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My Shiny Freak	By : Prettyflour Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 3183 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It took two years; two long-ass, fucking years before I could live like a normal vegetarian vampire, if there is such a thing.
I gave Alaska the finger and ran screaming, literally. We had put it to a vote, and the entire family had a say in whether or not I was ready, and when they said yes… I kissed every one of them, grabbed Edward's hand and ran like hell. I skipped away at vampire speed and had bouts of sudden high pitched giggles come over me. We ran south, no particular destination in mind, occasionally stopping when we came across a human just so I could point and laugh at them. What? At least I didn't eat them.
Carlisle theorized that my blood lust heightened my sense of smell, which was a blessing in disguise because humans stink. Seriously! Yes, their blood was super appetizing, but there was almost always something nasty smelling that swayed my natural urge to drain them dry. Did you know that human hair emits the weirdest oily smell? And don't even get me started on all the other mortal funk-tastic shenanigans. There's sweat, foul body odor, snot, ear wax, toe cheese, badly wiped asses, the list goes on and on. To top that off, the living imbibe all sorts chemicals, drugs, and crazy, rotten smelling food that makes their breath take on a horrendous fume, putting my sense of smell into utter turmoil. Ug! Then there is human illness and disease. Infection is most likely the most hideous stench I have ever encountered. I may have yacked up blood after smelling that. Disgusting!
There was only one time that I came dangerously close to killing someone. Edward and I had traveled to Seattle on a cloudy day and were chilling at the Washington Park Arboretum when I smelled the fucking rankest thing ever. There was a man sitting on a bench nearby, his blood absent of anything that would get my venom flowing, it was sour and completely putrid.
"What the fuck is that?" I asked wrinkling my nose.
"Cancer," Edward answered.
That word made me cringe. Although I couldn't conjure the memory, I knew from my journal that I had suffered ovarian cancer as a human. Edward leaned down and put his arm around my shoulder, whispering to me. He had gleaned that the man's life would be over soon, he had weeks at the most. He looked void of life, gaunt, pale and miserable. And he smelled like… Death.
I wanted to kill him.
Not drink his blood, just put him out of his very apparent misery.
I stood up and prepared to walk to him, Edward grabbing my hand. "What are you doing?"
I squeezed his hand and made him stay put. Letting go of his hand, I approached the man. He looked up from where he sat with red rimmed eyes. He stared at me for several long moments, neither one on us saying anything.
I decided not to kill him. Instead I manipulated him into a peaceful oblivion. His labored breathing calmed and he smiled up at me before saying, "I'm dying, you know."
I shrugged. "I'm already dead, it's not so bad."
He laughed, leaned back, and then the smelly man winked at me. I took that as our cue to leave.
~O~
And The Two Sparkles Become One
Mr. and Mrs. Carlisle Cullen
Request the honor of your presence
to share in the joy of the marriage of
Edward and Isabella
April 24th 2013
Volterra, Italy
Reception to follow
Entertainment provided by Jemo, available upon request
~O~
My wedding... It somehow became a huge production. To my utter surprise, Emmett transformed into wedding planner extraordinaire, complete with high pitched squeals at dresses, constant rifling through bridal magazines, and insistence that no expense be spared since Carlisle and Esme offered to pay for the whole thing. Suckers! Yeah, I was all for a wedding but I never imagined it would end up being this big or extravagant, and I hadn't really done much of anything besides claim veto power.
I saw a whole different side of Emmett, a very girly side. Who knew?
With a drill-Sergeant-like demeanor, Emmett's bridezilla tendencies knew no bounds. Clearly this did not bode well with Alice. They were constantly trying to best each other, bigger, better, more, more, more.
My wedding... was happening the next day, in the grand hall of Volterra with close to one hundred immortal guests.
Esme was on a mission to find my long lost favorite flower. She gathered hordes of flowers to try and jog my memory. "Calla Lily?"
I sighed, remembering nothing. "No."
"Orchid?" She shoved the beautiful orange orchid in my face.
"No." I plopped down on the couch. "Maybe we should just give up."
She narrowed her eyes at me. "Don't be such a negative Nelly. I have a feeling we'll find it. Gerber daisy?"
I looked at the pretty daisy and felt no hint of recognition. "No."
She continued to bombard me with flowers, steadfast in her mission.
"I heard Carlisle talking about possibly going to New York. Are we moving?"
She smiled. "Well, Carlisle and I are headed to upstate New York, we have a cabin on Lake Ontario. You and Edward will be on the island, Rose and Emmett are headed to the house in Wisconsin and Alice and Jasper haven't decided where they are going yet."
"Oh," I frowned. "So... Everyone is separating?"
