This story is completely random... but I'm kinda proud of it :)
The Cullens watch 'The Ring', a horror movie about a little girl named Samara, and when you watch her video tape, the phone rings and says seven days, then after seven days she comes through your television screen and kills you...
That movie scared the living daylights out of me, so it makes me feel better to think it may have scared a Cullen or two... or seven!!
Enjoy! :)
A quiet twilight finalized another sunlit day in Forks and granted freedom to the Cullen household. Rare and boring, these particular nights annoyed the Cullens to the point of enduring 'scary' movies. Usually these movies had no effect on any of the Cullens, after all, Carlisle, Esme, Edward, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper and Alice have, without a doubt, witnessed more horror in their lives than any scary movie could ever portray. Or so they thought, those foolish, charming vampires. And what movie, do you ask, could possibly be so terrifying, so teeth-chattering, to send the Cullen's over the edge?
The Ring.
Emmett's choice.
The movie finished and the credits began to roll. Edward walked so very slowly, considering his vampirism, towards the television. He raised a trembling hand to the eject button of the DVD player, and pushed it gently. The small silver disc ascended too quickly for Edward's liking (causing him to flinch violently) from within the machine and stopped, waiting for Edward to pick it up and place it back in it's cover. Edward stood, unmoving. Hand still raised, staring at the disc. Fear stricken.
'Emmett... you take it.' Edward whispered, lowering his trembling hand and turning to face his likewise shaking brother.
'No way, man. I choose life.' Emmett shook his head violently, tucking his long legs into his chest protectively, as if they would drop off without support.
'J-Jasper?' Edward turned to his newest brother, half pleading.
'I would but- HOLY CROW WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?' Jasper was halfway through his sentence when a small, innocent owl hooted outside one of the many large windows surrounding the Cullen mansion.
Everyone screamed.
Jasper grabbed Alice's arm and flung himself over the back of his long leather couch, pulling Alice with him. Carlisle buried his head in a pillow and Esme, trying to make herself as small as possible, curled into a small ball next to her husband. Rosalie screamed the loudest, bravely throwing her nail file at the television screen ('Take that, TV!') and shielding her eyes with her arm. Emmett roared in horror and tried to crawl under the large, green rocking chair he had been sitting in, but of course he was too big. So he picked up the rocking chair, lay down on the floor and placed the rocking chair on top of him. Edward fell to his knees and threw his arms over his head. No one moved for several moments.
'Is she... g-gone?' Rosalie stuttered, opening a small, curious eye to peer out the window.
'Who?' Esme asked, lifting her head slightly to gaze questioningly at her eldest daughter.
'Samara' Rosalie hissed, everyone screamed... again.
'It's okay... calm down everyone it was just an owl.' Carlisle explained, lowering his pillow-shield from his eyes to point out the window at the suspected owl.
'An evil owl?' Emmett asked seriously, everyone flinched and turned to look at the owl. It hooted once more, and screaming erupted in the Cullen's lounge.
Edward was the first to compose himself. 'No,' He stammered, 'It's just a normal owl.'
'You'd like me to believe that, wouldn't you Samara?!' Emmett's voice boomed through the old mansion. Everyone flinched at the name.
'I am not S-' Edward looked around at his cowering family, deciding to spare them. 'I am not her.'
'Prove it!' Emmett hissed, holding the rocking chair steadily above him.
'She is a little girl and I am an immortal vampire!' Edward huffed, looking around him warily.
'She's immortal too! GET AWAY FROM ME!' Emmett roared, searching his pockets for a weapon to throw at 'Samara.' Finding only a packet of tic-tacs, Emmett decided they would have to do. One by one, Emmett threw the tic-tacs at his brother.
'Emmett, you're immortal t- stop that! Emmett, I- cut it out! It's- Emmett stop!' Edward began dodging the tic-tacs, sliding easily out of the way.
'Be gone, demon! To the fresh-breathed fires of hell!' Emmett roared, running out of tic-tacs and throwing the box instead, missing Edward by inches.
'Cut it out! I am not Samara!' Edward hissed the final word, completing his sentence. Everyone flinched again.
'Oh yeah? Well-' Emmett began, but was cut off.
'Emmett, no one is S- the girl, alright?' Carlisle tried to look brave for his family, but his voice cracked and he was still holding his pillow-shield tight to his chest.
Silence rang through the Cullen mansion, no one moved. Golden eyes shone through the darkening lounge as the merciless sun disappeared behind the betraying edges of the forest. Twilight was cruel tonight.
'Edward, grab that disc before it scratches, thanks to Emmett our bill for the movie store has trippled in the past month.' Carlisle instructed his first son, nodding towards the disc in encouragement.
'But-' Edward was cut off, as the phone rang. The screaming re-erupted through the mansion, the only difference this time was, the screaming didn't stop. Rosalie sprang from her couch, threw the rocking chair off Emmett and wrapped her arms around him, Emmett in turn, held her close. Jasper, his hand still fastened to Alice's arm as though welded there, raced over to Edward and sat by him, pulling Alice into a tight embrace, stroking her hair as her small frame trembled into his chest. Carlisle pulled Esme across the room and sat her gently by Edward, before striding towards the house phone, hanging on the wall opposite to the television.
