The living room was large and unoccupied, apart from myself and Emmett, giving me respite from the rest of the household. Rosalie was stilled pissed at me for agreeing to change Bella when the time came. Alice, seeing ahead of us, what would happen if Rosalie voiced her opinions, had suggested that her, Esme and Rosalie go do some late night shopping. Carlisle had taken Jasper hunting, as the mood had become too much, that even he could not calm him.

Emmett sat on the comfortable sofa, his legs pulled up on top of the antique 18th century apothecary table, that Carlisle had bought her for their anniversary. If she was in the house now he would be limping around the house, trying to regain the feeling in his legs. I smiled inwardly at my brothers bravery, Esme would notice footprints of that table a mile away.

The remote was clutched in his hand, as he flicked through the channels, nothing taking his interest. His thoughts held nothing interesting, just a run down on his latest meal, a large black grizzly that He had woken up from its slumber. His thought drifted in and out of focus, sometimes lingering on a moment between him and Rose, something I tried to tune out. After around 10 minutes of going through a play-by-play of his grizzly encounter, his thoughts became more lucid and even more disturbing than before.

He had begun to reminisce about the previous night with Rosalie. Apparently mine and her argument, that she was so frustrated that all of her pent up anger resulted in a very eventful night between himself and Rose. Sometimes I cursed the fact that I could hear my brother’s thoughts, even though it did come in handy when he and Jasper were planning pranks.

His thoughts though suddenly took an unexpected turn – or expected when you think about who it was doing the thinking – and Rosalie was now morphing into Bella, with myself taking Emmett’s place. My initial reaction was to tear Emmett to tiny little pieces and throw him into the fire place that we never used. But then as the thoughts became a little bit more graphic, I realised that it was now my own thoughts running through my head rather than my chauvinistic brother’s. My first clue was that the scene was taking place in Bella’s bedroom, were every minute detail was magnified. I knew it was me because Emmett has never seen the inside of Bella’s house, never mind her bedroom.