A/N: I don't own Companion of the Night or its characters, nor Twilight by Stephanie Meyer and its character, nor Sesame Street characters, nor Harry Potter characters nor Cinderella characters and any other characters we stick in this story that you have heard outside of this story. I do, however, own the idea for a chocolate slip and slide. Sorry to disappoint, but there is no Bella Swan or Kerry Nowicki in the story.

VampLoverNight92 and I present to you Nicole's World. VampLoverNight92 is also the author of this story.

Nicole W is her and Nicole P is me.

Enjoy!

Chapter One: Slip-in-Slide

Once upon a time, in a spotless European castle, two twins sat in plus armchairs next to a bright fireplace as they sipped strawberry smoothies.

"Well," said Nicole W, the evil twin out of them both, "I'm unbearably bored. I'm going to do something fun."

"Why?" Nicole P, the good twin, asked politely, staring at her twin in suspicion. "What are you planning?"

"Who says I was planning anything?"

"Who says you weren't?"

"Oh, touché."

The evil twin abruptly jumped off the chair, giving her twin an angelic smile, and raced out of the room.

"That doesn't look good." The good twin said to herself, as she put down her smoothie cautiously, wondering what her twin was up to. She got up, and ran after her twin. In the hallway outside the huge corridor, Nicole W. had set up an extremely long slip and slide, and was currently pouring chocolate syrup that was intended for ice-cream down the length of it enthusiastically. Noticing her good twin staring, she said, "Beautiful, ain't it?"

"What is it?"

"A chocolate slip and slide…"

"You're going to slide…in that?" the good twin asked carefully, trying to make sense of her logic.

"No." the evil twin said defensively. "I'm going to make Edward slide in it first. Then, if he's not injured, I'll give it a go. Haven't you ever heard of test dummies?"

"Pfft. More like test vampires." The good twin remarked. "I would of thought the Cullen's would've put a restraining order on you."

"I know… odd, isn't?" reflected the evil twin. "After using Alice to win the lottery, I thought they'd be slightly angry as well."

"I don't remember that?! What'd you do with the money?!"

"Spent on a castle, of course. Who do you think owns this place, let alone would let us put a chocolate slip and slide in the house?"

"You're right…I wondered about that. Waking up in a different house was an odd experience."

"Not my fault that you slept through your kidnapping. I expect you'll be more careful?"

"hmm.."

"Good enough answer."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang out in the beat of the Adam's family theme song, and the evil twin was snapping her fingers to the song.

"Well?" prompted the good twin. "Aren't you going to answer the door?"

"Why don't you?"

"I'm the angel, not the maid."

"Just because I'm devilish, doesn't make me the door opener."

"That's not even a word. Door opener."

"Yes, it is! I hired one out of the want ads."

"Oh, then, never mind."

A few seconds later, Dobby the house-elf sauntered down the hallway towards us, wobbling severely since he was walking on the sticking, chocolate syrup coating the carpet.

"Mistresses Nicole's, Dobby brought your visitor."

"Thank you kindly, Dobby." Nicole W said as he finished spreading chocolate syrup on the slip and slide.

"Hello." called Edward Cullen at the other end of the slide, looking at it precariously. "What are you doing, Nicole."

"Please," replied the evil twin, "call me Mischief. Its easier, so you won't get us confused."

"Hmmm." He said thoughtfully. "I think I can determine the difference between you two rather well. For one, you are standing in the middle of a chocolate covered slip and slide, looking rather excited, and Nicole is trying to pretend she doesn't know you, from the look on her face."

"How's Alice?" said Mischief cheerfully, giving Edward her best innocently curious face.

"Recovering from mental trauma, thanks to you." He said, accusingly.

Nicole W ignored him.

"But," Edward continued, disregarding her silence, "Alice sends her thanks to Lifesaver." He nodded to the good twin, Nicole P.

"You know," said Mischief curiously, "Didn't Alice make up that nickname for her?

Edward Cullen nodded warily.

"I'm not seeing the connection. Good twinNicole P….where does lifesaver fit into that persona? It's a candy…they taste good though…"

"Ask Alice." Edward snapped.

"Well, you can read her mind, so what's the point?" Mischief replied flippantly.

"She says it's because Nicole P was a lifeguard, hence lifesaver. She saves lives? She also says the only thing she'd send Nicole W.--" Mischief shot him a glare, "I mean, Mischief, is anthrax. I wouldn't suggest opening the mail yourself."

"I'm a big girl, I can handle hazardous drugs. If I died, you'd make into a vampire, wouldn't you, Edward darling?"

He snorted. "It's an unlikely possibility."

"Emmett would then. He thinks I'm funny."

"Fine, fine. I'll make you a vampire if you die."

"Promise?"

"Sure, sure."

"Hmm…cool. You're named after candy…that's awesome." Mischief said thoughtfully. "What flavor should you be? Those red lifesavers? Not, those icky yellow white-ish ones surely?"

"How about a reddish-orange one?"

"I can deal with that."

Edward stared at both of them oddly.

"Go ahead, Edward," coaxed Mischief.

"What?" Edward said, bewildered.

"Try out the slide!" she said energetically. "Give it a slide!"

"Is that why you invited me over: To try it out?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I need to see if it's going to kill me or not if I slide down it and run into a wall…and you're a vampire, so you can't die, therefore I won't be arrested if you got fatally injured."

"What do I get in return?" Edward asked, crossing his arms. "I'm doing you a favor, crash testing this slide."

Mischief grinned.

"I'll be perfectly civilized to Alice, won't harm a hair on her little head?"

"Deal," he said quickly, grabbing the offer before it changed. He slowly backed up before lunging forward for momentum as he slid down the chocolate lace slip and slide.

"This was a good idea, after all," commented the good twin, Lifesaver, Nicole P.

"Glad you think so, you're next," said Mischief before giving her a little push into the lake of chocolate syrup where Lifesaver slid quickly towards the end of the hallway where the banister blocked the open space overlooking the bottom floor. Lifesaver cringed, knowing she'd break through the wooden banister, and to no surprise—she did. She free fell the thirty feet down, almost coming in contact with the hard stone floor before a pair of long, pale, cold arms grabbed her from impact.