AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! It's Cherry Blossom here! I recently read all the Twilight books and bought the original unedited version of the script off the Black Market! I totally got a bunch of plot ideas from it so I hope you guys like my story!
r&r please!
CHAPTER ONE: THE RAYVIN APPEARS
Ebony Rayvin rolled her icy-blue eyes as she entered Forks for the second, and hopefully last, time.
"This sucks werewolf blood," she said, her hand unconsciously cradling her taut, pale abdominals.
"Ebony!" she heard a smooth velvety voice and her loins quivered. She turned around met her love's smoldering copper irises. His eyes were filled with loathing, or perhaps, desire.
Edward was wearing a deep v-neck that reached his navel and vinyl high-waisted pants with mirrors on them; a sweater depicting galloping horses, along with a 24 carat gold broach in the shape of a silhouetted stallion, completed his outfit.
"The horse is my spirit animal," he explained, when he caught her gazing at his voluptuous breast. "Also known as a patronus. I believe my master was a horse and he turned into a vampire to do his horsey bidding. His name was Black Beauty, and his rippling muscles remind me why I'm bestially inclined."
She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "And what about that bicycle helmet?"
"It protects me when I run at superhuman speeds," his silky voice explained, his long, elegant fingers running along the edge of his feathered race-car helmet embossed with flames and rhinestones. "Plus, I got it autographed by Ryan Sheckler."
"You were always so clever, Edward," she said, "Except when it came to love."
They stared intently to each other, his gold flames boring into her aqua pools of melancholy. Her face pinched into a painfully attractive grimace, reflected back at her from the mirrors on his pants. She liked seeing herself in his pants.
Suddenly a fat, white blob leapt out of the forest and threw itself at Edward, pulling his stylish, high-waisted mirror pants down. He looked like Kate Moss from the waist down, with his shapely knees and hairless thighs and slim calves.
"Oh, Edward!" Bella shrieked, "Your topaz eyes called to me from across the depths of the forest of despair and misery!"
"Bella," Edward sighed, "My sweet," but he was looking straight at Ebony. His voice, once laced with the intricate passions of a lover, lacked the sweet harmony of a chorus of angelic dolphins sweeping through the glittering midnight sun that was vampire heaven.
Ebony, her eyes brimming with unshed globules of teary grief, watched as Bella attached herself to the man – nay, sensuous love beast – she longed for. She stormed off in an indignant rage into the forest, mindless of Edward's plaintive cries for her to stop.