Betrayed by her, EPOV, oneshot

Written By:rromance.
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The only thing he could hear was the moaning, that came from those lips that he loved so much.

He knew everything. She loved that thing.

He had read the mind of the man – no, not a man, a werewolf – he hated and had heard something he would have never want to hear. This was the thing that he had feared the most.

So he lit the fire in the woods and tore himself to pieces, little by little, and waited for the fire to start licking his dead body and his broken heart.

All because the girl he loved too much had betrayed him.

Slept All Night

Written by: theidiotgirl
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they too must have slept all night with their eyes open

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You look small, curled up on the couch, wet hair plastered to your forehead, neck, cheek. You’re asleep, hands pressed to your chest. I watch the steady rise and fall of your breaths, how they stutter and shake from your lips. I’m sure everything in you is chapped, that breathing’s hard.

I almost drowned once, when I was younger. I know the feeling of sandpaper lungs and a scratchy throat. I know what it’s like to kick and fight the crushing waves of the Pacific, to swallow the salt water and give up. I want to wake you up, take your small hand in mine and tell you all about my experience.

I was seven, and it was three months after my mom’s death. A car crash, nothing exciting. No monsters, no magic, just a drunk driver. A simple car crash that left my mom dead and dad paralyzed.

I don’t even know what I was doing on the beach, I can’t remember. All I know is that the waves were calling to me, so I walked in. They pushed me back at first, and then the sea was pulling me in. I let it.

You’d probably understand. Maybe not.

Your chest stills momentarily, and so does mine. Then you cough, and my heart resumes its beating. Every bit of me is dripping with relief, and I want to take you in my arms, hold you closer than I ever have before. I want every nerve and cell of your body pressed against me, want you to soak into my skin, take up residence under my flesh.

I reach out, brush the hair from your forehead. Your skin is clammy, pale--like the white of stars and pearls. There’s the lightest of flushes to your cheeks, and my fingers trace the faint blooms. You stir under the brush of my fingers, face turning into my touch. I feel like crying as the softest of sighs escapes your mouth.

I wonder briefly if you know how much you mean to me? Do you know that I nearly died on that beach, too? My heart stopped, literally stopped. Everything narrowed down to you, and I can’t even remember my thought process. All I can recall is a vague whine in my mind, a voice repeating, over and over, pleasepleaseplease. Then your eyes shot open, and you rolled onto your side and wretched out sea water.

You were the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.

I trace the line of your nose, dance my fingers across your brows and the cupid’s bow of your upper lip. Your lashes flutter, and then you’re staring up at me. Your eyes are dark, sad and asking for forgiveness.

“Hey,” I whisper. Anything louder would be too much right now.

“Hi,” you manage to rasp out. The faintest of grins ghosts across your lips before you frown, eyebrows slopping into a ‘v’. Your tiny hand unfurls from your chest. I follow its path as it comes up to cup my cheek. “You saved me.”

I nod solemnly, turn my face to kiss the soft flesh of your palm. “Yes.”

You grin again, the quickest flash of teeth, then coo “My hero.”

The way your voice sound, all soft and faint, still rough from swallowing the sea, makes my heart shudder. I’m not sure whether I should laugh or cry, instead reach up and slowly twine my fingers with yours.

“Bella,” I murmur. “Tell me what happened.”

Your eyes widen briefly before shutting tightly. You try to pull your hand back, but I tighten my grip. I watch as your whole body begins to shake, and then you’re crying. Great, big sobs that seem to make the whole house quiver. Your pain is mine, and each cry and pitiful utterance from your throat tears at my heart.

I keep a firm hold on your hand, don’t move in to hug you to me. Crying like this, you don’t need to be held, but need something to hold on to. I know it’s not much, keeping your hand in mine, but it’s all I have to offer at the moment. I hope it’s enough.

Your sobs begin to slow; your body begins to stop its trembling. I loosen my grip on your hand, and realize that you’re holding on to me fiercely, knuckles white. Your free hand sweeps across my cheek, the lightest of caresses, and I’m surprised to find that I’ve been crying too.

“I’m sorry,” you say softly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Scare you.”

“It’s okay,” I answer, shoulders rising in a heavy shrug. Your eyes drift away from mine, and the quiet of the house settles over us. The radiator continues its fight against the cold, and outside the rain falls heavy on the earth. I turn to the window. It’s dark out, the road silent and empty.

“I hurt,” your tone is hushed, but I can feel the pain in your words, the relief of finally being able to share your burden. “I hurt all the time. There’s this hole in my chest, this big, gaping hole. Sometimes I feel like I’m suffocating, as if the world and time have stopped and everything is being sucked into this single point. And there I am, right in its path.”

Your breath catches, and I watch as your eyes shut slowly. You grimace, and my face mimics the expression. The weight on your chest, well, it rests on mine too.

“When…when they left everything stopped. Time meant nothing, meaning ceased to exist. I disappeared. I became numb. It was the only way I could deal with being left behind. I shut down, but even then I still hurt.”

I swallow thickly. I want to comfort you, but I don’t know how. I don’t know what to say, what to do. What’s considered appropriate at a time like this? Do I pull you towards my chest, offer cheap words, It will be okay. You’ll be okay. Am I supposed to give some inspiring speech on grief and loss, moving on and hope. I can’t. I’m not good with word. I don’t know what to do. I’ve never dealt with something like this before, so I settle on keeping your hand wrapped securely in mine.

“I feel like I’m breaking apart most days. You help me, you know. When I’m with you I can almost forget I’m broken. I don’t know if—Thank you, Jacob.”

I give your hand the briefest of squeezes, and the corners of your mouth lift for only a moment.

“And today, I just—” You pause, eyes opening. Your gaze finds mine, and I’m frozen. “I hear his voice, when I’m not careful. And he was screaming at me, yelling at me to stop. But I couldn’t. I had to hear him, and so I jumped.”

My heart stills for one agonizing moment, and then resumes in double time. From deep within me, a tiny flicker of anger ignites. It grows, spreads hot across my chest. I’m surprised to find myself getting angry. Is this what I’m supposed to be feeling? Is this right, or normal? Shouldn’t I just be happy and grateful that you’re alive?

“I tried to fight the waves,” you continue, unaware of the anger licking its way up my throat. “I did. But I couldn’t do much, they kept pushing me down. I got tired. God, was I tired. So I stopped. I quit fighting, and I wanted the ocean to take me. Because that meant the hurting would stop, and that’s all I’ve wanted since he left.”

“You’re selfish,” I find myself spitting out. You flinch, pull your hand quickly from mine.

“What? Jake, no. I—”

I scoff, glare down at your tiny frame on the couch. “Did you even stop to think? I mean, did you consider how what you did would affect Charlie at all? Your mom? My dad, the pack, the kids at school? Did you even care how I’d feel?”

“I can’t—I don’t—Jesus, Bella. I can’t even think clearly, let alone speak. Do you know how much I hurt? Do you know I nearly died out there on the beach? You can’t, you can’t just go around doing things like that and expect no one to care.”

“Jake, please, I—”

“No,” I bite out, shaking my head as a tremor rocks down my spine. “No. Just…just let me talk, okay?”

“Okay,” you answer, voice feather light. I sigh, and a bit of my anger begins to melt away, roll down my back. I reach forward, knuckles brushing across your cheek. You’re crying; tiny, silent tears that leave little dark spots on the seat cushion. I take a deep breath, hold it for as long as I’m able, and let it out.

“Okay,” I repeat, my voice just as quiet.

Neither of us speaks. The house groans in the cold, settles down for the night. The hum of the radiator is the loudest sound at the moment, beat only by an occasional sniffle from you. I’m still angry, pissed, mad, whatever. How you could even—If I had been a moment too late. Do you even know that—

“I’m mad at you,” I whisper, leaning in close to your face. Pale and beautiful. “I’m mad at you for doing what you did, for not talking to me, for giving up. I’m probably going to be angry with you for a long time, but that doesn’t mean I’m not happy you’re okay. I am. Beyond happy, actually.”

“I just, I wish this had never happened. I wish you’d talked to me. Told me how you felt. I could have helped. I would have tried.” My voice cracks, and I’m annoyed with myself for feeling embarrassed over that.

“Oh, Jake,” you murmur, dark lashes brushing your cheeks as you blink sleepily up at me. “It’s not your fault.”

I drop my head, rest it on the edge of the sofa, and let out a tired sigh. All of me is tired, aches with the feeling. “I could have done more. You shouldn’t have felt so alone.”

Your small hands slide across the cushion, fingers dancing lightly across my forehead. They flit their way over the back of my head, sending warm shivers through my being, and brush the backs of my ears. My anger disappears at your touch, and my whole body sags with relief. The feeling drips from me, drownsthe room in a pool of relief and gratitude that you’re okay.

You’re alive. There’s pink in your cheeks, and you’re touching me. Tiny hands holding the sides of my face, forcing my head up. Your eyes are wet with tears, and you’re smiling. How can you be smiling?

“Jacob Black,” you command firmly. “You will not feel guilty about this. You did everything you could, okay?”

I nod, and your face breaks into the most breath taking smile. “Good. Because things will get better. We’re going to be okay.”

I feel like crying. This moment, this exact instance, in the living room of my house, rain pounding outside, the radiator hard at work, this is when I know. I love you, completely and wholly. Just you. The thought slips forward from somewhere deep in my mind. No fireworks, no fanfare. No chorus of angels singing hallelujah. Only simple fact, a casual observation. It’s dark out. I love you.

We’re going to be okay.

A Promise for Forever

Written By:DaggerQuill
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A Promise for Forever

A Breaking Dawn Missing Moment

By: DaggerQuill

The new fallen snow was glittering in the sunrise as I got out of my car and began walking through the trees. While I made my way to the cottage I tried to figure out why I was so nervous.

It’s not like I thought she would say no. It was just a present anyway. The only thing it symbolized was something I already knew was true. And who doesn’t accept a present, especially a kid, what kid wouldn’t want their Christmas present?

Plus, it’s not like I won’t propose for real someday. So, if she says no, it will be okay. I mean, Bella rejected me six thousand times before, and I survived.

But it was different with Nessie. Even though it’s only a present and I knew she would want it, and I will get another chance, the possibility of Nessie rejecting me scared the shit out of me.

My plan was to ask Bella, and hopefully avoid Edward, to take Nessie someplace. I know there are no secrets in the Cullen house, but I wasn’t going to make it through this with a bunch of mind reading psychic mood changers hanging around.

When I let myself in the cottage I found Bella reading in a chair by the fire. “Hey, Jake.” She said without looking up.

“Merry Christmas, Bells. Where is everyone?”

“Edward is still up at the house, we all went up there for the whole Christmas morning thing. Renesmee wanted to come back and get ready to go to Charlie’s.”

“Bella, could I drive Nes- Renesmee to Charlie’s? I want to give her my Christmas present without everyone listening in.”

She gave me a quizzical look. “It’s not bad!” I assured her, “It’s just hard to get any privacy around here.” She scoffed, knowing it was true. “Anyway, I bet you and Edward could find something to do with an extra few hours on Christmas morning.”

She glared at me but almost instantly grinned and said, “Make sure you’re at Charlie’s by nine.”

“Thanks Bells!” I said quickly. “Nes!” I called. “Let’s go for a ride.”

“Jacob!” She squealed running out of her room, wearing a new locket and a poofy dress that I was sure Alice had picked out. “Merry Christmas, Jacob!”

“Merry Christmas to you, too. I really like your dress.”

“Thank you.” She smiled sweetly and twirled around, showing it off.

“Can I drive you to your grandpa Charlie’s?” I asked her.

“Yeah, let’s go!” she said. “Bye Mom!”

“See you at Grandpa’s, sweetie!” Bella called as Nessie ran toward the door.

“See ya, Bells.” I waved to her as I lifted Nessie onto my shoulders.

I carried her to the car, but then realized I didn’t know where I wanted to take her.

“Can we go hunting?” She asked as soon as we pulled on to the road.

“What?”

“I didn’t eat breakfast,” she explained “I’m hungry.”

“Nessie, There’ll be lots of food at your Grandpa’s, we can’t show up full.”

“I don’t want food.” She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest which made her look more adorable than angry.

It was hard for me to say no to her. “Plus, you’re all dressed up. I don’t want you to get all dirty.”

Suddenly she brightened “Pancakes?” She asked.

I smiled when I realized The Coffee Shop was the perfect place. Human food has never been Nessie’s favorite but she had grown fond of breakfast food after she and I started having pancake eating contests at a restaurant in town. Forks Coffee Shop specialized in giant pancakes, so big that most humans had trouble finishing by themselves. Every Sunday morning Nessie and I each ordered their largest plate of pancakes with all of the sides. It was some of the only times we got to hang out without a coven of vampires hovering around us.

I sighed loudly and shot her an annoyed look, even though I was still smiling. “Alright,” I agreed, “but we’re not eating too much.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

“We’ll both have the tall stack of GIANT hotcakes with two scrambled eggs and bacon.” I told the waiter

“No, I want ham.” Nessie said

“Ok,” I told her, then turned to the waiter “We’ll have two tall stacks of GIANT hotcakes, two sides of scrambled eggs, one side of bacon, and one side of ham, and two large glasses of milk.”

“Are you sure?” The waiter was staring at us with a skeptical look. “That’s a lot of food, our pancakes–”

“We know.” Nessie assured him in a clear, adult voice that didn’t match how she looked and certainly didn’t match her actual age.

Our milks came while Nessie was telling me about her morning. “I woke up really, really early. Daddy gave me a MP3 player, and Mommy gave me a locket, it says ‘plus que mon propre vie’’ her accent was perfect, even though I can’t think of any other time she had ever spoken French. “It means, ‘more than my own life,’ she said that’s how much she loves me.” I was planning to wait until after we finished eating to give her her present, but I was feeling so anxious I had ripped apart my napkin and four sugar packs. If I didn’t ask her now I was going to be too nervous to eat when the food came.

“Renesmee,” I started, this was important and I was trying to sound formal or something. She gave me a quizzical look over her glass of milk. She’d only heard me use her real name around Bella and even then, only when Bella seemed in a bad mood.

I started over. “Um, Nessie, is it alright if I give you your Christmas present right now?”

“Yeah!” She said excitedly. I pulled the bracelet out of my jeans pocket.

She gasped, “It’s pretty!” Her eyes followed the pattern of the complex weaves.

“It’s a Quileute promise bracelet,” I explained. Even though she kind of already understood it, Bella, Edward and I, decided not to explain the imprinting to her until she was older. No one wanted her to feel like she didn’t have choices. “If you accept it, it means we promise to be friends, to be together, forever.” She paused biting her bottom lip, thinking over what I had said. I took a deep, nervous breath.

“Forever.” She said. Her clarification blew my mind. Before I knew the truth about werewolves and vampires I had never considered forever. Only after Nessie was born did I entertain the possibility of myself being never-ending. To be honest, even with Nessie by my side, I still felt daunted by the concept. She was waiting for me to say something, her eyes wide and earnest, as if there was no other option.

“For as long as you want me.” I managed.

“You promise?” She gently demanded.

I nodded. It was the one thing I was sure of. She smiled, “Forever then.” She said simply, making me happier than I ever had been before. She held her arm forward so I could slip the bracelet onto her wrist.

The waiter came with the food. He set each plate on the table with is eyebrows raised as if he was asking if we really wanted all of it.