"We do that every once in a while. It's nice to have a break, you know? Gardenia?"
I sniffed. "Nope."
I felt oddly sad. Living with seven vampires could be a major pain in the ass, but it had its great moments too. I would miss everyone. I sniffed again, but not at the flower.
"The time apart is good for us, and I, for one, am enjoying not having to play the mother hen to six teenagers. It may have been cute the first time..." She trailed off, waving her hand. "Freesia?"
It was pretty and smelled good too, but I shook my sadly, remembering naught.
Rose breezed into the room and sat down on the couch, mega-scowl blazing. "My husband is looking at wedding cakes. I think he's finally lost it."
"Cake? Why? It's not like we'll eat it." I scowled too.
"It's tradition!" He yelled from the great hall where he was currently planning the seating arrangement and grumbling about who to sit at George Carlin's table.
"Tulip?"
Sniff, look, "No."
Rose sighed, curling up and put her head on the arm of the sofa. "How are you feeling, Bella? Excited?"
I smiled, looking forward to the day to come. "Hell yes." I closed my eyes and imagined walking down the aisle and legally binding myself to Edward.
She snorted. "I remember my first wedding. Emmett and I eloped in Vegas. Married by a man who looked like Elvis, white sequined jump-suit and the whole shebang."
"No way!" I was shocked, I would have pegged her as a big elaborate wedding kind of gal and Emmett... Well, his recent behavior suggested wedding perfection.
"Way." She got this dreamy, far-away look in her eyes. "We've been married six times. Vegas, twice, traditional church, on the beach, simple courthouse ceremony and the last one was in India and I wore the most exquisite sari."
"Hydrangea?" Esme was waving a bushel of delightful blue flowers which I didn't connect with.
"Damn!" She shook her head and pulled out another. "Iris?"
"Sorry, no."
Jesus chose this moment to burst into the room. Hands on his hips, he narrowed his eyes at me and said, "Carlisle? You're letting Carlisle marry you? Is this some kind of joke?"
I chuckled. Edward had asked Carlisle to marry us and yes, he was actually an ordained minister, sort-of legally. Jesus had offered his services and I had politely declined. Then I found out what a whiny bitch Jesus could be. He had been writing me letters asking me to reconsider, and then he'd bought a cell phone and called me incessantly until I got fed up and changed my number.
He scoffed. "You're turning down me for Carlisle? I'm Jesus for Christ's sake!"
He was about to protest when Kate and Irina strode into the room wearing matching school girls outfits.
"Hey, Jesus," they said in unison.
He smiled widely as he checked them out. "Hello, ladies. How are my darling little veggie eaters doing today?"
Irina giggled and asked, "Is that a new robe?"
He wiggled his eyebrows and walked to them, his robe swinging with each step. Irina took his right arm while Kate took his left. She looked back and winked at me. I winked back greatly appreciating the fact that they had just saved me from Jesus. Hallelujah!
As they were approaching the door, Jesus stopped. "Jemo is going to be at the reception, yes?"
I snorted. Fucking druggie. Seriously, he was Jemo's most frequent client.
"Yes."
He smiled. "Good, I'll be back."
~O~
"Will you stop crying?" Marcus rolled his eyes and Caius held a white silk handkerchief to his eyes.
"It's just... Oh!" Caius faux blew his nose and heaved a great sigh. "I just love weddings."
"Bella! No!" Alice was standing before me, a scowl taking over her face. "How can you do this to me?"
I sighed. "Alice... Please just let this go. I let you pick the dress."
I tapped my foot, clad in a plaid Converse All Star.
Emmett snickered then glared at Alice. "You picked the dress, I picked the shoes. Bitch."
Alice growled, Emmett did too.
"Enough!" Carmen hissed and smacked both of them in the back of their heads. "Get out!"
She shooed them away before smoothing out my dress and fluffing my hair. "You look beautiful, Bella. Come, it's time."
I walked down the hall, Carmen on one arm, Esme on the other. When we turned the corner and saw Edward I then paused to drool on myself.
He was perfection. He was waiting for me. The aisle suddenly seemed way too long.
His hair was a little wild, just the way I liked it. He eyes were light and shining. We had fed together last night, tradition be damned. We had hunted well, and thoroughly enjoyed each other afterward. The memory was making me wet.
He smiled then, flashed me his cocky, fuck hot grin. I smiled back at him.
My eyes traveled down above the low collar of his tux, where his scar was visible and I got wetter at the sight of it. Then I saw what he was holding.
Lilacs.
And I remembered.
Suddenly I was standing in front of him, my hand in his, bringing the flowers to my nose inhaling deeply; reveling in the memory of standing in my mom's kitchen at the open window savoring the smell of lilacs in spring.
