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My Shiny Freak	By : Prettyflour Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 3183 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Twilight is the property of its owner- Stephanie Meyer. I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. I make no profit from this- this is for fun!

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Beta'd by Vintagejcg

It is a sad yet sparkly sight. As dawn approaches the sun on our skin is so fucking pretty, glimmering and sparkling and super distracting. Here we stand, the lot of us slack jawed, dazed in what should be fear, apprehension perhaps, but no... We are all still high. Jasper is frozen, literally. He is keeping the emotion level at a toasty high-as-a-kite level and it's kind of freaking me out. The silence is only making it worse. The sun is coming up and the garage somehow turned into firewood. I am at a loss.
Edward stands beside me, somehow shirtless and soaking wet. Alice stands beside Jasper, poking him repeatedly. Aro is standing tall, also shirtless and snickering. "What a shame. That rug really tied the room together."
Carlisle cracked a smile for a brief moment before scowling. "What the fuck are we waiting for?" He steps forward, turns and throws his hands up. "We have to get the hell out of here before Esme gets home. Look at this place. She will kill us all."
"She'll find us. Running won't do any good." Alice mumbled.
The paranoia level just shot through the roof. Nail biting ensued, everyone fearing the wrath of Esme's return.
"Where do you suppose Esme is?" Aro asked.
"Last I recall, she went out looking for midnight munchies with Carmen. That was hours ago. In the time that she has been gone, we have managed to burn down the garage. We are fucked.
Tanya, Kate and Irina just fled in hopes of makes it far enough away to clear their heads and make some sense of what the hell just happened. Cowards.
"We need a plan." Carlisle muttered. He paced for a moment and then stopped. "Alright, let's tear down the entire garage."
"WHAT?" Was the general consensus.
"Hear me out. With this amount of damage it can't be stable. It needs to come down. We use the lumber in the out building to start erecting a new one, a bigger one with an addition that includes a bigger green house. She'll love it."
We all turned to Alice, who in her current state is no help. She sighed and leaned into Jasper. "There are so many things, so many decisions to be made... The array of outcomes... The tiny variables that will change the paths of fate. We must choose and then the future will offer itself to us. Yeah... Wow. This is all so heavy. You know..."
She babbled on for a good four minutes before we reluctantly followed Carlisle's plan. Twelve minutes later the garage was no more. Forty two minutes after that an infrastructure for the addition was complete. Four hours and two trips to home depot later courtesy of Rose and Emmett, the garage and new and improved greenhouse are in the final stages of completion.
And now, six hours later, Esme has not yet come home. She is also not answering her phone or texts. Carlisle is pissed. He hasn't winked once in the past four hours.
"Alice!" He grabs her by the shoulders and shakes her. "Anything? Anything at all?"
"My husband is a statue." She looks to her somehow petrified emo throbbing mate. He remains absolutely still, befuddled in some sort of status malfunction. The bastard hasn't even batted an eyelash.
Aro now donned a pink Tori Amos shirt. He sat back and put his hands behind his head. "Carlisle, I am failing to see what all the fuss is about."
"Pfft. My wife has been gone for hours. I don't know where she is. I have no way to communicate with her. I don't know if she is alright."
"And?" Aro spurred. Before Carlisle could answer, Aro held his hands up and shook his head. "Carlisle my friend, I mean no disrespect. Esme is an immortal creature, highly capable of taking care of herself. Stop moping and take this opportunity to have a good time while she is not here to hen peck our... How does she put it? Oh yes, our crude behavior."
"Esme doesn't just run off like this. It's not like her." Carlisle added.
Aro sat up. "I will beckon Demetri."
"No!" Carlisle exclaimed. "I do not want Demetri involved. Absolutely not." He stalked off and got in Aro's face. "I am sure the Volturi guard has better things to do than chase after a missing immortal housewife. Right?"
Alice gasps and jumps up. She has the I'm-having-a-vision lack of expression. Her gaze would flicker to Edward every few seconds.
Edward shook his head and shifted closer to me, tightening his hold on my waist.
Alice shook her head right back looking panicked at best.
"What is it? Alice?" Carlisle walked toward her. Her eyes darted around and she pretended to pick at nonexistent hang nail. Carlisle then turns to Edward who is now wincing and swearing under his breath, mumbling about gambling degenerates. He leans over and kisses my forehead and whispers, "I'm sorry."