All this happened before the second ring of the telephone could be heard. Carlisle reached for the phone and slowly picked it up, his thumb hovering over the answer button.
'Carlisle, no!' Esme sobbed.
'Esme...' Edward hissed, fastening his mother by his side.
'N-no!' Esme stuttered, extending a long white arm to reach for her husband.
'Esme, it's alright! Edward...' Carlisle begged, turning to his son.
Edward nodded in understanding, took his mother's outstretched arm and held it securely at his side. Carlisle nodded a small thanks to Edward before turning back to the phone. Carlisle masked all terror on his face for his family, but his eyes betrayed him as he took one last look at his cowering family, before pressing the small green button firmly, and holding the telephone to his ear.
'Hello?' Carlisle half whispered.
'Seven days...' The voice in the phone whispered eerily.
'WHAT?' Carlisle roared, almost dropping the phone. Everyone jumped.
'I said, may I speak to Doctor Cullen please?' The voice repeated.
'I- oh, yes you can, I mean yes, this is Doctor Cullen speaking, who is this?'
'OH MY GOD IT'S HER!' Emmett roared, cowering behind his wife, who was shaking her head in disbelief.
'Emmett shush, you don't know that!' Alice spoke for the first time, placing a small, shaking hand on her brother's broad shoulder.
'...Yes I'll be right there, how many dead?' Carlisle had his back to his family, speaking quickly into the phone.
'OH NO! IT IS HER!' Jasper yelled, tightening his grip around Alice's shoulders protectively.
'SHE'S ALREADY KILLED PEOPLE!' Emmett added, horrified.
'YOU CAN'T GO CARLISLE!' Rosalie screamed.
'We won't let you.' Alice nodded her head defensively.
'Will you all please calm down? It's not Samara, it's the hospital. There's been an emergency, a security guard has been attacked by what the police have described as... some kind of monster.' Carlisle's voice faded as he walked to the front door, wrapped his dark coat around himself and grabbed his car keys. 'I'll be back in the morning, NO more scary movies you lot, I want to come home to a nice, not-freaked out family. Can we manage that?'
'Yes, Carlisle.' The Cullens chanted in unison, none of them moved from their cowering forms.
'Have a good night.' And with one swift slide of the front door, Carlisle was gone. But the terror remained.
'So... what do we do now?' Emmett questioned the silence, not taking his eyes off the front door, where his father had disappeared not yet seconds ago.
'Bolt the doors?' Rosalie suggested.
'And the windows, don't forget the windows...' Alice added.
'Why? Alice, what did you see? Is she coming through the windows?!' Jasper hissed, shaking his wife gently. Rosalie shrieked and spun her eyes to every window in the room, one by one.
'No, just a suggestion!' Alice called after Jasper, but he was already looking for the Cullen's tool box, which he knew contained several hammers and nails to bolt the doors and windows.
'Jasper where the hell are you going?' Emmett yelled, his voice echoing loudly.
'Hammers..! Nails...!' Jasper breathed, running in and out of the room, searching for the small box.
'Screw hammers and nails! I'll go rip some trees down!' And Emmett was gone.
'Emmett Mcarty Cullen, you come back here! Those trees are older than you are!' Esme preached, pointing a shaking finger towards the floor in demand.
'I doubt it.' Emmett scoffed, folding his arms at his mother.
'Emmett...' Esme warned.
'Alright...' Emmett sat cross-legged, across from his family, his head in his hands.
Silence roamed once more, save for the small wisps of air Jasper created as he entered and exited the Cullen lounge.
'Jasper?' Alice was staring blankly at the television, acids of realization seeping to her stomach, shock carved into her face.
Jasper stopped running immediately, and flashed to Alice's side.
'What? What's wrong? Alice!' Jasper breathed anxiously, picking Alice's hand up and entwining her fingers through his.
'Did we all forget how Samara gets to her victims?' Alice mouthed, little to no sound emitting from her lips. All breathing stopped in the room as realization struck the six remaining Cullens. All eyes turned slowly to the television, the screen now blue.
'The television!' Rosalie gasped, Alice's hand flew to her sister's mouth, forcing back a sure-to-be blood-curling scream
'How many in the house?' Emmett asked, trying and failing to count the Cullen's televisions on his fingers.
'Six.' Esme replied quickly, her eyes still fixed on the television.
'Alright.' Edward began, slowly sitting up from his crouch on the floor and turning to face his family. 'We all have to split up, we all take out one television each. Wait for my mark. Rose-' Edward pointed at his first sister- 'You take out the television in your's and Emmett's room. Alice-' Edward then pointed at his newest sister, 'The one in your's and Jasper's room. Jasper-' Edward pointed at the ready-to-run Jasper, already crouched and ready to sprint to his appointed television- 'You take Esme and Carlisle's television. Emmett-' Emmett jumped as his name was mentioned, but was at Jasper's side crouched and ready to go within a second. 'The kitchen. Esme-' Edward turned to his mother- 'You take this one and I will take out the one in my bedroom. Everyone understand?'
