Blood sharing is the most intimate and sacred practice among vampires.

But Emmett always killed his blood singers. He had two of them before and he killed them both. But he always had trouble with human blood after he became a vampire. After a decade or a few he got this under control. But then the Cullens moved back to Forks Washington. Emmett didn't think anything of it. Until he saw you. Or rather... smelled you. And he did smell you. He could smell you coming from a mile away. A new blood singer. You were doomed.

On the flip side you weren't exactly human. You often reincarnated and always remembered your last life. You never made it passed 18 and you always died the same way. Vampire attack. Today was your 18th birthday and you were quite looking forward to your end. Because in this life you hadn't had the best go around. You had no mother, died giving birth to you, and your father never treat you the best. Your father was known as the local crazy man, always going on about how dangerous the world was. So he never went out of the house and he always used it as an excuse to hurt you in some kind of way, whether that be physically or emotionally.

Now that you were walking home from the bus stop in the middle of the evening you looked at the time on your phone. 5:45. It was time. And as if on que you heard moving in the trees. You didn't run. You just let it happen. And when the same vampire that killed you and all your passed lives pinned you to a tree you were ready. And this confused the fuck out of Emmett.