Emmett had been gone for hours, he had just "stepped outside" for a moment and had disappeared shortly there after. It had been six months since he was changed into this creature, and for the first time he hated what he was. She'd warned him about this right off the bat. The smell of it, the pull of it. It wasn't the first time he'd smelled it, it had once taken Edward, Carlisle and Rosalie holding him back the first time he'd smelled human blood. But they'd held him back. This time he'd been alone. No one to remind him, no one to stop him. The first one had been bad, but after that he couldn't stop. He'd gotten one and he wanted more. Luckily the human hadn't been alone. At final count, it had been seven.
He'd gotten the first whiff about 100 yards into his walk. He couldn't help himself though, he'd wanted to be strong but it had only lasted about ten seconds before he was running as fast as he could through the woods to where the hiking party was. It had been over before it was started, and he was then surrounded by the bodies of five men and two women. They hadn't had a chance. His body ached with remorse, he could still hear their heartbeats in his ears and taste their blood on his tongue. He licked his lips and stood among the carnage. He spent much of his time burying the bodies, and hoping they'd never be found. He was covered in dirt and blood and he walked to the river to clean himself off. He couldn't get the smell off of him. He did the best thing he could and broke into a hunting cabin that was empty and changed clothes.
Staring at himself in the mirror he noticed immediately the red color of his eyes and he felt the ache in his chest. Where would he go now? Carlisle would never let him stay, Edward who had become like a brother to him would hear his awful thoughts and never want to speak to him again. Esme would be disappointed and he'd never wanted to disappoint her, she'd stop considering him a son. He'd betrayed them all, his family. He'd destroyed everything they'd worked for all because he wasn't strong like them.
And Rosalie. Rosalie, his beautiful angel. She'd sacrificed so much, had saved his life and done everything she could to help him adjust. She'd never accept him now. Not like this. She'd never tasted human blood before. She'd never forgive him. He loved her so completely, and so purely. More than he'd ever imagined loving anyone else. It had only been months, and already he knew he would die without her. The crushing in his chest at the thought of breaking her heart. Someone who had confided her secrets to him, someone he'd spent days upon days just listening to her, and talking to her. Never afraid to tell his secrets, or be himself. Never feeling judged by her, always at peace as long as she was by his side. He'd never so much as tried to give her the eye, and convince her to stay in his room for the night. Or attempting to sweet talk her, the way he'd done with the pretty girls he'd met in his former life. Never trying to be charming, or inappropriate in any way. She was a real lady, a classy lady. She deserved better than him, and she made him want to be a better person. And now he'd gone and thrown it all way.
He burned his own clothes in a metal bucket and took off for a run. But he was scared, he didn't know what to go. He found himself back at the only home he'd ever known in this life. He hurried into his bedroom and closed the door behind him. Maybe they wouldn't come asking after him. He didn't know how long his eyes would be red, or how long he'd have the smell in his nose, and the flavor in his mouth. They'd know immediately. They'd all know. He wondered if he should start packing now, but honestly they'd gotten him all of these things. He had no right or claim to any of it. He took off the borrowed clothes and shoved them to the back of his closet as he changed into his own. He took the rocking chair from the corner and moved it toward the window and sat down, just staring off into the dark night.