I looked up at Edward, his free hand cupping my jaw. My emotions ran wild with love and appreciation while I let him read my mind and share this precious memory. I smooshed my face into his neck and a lilac petal went up my nose. I snorted and inhaled the damn thing. I coughed it up and laughed my ass off as it landed on Carlisle's forehead.
He left it there, winked at me, and then married me to Edward.
~O~
"Mrs. Cullen?" With a smirk, Edward took my hand and led me into the great hall of Volterra. There was thunderous applause as we made our way under an arbor of lilacs and into a room the likes of which I had never seen.
Volterra made the Playboy mansion look like a dive. Everything was decadent and blatantly ostentatious. There were twenty four gigantic crystal chandeliers, and dark blue draperies hung from every wall bearing the Cullen crest. A platform had been set up with what looked like two gold thrones and behind it was another drapery upon which was the Cullen crest as well as a silver swan.
There were lilacs everywhere.
There were gobs of immortals milling about, most of which I had met and a few friends of the family which I hadn't. Caius was strutting his stuff by the in-ground pool, chatting up James Dean who wore nothing but a gold thong. There were several servers handing out jewel encrusted goblets.
I leaned into Edward. "Is that..."
He nodded. "Blood."
I raised an eyebrow and Eleazar zipped over and handed me one. "Mountain lion," he said as he handed one to Edward.
"Congratulations to both of you." He raised his goblet and we followed suit; clinked them together then drank.
Mountain lion indeed, and it was warm. It was a little strange, drinking from a cup. I had come to associate drinking blood with sex and I found myself wanting to flee the room to have my way with my husband.
The room was suddenly filled with the sound of goblets clinking together along with various hoots and hollers urging us to kiss. So we did. It started as one sweet kiss, and then another. The taste of blood sent us quickly into a series of long wet kisses that made everyone one around whoop and cheer.
Jesus shouted, "Orgy! Orgy!"
Thankfully, everyone ignored him.
Marcus approached us then, goblet in hand. "Edward! Bella! So good to see you two again." He shook Edward's hand and then leaned in to kiss my cheek.
"Is that human?" I asked motioning to his cup.
He giggled. "Yes, donated of course. It's Joe Jonas!" He bounced up and down pointing to one of the boys on his Jonas Brothers T-Shirt. "They were touring in Italy last week and participated in a blood drive!" He happily skipped away clutching the goblet to his chest.
More clinking. More kissing.
A live band played and we danced. Jemo was traipsing around getting everyone high. Emmett was trying to hide behind Rose from a very frisky Caius. George Carlin and Bruce Lee were chilling by the enormous fireplace, both high and cackling at nothing. James Dean and Tanya had disappeared into the grotto. Jesus, Kate, and Irina were hanging from one of the chandeliers. Carlisle had changed out of his tux and into his leather pants and a Ramones T-shirt, much to Esme's dismay. Alice had made quite a spectacle of burning Carlisle's beloved Doors shirt which he had given her willingly after she successfully remained sober for six months. Jane was sporting a non-stop grin as Vicky rolled around on brand new ruby encrusted roller skates. She rolled on over and bowed before us. Then she started juggling six objects, one of which was Aro's head.
"Watch it, Vicky! You just poked me in the eye!" He grumbled and winced when she did it again.
It was all very amusing, but there was only one thing that really held my interest.
My husband. I smiled and buried my face into his chest. Yeah, I sniffed him. I always do.
Edward took my hand and led me up a flight of stairs and through a set of heavy drapes onto a balcony over-looking the courtyard below. The night air was cool and refreshing, the scent of lilacs swirling in the air outside
Taking my hand, Edward kissed the finger that held my wedding ring and looked deep into my eyes.
"Look," he whispered and pointed to a couple that was sitting on a bench at the far end of the court. A man sat with his arm around the shoulder of woman who looked so very familiar.
I stepped forward and put my hand on the stone rail. My other hand flew to my mouth as I gasped and crumpled as I recognized my mother.
She was alive, smiling and thriving, and damn did she smell good, but I digress.
I looked up at Edward with what I hoped was adoration in its most basic form.
"I love you," I told him. "I love you so much that words cannot describe…" I trailed off, too emo to continue.
I wrapped my arms around him in a crushing hug and thanked him over and over again. He held me and kissed me softly before my mother and her husband walked away. We sat out there a while just holding each other.
"I can't wait until we get to the island," Edward murmured, kissing the spot below my ear.
I groaned in agreement which made him chuckle. Leaning down, he kissed the scar on my neck. He looked at me then, his expression a mix of hope and longing.
"Are you happy?"
I stared back at him, unable to smile any wider. "Fuck yes."
~O~
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