“Thank you.” Nessie said enunciating each word in her musical voice. He shook his head in disbelief, and walked away. She grabbed her fork and poised it over her scrambled eggs. “Ready, set, go!”

*~*~*~*~*~*

The combination of not enough sleep and too much food had lulled Nessie to sleep on the short ride to Charlie’s. I carried her into the house where we were met by the loud “Hellos!” and “Merry Christmases!” of Bella, Edward, my Dad, my pack, Charlie, Sue, Sam and Emily. Seeing everyone crammed into the Swan living room and feeling Nessie stir in my arms, I realized again how right Bella was, we were all meant to be a family.

Nessie was instantly wide awake jumping out of my arms running to Edward.

“Daddy! Look at what Jacob got me!”

‘Oh, shit!’ I thought.

Falling In Love

Written By:sammie2
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Another day. They really were all starting to blend together. Life with no sleep was interesting. More interesting was that life as a vampire is almost kinda fun. Thanks to m adoptive family. The Cullens were amazing. Carlisle and Esme are like parents to me. Edward and Bella are happily married with a daughter (who is married to a werewolf Jacob); Jasper and Alice were married; as well as Rosalie and Emmett. Now the confusing part is that Jasper and Rosalie pretended to be twins because of how much they look alike and they have the last name Hale.

All of us pretended to be in high school while Carlisle was a doctor in town. It was strange going to school with all my family, yet at the same time it was very cool. We were always there for one another, and considering everyone at the school thought we were weird it did help to have someone there for us.

Like Edward, Bella, Rennesme, and Alice I had a 'special ability'. To be able to tell how two people felt about each other when they touched was very amusing. However, I would much rather of had Edward's power, which he teases me about anytime he 'hears' me thinking about it.

Luckily today he was on his way to school in his Volvo with Bella and Rennesme. I got stuck with Emmett and Rosalie in their jeep. Ever since I joined the family its been very hard for Jasper. With him being able to control emotions and my ability to feel how other people feel abut each other usually clash. Emmett however was my favorite brother so I have no problem driving with him.

"Sam, you know you could get your own car. I'm sure Carlisle wouldn't mind." Edward said as he approached the jeep.

"You nosy bother." I replied with a smirk on my face.

"Fine be stuck in Emmett's jeep. Tomorrow we'll all drive our own car and you'll feel left out." Edward said slyly as he turned towards Bella and grabbed her hand while they walked into school.

Rennesme walked up behind me. Out of all my siblings I always thought that she was the prettiest, most likely because she is half human and she has always been a sweetheart. When I first joined the family she was the one that helped me by showing me things that she had been through in her up bringing.

"He's just messing with you." She said under her breath low enough so that I could only hear.

I just kept looking at Edward and Bella I could feel the love they had for each other. Every time they touched I could feel how much they really do love each other. It made me wish that I had somebody that I could love like that. Even Rennesme has Jacob, even though he is a werewolf he is still considered part of are family. Especially considering him and Rennesme have been married for two years already.

History class came too soon. Rosalie and I had the class together. I must say that of all the Cullens she was the most judgmental. Unfortunately she sat behind me in that class which meant that I heard every comment that she said. Lucky enough no human ears could pic up what she was saying but that didn't stop me from saying stuff from under my breath as well.

We were in the middle of an argument about who would win the baseball game we were having this up coming weekend when our entire family walked in. Now I must say to have Edward, Bella, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rennesme all walk into your class you know that something important is about to happen. Or they have all lost it.

"Sorry to bother you Mr. Merritt, but there is a family emergency and Sam and Rosalie need to come with us immediately." Edward said to the teacher while looking at me and Rosalie.

Both of us stood up and looked at him confused. Then I heard Jasper whisper under his breath "Alice saw something." I finally looked at Alice for the first time and noticed that her eyes where glazed over and the only that she even made it here was that Emmett had been carrying her.

Outside of classroom we could finally talk. What all of this was about I had no idea, but I knew that it couldn't be good.

"This better be an emergency or else your in huge trouble." Rosalie turned to Emmett looked at him worried.

"Don't worry." Emmett told me while he kissed Rosalie on the forehead. "It's nothing huge. We received a call from Esme that Carlisle took care of these twin boys today. They were twenty years old and dying from brain cancer."

"That's horrible!" I mumbled under my breath.

"It truly is." Edward replied to me. "The thing is, both of the boys love Carlisle and he couldn't just let them die. He told there families that they did when in fact they really are in the process of becoming vampires."

Alice continued to have a glaze look in her eyes until finally we reached the cars.

"Alice will it be alright?" Bella asked nervously.

"It will. At first they will do anything the can to get away but after they realize that they are in no harm they come to accept it. It is incredible thought. They have just as much power to control their hunger as you did." She said to Bella once more.

This was so crazy. Two more members of the family. But what I loved was that they were closer to my age. I've been twenty for only a year and I will be for the rest of my existence but now I have someone just as new to share this with. But maybe....just maybe....I'll be able to find the one that I'm looking for.

It's a long shot I know, but two more additions to the Cullen family. It's a good thing that vampires don't sleep because then we really wouldn't have any room in our house.

Too Late

Written By: twilighters308
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Too Late

NPOV

I ran through the busy, sunny streets, panicking. A bell rang somewhere in the distance. Oh no oh no oh no….was all I could think. I needed to get to the Clock Tower. Fast. If I didn’t, something bad would happen. I pushed myself harder, pressing myself into running faster. I needed to get there before midday. The bell rang again. Two, three, four, five…I needed to run faster…eight, nine…run, run!...eleven, twelve. No. Hell, no, I was too late. I ran around the corner. Something was shining, dazzling, beautiful. But, for some reason, that was bad. I had failed. I was too late…

I awoke, gasping for breath. Edward burst in.

“What’s the matter, Nessie?” He asked urgently. I shook my head, struggling to remember. I ran my fingers through my now-waist-length hair.

“Sun, sparkling, too late…” it came out as just a load of words. “I can’t remember.” I admitted.

“Okay. Maybe in the morning.” He left. I shook my curls out of my face. I wouldn’t be able to sleep again, I knew. I had had the same dream four times now, each time getting closer to what I was looking for but not quite getting there. It was so annoying. I wished I could just get there; see what I was looking for. The most irritating thing was, I wasn’t even sure who I was. I didn’t feel like me in my dreams. I was someone less…graceful. Less fast. Less vampiric. I think I was human, but I couldn’t be sure. After all, I’d never been human. Maybe I should ask Bella.

*

“NO!” I yelled… once chimed, twice, thrice…the corner, the corner! I was nearly there. Less than 10 feet. Run, RUN! My one and only chance, I needed to get there soon, or I would fail. Someone would die. Five feet, four, three….eleven chimes, twelve. I flew around the corner, nearly getting there. But I was too late. I needed to get there-fast. Quick. Run! The glowing began again. I was too late.

I flew up into a sitting position. I nearly got there…! But I could remember something more tonight. Someone was going to die. If I didn’t get there, someone would die. All I could do now was hope I got there tomorrow. I glanced out of the window. It was a completely dark, unusually cloudy night. The moon was shining. A Waning Crescent. Two days to a New Moon. I had taken an interest in astronomy and knew all the phases of the moon by heart by the time I was five (physically fourteen). Edward and Bella had gotten me a telescope for my birthday and I thrilled in gazing at the hundreds of constellations the night sky had to offer. I walked over to it and observed. I could see Ophiuchus and Scorpius, and even what looked like Mars. Wow. I got back into bed and tried to get to sleep.

*

Nearly there, nearly there…! Five feet, four, three, two, once…the clock chimed for the twelfth time. I had lost my chance. Too late, too late, to late…I flew around the corner, the blistering heat beating down on my back…I was blinded by what I saw. The sun was playing tricks with my eyes. The sparkling…no, he couldn’t…he had. I had failed. Too late, too late…

I sat up, my pajama top stuck to my chest with cold sweat. Getting closer all the time. I had also gotten more information. He…I was trying to save a person from death. And it was also very hot. Maybe I could get there tomorrow. I lay back trying to piece it together. Sparkles…vampires sparkled. I sparkled. A bit. If I assumed the sparkles were a vampire, then I was somewhere hot, trying to save a vampire from committing suicide. Huh. That figured…sort of. Oh well. I would try and get there tomorrow.

*

I flew around the corner. There was the clock tower. Yes, yes, yes, yes…YES! I was going to get there on time and save him! Suddenly, I was blinded by the light radiating out from beneath the clock tower…the clock chimed for the twelfth time. I was too late.

“NO!” I cried. I was so close! How could I fail? How did I fail? I fell onto my hands and knees, giving up. I had lost. How could this happen…?

“Dammit!” I yelled as I bolted upright. It had been right there… and I had lost it. I was such an idiot! Why did humans have to be so incredibly, annoyingly slow? Why? I could’ve saved someone and stopped the dreaming. How stupid and idiotic. I could go back to normal dreaming, but no, I had to miss my chance. That was the strangest thing about these dreams. Usually, I dreamed about colours and people and memories…whose memory was this? Not mine. I was irritated at my inability to pinpoint what was going on. I wasn’t used to not knowing the answers. It annoyed me.

*

I flew around the corner just as the clock began to chime. I was going to make it. Yes I was. I ran toward the clock tower, slamming into something hard and cold.

“Edward!” I yelled, “Get into the shadows! You need to get into the shadows!”

He caught me, and steadied me. I tried to push him out of the way, into the shadows, where it was safe. He stepped backwards. I had succeeded.

I awoke, grinning. I knew what was going on now. Bella had told me two years ago; she went to Volterra with Alice to rescue Edward. It made sense now. I had saved him; the dreams would stop. I gazed out of the window. It was almost completely dark. A New Moon.

Written By: ohh.HALE.no
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“You came.” I stated simply, trying to keep any emotion out of my voice.

“Don't I always?” She smirked lightly, the innuendo not lost on me.

I sighed, half in amusement, half in exasperation. Leave it to Bella to make a sarcastic remark at a time like this. But that was Bella. I knew what she was doing. She was using sarcasm as a poor disguise for how nervous she really was. But I knew, better than anyone, even him, how she was really feeling.

“You know why I asked you to come here.” I couldn't look in her eyes, those deep, knowing brown eyes. So kind and understanding and wise. Just like her soul. I couldn't look into those eyes so I looked around the spot we were in. Our spot. The first time we ever--

Bella's eyes were amused but tired, “The same reason as last time I'm guessing. And the time before that. And the time before that.”

I winced at the bitterness in her voice. I could almost taste it on my own tongue. I wonder how it tasted on hers... Those eyes. I remember when they sparkled. It was such a short time ago that Bella's eyes held the mirth that I could feel coming from her. Now, they weren't as full of life. Because of me.

“It has to be different this time. You know this can't continue. It never could go anywhere. We keep putting it off, but your wedding is the day after tomorrow and we have to stop.” My voice cracked and I was almost pleading. Pleading to Bella. But what for? To stop torturing me the way she did? She would never know how being with her killed me but at the same time made me feel so alive, so whole. Like nothing else could. Not even blood... Pleading with her to make everything go away? To erase all the suffering we both endured every time after. But that pain wasn't enough to make us stop... Maybe Bella did know she affected me. With those too-perceptive eyes. Of course she knew. She knew me. Better than anyone ever could. Just as I knew her.

“He'll find out.” Bella didn't say his name. Edward. It was almost like an unspoken agreement when... everything started. Never say his name. I wonder if he knew how beautiful his Bella was when she had her head thrown back in the throes of passion. Her long, silky hair cascading down her back. Some of it fisted into my hand as she rode me with abandon. Not his Bella. My Bella. She was mine from the moment we first touched. I had to suppress a groan at that thought.

“No. He won't.” I said bitterly. “Even if he even gets a feeling that something is wrong, you know he'll disregard it.” Denial. It was something he was always good at. Realization dawned on Bella. She realized that this time was different.

“So this is it then?” She tried so hard to keep her face blank and her voice monotone, but her emotions betrayed her just like always. So sad. Because of me. Hurt. Because of me. Scared. Me. Me me me. All me. If only Bella knew how I felt. The crippling despair threatening to take over me. Or was that her despair I was feeling? It had gotten to the point where it was hard to separate her emotions from my own. Like we were one.

I didn't respond.

“Let's dance then.” My head snapped at her request. Her voice, like her emotions, were desperate now. Bella continued, “Let's dance, just how you taught me.”

For the first time during that evening I truly looked at her. Her eyes held that same vibrance they used to. There was life in those eyes again. I wouldn't refuse. Couldn't. I let my eyes wander down to her tiny frame. Her plain red shirt. I don't care what he said about the color blue. Red was the color for Bella. The blood-red color contrasted with her pale skin and dark hair so well. Ironic.

“Ma'am.” I said simply with a small smile, holding my hand out for Bella to take. She took it and I pulled her swiftly and gently to me. Closely. Intimate. So warm and soft. I bent down and skimmed my nose across the top of her head, inhaling the scent that was Bella. It was floral, like everyone said. But there was something else as well... Almost like... orange blossoms? How had I not noticed that before? All those times... So delicate and sweet. I inhaled again and she sighed. So... content in my arms. I swelled with emotion for her.

We danced to some nameless song we both synchronized ourselves to. I held her to me like she was the last thing on this Earth. And she was. For me.

“You know...” she started shyly. With that keen realization dawning on her again.

“Hmm?” I was so deep in thought. It took a moment before it registered that she had spoken.

“We've never said 'I love you' to each other.” This time Bella looked up at me when she spoke. Her eyes held no accusations. Just a simple fact. And it was true. We never did.

“Well...” I started. I was unsure how to proceed. But I didn't need to.

She continued as if sensing my uncertainty, “And I don't think we ever will. Or ever will have to. I think we just know. We know each other. Like no one else ever will. Ever could. I knew you loved me. Even before you did I think.” Perfect. Even if I was a vampire, with unlimited time and possibly an unlimited capacity for knowledge, it was this beautiful, perceptive human girl that said it the way creature ever could. Bella knew I loved her before I even knew how I felt. Ironic that the empath didn't know his own feelings before she did. But she always knew how I felt, what I was going to say or do before I did.

I didn't speak. I didn't need to. There were no more words to say.

“I'll never be as happy as I am now.” Bella mused out loud after a while, shattering the tangible silence. It was almost as if those words weren't meant to be said. Like she was thinking them. Maybe she was... But she continued, “Even though I have to let you go, even though I will never be with you again, I'm happy. Because it'll never change. My feelings for you will never change. Even though I'll see you everyday for the rest of my life, I can live with that. It'll be enough. It has to be enough.”

That was all I needed to hear. I could feel the truth and certainty in her. I knew what I had to do. It was enough for her to just love me. She would give up her happiness for Edward's. She would never be selfish and leave him. And I wouldn't have asked her to. It was enough for her to just see me everyday, knowing how painfully I loved her. How brutally. But it wasn't enough for me. It would tear me up to see her with another. With my brother for all intents and purposes. I knew then that I couldn't bear to have him touch her the way I had. I wouldn't be able to stand the thought of another, any other, taking her the way only I knew how.

So I did the most selfish thing in that moment. The only thing I could think to do. While we were still dancing, swaying to our own internal music, while she was still happy and had the ghost of a smile on her face, I bent my head down and kissed her neck so gently. I looked up into her eyes, those eyes, and saw understanding. Felt it. Without another word, I bit into the delicate flesh of her neck and drained the once vibrant life of the only one who ever truly stole my soul.

Just as her pulse started slowing down I heard her whisper, “It's okay.”