I look up at him all sorts of confused. He lets go of me and backs away quickly.
"Gotta go!" Was whispered at vampire speed and then Edward was gone.
Where did he go? When is he coming back? Why am I just standing here? Where the hell is Esme? What the fuck is wrong with Jasper? I am stunned, confused and stupefied to the point of not being able to speak.
Alice is now slowly backing away. "Well, if that's all... I am going to go somewhere far away." She picked up Jasper in his stony facade and turned away.
"Don't you dare run away Alice. Tell me where is she. Please." Carlisle looks genuinely desperate.
She threw Jasper over her shoulder and turned. "Slot machines. I see lots and lots of slot machines." And with that Alice and Jasper disappeared in the forest.
oooOOOooo
I am pacing. I don't know what else to do. I believe this is what they call, a bad comedown. Alice graced me with a quick text containing a brief explanation. Esme and Carmen are in Vegas losing extraordinary amounts of money. Oh and Esme has a serious gambling problem. That explains why Emmett and Rose have been online with cell phones glued to their ears as they check various bank accounts. Three cell phones had been destroyed as they found several accounts had already been drained dry.
I haven't heard from Edward who is evidently headed to Vegas to get Esme the hell out of there and hopefully winning some money back.
My phone just beeped. Another text from Alice letting me know that Edward will be home in two days.
Two days... Forty eight hours... Two thousand eight hundred eight minutes... One hundred seventy two thousand eight hundred seconds with no Edward. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! I'm surprised that this news is having this kind of effect on me. I feel angry. I feel cheated, but mostly I feel lonely.
I shake my head, take a deep breathe and head into the new and improved greenhouse on a mission to keep myself busy. I water my sunflowers and smile at their progress. The buds atop the stalks are all wrapped up like little bundles of sun. Soon they will be ready to open up and fill the green house with some much needed color. I organize all of Esme's herbs along the wall closest to the house and then decide to replant some of them into pots and bring them into the house. Two hours later there are plants, flowers and herbs all over the house spreading their calming scents everywhere except the bat cave because Carlisle remains steeped in the foulest of moods. Only Aro dare approach him.
In happier news, with the absence of Jasper, all drug induced feelings have vanished and thank God for that. The last thing we need right now is more stoned vampires.
Rose, Emmett and I spent a few hours hunting. They both fed on moose, but I held back, for once not feeling an intense need for blood. They teased me and accused me of sulking and I was… I miss hunting with Edward. It just isn't as fun with out the sex.
"Can you believe it Rose? Small fry isn't hungry!"
She sighed. "Poor little Swan is having Fuckward withdrawals." She snickered. "And it's only been a few hours."
"Are you two finished?" I asked and looked away as they looked longingly at each other. They can deny it all they want, but they would have been screwing like rabbits had I not come along.
Rose came up beside me and put her arm around my shoulder. "Come, Bella, I will introduce you to the greatest invention ever."
"OH! Which one are you giving her? The rabbit or the walrus?" Emmett asked and winked at me. I frowned. Rabbit? Too small to eat... Walruses? We aren't even remotely close to the coast.
Rose sighed and kissed her husband on the cheek. "Sweetie... Shut it." Then she smacked him on the arm and took off toward home.
Once at the house, Rose told Emmett that he could take the pink rims off the Jeep and burn the Powerpuff Girl floor mats if he gave us a few hours alone. He danced a jig and then drove away laughing. I followed Rose to her bedroom where she opened her closet and pulled out two brand new vibrators. I hid my face in my hands and turned to leave, but Rose blocked the door.
"Oh please, you fuck Edward all over the house and then some. Surely a sex toy isn't embarrassing you. This is my friend Mr. Rabbit." She tossed over the pink monstrosity and I looked it over. Curiosity forced me to turn the knob on the end that made the bunny ears shake at various speeds. "Those ears are magic," Rose purred. "But this one is my personal fave. I call him Wally." This one was a pale blue and was considerably longer and thicker than Mr. Rabbit. It has tusks and whiskers that sent my imagination into overdrive. My eyes widen in shock as Rose turned the knob at the bottom. It has eight speeds and it doesn't just vibrate. Its tusks spin, both clockwise and counter clockwise or alternating between the two. The whiskers shake and move in circular motions while the shaft is filled with beads that pulsate in speeds ranging from calming waves of bliss to earth shattering tsunamis.
