If you want reality, don't read fiction based on fictional worlds. I'm not going to attempt to justify physics or appeal to any sense of what is "age-appropriate". Escapism is a dying art.

Disclaimer: I make no claim to own the characters I am writing about, as Stephanie Meyer, author of Twilight, owns them as "Intellectual Property." I am not now, nor would I ever consider in the future, accepting payment in any form (save for my direct experience using the English language creatively) for the writing of this particular piece of literature. This story is for entertainment purposes and self-education.

Now… without further ado… the chapter update you may very well have been waiting years for…

For the Love of Edward, Chapter 5 – "Family Ties"

"Alice!" she slipped inside as I closed the door behind my "sister". The backpack jingled faintly, as she made a beeline for the bedroom. Black spikes peeked from behind the velvety mattress. With one hand, the bed was moved and the mounted metal rings were revealed.

Ring mounts?

I flew into the room, everything as I had seen it in her head. "Dear Brother, you are in my light."

"Sister, may I ask how you were aware of my Haven? And why you have turned my room of love into a torture chamber?" My foot tapped impatiently, bright white teeth smiling in my direction.

"Thank me, Edwardo." A growl curled around itself in my throat. She giggled. "You really don't want me to tell you how this could have gone." I was sobered in an instant.

"Thank you, Alley Cat." Her eyebrows came together as she unzipped the bag, hurling a bottle of green minty liquid at my face. I deflected it, watching Alice position herself in front of the wall of candles towards which the bottle was heading. Adequately positioned, she caught it easily before depositing it in the waistband of my pants – from behind.

"That's your secret weapon. Use it wisely." A familiarly patterned chain rose link by link from the black bag. I wasn't even able to form a quip about the absurdity of a vampire needing mouthwash, as immaculately groomed as we were in our family.

"Jasper's restraints? I thought Carlisle destroyed them so they couldn't be used against us."

"He couldn't possibly destroy them. I saw where he hid them before Jasper could wipe his mouth after feeding. Now, I know why." Having secured the chains, I saw the next step in her head.

"Assume the position, Mister Cullen. Then I'm getting out of here before I see something I can't unsee."