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Waves Of Wangst: The Ultimate Crossover

Featuring: The combined casts of The Twilight Saga , Flight 29 Down, Degrassi and High School Musical.

PROLOGUE

The Vultury Roost, Vulterra , Italy

Aro sat on the throne, concentrating mightily, a thunderous scowl on his vulpine face as he read the stock report. And when he finished killing time there, he got up and went into the Grand Hal, sitting upon that throne.

Caius: whispering to Marcus: " I've never understood why he reads the newspaper in the bathroom. I swear he acts more like Al Bundy than Aro, the Vulutry leader!"

Marcus: " I know what you mean, plus, he always manages to drip blood on the sports section. I've told him time after time, no eating on the porcelin throne, but does he listen. No, It's always , I'm the BOSS applesauce. I'm so going to kill Carlisle Cullen for getting him hooked on Judge Judy!"

Aro sits there, mumbling , " Economy. Grr, Obama! Dammit, GMC and Chrysler too! Arr, I wish the world had only one neck so I could bite it NOW!!!"

Renata, the bodyguard flinches and grovel, " Master, whatever is wrong?"

Aro arises, his crimson cloak flowing around him and he rants and raves: " That's the last time I EVER TAKE STOCK TIPS FROM THE DONALD! Caius, send a couple of newborns to play with Trump's hairdresser! That'll show him I mean business! Curses, we're ruined. At the rate the world economy's failing, we won't have a pot to pee in!"

Renata, confused, " I haven't peed since 1721!"

Caius, smirking, : " You must be ready to burst."

Aro: " I don't need comedians, I need money! The Pope's threatening to invite the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Vatican singers here to "serenade " us if we don't pay off the loan he gave us! And you know what that means!"

Renata, licking her lips: " Supper's coming early?"

Aro throws the chair at her. He has a satisfied look when it bounces off her head, leaving a small bump there as it explodes into a billion pieces. " Idiot! The Pope is first cousin to the head of the Mob , the son of the head of the Illuminati , knows the secret of the DaVinci code and his twin brother is the biggest pornographer in the world. We literally can't afford to NOT pay him off. It'll ruin our credit ratings! "

Caius: " It must be hell figuring out what he means when he tells his followers he wants them to rub someone out."

Aro" You are so lucky the other throne's in the john!"

Marcus, a thoughtful look on his face: " Wait, I was thinking abut it the other day. What about the island we stashed the gold we stole from that old history teacher, you know the one with the whip and the stupid looking hat. Oh, what was his name? Oklahoma Bones, Ohio Stones, something like that."

Aro, looking hopeful, " Jones, wasn't it? I remember him, he was a tasty one, his idiot son too. The nosy old coot kept finding the damnedest , literally, of artifacts. We put them on that abandoned island near Palau. Hmm, " he rubs his chin theatrically, "It might be enough. I'll send you two and a few other to help. You can use the older jet, it's paid for. And contact that idiot pilot you're so fond of. He can secure it for us.

Marcus: Uh oh. There is one potential problem, your Unholiness. What about the treaty with the troll there?" He had a nervous look on his face. Trolls are apparently bad news, even to vampires

" Damn Josefina! Tell you hat, give her laptop with a wireless card and the web address to some site like fan fiction. She can go online and make people miserable. She'll be great at that. Now go, get the gold! I've got to call my broker before Ford goes out of business too!" he hops up and disappears leaving the three of them standing there.

Next: The fun really begins.