She understood why. Because she knew before. Just like always.

Darkness

Written By:Lilia-Rose
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I see darkness. It surrounds me, pushing me closer and closer to insanity. If I’m not there already.

The air around me is filled with the crazed screams of inhuman voices, calling out in tongues unknown to man.

Why am I here?

Well, I know why I’m here. I’m here because my parents can’t deal with me any more. They’re embarrassed by my black outs. So they stuck me in here. Bedlam. Mad house. With the crazies. I’m not crazy.

I’ve been here for a long time. I don’t know how long. Days merge into nights merge into days in the darkness. Nothing changes. Ever. Alone in the blackness, it feels like I’m drowning.

Light flashes into the room.

“Mary, honey? Mary? Time for your medication, honey cakes.”

A falsely cheery voice blares close to my ear.

“I don’t need medication.” My voice is raspy, a thin echo of the trill it used to be. They only give me water with the tablets…

I shut my mouth, but the nurse, used to my stubbornness, clamps my nose until I’m forced to breathe. Quickly, she pushes the pills between my lips, tilting my head back so I swallow.

No.

I’m not taking them any more. I’m leaving this place, going off into the sunlight, away from the wails. I will be free. I spit the pills at her, jump from the bed and run for the door. For such a small person, I’m surprisingly swift.

Not swift enough. Obviously.

Once in the corridor, I stop. The great flaw in my plan. I have no idea where to go. The corridor stretches, bright white to the left and right. I blink stupidly.

And fall.

The blackness closes in. A face, hazy in my mind, swims into view. It is a man’s face, the most breath takingly beautiful man I’ve ever seen. His skin is perfect ivory, his brows perfectly arched, his nose in perfect proportion, light brown hair gracing the sides of his face. I look into his eyes, expecting the blue of an angel – am I dying?- seeing instead the intense blood red of the devil. The man’s perfect mouth cracks into a smile, a leer, and suddenly he pounces -

Andthen I am back in reality. And somehow, back in my cell. I try to sit up, but I can’t. Why? A voice calls out above me, “Doctor? Doctor? She’s awake.”

I try to speak, but there’s something in my mouth stopping me. I gurgle instead. What on earth is happening? And then someone puts a cloth over my eyes, and I hear a man’s voice. “Prepare the machine.”

Machine? I know what that means, and I shan’t let it happen again. I try to twist, but my arms are secured, my head, neck, legs and torso are secured.

“Apply the swabs.” The male voice commands. I feel the cold round plastic being held to my head.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

And then comes the pain. It’s like a fire in my head, burning. I can feel my body shaking, feel my mind slipping into unconsciousness. I want to scream out, but I can’t. The pain burns bright before my eyes.

And as suddenly as it started, it’s gone. My body relaxes. But all too soon, it’s back, the fire, burning through me. And this time, it lasts so long, I sink once more into blackness.

“Mary? Mary?” Once more, a voice calls through the blackness. I open my eyes. The darkness doesn’t lessen at all. I peer through the gloom as much as I can – not that that’s much really. My whole body is still restricted by the heavy leather straps. The disembodied voice seems to float in the air above me, so light, so beautiful I can almost taste it. Coconut, but at the same time, stewed apples and custard. So exotic, so…English. I try to answer, to call out to what could only be God, but I can’t speak. Yet whoever the speaker is, he seems to know I can hear, for he carries on speaking.

“Mary, do you know where you are? This is a psychiatric hospital. Your family had you committed because of your visions.” At his final word, I flinch. My visions had been the cause of many an argument at home lately. And many a beating… He senses my fear, and his voice becomes honeyed.

“I believe you Mary. I believe that your visions are coming true. I believe you.” At his words, my soul soars. Nobody had believed me, nobody. They had thought I’d killed Billy, but I hadn’t.

“How did you know? Mary Alice Brandon, you told us that Billy was going to die. How the hell did you know that Billy was gonna die if you didn’t do it?”

Finally, someone believes me. I feel like crying, but I don’t have enough liquid in my body to do so.

“Thank you.” I croak, summoning enough saliva to whisper the barely audible word. But he hears me anyway, and is by my side immediately, running soft hands through my cropped black hair. Who is this man? I don’t recognize his voice, and he is much gentler then the other doctors. He leans over me, and I see a startlingly beautiful face, so pale he is almost luminous in the shadows. Every aspect of his face is beautiful, he is like an angel in a Solimena painting. But what holds me transfixed is his eyes…mesmerizing to the point of holding me in a trance, the deep topaz irises imprint themselves in my mind.

“But Mary, you need to tell me what you saw…back in the corridor…yesterday.”

Yesterday? It was that long ago? I try to remember, but my mind is fuzzy after what they did…that I remember all to well.

The man speaks again, gently, but I can hear frustration in his voice. “Mary, I want to help you. Truly I do. But I can’t do that unless you tell me what you saw in your vision.”

Slowly, the picture of that angelic face, achingly beautiful, swims into my mind. And the blood red of the eyes. I open my mouth. And hesitate. What if he’s trying to trick me into sounding mad? Almost as if he can hear what I’m thinking, he speaks.

“Mary, do you know what a frontal lobotomy is?” I try to shake my head, but the heavy leather keeps me from moving. He takes my silence for ignorance. “They operate on your brain, removing part of it.” I must look as horrified as I feel, since he continues in a softer tone.

“Mary, there’s a doctor in this hospital. He’s new. He’s very interested in your case. Have you seen him?”

“No. No one new.” I croak back.

“I didn’t mean in reality. I meant in your visions.” I swear I can almost hear a smile play on his lips.

I think back to the face. “Mary, I need you to think. I need you to try to remember. It’s very important.”

I hesitate, and say “I saw a man. I – I don’t know who he is.” The man’s hands stop stroking my head, and he leans closer to the bed, whispering in my ear.

“What colour are his eyes, Mary? What colour are his eyes?”

“Red.” I whisper, knowing instinctively that this is the answer he least wants to hear. He groans.

“Mary, I must go.” He says, suddenly. “But I shall be back soon.” And then he is gone, so quickly I don’t see him leave the room.

The next day, my vision comes true. I wake to find someone has removed the leather straps at long last. And someone has left the window in my door open. I peer through to see the intense white of the corridor. As I watch, one of the most beautiful humans I’ve ever seen comes into view. He has light brown hair and pale skin. I watch, though at first, I don’t know why. It’s as if I’m drawn to him somehow. I watch him talk to some other doctors. They gesture towards my cell, and he turns. And that’s when I see, the blood red eyes. I shrink back instinctively. He strides confidently towards my cell, sniffing the air as he walks. I scramble off the bed, my legs feeling like jelly as I try to hide. Why am I hiding? Is it his eyes that have scared me? I dunno – all I know is that every single one of my instincts is roaring at me to run, hide, and not let him anywhere near me. Like when they came for me.

It was the middle of the night when they came for me. I was asleep in my tiny attic room when they arrived. They came up to my room, two strange men, and my father. It was he who shook me awake.

“D-dad?” I asked, still blurry with sleep. Lately, my dreams had been so intense, and scarily, they kept coming true. “Dad? What’s wrong?” Then I spotted the men. “Who are they?” I asked, suddenly terrified.

‘Thank you, Mr. Brandon. We can take it from here.” One of the men spoke firmly. My dad glanced at them, nodded, and left the room. The same man approached me.

“Mary Alice Brandon?” he asked. I nodded dumbly. “Mary Alice Brandon, you are being committed to the Biloxi psychiatric unit. Come quietly and you won’t be harmed.”

“What?” I was so confused. What on earth was going on? “Mother? Dad? What’s going on?” I shouted, struggling out of bed towards the door. As I struggled, the men grabbed me.

“Miss Brandon, don’t make this any harder then it has to be.” The second man said. They drag me out of the attic, down the steep narrow stairs. I was screaming, screaming for my parents to help. But I couldn’t see them. Instead, it was Cynthia who stumbled out of her bedroom, confusion written across her face.

“What’s happening? Who are these men? Where are you going?” she asked.

“Cynthia, help me. They think I’m crazy. Tell them I’m not crazy.” I shouted over my shoulder, craning my head to look back at her. Then I realised she was acting, and my hope faded. But she’d fooled these men, just like she fools everybody, including our parents. They pause, holding me firm whilst I try to squirm away.

“Don’t worry, little lady. We’re going to help your sister get rid of her paranoia. Then she’ll be back home.”

“Oh good.” Cynthia pretended to shiver. “I’ve been so scared of Mary lately. She’s so violent when she goes crazy. She bit me, look.” And my darling little sister offered her arm to the nearest man. He bent closer, looking at the scar our old dog, Billy had given her a few months ago. The man recoiled, disgusted, tightening his grip on me.

“A regular little wildcat, Miss Brandon.” He tugged me once more down the stairs, his partner following. The last memory I have of Cynthia is of a beautiful blonde sixteen year old, smiling a very vindictive smile as her older sister was dragged down the stairs and outside by strangers.

In the kitchen, the second man bundled me into a straightjacket. My father watched, a blank expression on his face. I turned to him.

“Daddy, please don’t do this to me.” I turned to him, imploring. “If this is about Billy, I swear, I didn’t do it. I swear.” Tears were streaming down my cheeks. He stared back. “Please Daddy. Don’t do this to me. I’m your Mary. I’m your little girl.”

“You are not my little girl.” He exploded. “You are NOT my little girl. Mary Alice Brandon is DEAD, d’you hear? Dead! And she can never come back.” He stormed out of the room, slamming the kitchen door so hard the saucepans jumped, and a plate on the sideboard fell and smashed on the ground.

“Daddy, please. Daddy, come back. Please. I’m sorry. I’ll stop having visions.” I sobbed. It was only then I noticed my mother sitting quietly in the corner. “Mother, please.”

“You are not my daughter.” She said calmly, her voice quiet. “You killed Mary. You killed her the day we found George. You can’t stop your visions. But we can’t help you. You are not my daughter. She is dead. Dead, dead, dead, and that was your choice. And this is ours. Goodbye, Mary.” She turned away, as if oblivious to my sobbings. I hadn’t realised how much my forthcoming marriage to George Halloway had actually meant to her. “Take her now, please.” She said firmly to the guards.

The doctor unlocks my door, closing it carefully behind him. “Mary? Miss Brandon?” I huddle into a tighter ball beneath the bed, willing him not to find me. But of course, he does. In a locked and empty cell, there aren’t many hiding places. He bends down to me immediately.

“Boo.”

I can’t help but scream. He laughs.

“Hello Miss Brandon.” I stand up so quickly I am dizzy, and have to clutch the bed for support.

“Who are you?” I ask, suspicion lacing my voice.

“Have you not worked out the routine by now, Miss Brandon?” he asked, almost lazily. “Doctors ask the questions. You answer them.”

Don’t I know it, I thought bitterly. And my mind flashed back to that first awful night.

“Mary Alice Brandon?” A bored looking woman addressed me.

“I shouldn’t be here.” I muttered. Yet I was helpless, not only restrained by the straight jacket but strapped so tightly into a chair that I couldn’t move. I suppose this was my fault; I’d tried to escape constantly since leaving my home.

The woman ignored my reply, narrowing her eyes. “You are Mary Alice Brandon?”

“Yes, Okay? I’m Mary Alice Brandon.” I conceded.

“And you are how old?”

“Nineteen. At least I will be on the 29th.”

“29 January, hmmm?” she muttered, scribbling away on a pad. Then she looked up, her expression serious. “Miss Brandon, do you know why you’re here?”

I look at her. “I’m not mad.” I said evenly.

“Prove it.” She challenged, knowing full well that I couldn’t prove it. How does someone prove sanity? I remained silent, and she smiled in triumph. “You can’t, can you?” I remained silent. Suddenly, her attention switched from me. “, take her to the bathroom.”

The bathroom. That place still brings shivers to my mind. In the bathroom, they made me shower, blasted me with freezing cold water whilst I stood in a cubicle, naked and defenseless, my long lack hair plastered to my head. They did tests, checked for syphilis, as this can make you mad. And then they cut off my hair, my pride and joy. My gorgeous black hair. Gone.

The new doctor drags me back to reality. I can feel his crimson eyes boring into my skull, can sense an almost hunger as he looks at me. Hungry? What a strange emotion. He says no more, just stares. And suddenly, he’s gone, and I’m alone. I begin to wonder if I’ve hallucinated the whole thing. Maybe, eventually, I’ve been driven truly mad by this god-damn place?

That night the blonde angel is back. “Mary? He’s been to see you, hasn’t he?” This time I can sit up, and what I see startles me. Tis man is even more beautiful then I thought.

“Yes. He came.” I answer. The angel is silent.

“Who are you?” I ask, eventually.

“I am your savior.” He answers simply, after a long pause. And then he leans over and bites me.

And once more, the blackness consumes me. The last thing I hear before I fall under is, “I’m sorry.” And the angel holds his head in his hands.

***

I feel so guilty about creating another vampire. That girl, that poor girl, she doesn’t deserve to be doomed like me. But what sort of life would she have in the asylum? Branded as a lunatic. And now with James on her track, she would have been dead before the week was out. I had to do it, for her own protection. She was going to die. Like Edward. I’m just sorry for the agony she has to go through now.

“Doctor Cullen?” I turn, jumping at the voice. It’s James. “Where is she? Where is the girl?”

“Girl?” I feign ignorance. “What are you talking about?”

“Damn you, Carlisle. One day, one day, I will have my revenge.” He growls, stalking out of the room.

Yes, Mary will be fine. At least she won’t suffer the tortuous death James had in mind for her. Yes, Mary will be fine.

As for me, it’s time to move on. Again.

***

I wake up, and my senses are amazing. It feels like I’ve bee burnt alive, but it was worth it. But there’s one problem. I have no idea who I am for that matter. Except that my name is Alice. But Alice what? For now I am overwhelmed by a burning thirst, and I realise I need a drink. But not any old drink. Blood. Now I’m scared. And I’m off and running, faster then light itself.

Breaking Dawn, 'Unexpected' From Edward's POV

Written By:Claire-1875
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All Credit Goes to the Original Author

Breaking Dawn 'Unexpected' (From Edward's P.O.V)

I hoped Bella wouldn't wake to find me gone. I hated to leave her, even though i'd left a note explaining my absence, but i had to hunt, the burn in my throat was becoming unbearable. I planned not to go far, so that i could hurry home to her. I had only been gone for ten minuets and already it hurt to be away from her. Running along the beach, i smiled to myself. Bella was my wife. Mrs Bella Cullen. I liked the sound of that. Although i knew i loved her before we were married, it wasn't until she agreed to wear my ring and to legally be mine forever that i realised just how much i needed her. She was my life now, she was my whole existance. For over eighty years, Carlisle had told me that one day i would find that one i could not live without, just as he had found Esme. "Edward.." He told me, " You will, one day, be as one, with another. You are too compassionate and too giving to live your life alone. You are destined to be happy. You will not spend your exsistance on your own." He had seemed so sure. However, after decades of feeling the odd one out in my little family, i had resigned myself to the fact that he might actually be wrong, that i might, infact, be destined to be alone, without a mate, forever. Until i met Bella. She filled a hole in my life which i did not truly know exsisted. I did not realise how lonely and unhappy i was until i thought, now, about being without her. So, now, my life is complete. If i never have anything more in my life, i will always be completely elated. As long as i have my life, my love. As long as i have my Bella.

