Nightshade - Waking Nightmare
Chapter Thirteen/ Forty-One is out.
A new score of vampires threatens life as Bella knows it. Responsible for gruesome murders and missing children, they are now roaming the northwest portion of the United States. The decision had come, to change Bella or not to change Bella? Either way, the small Cullen family does not seem to have a chance at protecting Forks with Emma on the fritz, even if they have help from your friendly neighborhood werewolvesr; All of this belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I am just playing with it. Incase you have not figured it out yet, this is the sequel to Nightshade.
Everything is ready for Bella to be changed into a vampire. She has made all of her cuts from society and has begun to emotinally withdrawl from her familiy. Then, as the Cullen family hunts one last time before the fateful day, a friend from Bella's past shows up. To her, Bella is Izzie and Izzie is the only one that can help her.
All of this belongs to the beautiful Stephanie Meyer. She made up Twilight. We all her a debt of gratitude. Yea!
Be happy that I don't own this. Or sad. If I did, Bella would already be a vampire. But, she's not. Darn.
36. Chapter 36 - Just for fun!
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When Carlisle gets it in his head that it would be good to take the boys out for a night of hunting and male bonding, they leave their counterparts at home to amuse themselves. Just what is it that they do that they refuse to tell their husbands. Whatever it is, it makes them giggle when they see a camera and spin and walk oddly when they were a pair of high heels.
“Edward! Hurry up!” Emmett shouted loudly throughout the house.
I had to cover my ears. Edward, my beautiful angel rolled his black eyes. He needed a hunt. All of them did. They refused to go, afraid of the impending danger. It had not bothered them that all of their counterparts and Emma had gone out to hunt several times. No. They had to be men and sit at home. Guarding. It was absolutely ridiculous.
“We will be back at first light.” he reassured me for the hundredth time.
“Go on. Have fun, Edward. Don’t worry,” I gently chided him and gave him a quick peck.
“Be safe!” I called as he ran down the stairs and out the door.
“What took you so long?” Jasper teased.
I heard the contact as Edward smacked Jasper. “Shut up,”
“Was he with the wifey?” Emmett teased.
I blushed crimson (because osf my remaining human blood). Ever since Edwardand I had been married, Emmett teased us constantly. Not that I minded. I heard the front door close. I looked out the window. The Cullen men; Carlisle, Edward, Emmett, Jasper and now Luke, glowed in the setting sun. One minute, their sparkling forms were there. The next second, they were gone.
Emma knocked on my door. “Hey,” she smiled as she sauntered in.
“Hi,” I was already slightly depressed.
“You missed him already, don’t you?” She wrinkled her nose.
I sighed and collapsed on our bed. “You know I do,”
Emma gave me a fake sigh, “Ahh, young love.”
I grabbed a pillow and threw it at her, “Hush up.”
She easily ducked and asked, “What do you want to do?”
“What do I want to do? Emma, it is almost dark and they are only going to be gone for the night. Almost everything fun OR LEGAL is going to close, soon.”
Emma pouted, “But we have not had any good girl time in a long time.”
“We went shopping yesterday,” I pointed out.
“That was necessary. I mean girl time as in goofing off and being completely ridiculous.” she explained.
“Okay. You have a point. What would you like to do?”
“I asked you first,” she said.
“But I want to know more. I always have to chose.”
“No you don’t! Normally I choose and then drag you along, whether you want to come or not.
“Good point. You win.” I paused, “Honestly, I have no idea on what to do.”
“I do,” Alice said from the door way.
“What?” I sat up.
“We could play dress up.” she suggested.
Emma’s violet eyes brightened. “Ooo! That sounds like fun. What do you say, Izzie?”
I groaned, “Do I have a choice?”
“Great,” I moaned. Tonight was going to be longer than ten hours.
“Did somebody say dress up?” Rosalie stuck her head in.
“Yup,” Emma grinned.
“Count me in.” she grinned back.
“Excellent. Go get Esme. She is in desperate need of some good old fashioned quality girl time.” Alice told her sister.
Seconds later, Rosalie dragged in a calm Esme.
“I assume that you heard?” Emma asked arching her brows.
Esme nodded. “It sounds like a lot of fun.”