I have certainly heard of vibrators, but Wally is the most advance form of self pleasure devices I have ever seen. It's has more functions than my blackberry. I'm impressed and scared of it at the same time.
"I know..." She breathed. She walked over to the door and motioned for me to exit. "You may want to start with Mr. Rabbit first and work your way up to Wally. Have fun!" She said while shoving me out the door. I zipped into my room and sat staring at these crazy contraptions.
I jump up as I hear a car approaching. My nose twitches as a very appetizing scent fills it. I hear a ruckus coming from the bat cave.
"What the fuck did you do?'' Carlisle yells.
"I was hungry. I ordered a little lunch." Aro replies.
Lunch? Uh oh...
My curiosity coupled with the stronger growing scent sends me flying down stairs. I hear the knock. I open the door to find a short fat man who is holding a package and smiling at me. "I'm looking for Aro Volturi."
His skin is a weird color, a result of a tanning bed I'm guessing. His round girth shoved into a tightly fitting khaki uniform. He reminds me of a twinkie with his yellow spongy outside and sweet creamy filling. Mmmmmmmm... I want to eat him.
His heart rate spikes as his eyes stare at my legs and work their way up my body. The yummy fucker is checking me out. I step toward him.
In a flash, the door slams and there are three sets of hands on me. Grabbing and pulling me away from my delectable snack. I am hungry and fighting back. Pushing away, snarling and clawing.
"MY twinkie! Give me back my twinkie!" I scream while I kick my legs out making contact with what I think is Carlisle's head. Rosalie has secured my hands and feet. Carlisle now has his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. I must kick him harder next time.
Emmett is standing in front of me, his hands holding my face. "Stop Bella. You don't want that."
The venom that had been pooling in my mouth is dripping down my chin. My thoughts are vats of blood. My throat has become a scalding, boiling inferno. The thirst... The fucking thirst is demanding to be sated by that tasty chap on the porch.
Human Bella has been bound and gagged, while the devil Bella is sitting on my shoulder, kicking her legs out like a very happy schoolgirl on a swing. She giggles and taps her finger against her temple.
I know what I have to do.
I stop struggling. I stop breathing. I create the illusion of resistance until Rose and Carlisle release me from their hold. Emmett stays in position, his grip on my jaw tightening. He is not buying this. Smart guy.
I smile as I lean forward and say, "Let me go."
I give a quick glance at Carlisle and Rosalie. "Don't move." See that. Now Jasper isn't the only statue.
Emmett growls as he removes his hands, his eyes pleading with me. "You do this and you will regret it."
I hear the muffled screams of human Bella. She struggles and gets a hand free only to shake a disappointed finger at me. I look past Emmett at the door and I hear my finger-lickin-good delivery boy walking away.
Human Bella is now free from her bindings and she is pulling devil Bella's hair. There is a will power throw down taking place in my mind. My multiple personalities are back with a vengeance.
"Bella, look at me." My eyes move to Rosalie. "Stop focusing on what is outside the door and start focusing on controlling yourself."
"Fuck you!" I spit venom at her.
She smiles. "Come on... We both know you can manipulate yourself."
Human Bella pushes her nemesis off my shoulder and prances over to my ear to whisper, "The bitch is right. Stop trying to eat the human. Make yourself walk away. Besides, you don't even like twinkies."
I do not like twinkies.
I do not like twinkies.
I do not like twinkies.
I do not like twinkies.
It's not working! I internally scream at human Bella. I must try something else.
Humans are friends, not food?
Fuck... My inner monologue has been reduced to a line from Finding Nemo. This is my mantra? I'm doomed.
Human Bella shrugs. "I like it. Fish to sharks, humans to vampires. The same principle applies. I say we go with it." She gives me a thumbs up and waves me away.
Humans are friends, not food.
Humans are friends, not food.
Humans are friends, not food.
Humans are friends, not food.
My cream filled pastry is in his car, driving away. Human Bella does a victory dance while the devil Bella begs me to chase him and I hate myself because I want to....
Human Bella starts to look bored. She shakes and head and says "You asked for it."
I can see my mother's face in my head. Her cheeks lined with tears, her expression bleak. My father... My grandma Swan, Jake, Edward... Anyone who has ever meant anything to me is looking at me in horror and fear.