When i entered the house, i planned to go straight into the bedroom, where i knew Bella would be, still sound asleep. The sound of my name from the sitting room, however, made me stop dead. It was a faint cry, from my Bella, like she was in pain. How i hated that sound! I sped into the sitting room to find her curled up like a child on the floor under the open window, whimpering in her sleep. She lay with her arms wrapped around her stomach as if she were protecting it. I ran to her and placed my ice cold hands on her face, she was burning up! "Bella! Bella, Are you alright?" Her eyes flickered, and slowly opened. "Bella, i'm so sorry! I should have known you would be too hot without me here" She looked up at me and smiled a sweet smile " Edward" she purred. I may never grow tired of hearing her say my name, it is the most precious sound in my world. She began to speak again but stopped herself, her eyes opening wide. Suddenly, she threw my hands away from her face and lept to her feet, her own hands covering her mouth. "Bella?" I yelled " Bella, what's wrong?!" Bella charged into the bathroom and locked the door. I could hear her retching, over and over again. I sat stunned for a fraction of a second then bounded to the bathroom in one leap. My body ready to knock down the door if i had to, i yelled to her. "Bella! Bella, let me in, please! This is killing me! What's wrong with you?" The second the lock snapped, i ripped the door open to find her sitting on the floor with her arms wrapped around her knees, her head on her hands. " Damn rancid chicken" She mummbled, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. I threw her a look of confusion and she giggled weakly up at me. " Aah, my Bella, what happened?" I asked quietly. She explained, " I woke up and found your note but was too hot to go back to sleep, so i went into the kitchen to make some food. I made fried chicken but i think it was bad. Just a touch of food poisoning, nothing for you to worry about, ill be fine once i brush my teeth. Uch, gross." She reached for me and i helped her to her feet. She asked me to fetch her a glass of cold water and when i returned she was rinsing her mouth. " I feel much better now Edward. Honestly. Stop worrying. I told you, Just a bit of food poisoning" Seeing i was still not convinced, She wrapped her warm hands around my neck and stood up on her tip-toes to look into my eyes " I am fine. Completely, and totally. Would you like me to show you just how fine i am?" She finished with a impish glint to her eye and a cheeky grin on her face. Bella slowly wound her fingers into my hair and gently pulled my face down to hers where she lightly touched her lips to mine. I needed no more convincing or persuasion from her. I kissed her back feverantly, my lips only leaving hers so that i could touch down her jaw, to her neck and back to her smiling lips. She crushed her body to mine, trying to pull me closer. I swung her legs up into my arms and carried her into the white bedroom. The room that had been our well used honeymoon suit...

The afternoon light glanced off of Bella's face and she winced before opening her eyes slowly. " Hello, sleepy" I smiled at her." Edward... Hi" She breathed, as if surprised to find me there. She glanced out of the window and looked back at me. " What time is it? How long have i been asleep?" She asked. " Almost 12 hours" I replied. Her eyes opened wide before she smiled sheepishly " Oops" she giggled. " I didn't realise i was so tired. I'm sorry you had to lie here with me for so long." I didn't mind, I loved to watch her sleep, and i told her so. She grinned at me, embarrassed. Although, she had been a little unsetteled last night, making strange noises and wimpering now and again about nothing i could make out. I asked her about it. " I had the strangest dream last night. Infact, i've had it every night for about a week now. It's unnerving." She told me. " A nightmare? Explain it to me? Maybe it will help?" I asked her. Bella shrugged though, not wishing to talk any more about it, so i let it go, for now. We heard her stomach growl then and both laughed. " Breakfast time for the Human?" I grinned at her. Bella stretched and swiveled around to put her feet on the floor. When she stood, she swayed and plumped back onto the bed with a quiet "Oof." " Bella? Are you alright?" I asked her. " Mmhhm. Just...just a little vertigo from lying down so long, i guess" She mummbled, grinning shyly back at me. She stood up once more and stretched again, before heading to the bathroom. I heard her stumble a little and mutter " Damn feet." I chuckled at her endearing clumsiness until i heard the noise i heard last night. Retching. I jumped to my feet and sped to the bathroom quicker than a heartbeat. "Bella? Bella, what's wrong? I knew you weren't fine last night!" I yelled in horror, a little too loud for her. She winced and slumped back against the wall. " I was fine last night. I was. Until i stood up just now, then everything spun and the nausea came back. It must have been that damn chicken!" She huffed out her breath and shook her head as if to clear it of thoughts. I gave her a few moments then reached for her to help her back onto her feet but she shook my hand away. The look on her face was suddenly feircely focused. " Bella?" I looked at her quizzically and reached out to her again but she just held up her hand and shook her head. " Give me a minute, please. I need to think about this" "Think about what? Bella? Uh, once again, i wish more than anything i could just hear what you're thinking!" I moaned. Bella turned her head slowly and looked at me, her hands held up, counting on her fingers. " Oh" she whispered suddenly, her face shocked and her hands fluttered to her stomach. " Bella, please!" I groaned. " Please, this is driving me crazy! Tell me what you're thinking. What's going on in your head?" Instead of giving me an answer, she stood quickly, and i grabbed for her incase she fell back. She shrugged off my hands again and walked past me, back into the bedroom with a look of silent wonder on her face. I stood for a second trying to catch up and when i entered the bedroom, Bella was standing at the side of the bed infront of her travel bag, routing through it. She stopped suddenly, obviously having found what she was looking for. Bella lifted her head and looked at me, her eyes strangly unfocused, counting, again. " How many days is it since the wedding?" She asked suddenly. "Seventeen" I answered immediatly. " Why?" She continued to stare at me with the strangest look on her face, then she slumped down onto the floor with an almost silent " Wow". " It's late" She whispered cryptically. I rushed over and sat down next to her placing my hands over hers. " Bella, enough! Please! Tell me what's going on! What's late?" Bella looked up at me from the floor and swallowed hard, preparing herself for what she was about to tell me. She held up the little blue box which she had pulled from her bag. " My period. It's 5 days late.... Edward, I think... I think i'm pregnant"

"Impossible" I replied immediatly. " Utterly impossible. Why on earth would you think that?" Bella looked at me, her face frantic. " Edward, it's not impossible. I've read about it. Well.... i mean, not exactly this... I suppose it was something similar... but, you know, it can't be that. Can it? Even if i were, it's too quick. Of course, the website didn't exactly explain the finer details..." She spoke quickly, as if to herself, rambling inncoherently. "Bella, what are you saying? You're not making any sense!" I asked impatiently. At this moment it was more frustrating than ever to me that the only mind i could not see into was that of my own wife. Bella looked at me, sympathetically, as if i were a small, less than intelligent child. " Edward, I'm pregnant." She said simply. "No, Listen to me!" She insisted when i began to interupt. " I am pregnant. I know it sounds... rediculous, but i can, sort of, feel it! I read about it too, on the same website that confirmed it when i thought you might be a vampire. It wrote about the succubus and the inccubus. I can't think now which one is which though. You know what these are, Edward. You know it can happen!" For less than half a second, i deliberated this, then my head seemed to freeze. I could see Bella looking at me, waiting for me to respond, but i couldn't. For the first time in my existance, i had no words. I sat on the floor with my eyes frozen into a stare for a long time. Just sitting, barely even thinking. Five whole minutes passed before there was another sound, my cell-phone ringing in my pocket. Even at this sound, i couldnt ungrip my hands from the white knuckle fists i had made to pull it out. Instead, i felt Bella do it for me. She answered the Phone and spoke to Carlisle, i barely heard the conversation. I half heard her answer his questions but snapped out of it enough to hear her say uncertainly "... and i swear, i felt something move inside me now" I whipped my head up and Bella relaxed just a little. I held out my hand to Bella and she told Carlisle "I think Edward wants to talk to you..." i took the phone and asked in a whisper " Is it possible?" I asked my father in a whisper. He was silent for a long moment, then answered " Yes, im afraid it's true, son. Bella is pregnant. Alice saw it." I stared blankly as i listened to Carlisle's response. "And Bella?" I asked in a strained voice. I pulled Bella close to my side, holding her tight against me, "Edward you must bring her home. This is not good for Bella. Although i have never faced a situation like this before, or even heard of one, i fear that this could be very dangerous for her. Do not panic her Edward. Tell Bella as little as possible. Bring her home to me as soon as you can." I nodded silently to myself, struggling to keep my face calm "Yes. Yes, I will." I pushed the end button and immediatly dialed another number. "What did Carlisle say?" Bella asked impatiently. Without looking at her face, I replied in a dead voice " He thinks you're pregnant." I put the phone back to my ear. "Who are you calling now?" She asked. " The airport" I replied. " We're going home."

It took longer than i had hoped to get flights home. I cursed inwardly, wishing i could run home, it would be much quicker than this! I spoke to several different airlines, and several different people, all the while, whirling around the little house, packing everthing we had. Bella wandered away after a while, into the kitchen, where i could hear her heavy breathing and accelerated heart beat. I heard her mutter something then i heard a sob which stopped me dead. I had to think of her, i couldn't be selfish now. I hurried into the kitchen to find her, once again, vomitting over the sink. I rushed over to her and held her hair, placing my icy hands on her clamy forehead. She sighed and lifted her head, leaning her face into my hand. " Don't worry, my Bella" I soothed. " We'll be home soon enough, and we'll get this sorted out. I won't let this thing hurt you, i promise." As she was about to respond, i heard a quiet thought in spanish, just feet from the front door and held my hand up to her. " Shoot! I forgot they were coming today." The cleaning staff. How could i forget? It was so unlike me! I told Bella " Hold tight, my love. I won't be a moment" Bella gave me a strange look, and then turned her head away to gaze out of the window. I went to the front door and answered it just as Gustavo was about to knock. I explained to both Gustavo and his wife, Kaure, that we would be leaving immediatly and asked for them to give me a few moments to gather our things. Kaure spoke at me in spanish about dropping off some food and started toward the kitchen, where i heard her stop, suck in her breath, then bless her self quickly. I hurried to the kitchen, asking Gustavo to excuse me. I found Kaure stood stock still, staring at Bella's stomach, which was unnaturally protruded. She suddenly turned to me and cursed, words i would hate to repeat. She spit these profanities at me, before dumping the casarole she had made on the table. The smell of fish swirled around in the air, and i was glad i could not retch. Bella, however, could, and did. She quickly turned her head toward the open window, sucking in the fresh air through her nose, while i quickly set the casarole in the fridge. The smell was cut off with the closing of the door but Bella still did not turn her head back to us. She continued to breath in and out slowly, with her eyes closed. I quickly spun back to face Kaure to plead with her in portugese, " Please, Kaure. Let us leave now. My wife is very sick. We must go home. I know what you beleive, but please, please, i beg you, i have to get her home to my father. Everything will be fine then, i promise you." She looked at me for a long moment and then said " God help you, Mr Cullen" and backed out of the Kitchen, yelling to Gustavo that it was time to go for now. I turned back to Bella, relieved to see them go, and asked her if there was anything she needed before we left. " Just my toothbrush, again. Thank you." She replied. We went into the bedroom where the luggage was and i found her toothbrush. Once she was done and it was packed away again i carried the bags outside at slow human pace, still slightly dazed. I stopped at the end of the path, searching my pockets. " Damn!" I muttered to myself. I had left my cell-phone in the bedroom. I listened carefully and heard just what i wished i wouldn't. I heard Bella's frantic voice whispering to my sister. " Rosalie? Its me, Bella.... I need your help"

The Cullen's Play Wii

The Cullen’s Play Wii

By Edwardlover125 and Avatarlover1

“Hey guys! Look what I got!” Emmett exclaimed. Everybody looked over at the medium sized bag in Emmett’s hands, which had the GameStop logo on it.

“What?” asked Edward, although I’m sure he already knew. Emmett wasn’t exactly good at keeping his mind off of things.

“It’s a Wii!” He pulled a receipt out of the bag.

“Uh huh,” Edward said, grinning. Emmett noticed that the Wii was still in the bag.

“I mean it’s a Wii!” he cried, taking the box into his hands and showing it off.

“Very good, Emmett. Tomorrow we’ll learn Play Station,” Edward replied. I laughed, and Emmett sighed.

“Ha ha,” he said. “How do you hook it up?”

“Well, it’s obvious. You plug that thing in the whosywhatsit and that doohickey in the… Bella, how do you hook it up?” Edward exclaimed.

“You put the color things in the color things in the TV. Then you put that thing here, that there and, voila!” They looked at me in disbelief when the setup menu popped onto the screen.

“How did you- I mean I knew you could do it!” Edward praised.

“Thanks!” I exclaimed.

“Well, since Bella figured out how to get it to work, she should go first,” Emmett said with a big smile on his face. I knew he just wanted to see me fall or turn red.

“No thank you. You should go first. I don’t…” I stumbled over my words, trying to find an excuse. One didn’t come.

“I don’t think Bella should go first either.” Edward looked over at Alice and she let out a laugh. She had obviously had a vision of me smashing the TV or something like that that would make me feel bad. “Let’s let Jasper go first,” Edward suggested. Jasper looked over to Alice and she gave him a reassuring smile and nod.

“Fine,” Jasper said, taking the remote. “But, how do you do it?” I pointed on the screen where to click, and the main menu for Wii Sports popped up. Jasper chose baseball, and the game started.

“Hold on!” I yelled. “You need a mii!”

“Me? I’m right here”

“I think she was referring to herself, so what she’s- Bella, you’re cheating on me?” Edward gave me a look of total pain.

“No! We have to make characters of ourselves so we can play the game,” I said.

“Oh.”

“So, how do I make this ‘me?’?”

“Menu. You press the housie button thingimajigerbob.”

“Do I press reset?”

“No! Menu.”

“Oh. Now what?”

“Mii”

“But there’s nothing here that says me!”

“M-I-I”

“Oh” Jasper got to work. “How does it look?” he asked when he finished.

“It’s great, if you’re Mr. T. It has to look like you.”

“What’cha talking about? It looks just like me!”

“Uh, no. Let Alice do it.” I said.

“Ok…” Alice said. “Here, and here, and move that over. Done!”

I stared. “It has to be Jasper. Not Mario Lopez!”

“Oh, give me that!” Rosalie snatched the remote from Alice’s hand. “There!”

“Good, it actually looks like Jasper this time.” I exclaimed “Here, let me make an Edward,” I said, taking the remote from Rosalie. When I was finished I looked at everyone’s expressions. “Well, what do you think?” I asked Edward.

“I didn’t know I looked that hot.”

“Well, of course you don’t,” Emmett said.

“Well, I don’t know. I think he is.” Jasper said. Everyone looked at him.

“Can we talk?” Alice asked, while taking Jasper into the next room.

“Okay… well, let me make one for you, Bella.” Edward said uneasily.

“Now, I know I don’t look like a supermodel.” I stared at the completed mii that resembled Eva Longoria.

“Looks like you to me,” Emmett said,

“Come here!” Rosalie told Emmett and took him into the other room too. Carlisle and Esme walked through the door.

“What are you doing?” Carlisle asked, looking at my mii.

“Making virtual characters of ourselves on the Wii Emmett bought. I made this one. It’s Bella,” Edward explained.

“Oh, looks… a lot like her.” Carlisle held back laughter and Edward gave him a dirty look. Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett walked back into the room and everyone made a mii. Then Emmett wanted to play.

“Eddie! Box with me!” Emmett said.

“Okay. But don’t pout when I beat you.”

“Fine, but I’m not going to lose.” The first round started and Edward knocked Emmett out in thirty seconds. “You were just lucky,” Emmett said.