Alice grinned evilly, “It will be.”
“How exactly are we going to go about this?” I tentatively dared to ask.
“Easy,” Emma grinned like she had done this all the time. I knew for a fact that she had not. “We will start with the hair. Try to make it look as ridiculous as possible. Then, we can do make-up. Clown make-up, not hot Victoria Secret model make-up, ‘kay? We will lay out different outfits and have a fashion show.”
Esme held up a camera, “Complete with pictures for blackmailing purposes.”
“AND, for scrap-booking.” Emma grinned at the thought of one of her favorite pastimes. She was the only one, vampire or human or other, that I knew, that actually liked to scrapbook.
“And for scrap booking,” Esme agreed.
Alice clapped her hands together. “This will be fun. We can start with Rosalie.”
Rosalie groaned but sat down at my vanity without complaint. Of course, she did not face the mirrors. No duh. For Rosalie’s beautiful blonde locks, we put in several small pigtails only on the right side of her head. Except for one, which we put just above her forehead. Her make up was fanatically done. Her eyes were caked top and bottom with thick yellow eye shadow that I wondered where I had procured. Alice put purple mascara that was definitely not mine with glitter on her lashes. Her lips were turned a lovely shade of orange and Emma drew big hearts with blood-red lipstick on her cheeks for blush. She squealed when she saw what she looked like.
I quickly understood why Alice did Rosalie first. Once she had seen how she had been humiliated in good fun, she playfully took artful revenge on all of us. Esme was next.
She had lime green eye shadow that Emma drew scales over with black eye liner. It made her look quite reptilian as Alice coated her round lips with blue lipstick. Rosalie put Esme’s hair in two hoops on either side of her head. It made her look like she had Mickey Mouse ears. I took thick eye liner and drew lines down her face. It almost looked like she was crying ink. Esme would have fainted whenever she saw what she looked like, it was so hysterical.
I was next. Esme styled my hair in honey buns, just like Princess Leia’s in Star Wars. My face was caked in bronze powder. Emma gave my eyes a firm layer of white eye shadow, both top and bottom and then put goldish-yellow stars around them. Alice put purple lipstick on my lips and then Rosalie took lip liner and drew swirls all around my mouth and cheeks. I laughed really hard.
Alice was our next victim. We clipped all of her hair back, so it was stick off the back of her head in spikes. She was given black eyes with green swirls coming off of it. Her lips were a nice bright red that I gave accent to by painting neon blue, green and yellow stripes on. Esme put pink bats on each of her cheeks.
Emma was the last to be shoved in the chair. Emma grinned, ready for our pay back. We put her hair in a fountain on the top of her head. It spiraled down in curls, managing to look pretty and hideous all at once. She got orange eye shadow on the top and dark green beneath her purple eyes. I gave her bright half a blue lip, half a black one, half an orange one and half a purple one. Rosalie connected her eyes to her mouth by swirling blue lines down her face. Alice painted the tip of her nose orange.
In short, we all looked outrageous. If only the boys could see us. It was actually a really good thing that they never would. NEVER EVER EVER WOULD!
Next, we chose our outfits. For the fashion show, we would have five categories. Best in normal attire, best in clubbing, best in lingerie, best in formal and best swim wear. We went our separate ways for twenty minutes to chose our outfits.
Because she was last to get her make-up and hair down, Emma was first to walk down our makeshift runway in the living room. We had put in a mix cd of old, girlie songs that every girl knew and adored.
Swim wear was first. As Girls Just Want to Have Fun blared off the stereo, Emma sauntered down the isle grinning madly. Esme was snapping pictures right and left. Emma was wearing tall, six inch black stilettos with her baby blue bikini. It was normally a cute swimsuit, but just not in the context that we were using.
Alice went next. She had chosen to go tacky by wearing a Tarzan strapped Big Bird yellow bikini with clunky black heels. This time, it was Emma snapping the pictures. Alice took over camera duty as Emma ran up the stairs to change.
I walked down in a pink tankini and smaller but just a beautiful heels. I did not trip. I never tripped any more with my graceful vmaspire-ish ways… well, I sometimes never tripped. I laughed and spun around, lifting up my arms.
