Title: My Two Treasures 17/17
Summary: Before Emmett became a Cullen he had a sister he was raising. What
happened when she was told he "died" from a bear attack? What became of
her? Will they ever see each other again?
Pairings: R/Em, C/Es, A/Ed, eventual B/J
Rating: T for mild language
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters are property of S.M.
Previous Chapters: Chapters 1, 2, 3, & 4
Chapters 5, 6, & 7
chapters 8 & 9
Chapters 10 & 11
Chapter 13 & 14
Chapter 15 & 16
Picture/ Song Links for My Two Treasures
Here lies the final chapter of My Two Treasures. Thank you all for taking this journey with me and I hope you've all enjoyed it. This started out simply as an "I can write that better" when I read a few badly written Em/Bella sibling stories and took on a life of it's own from there.
So now I'll shut up and let you all (hopefully) enjoy the finale of My Two Treasures. A Happy New Year to you all!
I was stunned. I just couldn't form any words, let alone think of any to say. I held tight to Emmett's hand as he pulled me along back to the house. I know how much he loves the Cullens. They were there for him when I couldn't be. They'd been his family for over half a century and for him to give all that up just for me…
"So, where are we going to go?" Rosalie asked as we entered the house. I (graciously) plopped myself down on the couch as Em started pacing.
"I don't know. I just know we need to get away for a while," he replied.
"We could always go to Michigan. I haven't seen Peter and Charlotte in a good long while," Jasper suggested as he came into the room. He must have run to get back here so quickly. He quickly began discussing locations with my brother and sister-in-law, each suggesting a place then having it shot down.
"I want to go somewhere new. Somewhere we haven't been so the pixie won't try to find us."
"I know a place," I said, finally coming out of my stupor. "I bought it about ten years ago to use as a retreat. I just never got the chance to go."
"Where's that Bells?"
"Kanacea Island in Fiji. I'm pretty sure there's a house there, but if not there's plenty of trees we can use to build one…or two so you guys have your own space," I offered. To tell the truth I don't know why I bought it. I was surfing the web one night and came across a website of private islands for sale. When I saw Kanacea, something about its beauty and isolation pulled me in. I had the money just lying around so I bought it, thinking I'd go there when my car finally gave out since it has no roads.
"You own an—" Emmett started to say before stopping. "Never mind. I could fill a pool with the things I don't know about you. I should stop letting stuff surprise me."
"Well, let's get packed and get this trip ready then," Rosalie suggested.
"Actually," I said as I stood, "If you don't mind, there's somewhere I'd like to take you all first."
I stood there looking at the spot where four members of my family disappeared off to. Even though Isabella and I hadn't spent much time together, I still considered her part of the family.
"I know," Edward whispered, gaining my attention. I turned back to my remaining family to see my wife with a face crossed between angry and sad and Edward standing there with his head bowed, like he was a child in trouble. But none of this was his fault. All the blame could be laid at Alice's feet. And sadly, everything the boys said to her was true.
"You know, Alice, everything they told you was true. It is an extreme insult to show up and insinuate yourself into a coven without being invited, and even more insulting to clear out someone's room while we were away hunting just to make room for yourself. I am a compassionate man, but vampires are extremely territorial. The only reason you were not immediately killed was Jasper. He met us in the forest on our way home from the hunt. He knelt before me, his hair pulled back to bare his neck to me as a sign of submission. He explained his story and yours. He told me why you were there. He also told me that he warned you not to enter our home without permission. He warned you not to touch anything. He tried to stop you, but you had a vision that it would all be alright. Jasper was the reason your vision came true. If it wasn't for him, I would have killed you on sight. The fact that you are Edward's mate is the only reason you were accepted into this family. You were alone when you were turned, you had no memory, so we gave you a chance and we have come to care for you deeply. But we were a family before you came and contrary to your beliefs, you do not know everything about us.
