Vanessa toyed restlessly with a black, leather-bound notebook in her hands labeled Bella's Diary. Bella had dropped it, and Vanessa was going to return it, before a single word on the open page caught her eye. "Vampire." She sighed and ran a hand through her thick, wavy black tresses, the auburn streaks sparkling in the sunlight. A quick glance at the page confirmed her thoughts about the Cullens. Remarkably attractive, supernaturally fast, strong, cold and eyes that changed colors. But without this proof, she had no way to prove it. Edward would, without a doubt, attempt to make things look as if she were crazy. Rosalie, who paired with her several times in same-sex activities in class, would not like it. But Rose was smart- she'd expected Vanessa to figure it out sooner or later. She stood from her seat by a large window, and stretched into her center splits before turning to do the same on her left and right sides.
Her Dior jeans stretched with her, as did her lacy black Bebe tank top. Grabbing the book and denting it lightly with her long, squared nails, Vanessa popped a couple of chocolates into her mouth before dialing Emmett's number. Rosalie was getting her nails done. Vanessa did her own, but Rose enjoyed the soaking pools for pedicures and refused the offer. After only two rings, a voice radiated from the speaker. "What's up?"
With a delicate cringe and swallow, Vanessa answered. "Well for one, you know my ears are more vampire than human, and you know that. Now I might need surgery."
Emmett laughed. "What can I say; you're like Rose- hilarious to piss off."
Vanessa rolled her eyes. "Sure, whatever. Hey, is Edward home? He left something at school, and I thought I could give it to him at your house."
"Why not have him go to yours? It is small, but more private. I don't know how you take up a whole house and can afford it. I could me doing it. Back to the topic though, what do you plan to do about Edward anyways? You swore to me you wouldn't hurt Bells in any way-" He was cut off somewhat sharply.
"Is she the only human you care about?" A sweet tone took a bitter twist. "Really, I know what you mean by laughing at her stupidity and such, but it's getting ridiculous."
"Vanessa-" he began
"And it's not just you. It's everyone in the whole fuckin' family/coven. The only one who actually has enough sense not to become enraptured is Rosalie, thank God. But everyone disagrees with her for having sense. I don't even know where to begin with Edward, who I know is not going to be my mate, so rest assured. But back to the point-"
"Vanessa." This was a different tone. Female, beautiful, strong. Rosalie.
"You seem to enjoy cutting into my tirades."
"Emmett looks almost worn out. Have you been verbally tormenting him?"
"Not quite. But since I know he can hear, my original plan from the beginning of the first conversation is possible, isn't it?" Vanessa finally took a pause.
"Yes." Emmett's voice was faintly audible in the background.
"Well, I will see you both in approximately three minutes." Vanessa grabbed her black Coach bag from the counter and dropped the book inside with one hand while pulling on a white fur-trimmed coat with the other, the phone clamped firmly between her left shoulder and ear. Rose hung up, and the phone slid smoothly into the bag as she glided her feet into a pair of silver BCBG heels. She sauntered outside, started her silver and black car, then drove at full speed to the Cullens' mansion. Her long hair blew out behind her from the wind of her open window as her black cross necklace and similarly jeweled earrings glittered in the light of the setting sun.
Well, that's my first only-Twilight fic, so I hope you all like it. Please read and review with tips, comments, and/or suggestions. Reading another one of my stories would also be wonderful. I will update more when I receive more reviews, but will not make a limit as to how many I get before starting the next chapter. I hate when people do that.
~passion assassin
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His strong hands wrapped around her neck, limiting her air supply. "If I find that a hair on her head is harmed because of you, you will pay dearly." Vanessa smirked.
"Oh, Edward. I know what my limits are as to how to anger you. We wouldn't want you running to Volturra again, would we?" More air was cut off. "I would not think of having anyone but you kill me, Edward. But will you become what you have sworn never to be again?" Using a corner of her nail, she pricked a miniscule hole in her palm, only ever opening one pore. A drop of scarlet blood beaded out. Edward fled without delay.