Sorry it took me so long guys!! Term paper and then all the other end of the year school cramming junkā€¦ Yuck. And now I get to concentrate on my writing since SCHOOL'S OUT! YAY!


I sat outside in my Volvo, watching as the bell rang, and countless Forks High School students came scurrying out to there cars, anxious to get away from a Monday's worth of learning torture. I was just back from hunting, and hadn't even been to school that day. I had hoped that a weekend out in the wilderness would clear my head of all thoughts of killing one Isabella Swan, and it had. I had only came to school today since this was the day of the auditions I was to do by best at to win my bet with Emmett. I had already planned to lie and say I had a doctor's appointment if asked why I hadn't been at school that day and had decided to only come in for the auditions.

I watched as Alice came skipping out to get in Emmett's yellow jeep that was parked beside my silver Volvo. As soon as she realized it was me in the car, she made a beeline for my passenger door instead and opened it up, quickly darting inside.

"Ready for that audition? Emmett wouldn't shut up about it at lunch and he kept saying that if you skipped out he was going to be so mad," Alice said.

"Yeah, I'm ready. I was heading that way, actually. They've already started, but since the girls were auditioning first, I should be ok," I said, opening up my car door to get out.

"Good luck! I'm sure you'll land a big part!" Alice called after me.

"I'm sure you are too," I mumbled under my breath. Honestly, I wanted the part of Mercutio, but I wasn't quite sure why. It was probably because his personally suited my own, but I wasn't completely positive.

I ran over the words of my audition one more time in my head before opening the double doors of the gym where Mrs. Darbus was holding her auditions.

I almost stood dumbstruck in the door, but quickly reverted my attention to the floor so I could make it to the folding chairs she had set up for people to sit in when they weren't on her makeshift stage. Carlisle had already said if I made the play, he would pay for a stage to be built, but that wasn't what was currently brothering me.

Isabella Swan was standing on the stage, completing an attention she had obviously aced due to the amount of clapping coming from the other students. I turned to get up to avoid the catastrophe that this might caused, but there was Emmett, standing in the doorway, shaking his head at me, grinning from ear to ear.

I adverted my eyes back to Mrs. Darbus, but not before I watched the girl come and sit in front of me. Oh, Emmett was so going to get it for this, especially if something happened.

The next few minutes felt like an eternity. I spent the whole entire time completely tensed up, breathing irregular for a human, trying my hardest not to attack the girl in front of me. If only I could figure out what it was about her blood that was irresistible, I would do my best to reverse it by any means possible.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, all the girls were finished. Mrs. Darbus cleared her though before announcing the callbacks for Juliet that would take place after the male auditions.

"Thank you ladies, I would like Bella, Angela, Jessica and Heather to stay for another scene to see who will play our Juliet. To our other four brave adventures into the theater, your parts will be posted tomorrow," she said, and I almost let out an audible groan at the mention of her name. I was trying my hardest not to go into predator mode. I could hear Emmett behind me, laughing and teasing me in his head. He was still convinced that my nervousness was from stage fright, and I wasn't about to let him know otherwise.

She quickly started the male audition with Tyler Crowley. I was somewhat impressed with his use of a Robert Frost poem as a monologue, but I still believed he had over done it.

As soon as Tyler left the stage, I stood up gracefully, and made my way up onto the platform.

"The odor from the flower is gone, which like thy kisses breathed on me," I said as soon as everyone was settled down, wasting no time in beginning.

"The color from the flower is flown, which glowed of thee and only thee! A shriveled, lifeless, vacant form, it lies on my abandoned breast; and mocks the heart, which yet is warm," I continued, and for some reason, I found my eyes resting on her. I couldn't help it and it was as if they had been drawn there by some invisible force. I decided to continue looking at her as I continued with my monologue.

"With cold and silent rest. I weep my tears revive it not; I sigh it, breathes no more on me: Its mute and uncomplaining lot is such as mine should be," I finished. Mrs. Darbus and everyone in the gym stared at me in total awe, as if my meager audition had amazed them that much.

