. "Edward and Esme," I murmured thoughtfully."They're actually really close in age. Esme was born in 1895, and Edward was born in 1901. But Edward was changed three years before Esme, so they look like they're about a decade apart.""Right. So . . . you guys moved to Forks seventy years ago?"Emmett nodded. "We figured it would be a good place for us, but after we moved in, Carlisle ran into some of the Elders from the tribe. He was pretty surprised to find out that they knew immediately what we were, and they didn't want us around. See, the Quileutes had these legends about us, and about how their old chief joined his spirit with a wolf and used their combined strength to fight off our kind. Ever since then, descendants of that chief have had the latent ability to become shape-shifters.""Shape-shifters?" I asked dubiously."They turn into wolves. If there are vampires around, the latent ability becomes an active one.""Jacob," I whispered. My head was spinning again, but I had definitely seen Jacob transform into a wolf."Yeah, he's a prime candidate," Emmett said. "He's got Black genes and Ateara genes.""Huh?"Emmett laughed. "I'm getting ahead of myself. So when we moved in before, three of the rez boys phased—their wolf gene activated. You know one of them, actually, Quil Ateara."I gaped at him. "Old Quil?""He wasn't so old back then," Emmett laughed. "Neither were the other two, Levi Uley and Ephraim Black."I caught my breath. "Ephraim? The friend Edward told me about?""That's the one. He was probably Carlisle's closest friend, outside of the family. Despite the fact that they were basically hard-wired to be enemies, the two of them really hit it off. When the boys phased, the village Elders hoped they would drive us off, but Ephraim didn't want us to go. His lineage made him the Alpha wolf, and his position as Alpha made him the chief of the tribe, so there wasn't a lot anybody could do to challenge him. But to appease the rest of the tribe, he made a treaty with us.""A treaty?" I asked, remembering Sam mentioning that before."Yep. Basically, we keep our teeth to ourselves and stay off of their land, and they don't try to kill us and don't expose our secret.""Why do they want you to stay off of their land?"He sighed. "Because accidents happen. When we catch the scent of blood, it's incredibly hard to resist it. As you've seen all too clearly, sometimes we just lose it."I shivered at the memory of Edward lunging toward me with his teeth bared."Lesson four," he said seriously. "Singers."I gave him a curious look. "Singers?"He nodded soberly. "On very rare occasions, we come across someone who smells so tempting that they're all but impossible to resist. Carlisle's friends in Italy call them singers, in reference to mythological sirens." He rubbed his forehead, looking stressed. "The rest of the vampire world feels very lucky if they ever come across a human whose blood sings for them. For us . . ." He shook his head as though trying to clear it, "it's a tragedy.""Have you ever . . . ?"He looked at me with sorrow in his eyes and nodded. "Twice. It's like the animal inside takes over completely, and all you can think about is getting to that blood as fast as possible.""What did you do?"He gave me a long, solemn look. "I killed them, Bella."I shuddered, shrinking away from him a little. He didn't miss the movement, and he lowered his head sadly.The activity in the kitchen stopped and Rosalie drifted into the room."He's not telling you that to make you afraid," she said gently. "But you need to understand the realities of the situation, especially if you're going to continue being friends with Edward."I gave her a quizzical look. "What does that have to do with Edward?"Emmett reached out and squeezed my knee gently. "You're his singer. It's agony for him to be around you. He wants to kill you all the time."I was, irrationally, hurt. The appropriate reaction probably should have been fear, or maybe disgust, but I was injured. I had thought Edward and I were friends—and close ones at that—but the whole time he just wanted to kill me?Rosalie sat down on the arm of the couch. "He's been really careful. He likes you a lot, and he wants to keep you safe, so he's been hunting every night, making sure he's never thirsty. And the way Carlisle feels about you strengthened his resolve a lot. But yesterday when he smelled your blood . . . it was just too much.""He feels like sh@t," Emmett said frankly. "In fact, I understand he was basically begging Sam and what's-his-name, that other wolf, to get him the hell out of there.""Wait. Sam? Like Sam Uley?""That's right. Levi Uley's great-grandson phased when we came back. He and Edward have kind of hit it off.""The other one is another descendant of Ephraim's," Rosalie put in.Emmett nodded. "And your friend Jacob comes from a mix of the Blacks and the Atearas, so we wouldn't be too surprised to see him phase in the next couple of years."I stared into space, remembering how terrifying it was to watch my best friend change into a wolf. "He already has," I said, my voice sounding hollow."No kidding?" Emmett said thoughtfully. "Well, there you go. That should round out the pack.""That makes Jacob the chief of the tribe," Rosalie pointed out.My jaw dropped. "No way."She shrugged. "I guess they don't really do the whole chief thing anymore, but it at least makes him the senior member of the Council of Elders.""He's fifteen!" I squeaked."Ephraim was seventeen, and he was a d@mn fine