(Post-BD) A few years after Renesmee is born, the Cullens are ready to leave Forks. Too many questions are being asked: What happened to Isabella Swan? Who's that little girl? How did she grow so fast? When Carlisle finds the House of Night, an exclusive Vampire Finishing school, the family packs their bags for Oklahoma. When they arrive at the school though, they find Rosalie's new friend has a troubled past. And the High Priestess isn't all that she's pretending to be. A crossover with PC and Kristen Cast's House of Night series (AU). Contains spoilers for books "Chosen" and "Untamed" (Though I'm not sure about "Hunted" yet, there may be some later on, but it's pretty unlikely.)
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There was a knock at the door. I hastily turned down the volume on the TV. “Whaddya want?” I called.
“It’s me.” Zoey Redbird: Oh happy fucking day.
“I’m busy.” I replied. “Go away!”
“Don’t make me burn you door down.” Dammit. Fucking goddess-given affinities.
“Here, I got it.”
I frowned. I didn’t recognize that third voice- rich, velvety and glamorous. The only person I knew who could fit that description was, well, me.
The door swung open with a click. The girl pushed the bobby pin back into her flowing blonde locks. Her skin was pale and smooth and she glared at me, her eyes the colour of warm butterscotch.
Zoey followed her in. “Aphrodite, meet your new roommate, Rosalie.”
Rosalie folded her arms. “So this is your perfect roommate?” she scoffed.
“Like you’re so perfect yourself.” I lied. She was absolutely gorgeous. I turned to Zoey, someone much easier to push around. “I don’t want a fucking roommate. I mean, look at her. What is she even doing here? She isn’t even marked!”
“Neither are you.” She pointed out.
I scowled. I hate it when she’s right. Fucking goody two-shoes. “Fine,” I muttered. “She can stay for a week, and then she has to find her own damn room.”
“Thanks.” Zoey smiled, and left.
I turned to Rosalie. “I’m going to take a shower. There’s Fiji water in the mini-fridge. Make yourself comfy, and we’ll sort your stuff out later.”I went into the bathroom and stripped down. I stepped into my marble Vichy shower. I turned some dials and was doused with four streams of hot water. Aaah. My thinking spot. So what was up with dumping this Rosalie on me? Some kind of cruel joke? I stepped out and slipped on my jeans and a silky shirt. I spritzed myself with Kimora Lee Simmons’ Goddess (fitting isn’t it?). But as soon as I stepped out of the room I lost my cool. There she was, sitting on my couch, with my cat on her lap, watching Lipstick Jungle.
“Hey!” I screeched. Maleficent jumped out of Rosalie’s lap like a girl who’s just been caught cheating on her boyfriend. I snatched back the remote and switched it back to Gossip Girl. An image of Serena and Dan passionately making out filled the screen. “I was watching that.”
“If I recall, you said you were taking a shower. Make yourself comfy.” She mimics in a girly falsetto. She’s at my side in a flash and plucks the remote from my hands. Brooke Shields is back, blabbing away on a cell phone. She sits down again and Maleficent curls up in her lap.
“Fine. It was a repeat anyways.” Inside, I cringe. That was the best I could come up with? I’ve been out-bitched! Just because she’s smart, beautiful, and is good at picking locks means I can’t push her around? I hold out my arms. “Come to mommy Maleficent!” She hisses at me and I back away, shocked. I slam the door behind me and stick one very bitten fingernail in my mouth. I’ve lost my title as The Bitch, and even been rejected by my cat. One world fills my mind. Replaced.