"I know that when you awoke to this life, you had nothing, save your visions. You were alone and so you relied on them to learn how to be one of us. You depended on them for so long that you forgot how to interact with people. You'll spend time with Rosalie and Jasper and Esme, but you don't really communicate with them. If you go shopping with Rosalie, you don't bother asking her opinion on anything. You simply say "I already saw it and you love it" or "I already saw it and you hate it." You do the same with Esme. I can't speak for your time with Jasper, but I would guess it's not much different. There is nothing wrong with looking to your visions for the important things, such as danger, but you need to learn how to interact with people again. You need to stop using your visions every minute of the day. If you don't stop looking to your visions for every single little thing, then you will become lost to them forever."
I turned away from Alice then, took my wife's hand and began leading her home. Edward, you know that I love you. I'm not doing this to hurt you, but she is pulling my family apart. If she truly wishes to change, I know someone who can help her to learn the value of her gift, and how to use it properly. Good luck.
Esme and I were deep in the trees when I heard Edward finally speak. "Ali, please, all this fighting…I can't do it anymore. You need help. You can't keep using your visions all the time. You know you can't. The only reason you dislike Bella so much is because she makes it difficult for you to see Emmett and Rosalie and Jasper. When you showed up, you never even bothered trying to get to know Em, so I don't understand why you care that you can't see him clearly. Ali, you're my mate and I love you. Truly, I do. But this is my family. We've always been a tightly knit unit and we all agreed that if we ever found Bella, we'd welcome her with open arms because we knew the pain Emmett suffered at her loss. We were there to help him grieve when after years and years of searching, he could find no record of her. He is my brother in every sense of the word and I don't want to lose him. I don't want to lose any of my family, but that's what's happening because you're letting your visions separate us. Carlisle knows someone…someone who can help you learn how to properly use the visions. Please, whoever it is, let us call and get you help. Please Ali…don't make me choose between my mate and my family. Please."
I held Esme close as she silently wept for Edward. I knew the divide Alice had caused was hurting him, but until now I didn't know how badly. I wanted nothing more than to run back to him and hug him, but I couldn't. All I could do was stand there and pray that Alice would make the right decision. I don't know how long we stood there before we finally heard her soft voice say, "Edward, I don't want to hurt you anymore. Have him make the call."
We drove for nearly an entire day before we reached our destination. Corbin, Kentucky. Home of Cumberland Falls, the Niagara of the South and the moonbow. It's also the home of the Manor Hill Cemetery and the final resting place of my family.
"Bells, what are we doing here?" Emmett asked softly.
"This is where my family is buried. This is the town where my life began again when I lost Em and it's the town where my life ended, first when I lost my boys, then when I lost my humanity. I think I'm finally ready to say goodbye to them."
Em and Rose waited by the car as Jasper took my hand in his and we headed to the office of the cemetery. I honestly didn't remember the exact location of the grave. I was in a fog that day and I was changed shortly after. Sadly, I needed to ask someone else where my baby was buried.
"Excuse me," Jasper said when we reached the front desk. "We're looking for the Warren plot."
The old man behind the desk gestured for us to wait a minute before he pulled out a large ledger. He opened it to the back and quickly began scanning the names. When he came to the page with the W's, there was a letter resting there with the name Warren on it. "The plot is row 15C plot 9. This letter has been here for fifty years. We were instructed to give it to anyone who came asking about that family." With a shaking hand, I reached out and took it from him.
"Thank you," I said softly before Jasper led me back outside. We quickly located the grave, but there was a surprise waiting for me. The last time I was there, there was only a small stone slab with my boys' names on it. Now, there stood what looked to be a Grecian pillar with a weeping angel bent over it. Carved into the marble pillar was: "Here lie Samuel and Matthew Warren, beloved husband and son. Taken from this world too soon." Their birthdates and death dates were carved underneath.
"I didn't know this was here," I whispered in shock. "It looks like me. We buried them together in the same coffin. I didn't want Matty by himself. When we got to the cemetery, I was lost in my grief as I lay on the coffin. It was just after everyone left the service. The gravediggers were there, but they didn't come near me. They didn't rush me away. They stayed there as I unleashed my grief."
"Why don't you take a look at the letter darlin? I'm sure it will have an explanation."
"You're probably right. Will you read it with me?" I asked nervously.
"Of course darlin."
We both sat down at the foot of the grave and Jasper wrapped his arms tight around me as I carefully pulled the letter from the envelope. The ink had faded some, but with my enhanced sight it was easy to read.
