A PREVIEW OF SOMETHING IM WORKING ON…JUST WANTED TO SEE IF ANYONE LIKED IT. REVIEWS WOULD BE LOVELY. ILL PAY YOU BACK ONE DAY IF YOURE, O I DON'T KNOW, DANGLING OFF A CLIFF OR SOMETHING.
We exited the truck when we got to the Cullen residence. Edward let me walk for once. Exactly how long had it been since my feet had touched the ground?
Anyway, any chance of him ever letting me walk again was ruined when I smacked my head smartly against the door frame.
Edward was by my side in a millisecond. Probably less than a millisecond actually. He turned me around facing him, and I watched as his inspecting gaze wandered across my forehead looking for any serious injury.
Finally satisfied, he smiled. "You know," he said, looking me in the eye. "There's a door there."
Ha. Ha. Let us make fun of the human, shall we?
I glared. "Edward, I might not be able to take you down by myself – yet," I sternly reminded. His smile fell, but only a tad bit. "However, I'm not afraid to buy a rocket launcher."
"A rocket launcher? Well, it could possibly make a dent," he smirked, "But really Bella, you and a weapon of mass destruction equals…well…mass destruction," he continued, "Forks would be leveled."
My glare was stuck on my face like gorilla glue. But so was his smirk. He went on, saying, "And I hear rocket launchers are rather pricey."
"Don't worry about that," I said, "I already have a bank account set up."
"Yes, it's called the dumb-vampire-gets-on-every-last-nerve fund." My delivery was smug.
"I even have sponsors," I continued.
"Mhmm, and who might they be?"
"Alice Cullen Incorporated," I retorted.
All of a sudden, there stood Alice Inc., on the bottom of the stairwell. I always forgot about the keenness of vampire hearing. "Yay, conspiracy," she said. "We can go weapons shopping tomorrow."
I smiled. Of course she would turn a murder plot into a shopping spree. "Whatever you say, Alice."
I started to turn back to Edward, but saw that he was stalking over to the couch, mumbling something that sounded like "women."
"Come on, Bella," Alice called. "I have all these new clothes I want you to try on that I…"
But I was gone, running towards the couch, and my savior, at top speed. I jumped in his arms. He laughed and looked down. "So, you first make plans for my ultimate demise, and then ask me to save you from torture, is that it?" he asked.
"Pretty much yea," I replied.
"Well then, have fun in Makeup Land," he stated.
I sighed. I might as well have had my own box, with Barbie Bella written in big hot pink letters across the front.
"Well," I said, with a dramatic flourish, "if I'm not back in thirty minutes – I've thrown myself out of a window."
He looked down then, amusement evident in his features.
In keeping with my theatrical theme, I jumped from his lap, covered my face with one hand, and gasped out, "Goodbye, Edward," before turning on my heels and walking towards Alice. A.K.A. my doom.