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Bella ran into Victoria when Edward left her, and fifty years later she is back in Forks with her family. They've formed a band; Tourniquet. An ironic name, to be sure, seeing as they're all vampires...


14. Prom Night - Part II

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Well, mostly things went well. If it hadn’t been for that stupid boy who tried to crack onto Michelle during our last song, everything would have been just fine. He'd jumped up onto the stage to try and reach Michelle, tripped over my mike lead, crashed into Michelle's amp and caused some sort of chain-reaction among the gear on stage.

He'd ended up with a broken arm and multiple lacerations, while Tourniquet just stood there stupidly – we were in shock, alright? – and was completely unaffected by the heavy equipment crashing into us.

There was total pandemonium for a long time, until everyone realised that we were completely unscathed. Sure, all our instruments were broken, and I should have been stabbed by a microphone stand going flying, but we were unharmed. That was when the trouble really started.

Edward and the rest of the Cullens hurried – at a human pace – towards us on stage. At least a hundred human teenagers had seen what had just happened, along with about ten adults. We were totally busted if anyone blabbed.

While the teachers herded everyone away from the catastrophe and tried to reach us beyond all the wreckage, Edward and his family lightly climbed over the obstructions and helped Michelle to gently extract the idiotic human boy from the mess. He was alive, but unconscious.

Emmett grabbed the boy from Michelle and took him over to one of the teachers, managing not to get any of his blood on his shirt. I could tell Lee and Jasper were a little uncomfortable, and cast apologetic glances to both of them as Edward ‘helped’ me out of the wreckage and all of us climbed off the stage and started to head for the door.

“Wait just a moment,” someone ordered, and slowly I turned with the rest of them to face the principal. I winced a little. Oh no… “What exactly happened here?” he demanded. I hesitated, glancing to Andre with a tortured expression. None of us spoke. “Well?”

“Emma,” I hissed, and Emma immediately froze time. I exhaled, relieved. “Andre? Can you…?”

“This is going to take me ages to fix up, you realise,” Andre sighed as he shook his head in exasperation.

“Well, you'd better get started then, shouldn’t you?” Emma asked dryly, and we all started to get everyone back into the gym and fix things up.

Half an hour later – well, that was how long had passed in the outside world – everything was back as it had been just before the idiot had jumped up on stage. Andre had planted a false memory of him tripping over a table and breaking his arm, causing a bowl of fruit punch to fall on him and shatter – hence the lacerations. We’d doused him in punch so it would fit with the memory, and then readied ourselves exactly where we had been for Emma to start up time again. We played – and sang, in my case – as if nothing had happened, and the teenagers continued to do what they were before the accident.

I breathed a sigh of relief at the end of the night when no one said anything out of the ordinary, and Edward quietly assured me later when we were on our way home that no one suspected a thing. Emma, Michelle and I exchanged a knowing glance when we went inside our house, and simultaneously claimed, flopping onto our couch;

“Never again!”