Babe Ruthless (Emmett Cullen)

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Cold was all Dakota Cane could feel, it started in her toes and then the tips of her fingers before biting at the tip of her nose. It was dark, Dakota couldn't make out where she was, but she felt scared and alone.

"Dakota, leave it alone, it's none of your business." That voice, it seemed so familiar, yet so different, like she had once known the owner of the voice, like she had once been close to whoever had spoken.

"It's not safe, Dakota, don't look for me." Don't look for who? Who wasn't meant to be found? Questions plagued the young girls mind, where was she? Why was she hearing all this? And who was speaking to her? "Dakota, he's not safe, stay away"

Wisps of blonde hair flew past Dakota's line of sight, almost like they were telling her to follow them, to find the answers she has been looking for, so she does, Dakota follows the strands of hair and what she sees is something that confuses her more than any question that she's ever had. At the end of the line, hunched over in a corner, is a man who she thought she would never see again, a man who had been pronounced dead. Sawyer Cane.

Waking with a gasp, Dakota bolts upright, breathing heavily a thin sheen of sweat coating her forehead, sticking lose strands of brown hair together. With a groan Dakota leans over to switch on her lamp, grabbing her dream journal in the process, her mother, Imogen, had gotten it for her when the dreams had started, three weeks ago.

Flipping through pages and pages of dreams that haunt her waking moments, she comes across a blank page and begins to write down everything she remembers, which isn't much. The dreams start to become hazy once Dakota wakes, never sticking around long for her to get any important details from them, but Dakota remembers more of this dream, she remembers the voice, what it had said, she remembers feeling sad. But most importantly she remembers the man, she remembers her brother.

Dakota Cane looked sick, as most would say whenever they caught a glimpse of the girl, and she was, she was very sick. Sick of sleepless nights, of haunting memories, of not knowing what happened to her brother. The bags beneath her eyes darkening with every passing day, her heart breaking without her older brother by her side. Imogen Cane was concerned for her remaining children, while one was dealing with the pain of losing his brother by partying and drinking, the other was deteriorating right in front of her eyes, and there wasn't a damned thing she could do to help.

"I had another dream" Dakota weakly spoke as she took her seat at the kitchen table, eyes raking over the food her mother had brought home from the diner she worked at. "I saw him, I saw Sawyer." Hearing the name of her lost son, Imogen lifted her head, trained eyes locking onto her thin daughter "He told me it wasn't safe, to stop looking for him" came the whispered voice of the young Cane girl, "I can't stop looking, I just can't. I know he's out there somewhere, I know he isn't dead!" The broken voice of a broken spirit shouted to her mother, trying to make not only Imogen but herself believe that Sawyer Cane was out there, that he was still alive. That the now oldest Cane child would never stop looking for her brother, would never stop looking for her best friend.

One thing everyone who resides in the small town of Cedar Park knew for certain about Dakota Cane, was that she would never stop looking for her brother, even if it killed her.

And it most likely would.