Esme came next. She had on a navy bikini and thin heeled boots. I gave her a wolf whistle and she rewarded me with a vampire blush. She took the camera again as Rosalie sauntered out.
Rose was wearing a pale green strapless bikini and tall silver stilettos. She looked the best out of all of us in the swim wear part. She took the camera as Emma came out in her clubbing.
She had gone with runner. White heels, this time, with black sweatpants, a snug tank top and weights, she grinned brightly. She had sunglasses and a hat tucked into her pants. It was a rule that she could not put anything on her head to hide her devastating make-under.
Alice wore a volleyball outfit, completely with a tight royal blue jersey that read Peacocks and spandex shorts. She had on the same high heels and a volleyball was tucked underneath her arm.
I went with dance. I had on a black leotard and frilly pink tutu. I exchanged my heels for pointe shoes and walked pointe down the runway.
Esme went with tennis. She had a white skirt and matching shirt with a shrug. She carried a navy and yellow tennis racket in one hand and a tennis ball in the other. Her sunglasses were tucked into her skirt. She too wore high heels; tall white ones.
Rosalie went with soccer, something that I would not have expected. She had black soccer shorts and a white jersey with her cleats slung over her shoulder. True to Rosalie, she wore heels as well.
Esme came out looking the best in sportswear.
Emma then strutted down the runway in a flowing, pale lavender dress with black and white lace roses. She had a matching black purse and shawl and heels.
Alice had a white and green dress with white heels, a white shawl and a white handbag.
Esme wore a crimson gown and looked like a queen.
I had a black, off the shoulder gown with silver accents. I did adore it. I wore a silver shawl and silver shoes with it as well as a long stringed handbag.
Rosalie chose to wear one of her many wedding gowns. It was cinched beneath her bust and had intricate gold stitching all over it. It had a two foot train and a lace veil.
Emma won the formal category. Just two left.
Emma then, proud of her victory, strutted down the isle in her jean miniskirt and belly shirt. It would have looked totally slutty on someone else. But, as usual, only Emma could pull it off and look pretty. Beautiful was not an option for any of us with our make-up and hair do’s as wild as they were.
Alice wore cargos and a boyish tank top. She did not wear heels but platform shoes. She gave a punk grin and stuck her tongue out at the camera before giving two peace signs and taking the camera from Emma.
I wore jeans and my magenta top that Emma had bought for me. I absolutely adored it. I spun and gave a kick before falling flat on my butt. So much for not being clumsy any more when a vamapire.
Esme wore khaki Capri's and a regular tee-shirt that read : The best things in life are free (plus shipping and handling). I laughed at it.
“So true, so true,” I muttered, snapping the pictures.
Rosalie came last, wearing a jean mini shirt and a hot pink top. She spun around and gave a curtsey.
Alice won that round.
We all laughed. Time for the last category. We all new who the winner was going to be, but we still wanted the fun and humiliation.
Emma wore red lace lingerie. Alice went with black, as did Rosalie. Esme had a nice blue color that looked very pretty with her hair. I had on hot pink. We twirled and spun, very proud of ourselves.
Hey Mickey! was playing on the stereo. We all had our makeshift trophies. Rosalie’s was Barbie doll in a swimsuit. Emma’s was a wedding Barbie. Alice had a normally clothed Barbie doll. Esme received a sporty Barbie and I had a naked Barbie doll. None of us could find Barbie underwear, so we wrapped paper towel around her. It looked like Italian Toga Barbie. When I said that, we laughed.
As we sang into our Barbie heads, we laughed. This was so much fun! We had to do it again. We took turns, singing. Esme, then Alice and Rosalie had the second verse. I took the chorus repeat and Emma finished out the song with our help.
“BOYS!” she screamed really really really loud.
We all stopped and looked. Sure enough, standing in the hall way, blocking our access to the stairs, stood the five boys. Their mouths were open and their eyes bulged out of their heads. I could only imagine what they were thinking.
What a sight we must have been. All of us were dancing around in our under wear. None of us had anything to be ashamed of. In fact, we all had bodies to be proud of. But, the thoughts of how protective they were and how insanely jealous they easily got filled my head.