The Cullen family all nodded in response to Edward, too focused on their targets to reply verbally.
'Alright, once your television is destroyed, waste no time and bring the remains here to be burnt. We can't afford to take any chances here. If you need help, yell out. I expect you all to drop whatever you're doing and run to where you heard-' But Edward was cut off.
'Edward, we get it. Run, smash, burn, scream. Let's do this already!' Roared Emmett, running on the spot to warm up.
'Okay, okay, go!' Edward breathed, and the family disappeared.
Emmett reached the kitchen television first, and loud 'take that!'s' and 'you wanna piece of me?'s' could now be heard, emitting up the long corridors of the Cullen mansion. Edward appeared in a flash, beside Emmett.
'Emmett, please.' Edward begged, using his arms to gesture towards Emmett's assigned target.
'No way, bro. Get your own television, this one's mine.' Emmett smiled, thrusting his powerful fist forward, into the screen of the television.
'I meant the sound effects! Can you keep them to a minimum please?' Edward pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as Emmett karate chopped the television antennae ('Hi-yah!').
'Sure thing.' Emmett winked, and Edward stalked off, knowing Emmett had no intention of quietening down.
Esme faced her television, her fingers pushed hard into her temples in concentration, pushing her fear into the deep crevices of her mind where she could not feel it. Opening her eyes slowly, Esme took her left shoe off her small, dainty foot and raised it to the television. But before she could strike, Esme heard a spine-tingling scream emit from Rosalie and Emmett's room. Esme sighed, half in relief that she now had an excuse to put off destroying the television, and half in fear for her first daughter. Throwing her shoe to the floor and hauling herself from the Cullen lounge in haunting grace, Esme pushed herself to the top of the staircase and through Rosalie's bedroom door.
'Rose? Wha-' Esme began in a rush, but was cut off.
'HELP! HELP ME! AARGH!' Rosalie wailed. Rosalie was sitting on the floor in the middle of her room, hugging her long legs to her chest. If vampires could cry, Rosalie would be bawling.
'FOR GOD'S SAKE ROSE!' Edward roared from his room, 'THIS IS SERIOUS!'
'PISS OFF EDWARD!' Rosalie squealed, thrashing her arms madly.
By now, five of the six remaining Cullens in the Cullen mansion were all assembled in Rosalie's room, every golden eye was scanning the surroundings anxiously, searching for the danger that had caused Rosalie to scream. Emmett gave up first after scanning the room only once, and huffed impatiently.
'What happened? Where's the danger?' Emmett demanded, walking slowly towards Rosalie, who was still in hysterics.
After scanning the room several times, Alice and Jasper gave up too and were both now curious to learn of the danger Rosalie had faced, only seconds ago.
'What, Rose?' Alice chimed, her eyes darting from Rosalie's television to Rosalie, who was now rocking back and forth.
'FORGET IT GUYS, GO BACK TO YOUR TELEVISIONS AND BURN THE PIECES IN THE LOUNGE!' Edward commanded, smashing emitting from his room and echoing through the hallways.
'YOU'RE SO MEAN!' Rosalie screamed to Edward, pulling off her right shoe and throwing it at her wardrobe.
'Rose! What happened?' Emmett asked again. Jasper made an attempt to calm everyone down, but Rosalie shot him a dark look and the waves of calm soon disappeared.
'I-I lost my rose-gold bangle!' Rosalie huffed, attempting to calm herself down. But when she saw the look on Emmett's face, full of 'that's it?', she started on a whole new batch of tearless sobs. Emmett immediately looked apologetic.
'I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, we'll find it I promise!' Emmett encouraged, reaching forward to touch Rosalie's face.
'Don't touch me!' Rosalie spat, slapping Emmett's hand away.
'Not to be rude, because I'm a little terrified of you, Rosalie. But... shouldn't we be focusing on greater priorities before we find this bangle?' Jasper suggested, smiling slightly out of fear.
'IT WAS NOT JUST A BANGLE!' Rosalie roared at Jasper, causing Jasper to take several paces backwards to the door.
'Sorry, sorry, sorry...' Jasper muttered under his breath.
'Rose, that's enough! Pull yourself together, stop acting like a two-year-old, gain some dignity and destroy that television before a little girl comes through it and destroys you!' Edward ordered, appearing outside Rosalie's door with a pile of television parts in his arms.
The destroyed television particles woke Emmett up, and he raced to the kitchen to retrieve his. Jasper nodded a small inaudible thank you to Edward, backed out of Rosalie and Emmett's room and raced off to Esme and Carlisle's. Alice right behind him.
'I'll stay with Rosalie' Esme offered, walking towards her daughter.
'Mom, theres no need to be frightened of a television, I'm finished with mine now anyway, I'll be in the lounge with you.' Edward smiled at his mother before racing from the room with his 'television.'
TO BE CONTINUED...