CUPCAKE WARS CONTEST

Title: Gluttony
Pen name: Miss Snazzy
Pairing: Bella/Edward
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,551

Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyers.

Part VI

The Plan

I leaned against a thick trunk, trying to catch my breath. I hadn't heard any sign of Edward for a while, but I wasn't naïve enough to think he had just given up. When they got a taste of those cupcakes, they would stop at nothing to get their next fix.

I thought about the first time Emmett and I had them. Emmett had been near inconsolable when we discovered an empty space where the shop should've been, but he hadn't acted like a maniac. For years I've wanted to blame that cupcake for my diabetes, but I never truly believed that one little treat had caused it.

Now…I wasn't so sure.

Maybe whatever was in those cupcakes that's been causing people to lose their shit, really did trigger my diabetes. Maybe Emmett had to eat a lot of them before he started acting all nutty, explaining why nothing too strange had happened the first time he had one. After all, he was always a big boy.

Kate Konfections—whatever they are, whoever she is—she knew I would find that room and maybe…she had left me the answer to my problems.

I dug in my pocket for the object whose weight I always felt, a constant reminder of my disease. I had no idea if this would work. Actually, I had just about no faith in this plan whatsoever.

Once everything was in place, I left the safety of my tree trunk, suppressing the urge to give it a hug. Keeping my hands behind my back and thanking my lucky stars that it was always so cold here, I stepped through a break in the closely packed trees.

I stood in the clearing, waiting for Edward to come to me.

He stalked into the field looking half crazed with leaves stuck in his hair and dirt all over his clothes, as if he had torn the forest apart in his search for me.

"Where is it?" he demanded.

"It's gone," I replied calmly.

His eyes flashed.

"What do you mean it's gone?" he seethed, clenching his fists.

It is times like these that I wish I was a black belt.

"I ate it."

"You ate it?" he laughed, but I could see the fear and desperation there. "You're diabetic!"

"So I'll die," I shrugged. "Still doesn't change the fact that I ate it."

"I don't believe you." His gaze shifted pointedly to my hidden hands.

With exaggerated slowness, I brought them in front of me.

"This is all that's left," I said, raising my frosting covered finger in the air.

His eyes darted from hand to hand, as if he expected the cupcake to appear, before he fixed his gaze on my finger.

"You can have it if you want. I'm stuffed," I smiled and held my finger out to him.

He charged at me and the movement was so sudden, I didn't have time to brace myself as he tackled me to the ground. I felt the wind knock out of me from the force and I took in a quick gasping breath as his mouth latched onto my finger.

I couldn't move because of his weight on top of me and with our bodies aligned in all the right places, I could feel the heat rise up in my cheeks. I bit my lip as I watched him suck hard on my finger, his tongue swirling around to collect all traces of flavor and making my thighs clench. I let out a surprised squeak when he bit down.

After another moment of his insistent mouth and my mind actively trying to drown me with dirty fantasies, he abruptly stopped.

He released my finger and rolled onto his back beside me. I watched in fear as he began to writhe and moan in pain.

"Edward?"

He didn't respond and I stared helplessly, not knowing what to do. Several minutes passed by as I pretty much just held his hand and tugged on my hair, when he just stopped moving.

"Oh crap. I've killed him," I panicked with wide eyes. "Oh crap."

I tried to check his pulse, but I couldn't find it. Hell, I could rarely find mine when we were told to do it in Gym. I usually just made up numbers.

"Oh crap! What do I do?" I asked no one in particular. Edward couldn't hear me and I had absolutely no clue.

I stared at his lips and suddenly came up with another stupid idea. Well…it worked in the movies, didn't it?

"With my luck, this'll probably just make it worse," I muttered as I leaned over his body and pressed my lips against his.

He started coughing—practically in my mouth—and as I backed away, I couldn't help but be a little offended that he had reacted to our first kiss like that.

She needs to sort out her priorities, my mental Ron chimed.

"Edward?"

"What happened?" he rasped between coughs.

"Well apparently you ate a cupcake and went all Croatoan on me, so I…cured you."