But my growl does not subside. Human Bella is stamping her foot and screaming at me to get a grip. Her influence is not enough. Something is missing... This damned urge to feed is not going away. It is only getting stronger. I want my fucking twinkie and I want it now.
I suddenly feel a tightness in my chest and a churning in my stomach that makes me want to double over. There is an insane amount of guilt wracking my psyche and it is manifesting into some kind of physical torture.
Shame... Buckets and buckets of shame for what I want to do. Mammoth humiliation for my behavior. Colossal anger at Aro for causing this. Immense contempt for Alice not seeing this. Jumbo rage with a heaping side of frustration. Gargantuan disgust because I feel helpless and unable to stop myself. Behemoth disappointment that I am acting like a newborn.
I am on my knees, crazy intense emotions rolling over me in waves, drowning me. My arms shoot out to fruitlessly search for my compassion, my humanity, anything that will ground me. I'm grasping at the hollow space that Edward isn't here to fill. I call his name but he doesn't answer. He isn't here. He can't help me. I close my eyes and repeat my cheesy fucking mantra over and over and over.
I haven't taken a breath in thirty seven minutes. My inner commentary continues to mock my natural instincts. My eyes are still closed for I don't want to see anyone.
The weight slowly lifts off my shoulders and I take in a breath. I can feel arms around me and I realize that I am being held. I recognize the scent.
"Jasper?"
He pulls some stray hairs away from my face. "I'm here."
I can feel his calming influence, yet the shame is still there. I shudder and fall into him, crying tearless cries. He doesn't say anything. He silently holds me while I sob.
"Bella?"
I look up at him.
"Are you alright?" He asks.
"I don't know," I whisper.
He shifts me off his lap and faces me.
"I'm sorry for throwing all of those emotions at you. It was the only way to stop you."
I almost laugh. I should have known those horrid emotions I was being bombarded with were from him. The nerve...
Who am I kidding? I am mentally worn out and way too thankful for his abilities to be annoyed with him.
He takes my hand. "I have been there. I couldn't let you do that." He pauses for a moment. "I've killed people Bella. The guilt and shame I threw at you is nothing compared to what you feel when you take someone's life. It eats away at you... Drives you crazy. You do not want that. Trust me."
"You're right. I don't want that. I just feel so horrible... You sure you're not still radiating a little shame onto me?"
He smirks. "That is all you Bella. I am done dishing it out, but it's a good thing you know?"
I shoot him a questioning look.
"What you are feeling right now... It is a good thing. The moment you no longer have remorse for killing or wanting to kill, that is the moment where your humanity is lost. Hold on to what you feel right now. Keep it with you always, because you will live forever and your thirst for blood will be unending. Control will come to you with time, but even those with the best control can lose sight of why we strain to control ourselves in the first place."
I nod and wipe my nose out of habit and Jasper laughs at me. "You still act very human sometimes."
He stands up and offers me his hand. I roll my eyes and rise to my feet with out his help. He sighs. "Why don't I call Edward? I am sure if he knew... He would come home."
"No Jazz. Please don't. He has been gone for less than a day... "
"Are you sure?"
I nod, but if I am being truthful to myself, I want him to get his ass back here ASAP, but I can't tell Jazz that. It's bad enough that I feel empty without Edward here. I can't stand the fact that I need him so much. It makes me feel week.
"It gets easier." He reassures me. "It's difficult to be away from your mate, especially so soon after coming together. And just so you know, he feels it too."
I huffed. "Yeah, sure. He hasn't even called me."
"He hasn't called because Alice advised him against it."
"What? Why?" She did what? I'll kill her.
He put his hands up. "She had a vision and-"
"I said don't wink at me!" Carlisle yelled, his voice coming from outside. Jasper and I ran to the window to see Carlisle and Aro staring at each other.
"Carlisle! Relax! No blood, no foul, eh?" Aro laughed. Carlisle pounced and tackling him to the ground with a force that made the house shake.
"How could you? Stop laughing you old bastard. There is nothing even remotely funny about this." Carlisle proceeded to punch him in the gut a few times and then stopped suddenly, He rose and stepped back warily. "I have never judged you for your choice of diet and I have never pressured you to live the way I do. I would appreciate the same respect."
"I said I was sorry." Aro said as he stood up and dusted himself off. His arm was twisted in an unnatural shape. He shook it out and winced as it popped back in place. "I was just having a little fun. Come on... A delivery man... Tell me you didn't find that to be a tad amusing."