“Rosy, fight me!”

“Uh, fine.” Rosalie took the remote from Edward. When the first round started Emmett got in some good punches, but then Rosalie knocked Emmett out in the second round. Emmett stomped out of the room.

“He’ll be back,” Alice said.

“I’ll go calm him down,” Jasper said. I could hear Emmett swearing from all the way upstairs.

“I want to play bowling.” I got up and started my game. I rolled the ball into the gutter.

“Here, let me show you how to do it,” Edward said, taking the remote. As soon as he let go, the ball went into the gutter.

“So you want the ball to go into the right gutter, not the left?”

“No!” He cried, jumping to his feet. “It’s supposed to knock over the pins.”

“It’s okay,” I said sympathetically. “No one can be perfect at everything.” I patted his shoulder.

“But I’m supposed to be good at everything!”

“Edward, don’t show off,” Esme scolded; while he passed the remote off to Alice.

“Sorry. Hey, have you guys noticed how out of character we are?” Just then Emmett and Jasper walked back into the room.

“Yeah, and where is the usual lady that comes in and writes about us?” Jasper asked.

“And who are they?” Emmett asked as Edwardlover125 and Avatarlover1 walked through the door.

“Hi.”

“Hello,” said Edward. “Now, who are you two?”

“I’m Edwardlover125. You’re hawt!”

“Edward blinked dramatically “Thank… you?”

“Hello, I’m Bella,” I said, trying to get them to stop drooling over my boyfriend.

“Yeah, that’s nice. Hi Emmett!” Edwardlover125 said. Rosalie was up in a heartbeat hissing at the two girls making goo-goo eyes at the two boys. I felt like joining her.

“So, why are you two writing about us, and when did you get the copyrights?” Alice asked.

“We were bored, and we thought it would be interesting.” Avatarlover1 replied. “Maybe we should check on you-know-who in the trunk,” she whispered to the other girl.

“Who’s in the trunk?” I asked.

“Tephanie-Sta, Eyer-Me.”

“Who? I don’t speak French.”

“It’s Pig Latin.”

“Oh.” I figured in my head. “Oh!”

“Uh huh.”

“Wait,” I said. “You have Mark Twain in your trunk?”

“No, it’s Stephanie Meyer! Oops, didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

“So, what do we do now?” asked Avatarlover1.

“There’s only one thing to do… hug Edward!”

“Hey!” I said. “No touchy my boyfriend!” Edward was ambushed and then the girls walked over to Emmett with Edward still in their death grip, and included him in on the hug.

“This is fun!” Emmett said.

“Emmett!” Rosalie screeched. “Over here, now!”

Emmett walked over like a sad puppy.

“Jasper! Come here!” both girls said in unison. Jasper walked over and gave them a hug. I got up to free Edward from their everlasting hug. They didn’t budge.

“Let him go!” I yelled.

“But we love him!”

“No! I do!”

“I’ll arm wrestle you for him!” Edwardlover125 said.

“It’s on!”

…

“I lost!” I cried

“Bella, man you’re weak,” Emmett laughed. The two girls towed Edward out the door and into their car. He didn’t even struggle.

What the Hale

This was written by fanpirealice You can read the Original Here All Credit goes to the original author obviously.

It was a quiet day in the Cullen’s house. Bella was there so she and Edward were up in his room doing who knows what, and Emmett, the usual loud one, was hunting with Rosalie. Alice and Jasper sat on the couch, hand in hand.

“Hey, Jasper, Wanna see who can drink water the fastest?” Alice asked cheerfully.

“Honey, we don’t drink water.”

“Yes, but, it’d be fun!”

Jasper pursed his lips. “Alright.” He said with a smile.

They ran to the kitchen and were back on the couch with glasses of water in the next second.

“Okay,” Alice said, “one…”

“Two…” Jasper said.

“Three!” They both shouted at the same time and chugged down the water in half a second.

“Um… was that a… tie?” Jasper asked.

“I don’t know but-“ Alice stopped because she felt a strange jolt in her throat and it made her jump slightly.

“What, Alice?” Jasper asked, thinking she was having a vision. The jolt occurred again and this time Alice let out a little squeak. “Did you just…. Squeak?”

“I… I don’t know. It’s like this kind of”-jolt with a squeak-“explosion in my throat.” She answered. Bella came down the stairs with Edward. Alice hopped up.

“Hello, Bella! I didn’t know” She felt another jolt “you were here, want to go” –jolt- “Shopping?”

Bella giggled. “Alice, do you have the hiccups?”

Alice gasped. “Is that what that is? The” –squeak- “explosion in my throat?”

“It’s called a hiccup, and that’s when you eat or drink something really fast… wait I thought you didn’t eat…” Bella was confused.

“Jasper and I” –squeak- “Got bored. This is starting to get” –squeak- “very annoying!” Edward chuckled softly.

“So now someone gets a taste of their own medicine. You finally know how it is to be annoyed, huh, Alice?” He said. Alice just stuck her tongue out at Edward and walked back to the couch.

“How do I” –squeak- “Get rid of them?” Alice asked. Edward was suddenly angry.

“Look it up online, Alice.” He said, and took Bella back upstairs. Alice growled quietly but went over to the computer and searched “How to get rid of hiccups” on Google. One way was to plug your nose and hold your breath for as long as possible. Alice decided to try it, and she hiccupped as she walked back to the couch to sit next to Jasper. She sat down and plugged her nose.

“Alice… Honey… what are you doing?” Jasper asked, looking at her like she was insane.

“One of the ways” –hiccup- “to get rid of”-hiccup-“hiccups is to hold your breath and”-hiccup- “plug your nose.” She replied.

“Alice, you don’t need to breath.”

“Jasper, please I really want to…” She hiccupped and took a deep breath. “Dang it! Now I have to” –hiccup-“start over! Jasper please be quiet.” She plugged her nose again and held her breathe. Jasper rolled his eyes and wait for Alice to stop hiccupping.

-Five days later-

Alice was in the same position that she was five days ago, however her hiccups were long gone. Emmett and Rosalie found it amusing. She decided to stop plugging her nose, that holding her breath would be enough. She sat there, swaying to a song in her head, looking up at the ceiling and all that Jazz.

“Alice, you don’t have hiccups anymore, you can breath and talk now.” Jasper said after he had enough.

“Nope, not going to risk it.” She said, using her last supply of oxygen to speak.

“You can’t talk anymore, can you?” He asked. Alice just shook her head. “So what if I asked you a question that required more than a yes or no answer?” Alice shrugged. “Do you want to go to the mall?” Jasper asked. Alice nodded spazztickly, a smile spreading across her face. “Which mall?” Jasper added with a grin. Alice’s smile faded and she looked up at Jasper with wide eyes. She had an idea and pointed her finger up to the ceiling. “What?” Jasper didn’t know what she was saying. Alice hopped up and ran up the stairs to Edward’s room.

Edward!!!!!!!!! Edward! Edward!!! She thought.

“What?” Edward asked her, clearly annoyed.

Come! Now! NOW! Alice grabbed Edward’s hand and ran down the stairs with him. She grinned. Translate for me, brother. Tell Jasper I want to go to the outlet mall by the beach! She laced her fingers together and looked up at Edward with pleading eyes. Edward smiled.

“Alice says she doesn’t want to go to the mall.” Edward said. Alice narrowed her eyes and slapped him on the shoulder.

Edward! No! Please just tell him! Please Edward!

“What?” Jasper asked, not believing it.

“In fact, she’s even mad that you brought it up!” Edward went on.

Edward! I hate you! Don’t say that! You’re not listening to me! EDWARD! Alice was stomping on the ground, making it look like she was mad that Jasper brought up the mall.

“See?” Edward asked, pointing to Alice. He chuckled softly.

Edward! You’re going dooown! Alice jumped on Edward’s back and started punching him in the head with the side of her fist. Edward just shrugged her off and ran up the stairs laughing. She gritted her teeth together and balled her hands into fists at her sides.

“Alice, please talk. I miss your voice.” Jasper said quietly. Alice put her hand on her not beating heart, walked over to Jasper, and then gave him a hug. “Will you? Please?”

Alice smiled and shook her head. Jasper sighed. “Well, how do I look? Come on, you know you want to say it. Just say it, go ahead.” Alice bit her lip, trying not to say anything. “You know you want to say it, Alice.” Jasper grinned and it made Alice forget why she was holding her breath.

She finally yelled “Sexy! Oh, Gosh, Jasper. You’re so sexy!” and jumped into his arms. Jasper chuckled, glad to hear her voice.

Alice sat on the Cullen’s couch, slightly jumping up and down. “Esme! Hurry up! We’re going to be late!” Alice called. Esme was upstairs, cleaning her already clean room.

“Alice, honey, it’s only 7:00, the movie starts at 12:00, remember?” Esme called from upstairs. Alice sighed in frustration.

“Yes, mother, but there is going to be a huge line! I can see it! So it’s best if we leave now so we can get good seats!” Alice hopped up from the couch and flew up the stairs to Esme’s room, grabbing her hand. “Come on! Come on!” She squealed as she pulled Esme out of her room.

“Okay, fine. We’ll go now. Are we running or taking your car?” Esme asked. Alice stopped and bit her lip.

“Well, if we run, the humans will be suspicious. So let’s take my Porsche. Oh, the humans will be so thrilled. Do you think they’ll recognize us?”

“We don’t look like anyone in the movie, but we look exactly like how we were written. So … maybe they will. And they are aware that you have a Porsche.”

“Well… Hopefully they’ll think we dressed up, let’s go!” Alice sprinted down the stairs and into the Cullen’s garage. She hopped in her car at the same time Esme did and pulled out, driving faster than ever. “How do you think they’ll portray us? Do you think they’ll do it good? What about Jasper? If they mess him up, I’m going to be very angry. What if they mess me up? Oooh I will have to have a talk with summit..” Alice babbled about the Twilight movie as they drove. Esme just listened and nodded and smiled, sometimes adding excited comments about how Peter Facinelli was very good for Carlisle and Elizabeth Reaser was a very good her, too.

“… I mean they already messed up his hair... OH! We’re HERE!” Alice grinned as she parked close to the entrance of the theater. When they were at the booth to get their tickets, the lady at the booth kept saying how well they dressed up. She said how she could barely tell that the paleness of their skin was make up. Alice grinned “Thank you, have a good night.” She said to the lady at the booth and skipped into the theater with Esme walking behind her.

“Wow! Look at them! They look a lot like Alice and Esme!”

“Whoa, they did really good with their costumes.”

“Oh my gosh! It almost looks like those people’s skin is actually that pale!” Esme and Alice heard people talking as they walked by. Alice was right, the line was very long. Luckily, they didn’t get there too late because they were the 3rd people in line. A guy who dressed up as Edward was first in line and he eyes Esme and Alice as they walked by.

“Good job with your costumes.” He commented smoothly, obviously trying to imitate Edward’s velvet voice.

“Why, thank you.” Esme said with a smile.

“You even have their jewelry. The Cullen crests. Where do you get them?”

Alice looked at the Edward imposter with a confused look. You could get them? She thought.

“Um… Online.” She said, giggling softly.

“Oh. Okay.” The Edward imposter said, chuckled slightly but not really knowing what there was to chuckle about.

Basically the 4 hours they waited to get in the theater consisted of Alice babbling about the movie more than she did in the car, and people in line constantly noticing the resemblance between how Stephenie Meyer described Esme and Alice and how Esme and Alice looked. Some of them wouldn’t leave them alone, asking them questions like “Where’d you get your costume?” “Where’d you get the make up?” and “How do you make the skin look real?” Alice and Esme would simply just answer to all the questions, “online,” because, honestly, you probably could get them online. The people who worked at the theater were getting angry, they said Esme and Alice and other Twi-Hards were so loud, they could hear them from inside one of the theater rooms.

Finally, at 11:00, the people let them in. Esme and Alice ran to get good seats; they got the best seats which were in the very middle of the theater. Alice clapped excitedly when the previews started. The Harry Potter preview came on and Alice went “BOOOOO!” but was shushed when she was hit on the arm by Esme. “What? Vampires can totally kick wizards’ butts!” Alice whispered.

The movie started with Bella talking, and Alice squealed and a lot of people “Woo!”d and clapped. In the scene where it shows the Cullens walking through the window, Alice spazzed in her seat because she saw Jasper. She LOLd when Jessica said “She’s with Jasper, the blonde who looks like he’s in pain.”

“Ha ha! Because he is in pain! Because he has to smell all the humans!... aww poor Jasper! I can’t believe Jessica thought I was weird… awww…” Alice babbled. She was quiet for most of the movie except for these parts:

The first time they showed Carlisle, Esme actually was a little loud…”Woo!!! It’s my man! Oooh look at him he is SMOKIN! Well, they sure picked Carlisle good!”

When Rosalie broke the bowl Alice yelled “Rosalie! You’re a jerk!” Then giggled like she was insane.

When Jasper said “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” And Movie Alice went “its okay Jasper. You won’t hurt her,” Alice squealed and said “Oh my goodness, Jackson is very good for Jasper! His hair is still a little crazy though…”

And when the baseball scene came on (her favorite scene, she decided), she clapped and “woo”d when it was Jasper’s turn with the bat. She was totally quiet for the rest of the movie that Esme wasn’t sure if she was having a 30 minute vision or something. A girl next to them was sobbing her eyes out when the meadow scene was on (which was only 10 seconds…;’[ the sobbing girl was meh!), saying “Why?! Why did they have to ruin it?!” Alice felt bad for her and wished Jasper was there to calm her down. When the movie ended with Victoria and her mad face, Alice and Esme stood up and were the first to start clapping.

“Woo!!! Victoria goes all bad-ass!!!!” They heard the girl who was sobbing say. They waited till the very end of the credits, hoping there was a clip at the end. So was the girl who was sobbing and her friend. On the way back to the Cullen’s (which was only about 3 minutes long), Alice babbled about the movie, saying what they could have done way better. Esme agreed to some of the things they said, and kept saying how Peter Facinelli did perfect as Carlisle.

When they got to the house, Alice and Esme had a “Sleepover” in the basement. Alice danced to “Decode” in her head, singing all the words and Esme and Alice partied until Jasper and Carlisle came in and said they wanted to spend time with their wives (which was at about 6am).

Rosalie, Alice, and Esme were at the mall (Alice’s idea), even though they had no reason. Alice had already bought mostly everything in the mall but she just liked to walk around and look at the things she already has. They skipped into Hot Topic (well Alice skipped, and Esme and Rosalie just walked behind her).

“Look guys!” –Gasp- “They have Edward stuff here! Oh and our Crests! Omigosh how… what… huh?!” Alice said very loudly, pointing at the rack of Twilight shirts and pins and stickers and jewelry and everything awesome like that.

“Fuzzbuckets! I want just me to have my necklace!” Rosalie said, and grabbed all the Rosalie crest necklaces, crushing them into dust, dropping the dust on the floor, and scooting it under the Twilight stand with her foot.

“You’re right Rosalie… Must destroy these bracelets!” Esme said, grabbing all the Esme bracelets and repeating what Rosalie did. Alice gasped.

“You guys are right! Alice has gotta destroy these chokers so the Twilighter posers won’t get em!” She said, grabbing the Alice chokers and repeating what Esme and Rosalie did. (A/N - haha I bet you’re wondering.. Twilighter posers? Well… loooong story. We’ll save it for another chapter! Hurray!”) Esme was the first to walk out, walking as if she was, like, James Bond or something. Rosalie followed her, making her hands a gun and Alice followed, just grinning.