"Did you kiss me?" he asked, squinting at me.

"What?" I squeaked. "No! Of course not," I lied.

"You kissed me," he smirked with a look that lost some of its power when he started hacking coughs again.

"Don't flatter yourself." I rolled my eyes. "You were dying and I panicked."

"So you kissed me?"

"I panicked!"

"Bella?"

"Yeah?"

"You should panic more often."

"So what do you think it was?" Rosalie asked as I sat down at our usual lunch table.

"Not sure," I shrugged, unwilling to share my real theories.

Somehow saying "I think it was Gluttony" sounded a little too crazy, even for me.

"I just can't believe those colorful little cupcakes made us act like that," Alice sighed.

Although the official cause of yesterday's insanity was said to be a violent outbreak of some variation of the flu, we knew what had really happened. Besides, apart from Jessica Stanley, who was really dumb enough to buy that load of crap?

The sound of the seat next to me being pulled out brought me back to the present. I was more than a little surprised to see Edward now sitting beside me with a smile. He never switched spots. Before I could comment on his sudden appearance, Emmett plopped down rather dramatically.

"I hate having the flu," Emmett grumbled.

We tried to suppress our laughter, but failed.

"Where'd you and Edward disappear to yesterday?" Rosalie asked me, shifting the spotlight off Emmett. She always had a soft spot for him when he was moping.

"Oh we didn't—"

"We went to go check out Kate Konfections," Edward interrupted.

I glared at him, not missing the emphasis on "we". I also mentally glared at myself, irritated at how happy that little word made me.

"Oh. What'd you find out?"

"I can't really remember…" Edward replied, furrowing his brows. "But Bella said I ate a cupcake and got infected. Then she cured me."

"There was a cure?" Rosalie shrieked at me. "Why didn't you come cure me before I obliterated my diet with about a hundred cupcakes?"

"What was the cure?" Alice asked curiously.

"Um…" I trailed off, noticing how focused Edward now was on me.

He hadn't remembered anything after I went inside the shop and I had decided to leave a few details out…

I cleared my throat. "Diabetic blood," I mumbled as quietly as possible.

I didn't dare look at Edward.

"Diabetic…" Alice trailed off, her eyes widening.

"You fed him your blood?" Rosalie asked incredulously.

"Ewww," Alice wrinkled her nose.

"How'd you manage that?" Jasper asked, not seeming to mind the idea.

Then again, we both knew you could swallow a pint of blood before you got sick.

"I used this." I pulled out my blood sugar tester. "And poked a few holes." I held up my bandaged finger. "Then I mixed it into the frosting of one of the cupcakes."

Okay, so I had changed the story a little, but no one really needed to know how I had gotten him to eat my blood except Edward, and I really didn't even want him knowing.

"Damn."

"So what about you guys?" I asked, quickly changing the subject. "The last time I saw any of you, Emmett was running around like a drugged up cross between the Hamburglar and the Cookie Monster."

"Hey!" Emmett complained at the jab.

"Emmett stole a cupcake from a little girl," Rosalie supplied helpfully.

"Emmett, you actually stole a cupcake from a little girl?" I asked, appalled.

Though if I were being honest, that really did seem like something he would do.

"She started it!" Emmett defended himself.

"Actually, it was more like Emmett yelled at her to give him her cupcake, so she kicked him in the shins," Jasper laughed. "That's when he tackled her."

"Holy crap, Emmett! Did you squash her?" I asked, horrified at his behavior.

"No, but she scratched the hell out of my face," Emmett whined and we all laughed.

I had managed to successfully avoid Edward after lunch, but since we had Biology together, I knew my luck would run out.

"Hey, Bella?"

"Yeah?"

"I remember what happened."

"You mean…" I held up my bandaged finger.

"Yes."

"Oh."

Crap.

The End.

Author's Note: So there we are. Phew. There might be a sequel once the contest is over. Keep this story on alert and I'll post an A/N chapter to let you know when the first chapter is posted. I want to thank everyone who has taken the time to read and review this. =)