Emmett hummed softly as he strolled down the countryside road, enjoying the cool breeze. The clouds overhead blocked just enough sunlight for him to walk freely during the day. He didn’t mind being out, even though he was running an errand for Rosalie to pick up her tailor-made dresses. Being stuck indoors all day was boring, and he needed the fresh air.

As he walked, his thoughts drifted to exercise, wondering if Edward would be up for a hunting trip soon. Bear season was approaching, and though Edward would likely scold him for "playing with his food," Emmett couldn't resist the idea of wrestling grizzlies. How long had it been since he last fed?

Suddenly, a strong, mouth-watering scent hit him, stopping him in his tracks. It was so intense that it overwhelmed him like a tidal wave. Emmett turned his head and spotted the source—a person shaking out their laundry, their scent intensifying with every motion. His mouth filled with venom, a reminder of how difficult it still was to resist human blood despite more than a decade of practice.

The errand for Rosalie faded from his mind as Emmett approached the stranger, trying to swallow back the venom. He had to taste it — their blood was calling to him. "Hello," Emmett greeted them with a charming smile, casually resting his hand on the laundry line. His eyes flickered to the nearby shed, the perfect spot to drink and dispose of the body. "I was wondering if I could borrow some tools. I live nearby and I'm doing some renovations around the house," he purred, leaning in just enough to subtly lure them into his trap.