Alice, Esme, and Rosalie walked into Claire’s and saw a Twilighter poser!

“Ohemgeezles!!! It’s a…a …..a Twilighter poser!” Alice screamed, pointing to the Twilight poser they knew. For some crazy reason, no one heard but Esme and Rose. They both went “Ugh” and turned away from the Twilighter poser.

“Oh goshles it’s sour patch kidsles!” Alice pointed to the sour patch kids on the shelf.

“Let’s get em!” Rosalie said. Alice reached for the box.

“I don’t really like sour patch kids…” Esme said.

“You don’t like Sour Patch Kids?!!?!?!” Rose and Alice said at the same time. Esme shook her head. “STORMING!!!!!” They both said, and stomped out of the store.

“We don’t even…eat though…” Esme said, but followed them out of the store.

They were walking (slowly) past the Disney store when Esme stopped and said “Hey, guys, wanna play the Disney Store game?”

“What’s the Disney Store game?” Alice and Rosalie asked at the same time, stopping next to Esme.

“You have to get to the back of the store and out without any of the employees talking to you.” She almost whispered. Alice giggled evily.

“That’ll be easy!” She ran into the store and was out in half a second. “There!”

Esme rolled her eyes. “Like a human, Alice.” She said.

Rosalie laughed. “That will be easy. Let’s go.” She said with a smile. They entered the store and kind of slid against the wall. Esme looked like she knew what she was doing so Rosalie and Alice just followed her. Alice couldn’t stop laughing. They moved on to where the tinker bell stuff was (not even halfway in) and Rosalie hit Alice on the arm to shut up, which only made her laugh harder.

“How are you ladies doing today?” A lady that worked there said.

“Damn you, Alice.” Rosalie said, and walked out of the store.

“You’re a loser! You made us lose!” Esme said angrily and walked out the store after Rosalie. Alice shrugged and looked at the lady.

“We were doing good… but have a great day!” She said and skipped out of the store.

The Cullens (and ick Jacob) hear the Cullen llama song.

The Cullens and Jacob were sitting in the Cullen’s living room when they heard their doorbell. Jasper got up and walked to the door, with Alice swinging on his arm. He opened the door and a short, little looking girl was there.

“Hello…. OH…MY….FUZZ ARE YOU JASPER?!” The girl squeaked.

“Yes…” Jasper answered with his SEXY voice.

“Oh, oh… oh DANG you’re sexy! I’m Allie… and I wanna sing you a song! Could you get your whole family here, and Jacob if he’s here?” Allie said cheerfully.

“Why don’t you just come in?” Alice offered, and grabbed her hand. They walked into the living room where everyone was.

“Kay so here it goes! Here’s a Cullen, there’s a Cullen and another little Cullen, fuzzy Cullen, funny Cullen, Cullen Cullen, Truck. Cullen Cullen werewolf Cullen, grizzly muffin piano Cullen, Cullen Cullen bracelet Cullen, Cullen Cullen truck. I was once a Volvo, Cedward baked a cake, but I never saw the way the Bella kissed the Jake! I was only just undead, Alice told a tale! And now listen Bella, dear, Jacob wags his tale! Did you ever see a Cullen? Kiss a Cullen on the Cullen? Cullen’s Cullen taste of Cullen, Cullen Cullen truck. Half a Cullen twice a Cullen, not a Cullen, Newton Cullen, Cullen in a car alarm a Cullen, Cullen truck. Is that how its told now? Aro is so old. Is it made of venom juice, sparkle marble cold. Alice likes to spend the cash, Jacob’s out of luck, and in the final chapter he imprints on a duck!!” Allie sang, ran to Jasper and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then ran out the door. The Cullens and ick Jacob stood there, staring after the girl. Jacob turned to Renesmee.

“You’re a duck?! I thought you were a loch ness monster!!!!” Jacob put his hand on his cheek, pointed at Renesmee, and squealed. Renesmee looked up at Jacob.

“I’m not a ducky stupid, stupid Jacob… that song lied! Liar song!” Renesmee pointed in the direction Allie ran with her cute little finger.

“That was mean when they said I wagged my tail…” Jacob said sadly, totally ignoring his Duck ness monster girlfriend thingy.

“Well, you do.” Rosalie said jerkishly. (that’s not a word? It should be!)

“Very true…” Jacob said, and howled. Then he ran out the door. Mike came in the house randomly.

“It mentioned my last name! Haha!” He said, then ran out the door as Jacob did. Alice giggled.

“Well, it didn’t lie for me. I do like to spend the cash! C’mon, Jasper! Let’s go… go… to the MALL!!!!” Alice grabbed Jasper’s hand.

“Hot Topic?” Jasper asked.

Alice sighed. “Fine.”

“Yippee!” And they skipped off to go to the mall on Jasper’s sexy motorcycle (which he never uses cept for now cuz I bet he’d look sexy on it…. Especially if he had his SHIRT OFF! Woooo!).

Alice tries to get Rosalie to say –beep-

“OOOOOOH ROSALIEEEEE!” Alice yelled, running down the stairs in the super duper fast vampire speed.

“Yes, Alice?” Rosalie asked from her room. Alice spun around and ran into Rosalie’s room.

“Listen to this song!!!” Alice put her ipod earphone into Rosalie’s ear.

“…When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin. I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better –beep-. Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me-“ Brendon Urie sang, but Rosalie cut him off by pausing the ipod.

“That was a very colorful word, Alice.” Rosalie said angrily.

“Oh, come on, like you’ve never said –beep-.” Alice replied.

“Actually I haven’t. Emmett hasn’t either..”

“GASP you’ve never said –beep- before?!”

“Nope. Ever.”

“WHAT?!!” Alice was so surprised. She’d think Rosalie said this word at least ONCE.

“Woopidie doo, I never said it. Kay now leave me alone!” Rose said, pushing Alice out of her room and slamming the door. Alice knocked on her door.

“You gotta say it! People say it all the time! –beepity beep beep beep-! See?” She yelled into the room through the door.

“No I don’t. I won’t say it.” Rosalie yelled back.

“Yes! You gotta! Or I’ll get Jasper to go all Emmett on your ass!”

“What? Alice that doesn’t make any sense…”

“Just sing it! Technically you’re not SAYING it, I mean come on! It’s easy! Just go, I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better –beep-!”

“No, Alice! I will not say it! Now go away!” Alice sighed in frustration.

Grarg! I’ve gotta make Rose say –beep-!! Alice thought angrily. She skipped to her room to plot an evil, twisted, but very funny plan.

In Alice’s room-

Jasper was there, and Alice was explaining her plan.

“Kay, so you are gonna make Rose as ANGRY as possible so she can say –beep-!!” Alice said cheerfully.

Jasper nodded. “And in return I get…?”

“Uh…. Hm…. I’ll pierce your tongue for you!” Alice said. Jasper was too concentrated on….something that he didn’t realize that it was pretty impossible to pierce a vampire’s tongue.

“Deal!” He said and kissed Alice on the forehead. Alice skipped to Rosalie’s room with Jasper behind her.

“OOOOOH ROSALIE! You’re gonna get mad in 3…2…1!!!!” Alice squealed and nudged Jasper. Jasper just stood there whistling but Alice could tell he was working his sexy power. Rosalie yanked the door open.

“ALICE! I TOLERATE YOU!!!!” She screamed, and tackled her.

“ROSE! SAY IT! SAY –BEEP-!” Alice screamed, fighting with Rosalie as they rolled down the stairs.

“SO THAT’S WHY I’M THIS MAD?! BECAUSE YOU WANT ME TO SAY THAT COLORFUL WORD?! TELL JASPER TO STOP OR I’LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!” Rosalie screeched. Alice stopped and Rosalie stopped, too.

“That’s my thing, Rose. You can’t do that.” She said calmly, then they went back to fighting. “I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL YOU SAY –BEEP-!!!!” She screamed.

So, this went on for about 5 hours until Jasper got tired of controlling Rosalie’s emotions and went on his sexy motorcycle (shirtless). Rosalie didn’t say –beep- so Alice was in her room, plotting another plan to get Rosalie to say the stinkin’ word.

I know! I’ll talk my language and annoy her! Aliceles! Alice thought. Now this plan was going to work.

The living room!

“Rosalieles!!! What’s uples?! Howles areles yousles doingles?!” Alice said, sitting next to Rosalie on the couch with the most cutest and innocent smile in the world.

“Oh, no, Alice. Not Aliceles!” Rosalie groaned.

“Yuples! I’m talkingles Aliceles so yousles can saysles –beep-les!”

“ No matter how annoying Aliceles is, I’m NOT saying that word! Just give up, Alice!”

“NOSLES!I’MLES GONNA MAKELES YOUSLES SAYSLES BEEPLES!!! ALICE WILL BE VICTORIOUS!!!” (hahahahha JORI!) Alice yelled, and ran up the stairs laughing like a mad man.

-In the kitchen!

Alice skipped into the kitchen. Rosalie was playing with the food in the fridge… don’t ask.

“Whatcha doin?!” Alice asked in a very high pitched voice.

“Playin human!” Rosalie answered.

“Why?”

“Cuz I want to.”

“why?”

“Cuz it looks fun.”

“Why?”

“Cuz…. It’s fun pretending to eat!”

“Why?”

“Cuz we can’t eat!”

“Why?”

“Cuz that’s how Godles made our kind.”

“Why?”

“Cuz he felt like it.”

“Why?”

“Because… Grarg, Alice, you ruin EVERYTHING!” Rosalie yelled and threw an apple at Alice.

“I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODY’S NERVES! EVERYBODY’S NERVES! EVERYBODY’S NERVES! I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODYS NERVES AND THIS IS HOW IT GOES…I KNOW A SONG GETS ON EVERYBODY’S NERVES! EVERYBODY’S NERVES! EVERYBODY’S NERVES! I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODYS NERVES AND THIS IS HOW IT GOES… I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODY’S NERVES! EVERYBODY’S NERVES! EVERYBODY’S NERVES! I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODYS NERVES AND THIS IS HOW IT GOES…I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODY’S NERVES! EVERYBODY’S NERVES! EVERYBODY’S NERVES! I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODYS NERVES AND THIS IS HOW IT GOES…”

“Alice! Shut upo!” Rosalie shouted, and stormed out of the room.

“I KNOWLES A SONGLES THAT GETSLES ON EVERYBODY’S NERVESLES! EVERYBODY’S NERVESLES! EVERYBODY’S NERVESLES! I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODYS NERVESLES AND THIS IS HOW IT GOES…” Alice was about to sing the second part to that song in Aliceles but Rosalie shushed her.

“FINE! FINE FINE FIIIIINE! –BEEPITY BEEP BEEP BEEP-! ARE YOU –BEEP-ING HAPPY?! YOU’RE SO –BEEP-ING ANNOYING! LEAVE ME THE –BEEP- ALONE!!! -BEEEEEEP-!” Rosalie yelled.

Alice grinned wider, than wider, than even WIDER. “I am EXTREMELY happy!!! I’m gonna go make Emmett say it now!!” And little Alice skipped off to annoy Emmett to death.

Alice in Jasper were in Jasper’s room, Alice on Jasper’s lap.

“Hey, remember you said you would pierce my tongue if I helped you make Rosalie say –beep-?” Jasper asked randomly. Alice’s head was on his shoulder and she started cracking up.

“Uh-huh. Do you realize that’s like impossible?!” Alice said through her giggles.

“What?” Jasper’s face fell and he looked like a little kid who just found out santa wasn’t real.

“Jasper…. You pierce a vampire’s tongue. The little sharp thingy isn’t strong enough.”

“Can we try?” He asked in a small voice. Alice exhaled loudly.

“Fiiiiine.” She got up off Jasper’s lap and opened the room door. “Emmett! Carlisle! Esme! Rosalie! Bella! Edward! Renesmee! Jacob! Jasper wants to pierce his tongue!” She yelled. From where they were, Alice and Jasper heard 8 people laugh. “Oh c’mon like we have anything better to do!” The laughing stopped and in the next second, everyone was in front of Alice.

“Let’s do this thing!!!” Emmett shouted. Mike was there, too for some reason.

The Cullen’s living room-

The Cullens and Jacob had set up a little tongue piercing station. There was a table that looked like the ones in a dentist’s or doctor’s office, and on that table there were things that included 100 silver studs, a nail gun, and Alice. Jasper sat on a chair and the Cullens (and Jacob) surrounded him.

“Jacob needs to die..” Rosalie murmured to herself randomly.

“Kay let’s do this!” Alice squealed. Edward was spinning around in circles… and Bella was looking at him like he was an idiot (which he was). So then Bella and Edward left cuz they’re too important to be in this chapter. Jacob left with Renesmee cuz they’re too important, also. So it was just Esme, Carlisle, Emmett, Rosalie, Mike, and Alice trying to pierce Jasper’s tongue.

“We’ll start with the nail gun.” Carlisle said. Esme picked up the nail gun.

“Okay, Jasper, open your mouth!” She said. Jasper obeyed and opened his mouth, super duper wanting a tongue ring.

“Won’t that hurt? Or like, kill him?” Mike asked, obviously not knowing they were vampires.

“Why are you here, Mike?” Rosalie asked him.

“I invited Mikey to make Eddie Boy jealous!” Emmett said loudly.

“Edward’s gone.” Rosalie said angrily.

“Very true…” Emmett bit his lip. “But Mike is awesome! So he can stay!” He cheered.

“Kay whatever.”

Esme put the nail gun directly on Jasper’s tongue and pulled the trigger. There was a loud noise and Esme pulled the gun away. The nail was on Jasper’s tongue, but it was, like, crushed.

“Dammit!” Jasper said, but it was hard to understand. He spat the crushed nail out. “NEXT!”

“Kay let’s try just punching the stud in.” Emmett suggested. Meanwhile, Mike stood there watching in awe. Emmett picked up the teeny stud in his hunormo hand. “Open your mouth, Jazz.” He said. Jasper obeyed again, kind of smiling this time. Emmett set the little stud (pointy end down) on Jasper’s tongue and he literally tried PUNCHING it in. There was a reeeeally loud noise and Jasper was on the ground, sitting on a broken chair.

“Wait shouldn’t he be, like, BLEEDING to death?!” Mike yelled. “There’s something weird about you Cullens! I’m running and telling every-“ Rosalie flicked his head and he fell to the floor.

“Did you just kill Mike?” Esme asked her.

Rosalie shrugged. “Guess so.”

“Did it work?!” Carlisle asked. Jasper spit out the crushed ear stud. “Guess not.”

“Urgles!!! Let’s try Alice!” Esme said while Emmett and Rosalie dragged Newton into the basement.

“Yesles!!!” Alice hopped down from the table danced over to Jasper. “Open you mooouth!” She sang and grinned. When Jasper opened his mouth, Alice leaned in and kissed/bit Jasper. Well she bit his tongue. He pushed her away.

“OUCHLES!!! MY TONGUE!!! IT BURNS!!!!! OUCHLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Jasper screamed, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Oh… Sorry Jasper! Guess it’s impossible to pierce your tongue, bye!!!” Alice yelled, then ran up the stairs trying to hold back laughing.

“Kay bye!” Carlisle said and ran after Alice.

“…. That’s gotta hurt…” Esme said quietly, then disappeared.

“Damn that Alice.” Jasper grumbled.