Carlisle did not answer. Aro smiled. "There is one thing that eludes me however... What the devil is a twinkie?"
I am filled with a deep seated hatred for Uncle Aro. I want to make him pay. I want to start soon. I grab Jasper's arm and pull him into my bedroom. I didn't want Aro to hear, So I text Jasper.
To: Jazz
From: Bella
Subject: The sweetest revenge
I need dirt on Aro. I need to know what he hates, his pet peeves, anything you can tell me that will drive him to the brink of insanity and beyond.
He giggles before replying.
To: Bella
From: Jazz
Subject: I pity the fool who messes with you
I have a few suggestions.
Aro despises country music.
I applied a fine layer of super glue to my ear buds and slipped them into Aro's ears, having loaded 300 of the the finest in country music today onto his ipod. He fell to his knees and shrieked. While he was incapacitated, Carlisle swiped his cell and removed all his ringtones and replaced them with Garth Brook's greatest hits. I watched in triumph as Aro ripped half of his own ear off trying to remove one of the earbuds and I relished my own elation in his total breakdown. I had no idea vampires could vomit. Bella one. Aro zip.
Second, Aro can not stand modern day vampire television shows. I MADE him sit in the great room, where I gathered every television in the house on one wall and played True Blood, Moonlight, Blood Ties, Forever Knight and Aro's personal worst, The Vampire Diaries. He wretched as though he were going to vomit again, but alas I think there was nothing left after the Billy Ray Cyrus I subjected him too. Then the crazy prick tried to close his eyes to escape the images. "Open you eyes!" I commanded and he did. "Come on Uncle Aro, I know you have a thing for Stephan. Why don't I just pause it for you."
I left the image on the screens and enjoyed every second of that twisted fuck's disapproval. "OK, who's ready for season two?"
He cried, begged and wailed with every ounce of energy he could muster. I did not relent.
"OMG! UOK?"
Oh, did I forget to mention that Uncle Aro has an irrational fear of acronyms?
"LOL"
"ROFL"
"K"
"LMFOA"
"TRDMC"
"SOL"
"FU MOFO"
"TTFN"
"BRB"
"SICS"
"WTF U FUBARD BFF?"
"BTW WB"
I think you get the idea.
For eight hours we subjected Aro to scenes from The Vampire Diaries, while blasting ear piercing volume country music, while spouting every known and unknown stupid acronym that we could think of.
He winced, cringed, recoiled and begged me to stop. He begged for forgiveness. He promised to never dangle a twinkie in front of me again.
I stood in front of him feeling not an pinch of remorse, even if he is a few french fries short of a happy meal. This McDouchebag aint going nowhere. I put the ear buds back in his ears, minus the superglue. "You will leave these in."
I sighed out of boredom. "I'm not through with you yet, you pervy hobbit fancier. You shall stay here until I say otherwise. That is all."
"Bella!!!!!! Please don't do this to me!!!!"
"I said good day! Carlisle, come with me." I dragged him out of the room and up into the bat cave.
"I'm bored." I stated.
He sat at his desk and put on Monty Python's Flying Circus. "Edward has been texting me with updates. He has made tremendous progress at the Bellagio. At this rate, he will make up for all of Esme's losses and then some."
I pouted. "He texted you?"
Carlisle quickly changed the subject. "All those movie quotes the other night and I didn't hear a single Monty Python quote from you. I was very disappointed," he said with a wink and then proceeded to log on to Ebay. He rubbed his hands together and giggled, ignoring the movie. He paced, checking his laptop every five seconds or so. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Without a word, he took one out, lit it up and proceeded to smoke it.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I said while waving away the stinky ass smoke he blew at me.
"I'm nervous." He replied. "Got the Ebay Jeebies."
"The what? Why are you smoking? It is not as if the nicotine can give you any sort of relief." I shot a questioning eyebrow up and watched as he smoked away. At least he can't get cancer...
"You know what they say... Old habits. Now shush! I'm currently bidding on twenty six auctions, all which end in the next two minutes. The anticipation is marvelous." He smoked and paced and hovered over the laptop refreshing and scanning his auctions. Ready to outbid anyone who dare bid against him.
I shook my head and pulled out my blackberry.
To: Edward
From: Bella
Subject: Fire hazards
Carlisle is smoking.