"Well, I do believe we've found our Romeo, unless any of you talented young men think you can beat that. The rest of you finish up your monologues and I'll see what part you will be assigned," Mrs. Darbus said, as I came down off the stage, glaring at my brother as I went. I now had the main lead part I never had any attention of playing.

As I sat in my seat listening to the other boys audition, I was tearing myself in two. Half of me wanted Isabella Swan to make the part of Juliet, while the other half did not. I had no clue why half of me wanted her to get the part. If she got it, I would have to spend a lot of my time trying not to do anything to her, so why did part of my hope she became Juliet?

I turned my head sharply to look at her, and was greeted by her own stare. She quickly dropped her eyes to the floor, avoiding my gaze.

"I would like Jessica to come up with Edward and act out Act One, Scene Five," Mrs. Darbus finally said, as I lifted myself gracefully out of my seat, followed by a too excited Jessica.

I took the script Mrs. Darbus offered me and preceded to perform my lines clearly and concisely, just as they had been intended. Jessica, on the other hand, stumbled all over hers, making me almost embarrassed to even be reading the famous scene with her, especially since she was having extremely embarrassing thoughts about myself the whole time.

"Thank Ms. Stanley, Angela please go up," Mrs. Darbus said as Jessica made a little huffing noise.

"Mrs. Darbus?" Angela said shyly and quietly from her seat. "I never wanted to be Juliet; I wanted to be the nurse."

Mrs. Darbus only looked at her for a few seconds before nodding her head, and looking for the next name of her list.

"Heather, you may go up and see how you fair with Mr. Cullen," she said, as Heather got up and came walking my way, showing over confidence in every step. She then went on to deliver all of Juliet's lines in a flirty manner, but that wasn't how I saw it. I saw her flirting as more of a display of how disparate she really was, and I was sure that was how all the other students saw it too. Her thoughts of me kissing her for about all I could take though, so the end of the dialogue could never had come fast enough.

"Thank you, Heather, I'm just not quite sure that was the way Shakespeare intended that to be read. Bella please read the script so we can how well you fair," Mrs. Darbus said, as the last and finally audition came forward. I knew there was no way she couldn't get the part, yet there was still that same internal battle going on inside my head.

I watched as Isabella Swan came up front on shaky legs, nervousness clearly written about her face. She was clutching her script for dear life, as if it was the only thing protecting her from being eaten by a lion. Little did she know that her assumption was true. I heard her heart beating extremely fast as I begin the dialogue.

"If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss," I said, staring into her eyes as I was suppose to. This close proximate pained me, but I knew I had no choice. I just had to concentrate on the dialogue and ignore the sweet scent of her blood.

"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' handsouch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss," she answered, as if she had thought of the words herself, and not as if they were original Shakespeare's.

I couldn't help but staring at her in disbelief before continuing, "Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"

"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."

"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what handshey pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair," I answered, the words flowing like they were my own.

"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."

"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged," I said, as her heart beat stopped in preparation for the next line.

"Then have my lips the sin that they have took," she said with a dead breathe, quickly looking at Mrs. Darbus so she didn't have to look at me. I could tell she was hoping Mrs. Darbus would stop us, and even if she didn't, I wasn't going to kiss her. That would be just asking to lose control.

"Magnificent. Absolutely magnificent," Mrs. Darbus said clapping her hands together. I looked over at Bella who was staring at me and we both turned to look at Mrs. Darbus in awe.

"Bella you are our Juliet and Edward you are out Romeo," she finished.

Suddenly, the emotion of being completely overwhelmed hit me at the prospect of being in a play with my greatest temptation.


Ok, so what did you guys think? I hope it was worth having to wait that long for. Maybe I can continue this one chapter a day streak. Please review! Edward's monologue was On a Dead Violet, by Percy Bysshe Shelley, if anybody was wondering.