Jasper and Alice were sitting in the living room on the couch when Alice just burst.

“JASPER! I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!” She screeched.

“What?” He asked, looking like he was going to cry if it were possible.

“I’M SICK OF YOUR….YOU! YOU SICKEN ME! YOU SHOULDN’T OF TOOKEN MY HAND AND DRAGGED ME AROUND JUST BECAUSE YOU NEEDED SOMETHING BETTER!!!!”

“YOU’RE THE ONE THAT HELD OUT YOUR HAND!!!!!!”

“I HELD OUT MY HAND BECAUSE I WANTED A HIGH FIVE!!!!”

“BUT I FELT HOPE!!!!”

“TOO –BEEP-ING BAD!”

“ALICE!! STOP THIS NONSENSE!!!!”

“NO!”

“BUT YOU LOVED ME!!!!!!! I COULD FEEEEEEEL IT!!!!!”

“DON’T START THAT CRAP WITH ME, JASPER!!! YOU ALWAYS CONFUSE LOVE WITH HATE!”

“NO I DON’T!!! I KNOW EDWARD LOVES ME!!!!”

“ARE YOU KIDDING?! HE –BEEP-ING HATES YOU! SEE?”

Edward came in the room and slapped Jasper. “I hate you.” He said, and walked out of the room.

“WELL.” Jasper said, infuriated.

“See I told you…”

“BUT WHY DID YOU GO TO THE DINER AND WAIT FOR ME IF YOU HATED ME?!”

“I TOLD YOU! I WANTED A HIGH FIVE YOU IDIOT!”

“THAT’S IT! I’M GOING ON MY MOTORCYCLE WITH NO SHIRT ON!!!!!!!”

“Kay, be careful.” Alice said sweetly.

“I will, honey.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Rosalie walked up to Edward and tapped him on the shoulder. Edward spun around and screamed exactly like a little girl.

“Rose, Baby, Uhm….. why do you have metal things on your teeth?” Emmett asked Rosalie when she came into his room.

“I’m playing human, Emmett!” Rosalie explained.

“Rose… what are those?”

“Braces! Duh! Humans get them to make their teeth look better.”

“… You’re teeth are perfect.”

“Yes, I know, Emmett but I’m playing human. I even used Alice’s credit card to make her mad like a real human sister would do.” Rosalie sighed. Esme walked in and narrowed her eyes towards Rosalie’s mouth.

“Am I being delusional again? Or does Rose have braces on?” She asked Emmett.

“I got braces!” Rose said.

“Why?”

“Because I’m playing human, mother.” Rosalie said and sounded like she was 5.

“Oh… Okay then…” Esme said, and backed away slowly. Rosalie turned to Emmett.

“Let’s hunt.” She said and grabbed Emmett’s wrist. “It’s okay, humans eat with these all the time.” Emmett followed Rosalie kind of chuckling to himself.

-After the hunting trip-

Jacob walked in the room and started laughing so hard, he fell and was gasping for air. Rosalie was on the couch with Emmett, trying to pick the leftover fur from her hunting trip out of her braces. When Jacob came in and started laughing, it made Rose infuriated.

“Shut up Juh-Cab!” She yelled, and threw Emmett at Jacob. Emmett crashed into him, and Jacob’s bones were crushed. “HAHA! I AM VICTORIOUS!” Rose shouted, then went back to trying to get the fur out of her teeth. “URG!!!!! I GIVE UP!” She got up and ran up the stairs.

“Aww! Come on! Don’t give up!” Emmett yelled and followed Rosalie. Meanwhile, Jacob was on the floor like twitching. Esme came in.

“Oh my! Do you need a vet?!” She asked… then laughed and went to her room. Alice and Jasper skipped in, Alice’s face twisted into a mad expression. She kicked Juhcab when she walked by him, breaking another one of his bones, then skipped up the stairs to Rosalie’s room. Jasper walked by Jacob and kicked him in the head, breaking his… head bone.

“You’re stupid.” He said and followed Alice.

-In Rosalie’s room-

Rosalie was dry sobbing, saying how the braces made her look not as beautiful as she is.

“Just destroy them, Rose.” Emmett suggested. Rosalie stopped dry sobbing and looked at Emmett with wide eyes.

“YEAH GREAT IDEA!” She said, then she punched herself in the mouth, making the braces turn into dust and fall out of her mouth. “Yay! I’m stunningly beautiful!” She said as she looked in the mirror smiling. Alice yanked the door open at that moment and slapped Rosalie across the face.

“THE NEXT TIME YOU USE MY CREDIT CARD I’M GONNA LEAVE YOU IN ANTARCTICA!!!” She yelled, then stomped out of the room.

Emmett skipped into the room with Alice (a first).

“Let’s watch DORA!!!!” Emmett shouted and Alice clapped. Esme, Carlisle, Jasper, and Rosalie walked into the room.

“Kay.” They all said. Like the Cullens had anything better to do with all the free time. Emmett turned on the TV while everyone else sat down in front of it. The channel was already on Nickelodeon, and Dora was just starting.

“Doo-Doo Dora, Doo-doo Dora! Doo-doo Dora doo-doo Dora! Swiper no swiping, Swiper no swiping! OH MAAAAAN! DORA THE EXPLORER!!!” Emmett sang along to the theme song. Rosalie pulled out a banana from her pocket and threw it at him.

“Who threw that feather?!” He screamed, but let it go when the show started. Through the whole thing, the Cullens sat there with different expressions on their faces. When the Map song came up Alice was entertained, Jasper was disgusted, Esme was… delusional, Carlisle was amused, and Rosalie was angry. When the backpack song came on, same expressions. What really got them to those expressions was how Emmett knew every word to the all the songs. Finally, the show was almost over.

“What was your favorite part?” Dora asked the Cullens from the TV.

Jasper spoke up. “My favorite part was when you shoved your monkey up your-“

“I liked that, too.”

“HEY! THERE WILL BE NONE OF THAT TOWARDS DORA!” Emmett yelled. Jasper mocked Emmett.

“Ther wiw be none of dat towardth Dowa!”

“YOU RUIN EVERYTHING, JASPER!” Emmett ran up the stairs. Jasper just sat there, then he took the banana Rosalie threw at Emmett and threw it at the TV.

“Screw you, Dora.” He said calmly, and went to tease Emmett some more.

etting: Jasper and Edward are on the couch, watching TV for no apparent reason. The others are shopping for muffins.

The doorbell rings and Edward get’s up to open the door. Allie is at the door and walks in randomly.

Allie: Hello, Edward.

Edward: You’re intoxicated by my very presence

Allie: EEEEEEEE!

Edward: Uhhhh…

Allie: EEEEEE! It’s JASPER!!!!!

Edward: [hurt] what?

Jasper: Heyhey!

Allie: EEEE! [runs to Jasper]

Edward: [still hurt] But… but what about me?!

Jasper: [grin]

Allie: EEE! I LOVE YOU JASPER!!!!

***

Allie: [sings] Jasper’s too sexy for his shirt, too sexy for his shirt, so sexy it HURTS!!!

Jasper: [smexy grin]

Edward: [hurt] I thought I was… too sexy for my shirt… [sniffle]

***

Jasper: Hey!

Allie: HEY OH MY GOODNESS!!!

Jasper: [smexy grin]

Allie: Screw Edward! I want JASPER!!!

Jasper: [wider smexy grin]

Edward: but I thought… I was… supposed to be the one who everyone loved! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO THE WORLD?!

***

Setting: Allie is on the set of Twilight. So are the Cullens.

Edward: Hey Allie! What are you doing here?

Allie: [annoyed] watchin’ Twilight

Edward: That’s cool, that’s cool…

Allie: Yuples.

Edward: So uh you like what you see?

Allie: Yeah, sure could you go get your brother?

Edward: [hurt] you’re supposed to want ME! MEEEEE! [Runs off dry sobbing]

***

Setting: Allie is on the set of Twilight and is wearing a piano belt.

Edward: [comes up to Allie and starts pretending to play Allie’s piano belt] Dadadadadaaaaaaa daddadadaaaaaddada-

Allie: [interrupts] What are you doing?

Edward: [still pretending to play] playin’ pianoooooo!!!

Allie: [slides away] Yeah, go get your brother.

Edward: [growls] You know what?! SCREW you and your STUPID love for Jasper! I’ve got Bella! So…. THERE!!! HAH! [Runs off dry sobbing]

Emmett walked into Jasper’s room.

“Behind the door.” Jasper said quietly. He was turned away from Emmett in one of those chairs you see in the mysterious movies.

“What?” Emmett asked. He looked behind the door. There was a painting of a face.

“Behind the door!”

“What? You mean the face?”

“No. You know what’s behind the door, Emmett.” Jasper said, getting angry.

“What’s behind the door?” Emmett asked. Jasper spun his chair around and stood up.

“THIS!” He yelled. Emmett screamed.

Jasper ran into the house, breathing fastly for no reason.

“NOODLES!!!!!!!!!!” He screamed. No one answered. “I SAID NOODLES!!!!!!”

“What?” Alice yelled from upstairs. Jasper ran to her room.

“Noodles.” Jasper said more calmly.

“What about noodles, Jasper?”

“NOOoOOOOOOOODLES!” Jasper yelled and ran away to Emmett’s room.

“EMMETT!”

“WHAT?”

“NOOODLES!!!!”

“NOOOOOODLES!!!” Emmett and Jasper ran to Rosalie’s room together.

“NOOODLES!” They both yelled.

“What the FUZZ, Emmett?!” Rosalie yelled back.

“NOOODLES!” Emmett yelled.

“Nooooodles!” Jasper yelled.

“Ugh, you guys are freaks. I’M PLAYING HUMAN LEAVE ME ALOOOOOONE!”

“NOODLES!” Jasper and Emmett yelled and ran out of the room to the kitchen.

Jasper walked into the kitchen. Esme was there.

“Noodles.” He whispered.

“WHAT?” Esme yelled.

“NOODLES, MOTHER!” Emmett yelled.

“FINE!” Esme pulled out a box of noodles and handed it to Jasper.

“ME!” Emmett yelled.

“You’re going to be a good boy and SHARE!” Esme yelled back at Emmett.

“Grarg!” Emmett snarled and followed Jasper, who was admiring the box of noodles and walking to his room.

“Noooooodles.” He whispered, rubbing the noodle box. Jasper went into his room and slammed the door.

“MOMMY SAID TO SHARE!” Emmett yelled through the door.

“NOODLES!” Jasper yelled. He opened the box of noodles and poured them out the window. “Bye bye. Noodles.”

Carlisle was in his room. He was on his computer.

Hmmm I am extremely bored. I’m deciding to not talk with the letter R today!!

Carlisle stood up just as Alice walked through the door.

“That is the stupidest decision I’ve ever seen!” She said, and ran out the door. Carlisle shrugged and ran downstairs to the kitchen where Rosalie was pretending to eat an orange.

“Hello Wosalie!” Carlisle said grinning.

“Carlisle why are you talking like that?” Rosalie asked jerkishly.

“Because, Wosalie, I wefuse to talk with the letta owoo today”

“The letter owoo?”

“OWOO!”

“… You’re a freak.” Rosalie said and took her “half eaten” orange up to her room.

“Edwaaaaaad! Whew awe you buddy!” Carlisle called.

“Up here, in my room, father!” Edward called back. Carlisle ran up to Edward’s room. Bella was there.

“Hello, Bella, Edwad.” Carlisle said grinning.

“Carlisle, if you’re going to be stupid, we’re going to leave.” Edward said angrily.

“Awww Edwaaad don’t be like that! Stay heya and have fun!”

“That’s it. I’m leaving. Come on, Bella.” Edward sighed and pulled Bella out of the door.

“JASPAAAAAAAAAAA!” Carlisle yelled.

“Yes?” Jasper was there in front of Carlisle in the next second, holding a piece of Rosalie’s orange.

“Hello, Jaspa. How you doin today! Awe you glad I didn’t say banana!”

“What?”

“I wuv woo, Jaspa.”

“Shut up or I’ll make you eat this onion.” Jasper held up what was clearly, an orange.
“Don’t you mean owange?”

“This is an onion, Carlisle”

“It’s an owange, Jaspa!”

“Onion.”

“Owange.”

“Onion.”

“Owange”

“Banana.”

“Peach”

“Banana”

“Peach”

“Onion”

“Owange! Jaspa it’s an owange!!!!” Carlisle almost slapped him in the face.

“It’s an ORANGE, Jasper!!!!!” Alice called from the room above. Jasper let out what sounded like a 5 year old scream/cry/whine and stormed out. Esme came into the room.

“What’s wrong with dear Jasper?” She asked.

“He thought the owange was an onion! Silly Jaspa” Carlisle chuckled.

“Why are you talking like that?”

“Because I wefuse to talk with the letta owoo today.”

“There is no letter owoo, Honey”

“OWOO!”

“That’s not a letter.”

“LETTER R!” Carlisle screamed, then froze. “Damn you, woman!” He yelled, and stomped out of the room.

Esme was on the couch, watching TV. Often she would rock back and forth. Jasper came in and watched her rock back and forth.

Wow, Momma’s weird. He thought.

“Hey! I heard that!” Esme yelled at Jasper.

“Wh-what?” Jasper asked. Esme started giggling madly. She started to scare Jasper, so he went up to Alice’s room.

“Hello, Jasper!” Alice greeted him.

“Hey hey”

“You’re hair needs to be different.” Alice said as she combed through Jasper’s hair with her fingers.

“Oh no you di-int just diss my hair.” Jasper pursed his lips and moved his head in a circular motion.

“Oh yes I di-id just diss your hair!” Alice snapped in his face.

“Don’t make me snap my fingers in a Z-fo-may-tion!” As Jasper said that, he did indeed snap his fingers in a z formation. “GASP!” Jasper dropped his jaw and put both hands in front of his mouth in a very feminine gesture. “Oh em gee…. Alice… Let’s freakin’ go shopping!”

“OKAY!” Alice squealed. And so, Jasper and Alice went shopping, and Jasper didn’t even go in Hot Topic. This was the start of something new. (They watched High School Musical afterwards)

Esme was in Carlisle’s office, looking through his files. Alice and Rosalie walked in.

“Hello mother dearest, what are you doing?” They asked at the same time, it was kind of creepy. Esme giggled insanely.

“heehehehehhee” Esme picked up a green folder. “This folder is pink!” She exclaimed. Alice flitted to her side.

“No, Momma, this folder is green. GRREEEEEEN.” Alice pointed to the folder. Esme threw the folder down and walked out of the room, spinning around and laughing at the ceiling. Alice and Rosalie followed. Esme stopped, put her hand on her cheek and pointed up.

“I see pie!” She yelled. Alice and Rosalie eyed each other and then looked up. No pie.

“Where? Esme! You’re delusional!” Rosalie said and patted Esme’s shoulder.

Alice and Jasper were in Alice’s room. Jasper was twirling in front of the mirror, checking himself out.

“Heeeeeee ah am sex-ay.” Jasper said in a girlish voice. (It’s his own voice… just, well you know how flaming gays talk)

“Yes, Jasper, yes you are.” Alice said as she sewed colorful fabric together with her sewingawesomeness3000 machine.

“Alice…”

“Yes…?”

“You need a makeover”

“GASP! Jasper! How dare you say such a thing!” Alice hopped up from her seat and slapped Jasper.

“That didn’t hurt, Alice”

“Ugh! Jasper just… go away and never come back!” She stormed out of the room.