I hit send and waited for his reply while Carlisle typed away at vampire speed, upping his bid on the vintage David Bowie T-Shirt. And my phone just beeped.
To: Bella
From: Edward
Subject: Re: Fire hazards
Smoking? How did he catch fire? I assume you put him out. You should if you haven't already.
To: Deadward
From: Bella
Subject: cigarettes you asshole!
Yes, Uncle Aro and I have destroyed Carlisle and he is now a smoking pile of ash. Oops.
P.S. Carlisle is smoking cigarettes.
Carlisle is now threatening bodily harm to his Mac book. Telling it he will rip it apart if it doesn't go faster. Beep.
To: Bella
From: Edward
Subject: What???
Vampires don't smoke.
I huff before replying.
To: SofuckingDeadward
From: Bella
Subject: Right now I am rolling my eyes at you
Apparently they do or at least Carlisle does. So there. Smugpire.
He replies almost immediately.
To: Bella
From: Edward
Subject: Don't roll your eyes at me!
That's new. And you're telling me this because....
I stop texting and close the phone. Why am I telling him? To be honest, I really don't know. What I do know is that I am angry and sad and I think it's because I miss Edward. Which I will freely admit sounds pathetic seeing as though I have only been away from him for less than twenty four hours. Carlisle is so wrapped up in his auctions, that he doesn't even notice when I get up and head into my bedroom.
I plop onto the bed, curl myself into a ball and pretend to sleep while wallowing in my own self loathing and misery, not to mention cursing Edward for leaving me sexless for 2 days. Damn... he really did turn me into a nymphomaniac. I swear he did! I am suffering in my wretched addiction to Edward. I bury my head in his pillow and gulp down his scent like an alcoholic on a drinking binge. I pray for his return. I wonder what would happen if I tried to make him come home now? Could I manipulate via phone or email? Probably not... I scream into the pillow for lack of anything better to do.
Carlisle walks in and cocks his head to the side. "Bella, apathy isn't going to help your boredom problem."
I lay on my side and face him and decide to indulge him in a question that I have been thinking about ever since Aro's ripped half of his ear off.
"I have a question. Let's say I ripped someone's leg off, but said leg made a mysterious disappearance. If we don't have the leg then we can't glue it back on with venom. What happens then?"
His jaw drops open. His nostrils flare. There was not a wink to be seen. "Whose leg did you rip off?"
I laugh. "I didn't rip anyone's leg off. I'm just obnoxiously curious."
"You swear? I better not find Emmett with one leg."
"I swear that all vampires in a fifty mile radius have two legs. Are you going to answer my question?"
He glares at me. "It would grow back."
"Really? How long would it take?"
"Growing back a limb takes a substantial amount of time. Months, maybe more depending the size of the body part and of course our choice of diet would slow down the healing process."
"Another question. The diet thing... You gave me human blood when my arm was torn off. Wouldn't you do the same if I ripped Emmett's leg off and somehow managed to destroy it?"
"I would try but that type of healing it much more intense. It would require much more blood than I could get from a blood bank. Even if I were working in a hospital, there is no way I could take that much without arousing suspicion."
"So, aside from shredding and torching, is there any other way to cause our death?"
He smirked. "As you know, limbs can be reattached or grow back if need be. Our skin can only be penetrated by the teeth or fingernails of another immortal or werewolves unfortunately. Bullets will literally bounce off of us. Our bones can break, but the venom reattaches them in seconds, so that is really more of a small bother if anything and it happens quite often, so don't be alarmed when it does. We don't need oxygen therefore we can not drown. We can not starve to death. As Rosalie explained, the only thing that can do us in is to be completely dismembered and all the pieces must be burned to ash."
"Another question. Let's say I tore Rosalie apart, into many many pieces and then I proceeded to burn her, but I forgot a toe on the lawn."
He looked amused and disgusted at the same time as he glared at me. "What is wrong with you?"
I rolled my eyes at him. "Shut up and answer my question."
"I can't shut up and answer your question. Which one is it going to be?" He smirked.
"Answer please."
"In order for us to actually be killed, all viable body parts must be completely destroyed."
"So, what happens to the toe?"
He leans back and folds his arms across his chest. "Emmett would find the toe, soak it in a mixture of blood and venom and about a year later Rosalie would kill you and mark my words, she wouldn't make the mistake of forgetting any toes."
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