We just stood there, gaping. Lips of an Angel started to play on the stereo. At any other time, Emma would have screamed, “I LOVE this song!” and made the nearest person dance with her. She was too abashed. We all were. How could we explain ourselves out of this one?
"Umm… hi," I blushed bright crimson.
The boys all gaped at us like fish. One by one, I could see the lights go off in their heads. They were actually starting to register a thought or two.
"Geez guys, way to ruin the fun," Emma snapped.
Alice grew a wicked grin, "How are we supposed to put the video on YouTube now?"
Rosalie smirked, "We will just block them off,"
We laughed at the boys. They just stood there, turning more and more white. It was possible to see their thoughts flicker through their eyes. Seriously, I could see the words HOLY SHIT scrolling past Emmett's golden eyes as he stared at Rosalie. I was too scared to look at Edward. His beautiful eyes could be saying anything.
“Bella?” he croaked out.
I smiled, turning bright bright bright red in the process.
So many things happened at once. Emmett litterally pounced on Rosalie. Jasper rushed forward and grabbed Alice away from the forray. They bound up the stairs and were gone before my human eyes could even see them. Carlisle and Esme slowly walked outside. I heard the car start and they were gone. Emma, giggling and covering her eyes, grabbed the jacket from Luke’s outstreched hand before running out side. Luke shrugged and followed his sister. Edward scooped me up into his arms and ran lightning speed back to Charlie’s house, ducking from the clothing that was flying off of Rosalie and Emmett. We had it all to ourselves because of the incident on our wedding night. Carlisle had, with my “expressed permission” taken over the proceedings of my father’s memorial.
Edward set me on my suddenly very small bed, sat on the tip of it and growled at me. “How can you expect me to deal with you when you are dressed like that?” he groaned.
“Like a hooker clown?” I giggled.
“No.” He shook his head. “Unfairly and ravishingly beautiful.” Edward got down on his knees and crawled toward me. I grinned and lay back lost myself in the abyss of pleasure that came. The sun was coming out from behind the clouds. It was morning and I did not know it. I was far too concerned with Edward full-filling a promise that technically was susposed to be kept for our wedding night. Thought late, the date did not matter at all. Trust me.
- Chapter 1-Saturday Moring
- Chapter 2 - Saturday's Explanations
- Chapter 3 - Monday's Shopping Trip
- Chapter 4 - Tuesday's Adventure Into Enemy Territory
- Chapter 5 - New Faces on Wednesday
- Chapter 6- Mike's Opps-Up on Thursday
- Chapter 7 - Partying All Friday Night
- Chapter 8 - Fun in the Hidden Sun on Saturday
- Chapter 9 - Sunday?s Observation of Disconsolate Love
- Chapter 10 - Remembering Him on Monday
- Chapter 11 - Forgetting Him on Tuesday
- Chapter 12 - For lack of a better, less explanitory name and me having not come up with one to my regrets, the chapter twelve shall be henceforth known and properly called, ehhm, FINALLY!
- Chapter 13 - Conversations
- Chapter 14 - Emma and Edward's Late Night Conversation
- Chapter 15 - Playtime
- Chapter 16 - The Cause
- Chapter 17 - Dirty Little Secrets
- Chapter 18 - Kentucky
- Chapter 19 - Yukon Ho!
- Chapter 20 - Stone Angel
- Chapter 21 - Dammit Emmett! This is an Incognito Thing!
- Chapter 22 - Hate This Place
- Chapter 23 - A Sembalance of Normalcy
- Chapter 24 - Wedding Bells Are Ringing
- Chapter 25 - Chapter One
- Author's Note
- Chapter 27 - WAKING NIGHTMARE
- Chapter One - Beautiful
- Chapter Two - Necessary
- Chapter Three - Foreigners
- Chapter Four - Accidentally So
- Chapter Five - Unbelievable
- Chapter Six - Fighting It
- Chapter Seven - Over Dramatic
- Chapter Eight - Haunting
- Chapter 36 - Just for fun!
- Chapter Nine - The Best Course?
- Chapter Ten - On the Road
- Chapter Eleven - Hurt
- Chapter Twelve - Resolution
- Chapter Thirteen - It Starts Again
- Chapter 42 - Authors Note
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