chief," Emmett said. "Carlisle says Jacob's a lot like him."I shook my head, bewildered. My best friend Jacob, who ate marshmallow pancakes and jelly bean sandwiches, was chief of the Quileute tribe? I wondered if it would change things between us. I didn't want to lose my best friend."It's testing time," Emmett said. "What have you learned?""That there's a reason Edward wouldn't let me use a knife when I was cooking with him?"Emmett snickered and Rosalie put a hand to her mouth, stifling a laugh.I sighed and sat back against the couch. "I learned that you guys are dangerous.""Good. You passed. You now have all the prerequisites for Vampires 102.""Vampires 102?" I raised an eyebrow."Yes. This is where you learn how to live with vampires, and the first lesson is: don't cut yourself."A giggle broke free from my throat, and Emmett laughed with me."I'm serious," he said through his grin. "No cutting, no falling and skinning your knee, no bl@@dy noses. And since you can't always prevent those things, it's time for lesson number two. Carlisle.""What about him?""Stick close to him. Carlisle is different from the rest of us. He spends so much time around blood at the hospital that he's desensitized to it. It barely affects him anymore. So if you do get hurt, the one vampire who won't lose his sh@t is Carlisle. Do whatever you can to put him between you and the danger."I remembered Carlisle stepping between Edward and me, blocking his path, and then grabbing me and trying to get me away from him. Emmett was right. There was never a moment when he hadn't been in control of himself.And I had run away from him.I dropped my head into my hands. "Is he furious with me?"Emmett and Rosalie both laughed as though I had made a terrific joke. "With you?" Rosalie said incredulously. "Bella, I don't even think he's capable of being mad at you.""He's about ready to take Edward's head off, though," Emmett said. "I've known Carlisle for over ninety years, and I've never seen him this p@ss@d about anything. Especially not at Edward."I chewed at my lip. "I don't want them to fight anymore. I've already caused enough trouble between them."Rosalie looked at me with actual compassion in her eyes. "If anybody can convince him to forgive Edward, it's you. But don't be too hard on him. Just think how you would feel if Edward had nearly killed Carlisle."My stomach gave an unpleasant lurch. I couldn't stand the thought of losing him. Life without Carlisle would be too miserable to bear.She reached over Emmett and squeezed my hand. "I'm going to get back to work. Just listen to my husband. This is important information he's giving you."Emmett pulled her down for a quick kiss and then turned back to me as she moved to the kitchen again."Okay, lesson three," he said. "'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.' If you want to stay safe when you're hanging out with vampires, you keep the Quileute boys around." He gave me a stern look. "Now, this one you have to be careful with. The wolves are pretty edgy when they first phase. Their emotions are heightened and they haven't really learned to deal with it. Sam Uley is probably pretty safe, but these two new kids aren't. Give them some time to get themselves under control before you spend any time alone with them.""How long?" I asked. "I mean . . . I want to see Jacob.""You can still see him, just make sure you've got somebody with you. Sam is fine, or one of us. We can protect you from the wolves just as effectively as the wolves can protect you from us.""Protection used to mean condoms," I muttered.Emmett fixed me with a steady look. "If that's what you want, you just have to say the word. If you don't want anything to do with vampires and shape-shifters, then . . . well, we'll leave you alone.""No!" I gasped, shuddering at the thought of Carlisle leaving me.He grinned. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Who would want a normal, boring life when you could hang out with us?" He winked at me. "Okay, lesson four. Keeping the secret."I gave him a surprised look. "I wouldn't tell anyone.""I know, kid. But it's not always quite as easy as that. There are tells.""What do you mean?""Well," he said, "we chose Forks for a reason. Despite the fairly significant threat from the Quileute wolves, this is a really convenient place to live because of the cloud cover."I stared at him. "Wait. You don't really burn up in the sunlight?"He snickered. "No, we don't burn up. But we can't let humans see us in direct sunlight.""Why not?"He looked at me for a moment. "You know what? I'm going to let Carlisle show you that. I mean . . . assuming you're still interested in hanging with Carlisle?"I nodded fervently."Good. Ask him to show you. You'll love it.""Okay," I said, puzzled. I wondered what I could possibly love about seeing someone in the sun as opposed to the shade."Also," Emmett said, "the skin, the eyes. Actually it's surprising how few people say anything about that. They usually just don't look closely enough."That confused me. "They don't?"He shook his head. "People . . . well, it's odd. They're attracted to us, but at the same time, they have sort of an instinctive aversion to us. They won't really look at us long enough to notice details.""I noticed," I pointed out."Yeah, but I'm pretty sure there's something wrong with you."My jaw fell open, and I squeaked indignantly. "What do you mean, there's something wrong with me?""You know, with not having the survival instincts