It's Simon. I don't exactly know how to write this so forgive me if anything I say is rude or inappropriate. Sam was the best friend I ever had. We'd known each other since we could crawl. When he lost his wife and child, I thought he'd join them in death. He was wasting away more and more each day. Nothing I said made one bit of difference to him. It was like he didn't know how to function anymore. A group of us got together whenever we had free time to take care of the farm, hoping one day he'd come back to us all. And he did…the day he met you. When he found you on the side of the road, he just couldn't leave you there. He took you into his home and cared for you until you were well again. Physically well at least. You were just as broken as he was. But as time went on, you slowly began to heal. I watched as you two healed each other. I watched as you fell in love. I was actually jealous of your love. I wished I had someone to look at me the way you looked at Sam, to hold me through the bad times and laugh with me through the good. And when Matty was born…I'd never seen Sam so elated. You were the perfect family. The family that all others in town looked up to and strived to be like. But then it all came crashing down.
You don't know this, but I was actually the one to find them. My mother sent me over with some chicken soup for the boys. When I saw them lying there…I didn't know what to do. I couldn't function. So I know it must have been much worse for you. I was in the cemetery that evening as you lay over the extra wide coffin, your agonizing wail almost unbearable to hear. I wanted so badly to rush to you and comfort you. But I knew you'd never find comfort again. You'd never know warmth or laughter again. My heart broke for you that day Isabella.
A few days later, you disappeared. I tried to find you, Sam would have wanted me to take care of you, but you covered your tracks too well. For months afterwards I still saw your figure draped weeping over that coffin every time I closed my eyes. So I got a block of marble and began to carve. The result is what you see before you in the graveyard. If you touch underneath the second feather on the right wing, second row of feathers down, a small compartment will open so that if you have something you'd like to place there, you can. I doubt you will ever be back to see this though, but I couldn't help putting that piece in. I hope and pray that one day, you'll find someone to help you recover from this great loss, just as Sam found you to help him recover from his. I know that if you do, he will be an angel sent to you by your boys, just as I believe you were an angel sent to Sam by his Carolina.
Take care of yourself Isabella. I hope that wherever you are, you are able to find peace.
My body shook with silent sobs, my eyes blurring with tears that would never fall. I looked over into the deep amber eyes of my mate and only saw love and understanding. He truly was an angel sent to me by my Sam. "Jazz, could you give me a minute please?"
"Sure. Take all the time you need darling," he said softly as he kissed me on the forehead. Once he was out of hearing range, I touched the feather to reveal the secret compartment. It was no bigger than a two inch square box, but it was the perfect size for my needs.
"Sammy, it has literally been a lifetime since I lost you and Matthew. And I have grieved that entire lifetime. Now I have my Papa Bear back, a new and wonderful sister, and Jasper. You boys sent me to them and for that I will be eternally grateful. I will always love you both, but it's time I let you go and learn how to truly live again." I gently pulled off my engagement and wedding rings. It was the first time I had ever removed them, with the exception of cleaning them. I would always have the compass with the photo of my Sam and Matthew, but I was no longer Isabella Warren. I was simply Isabella McCarty again. I had grieved my husband for decades and it was time to finally let him go. So I carefully wrapped my rings in a piece of cloth and placed them in the hole. "Goodbye my loves," I whispered as I kissed my hand and closed the compartment. I felt lighter than I ever had before. The black cloud of sorrow had finally and completely been lifted from my soul. I turned and headed out of the graveyard…back to my brother and sister-in-law. Back to my mate, my light…with him by my side I knew I could do anything. It was time for me to leave behind all I'd known and begin a new journey.
A/N: Kanacea Island is a real island in Fiji. You can click the picture/song link at the top of this page and under Chapter 17 there is a link to a page about the island. There is also a link for the statue at Sam & Matthew's grave. Cumberland Falls in Corbin, Kentucky is a real place. Click the picture/song and under Chapter 17 there is a link to a page about it. Manor Hill Cemetery though is just a name I made up. There could possibly be a cemetery with that name, but I don't know about it. I asked my coworker for a good cemetery name and she gives me something with a really old name…or a manor.Well that's the end of My Two Treasures. I hope you've all enjoyed the ride.
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