“Oh, dear.” Jasper whispered. He looked over at what Alice was sewing. “gasp… it’s it’s…. I have an idea!” He thought to himself. Alice came back up and jumped on Jasper’s back.

“What a wonderful idea!!!” She squealed. “I’m helping!”

“Wait, we need sour gummy worms.” Jasper said, deep in thought.

“…Why…?” Alice asked as she climbed down Jasper.

“Because they’re AWESOME!!!!”

“OKAY!” And Alice and Jasper skipped off to get some sour gummy worms.

In the kitchen

“Mother Esme! Dinner is ready!” Rosalie called. Esme came running in.

“Fire! Fire! FihihihihiiiiieerrrrrRR!” Esme screamed hysterically.

“Where? Esme! Where’s the fire!!! Omygaawd whereee is the fire?!”

“Over theheheher!” She pointed to the wall.

“… Esme… are you being delusional again?” Just then Jasper busted in with a very colorful skin-tight dress that went no lower than his mid-thigh.

“AAAAAAAAH!” Esme screamed and ran away. Carlisle came in and looked at Jasper very carefully.

“Jasper… what…?”

“Father, as of today and only today, I am a FASHION MODEL!!!!” Runway music started to play and Alice came in with a microphone.

“This is Jasper Hale wearing one of my favorites. It’s called ‘A Colorful Dress For Jasper’ and was made by ME, Alice Cullen!!” Alice gestured toward Jasper, who was walking through the kitchen very awesomely. He had his hands on his hips and as he walked, he moved his hips side to side.

“WAAAAAAAIT!” Carlisle screamed, and the music stopped playing. Jasper froze and glared at Carlisle.

“You interrupted my cat –.”

Carlisle interrupted. “If you’re going to be a fashion model, you’re going to do it the RIGHT WAY!” He gestured Alice, Rosalie, and Jasper to follow him into the living room. Emmett was skipping in a circle singing “Ring around the rosie”

“Ashes, Ashes, we all fall….” He stopped skipping and looked at Carlisle, Alice, Rosalie, and Jasper. “Papa, why is Jasper wearing a dress?” He asked in a little-kidish voice.

“Beat it, Emmett, we got a fashion show to produce!” Rosalie said jerkishly. (Why, she does that a lot, doesn’t she?)

“FINE! NOBODY LOVES MEEE!” Emmett screamed, and stormed up the stairs.

“Okay! Let’s get this show on the roooooad!” Carlisle said and snapped two times. In 2 and a half seconds, Rosalie built a runway with lights and curtains.

“YAY! SANTA DOES EXIST!” Jasper yelled, and put his hand on his heart.

“You…just saw Rosalie do that.” Alice said, confused.

“No I didn’t.”

“Yes… you did…”

“Yeah, but Christmas is coming so I had to mention Santa.” Jasper whispered.

“Rosalie, Lights!” Carlisle yelled. Rosalie pressed a button and the lights came on. “Jasper, say you’re a fashion model again!”

“I’m a FASHION MODEL!” Once again, runway music came on and Jasper hopped on the stage and walked down it as he did before. Alice was backstage, ready to give Jasper his second outfit. Jasper spun at the end of the runway and headed back to where Alice was. He quickly changed into a blue tank top, with a black skirt and a jacket thrown over his shoulder. This time, Jasper posed at the end of the runway… or catwalk… whatever it’s called.

“Jasper is wearing another one of my favorites called ‘Tank Top With A Skirt And A Jacket For Jasper’ also made by ME, Alice Cullen.”

Esme ran in, then, screaming hysterically. “Jaaaasper! Take that off!! AAAH!!!” Her screaming made the song “Too Sexy For My Shirt” to play. Jasper spun around fastly and was in a button-down shirt and slacks all of a sudden.

“I’m too sexy for my shiiirt, too sexy for my shiiirt, so sexy it HURTS.” He sang along, while he started to unbutton his shirt. He danced along and eventually ripped his shirt off, then kept dancing. Alice whistled. Esme screamed. Carlisle ran, and Rosalie covered her eyes.

So Jasper went from a fashion model to a stripper. Alright!!

Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Esme were in the Cullen’s living room. They were watching…. SUPERMAN RETURNS! (Queue music)

“Oh my gawd Superman is freaking SEXY!!” Alice squealed when Superman flew to save the people in the plane/rocket thing. And when he said “Goodnight Louis.” She said “Awwww why can’t he say that to ME?! Just the way he says it is just aaah amazing…”

“Alice, Superman isn’t real.” Jasper said, jealous that Superman was catching Alice’s attention and Jasper wasn’t. (A/N – Jasper’s normal in this one. I wasn’t really likin his gayness… so we’ll make it a phase… yeah it was a phase ;])

“Jasper! How could you say such a thing?! You don’t know! Everyone thinks we aren’t real, you know VAMPIRES! But I’m pretty sure we’re real! ‘Cause I’m here and you’re here and other vampires exist! You know what? I have a new found love for Superman!” Alice said, and dashed up the stairs to make posters and t shirts and decorate her room all Superman-ee.

“No! Alice no!” Jasper reached his hands out to try to catch her but she was already up in her room. “Damn it.”

“It’s okay, brother! Superman isn’t real. Don’t be jealous of a fictional character!” Emmett said, grinning.

“I must stop this!” Jasper said, ignoring Emmett.

“Jazzy baby, hurry down the chimney tonight!” Emmett sang.

“What?”

“I like that song…”

“eh. I must stop this!” Jasper said again, hoping for a more normal answer.

“Well how, bro?”

“I have an idea….” Jasper said mischievously, and whispered what the idea was in Emmett’s ear.

Esme stared at Jasper.

“Wh-what…?” Jasper asked when he was done telling his idea to Emmett.

“Superman is real, Jasper, he is he is. Look he's there! Right there! Right next to you!!!!!" Esme screamed, pointing next to Jasper.

"Delusional..." Jasper murmured.

Alice’s room –

In 10 minutes, Alice had made everything she owned (except for her clothes) Superman. She had Superman window curtains, a Superman computer chair, Superman posters, and all the Superman comic books. She even bought Superman pajamas which she would use at night now just because they were Superman.

Alice was sitting on her Superman rug, playing with her Superman doll when Jasper walked in.

“Hey Alice, can I be Superman?” Jasper asked, a little hesitant.

“NO! GO AWAY!” Alice screamed, and threw a Superman decorated orange at him.

“AAAAH! I HATE ONIONS!” Jasper screamed, and ran away. Carlisle came in.

“Alice, can I be Superman?” Carlisle asked.

“Father, NO you’re too old and… NO!” Carlisle ran away to sulk. Mike walked in.

“Hey Alice, wassup wassup? Can I be Superman?”

“N-…Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

“Well I don’t know I just-.” Just then Rosalie came in and killed Mike…again… and then dragged him into the basement.

Outside of Alice’s room –

“Okay, what’s my line again?” Emmett asked Jasper.

“Can I be Superman?”

“I don’t know you have to ask Alice.”

“That’s your line, dumb banana.”

“Oh oh. Okay. Can I be Superman? Can I be Superman? I GOT THIS!” Emmett, very confident, walked into Alice’s room.

“I’ll save you, Alice!” Alice mimicked Superman’s voice, making her Superman doll pick up a doll that looked like her. “Oh thank you so much, sexy Superman!” She said in her own voice. “Goodnight, Alice.” She said in Superman’s voice again.

“Hey best sister in the whole wide world, Alice.” Emmett said cheerfully.

“What, Emmett?” Alice asked, annoyed.

“I was wondering… Can I be Uberman?”

“Emmett, it’s SUPERMAN. With an S and a P Superman! And no, you—.” Alice stopped and grinned. “Emmett… Do you want to be a super hero?” Alice said in a very weird voice.

“YEAH!” Emmett said with excitement.

“Okay you are going to save people! You are UBERMAN!!!!!! Queue music!”

Edward started playing the piano downstairs but stopped. “I’m too important for this chapter. SOB!” He said, and left.

“Okay, Emmett, let’s started.” Alice said, and shut the door.

In the kitchen –

Rosalie was making dinner. Jasper and Carlisle were leaning against the wall talking. They heard Alice giggle and Emmett’s booming laugh.

“What could they be doing? They’re not saying anything… just having giggle fits!”

“I don’t know but-.” Carlisle was interrupted by Alice yelling from upstairs.

“LAIDIES, GENTLEMEN, AND CARLISLE!”

“Hey!”

“I NOW PRESENT YOU WITH FORKS’ SUPER HERO, UUUUUBBBEERRRRMAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!” Theme music similar to Superman’s started to play and Emmett came flying down the stairs. (A/N He was on one of those string things that they use in movies and it makes you look like you’re flying. I forgot what it’s called at the moment.)

“Dah dahhhh dah dah dah dahhhh!” Emmett/Uberman sang along to his theme music. His costume was similar to Superman’s; it had the same design and same colors, but the “s” was replaced with a “u” and the colors were reversed. (A/N this is my last author’s note in this chapter I promise… well second to last because of after the chapter I have to make a rhyme with review which I haven’t done in a while but anyhoo, onward- when I say the colors were reversed I mean like his tights were red and his boots were blue and his panties over his tights were blue and his torso part was red and his cape was blue… [=)

“EEEEMMMETTT! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Rosalie screamed, and ran away.

“Emmett-.” Jasper started to say when Emmett flew into the kitchen.

“It’s UBERMAN!” Emmett snapped.

“Uh…Uberman… are you actually going to save people?”

“Hale yes!”

“Why did you use my last name?”

“Because… It’s awesome.” Emmett…Uberman said childishly.

“True.” Alice ran down the stairs.

“So, Uberman, what do you hear?”

“Uhhh…Rosalie dry-sobbing… I must help her!” And Uberman dashed off to save Rosalie.

Rosalie’s room –

Uberman crashes in.

“Fair maiden, I will save you!” He said in a British accent.

“You’re a super hero not a knight!” Alice whispered from behind Emmett/Uberman.

“Oh yeah…” He whispered. “Have no fear, Uberman is here!” Rosalie looked up at Emmett with a sad expression. “Uhhh…How can I save you, Rose?”

“Take that ridiculous costume off!!” Rosalie screamed.

“Okay.” Emmett said and took the costume off. And that was the end of Uberman.

Esme, Emmett, Jasper, and Rosalie were sitting on Alice’s Superman rug when Alice busted in.

“GUYS GUYS GUYS! I got us all…. LG RUMORS!!” Alice said as she threw everyone a different color LG Rumor phone.

“Aren’t these called LG Scoops?” Emmett asked, examining his blue one.

“NO, Emmett, THESE are LG RUMORS. Because THESE are from Sprint and SPRINT is BETTER than Alltel.”

“It’s AT&T, Alice.” Jasper said.

“Oh… well still SPRINT is BETTER than AT&T. How ‘bout that?” Alice grinned. “So anyhoosles, I have bought you each an individual LG Rumor becaaaause we are going to play with the…. EMOTICONS!!!!!”

Esme spoke up. “What are emoticons? Are they…. ALIENS!”

“No, Esme stop being delusional. Emoticons are little smiley faces that look AWESOME. So set your signature and let’s get Emoticon…ing!”

“I don’t have time for this, Alice. I have to make lunch.” Rosalie said and went to the kitchen. Everybody else set their signature and started texting each other.

Alice to Jasper –

Hey Sexyyy (grinning Emoticon) Superman’s lady

Why is ur sig that? (sad Emoticon) Jazzy Boy

Cuz Superman is AMAZING!!! (grin) Superman’s Lady

WELL. How would u like MY sig? Wonder woman’s Man

Damn u, Jasper. (Mad emoticon) Superman’s Lady

CHANGE IT! (mad) Wonder woman’s Man

Fine. Happy now? Jasper’s Lady

Very. (happy) Alice’s Man

Emmett to Esme –

And so I tried pumpkin pie and I realized I DID like it! (grinning emoticon) Uberman Emmett

Emmett, we don’t eat... Mother Esme

Yeah…. Uberman Emmett

In the kitchen-

Rosalie took out her LG Rumor and texted Emmett.

Heyhey Emmy wanna do something hot tonight? (grin) Hot&Sexy Rosalie

Like…. An oven…? Uberman Emmett

NO YOU STUPID PEAR! Think… How we knocked out all those cottages… (grin) Hot&Sexy Rosalie

OH! YEAAAAAAH LET’S GO!! (one of these - :O) Uberman Emmett

So Rosalie and Emmett went to go do something hot….

Alice’s room –

“Okay this is retarded!” Jasper yelled, and threw his phone at the ground, making it shatter.

“HEY I PAID MONEY FOR THOSE!” Alice screamed.

“So?”

“True…” Alice grinned and threw hers at the ground, as well.

“YEAH FIREWORKS!!!” Esme yelled, and threw hers out the window. Alice and Jasper stared at Esme, scared. They slowly backed out of the room to go find something else to do.

JASPER!” Emmett called from downstairs.

“What, Emmett?” Jasper asked, suddenly right behind him. Emmett spun around.

“LOOK WHAT I GOT, JASPER!! LOOOOOK!!” Emmett yelled.

“A… Chia pet?” Jasper asked.

“YEAH! I wanted a pet so I got one! And all I have to do is water him!”

“Him?”

“YEAH! His name is Chad hahaha get it? CHAD the CHIA pet!?” Emmett was oozing too much excitement.

“Bye.” Jasper said and ran away. Emmett ran up to Alice’s room.

“ALICE ALICE!”

“Yes, brother?”

“LOOK WHAT I GOT!” Emmett showed Alice Chad.

“OH EM JAY A CHIA PET!!!!” Alice totally flipped out. “Awww he’s so cute.” She said in a voice that sounded like she was talking to a baby.

“YEAH! I got one for you too!!” Emmett handed her a girl Chia pet.

“EEEE THANKS EMMETT! I’m gonna name you Superman!” Alice took her Chia pet and sat on the floor. Emmett walked cheerfully to Rosalie’s room. Carlisle and Rosalie were playing Rock Paper Scissors.

“Har har! I won!” Carlisle rejoiced.

“No you didn’t Carlisle…” Rosalie said jerkishly.

“Huh?! I didn’t? But I have more fingers out than you! That’s not how it works?”

“No.”

“Aww… Carlisle walked away to sulk.

“Watcha doin, Rose?!” Emmett asked very loudly.

“NOTHING EMMETT GO AWAY!” She yelled.

“But I have a Chia-.” Rosalie slammed the door before Emmett could finish his sentence.

Alice’s room –

“There you go, little Superman.” Alice said as she watered her Chia pet. “Now. Let’s talk shopping. One time when I was shopping, I saw some girl steal something out of my cart! So I followed her and when she bent down to pick up a blouse… BAM! I pushed her over! Aaaah delicious revenge.” Alice grinned at the memory. “Has anything like that happened to you?” She asked little Superman. She waited for an answer but it wasn’t talking.

“That’s okay, take your time.”

One week later –

Alice’s room –

“Awww you have such pretty hair.” Alice said to little Superman as she petted the little leaves on her Chia pet.

“ALICE!” Emmett screamed as he stormed into Alice’s room.

“What?” Alice asked, alarmed.

“CHAD DIED!!!” He screeched.

“OH NOES!” Alice put her hands on her cheeks.

“I KNOW!”

“Well… to make you feel you better… I’ll throw mine away. It doesn’t talk to me about shopping, anyway.” Alice sniffed. “Goodbye little Superman.” She said, and threw her out the window.