to stay away from us, and the thing with Edward not being able to read you and all." He winked at me."Wait, what? What about Edward?"He gave me an odd look. "Oh. I thought he told you. About him and Alice and Jasper?"I gave him a guarded look. "He told me Alice sees the future. Is that what you mean?""And did he tell you how Jasper can manipulate people's emotions?"I shook my head, my eyes widening. "You mean he can make people feel things?"Emmett nodded. "And he always knows what you're feeling too.""Are you kidding me?"He shook his head, smirking. "And I guess Edward didn't tell you about his own annoying little gift?""What is it?" I asked nervously."The little son of a b@tch is a mind-reader," he said, rolling his eyes. "There's no f@ck@ng privacy with him around."I clapped a hand over my mouth, horrified by the thought of him knowing what was inside of my head."Relax," Emmett laughed lazily. "He can't read you."Relief instantly washed through me, followed closely by curiosity. "Why not?"Emmett shrugged. "Might be hereditary. Charlie's thoughts are kind of hard for him to get a handle on, apparently. And it may be that your habit of building walls and keeping people out has enhanced that little trait of yours.""Thank god," I breathed.He laughed. "Believe me, I'm jealous. Most of the time, we all wish Edward would get the hell out of our heads. Except for Carlisle—he usually doesn't mind so much.""Why doesn't he mind?""I don't know. He says it deepens the relationship and blah, blah . . . whatever. Maybe he's just so perfect that he never thinks anything that would embarrass him.""He is pretty perfect," I breathed, more to myself than to Emmett.Emmett nudge my foot with his. "Hey. Don't start getting all sad. He's still the same guy.""He's not mad at me?" I asked."Nah, he's not mad at you. He's worried that you're afraid of him."I wondered if I was. I searched myself, looking for a spark of fear. It was there when I thought about Edward, or Emmett, or any of the rest of the family. But it wasn't there when I thought about Carlisle. I didn't know if it was Emmett's assurance that he never lost control or that I had irrationally quashed any fear because I loved him so much, but the only fear I could find regarding him was fear that I wouldn't be enough for him."I'm not," I said softly."Good. Then I think you passed Vampires 102 as well.""Wait. My test for 101 was to be afraid, but my test for 102 is to not be afraid?""Yep."I leaned my head back against the couch. "You guys make my brain hurt."Emmett just laughed."I'm hungry," I said abruptly. "Do you want some breakfast?"He smirked, looking me up and down. "Are you offering?"I suddenly realized what I said. "Oh! You guys don't . . . wait . . ." I knew they avoided eating at school, but Carlisle had dinner with me every night. "Do you guys eat?"Emmett shook his head. "Human food is disgusting. Plus, we can't digest it. If we eat we have to choke it back up. It sucks.""But . . . Carlisle . . .""Carlisle loves you a hell of a lot," Emmett said. "I don't think I'd be willing to eat that cr@p every night for anyone.""Excuse me?" Rosalie called from the kitchen."Except for you, baby!" Emmett said over his shoulder, winking at me.I giggled."If you want company for breakfast, we could always call wolf-boy in here," Emmett said, gesturing toward the back yard."Who?""The rez boys have been keeping an eye on you. And it's a good thing, too. Carlisle's got mad skills, but trying to take on a mind-reader by yourself is just asking for a beat-down. If he hadn't had help from the wolves yesterday, it's hard to say what might have happened.""There's somebody out there watching right now?" I asked incredulously.He bobbed his head casually. "Yep. Carlisle or Edward could probably tell you which one, but I don't know them very well yet.""It could be Jacob?""Could be. Let's go find out." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, dragging me toward the back door. He released my hand once we were outside, and he started whistling. "Here, Fido!" he yelled into the trees. He made kissing sounds with his lips. "Come here, puppy! I've got a Milkbone for you!"I heard a growl in response, and then some soft rustling in the trees. After a moment, a teenager with deep russet skin, wearing only a pair of cut-offs, emerged from the trees. He looked vaguely familiar, and I figured I must have seen him around La Push while I was growing up.He moved toward us, shooting Emmett a glare and flipping him off. Emmett just snickered."Hey, Bella." The boy said, ignoring Emmett's laughter. "I'm Jared.""Hey." I had no idea what to say to him. Thanks for stopping Edward from killing me? Actually, that was probably all right. "Thanks for stopping Edward from killing me." I gave him a rueful smile."My pleasure," he said with a grin. "So about breakfast . . ."I stared at him. "You heard that?""We have really good hearing. Like your bloodsuckers." He gestured to Emmett.I spun to look at him. "You guys do too?"He nodded. "Excellent hearing, sight, smell . . . everything."My face turned red, wondering what things I might have said, assuming Carlisle had been in the other room and unable to hear me.Emmett snickered. "Sorry, Bella. The crowds you run with are sorta freaky."I put a hand over my eyes. "Whatever," I said, trying not to think about it. "Jared, you want to come in and have breakfast with me?""I'd love to," he said with a smile.'
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