My Favourite Scar (Emmett Cullen x Reader)

Kidnapping

I was kissing Emmett in the school  bathroom. This couldn't be real. It had to be a dream. Whatever. I could take advantage of this dream. Oh my god! What was I doing? I hadn't even talked to him yet! Even in a dream, this should be wrong. SHOULD be. But I didn't fell as if it was so. 

I had been deciding if I should continue my dream when Emmett stopped kissing my and gave me a hug. 

"I'm so sorry."

But it wasn't his voice, or at least, not what I imagined his voice to be. It was a feminine voice. It was my mothers.

We pulled apart, and she looked at me with regret. She was young. She looked years younger than when I left her. It was my mother before she turned to my fathers bad behaviour. Tears started to come to my eyes. I went to wipe them away, but when I returned my mother was no longer there.

My father stood two feet away from me, a disgusted look on his face. The face he always gave me.

"I always knew you were a disappointment."

I collapsed to the ground and covered my face with my hands. It was true. I was a disappointment. I removed my hands and looked at my thighs. I was wearing shorts, but it wouldn't have mattered anyways. On my legs, pools of blood were pouring out from my old cuts. I could barely see my legs, the blood was so thick. And shiny.

But it wasn't shiny. There was something in the blood. I looked closer, and it seemed there was a reflection in it. It was me, pale and- and- dead? But I was breathing! And my eyes, they were red?

What was I?

I woke up in a sweat. It's been so long since I had that nightmare, minus the Emmett part. I thought it might be over, now that I was gone, but I guess it'll take time.

I looked down at my pyjamas, and found my right long sleeve bloody. I must have scratched my old marks in my sleep. I took a sip of water and got ready to clean it up, when three figures cam shooting in my direction.

I turned off my car lights and locked the door. No one could see me. No one could attack me. Both of those options were horrible. The three figures, who I realized were humans, seemed to be fighting. One of them was struggling to get out of the grasp of the others, who seemed to be struggling. I heard them talk.

"No! Emmett, don't do this! Carlisle help!"

Emmett? like, Emmett Cullen? 

The Emmett person finally got out of their grasp and sprinted up to the car, so fast I could barely see it. It was probably just my eye sight though. Once he was up close to the car,  I could definitely see it was Emmett Cullen. It all took me by surprise, and I had no time to react. Who would possibly see that coming? He punched the window, sent glass flying everywhere, and- 

Bit me! On the neck!

It was over as soon as it started. The other figures pulled him away, and one of them took him back to the forest, while the other looked at me.

"What the actual fuck was that?" I asked him. "He just fucking bit me! Get away before I call the cops you creeps!"

He looked at me with scared, and regretful eyes. "I'm so sorry. It's too late."

"What the fuck are you talking ab-" a burning sensation was creeping down the bite mark. I had never felt something like this before. Hotter and hotter, it spread down to the tips of my toes, and all the way to the top of my head. It was burning me. I felt like I was on fire, but couldn't do anything.

A girl, Alice I think, came over. Why were the Cullens here? Was this a prank? It was not funny, and I prayed it would be over soon so I could run them over with my car.

"They're one of us now Carlisle," she said in a light, feathery voice. "We better get them to our place."

I felt a pair of hands grab me bridal style and a surreal amount of wind whip my hair as I struggled to get even the tiniest cry for help out. All of my scars felt like they were melting off of me, and my skin had to be burnt to a crisp. How was anyone holding me without severe burns marking their skin? 

The wind stopped, and I was laid down on a soft surface, although it didn't really matter where I was put - I would have put up with any surface in the world if it meant that the pain would stop. 

"Holy shit Carlisle what happened?" a perfect, feminine voice came from beside me.

"Emmett. He lost control. I saved them before he drank anything, but he still bit them."

What did they mean by drank anything? 

They were kidnapping me. That was it, it was a kidnapping and torture. I don't know why some psychopath decided to bite me, but the police would soon realize that I was missing and would find me, right?

"Jasper!" Carlisle's voice shot through the house.

A southern accent cam from my left side. "Yes?" 

"You can't alleviate their pain, right?" desperation was all I could get from his voice.

"You know that's not how my gift works Carlisle," Jasper replied.

"Just checking."

And that was the last thing I heard, as I faded into a hyper consciousness where my pain was the main character of the show.