Disclaimer: Twilight isn't mine. After Breaking Dawn, I'm glad BD doesn't belong to me.
Takes place after BD.
"And don't you ever come back!"
"Like I'd want to!"
Bella and I had gotten in another fight. Those same words kept up a mantra that had been replaying itself endlessly. It was a fifth time this week, and the fifteenth this month. Renesmee was acting out and sneaking out in the dead of night to go and see her precious Jacob. Bella blamed me for this, saying that I hadn't been paying close enough attention, and that it was my fault she was acting this way because I hadn't disciplined her properly. It wasn't my fault in the least. If our daughter could not control herself, than was not my blunder. There was no one to blame. But lately, I've noticed that we're just not in love the way we used to be. I was running from my problems, and I wasn't planning on dealing with them for the next few centuries. Before I noticed, I'd run farther then I'd meant to. I checked I sigh as I sped past it, it said Detroit. Oh great. I was much too far away from where our current home was. I raced through the city, flashing colourful lights coming from every which way, and laughter echoing from the casinos. Then I reached the poorer part of the city, the slums. I looked up into the night sky as I slumped against a cold alley wall. The sky was clear, and no stars could be seen. A sudden sound of music was coming from the opposite end of the alleyway. A small figure dancing to the beat was making its way toward this side of the alley. As the figure came closer, and light shined, I saw the face. I was met with beauty- inhuman beauty. Surely she wasn't just a human. But her chocolate-cupcake skin said otherwise. She did not have the deathly pale complexion of a normal vampire- her velvety dark skin looked smooth as satin. She was wearing dark low-cut jeans, a black hoodie and black heels that were at least five inches high. The only flash of colour was a silver plaid hat and an ice dog tag. She was moving- dancing, rather- to an unfamiliar song. She was coming closer, and I sank down onto the dirty ground. My hand jostled a candy wrapper, making a slight crinkle. But this girl's head whipped around as if it was a siren call, and I saw her eyes, which were a startling red. Once she saw my face, she relaxed visibly. I could only wonder why. An unknown man with her alone in an alleyway, what was so calming about that?
She dug her hand into her pocket, and pulled out a long, Cuban cigarette. She lit up, and smiled serenely at me. "Want a spliff, Edward?" My eyebrow furrowed in confusion, I haven't ever met, not even seen this person.
She saw my face. "Oh, y'all probably don't know who I am. That's right. Well, I'm Takiella, mad serious." My frown did not lessen, the knowledge of her name did not satisfy me, and I wanted to know how she knew my name.
She moved and sat beside me, and exhaled, and blew out a long stream of grey smoke. She held up a cigarette, and a lighter, acting out her previous offer. I'd never smoked- I didn't even know if vampires could. But I was far from thinking about the consequences of my actions at the moment. I took the cigarette from her outstretched hand, and set the end on fire. The lit cigarette sent a yellow source of light into the otherwise pitch black air. I stuck the right end into my mouth cautiously, and inhaled slowly.
I coughed violently after. Takiella was laughing; a delightful sound filled the sorrowful alley. "Don't let the first time discourage you- I gave you some hard shit." She took a long drag, and blew out again; I guessed she'd been smoking for a long time.
"I guess you still want to know about me?" I nodded, expecting the cigarette carefully. She continued, "Well, I'm vamp, but I'm hoping that you're smart enough to figure that out already. My gift is how I knew your name- and a lot of things. You see, I know everything."I looked at her sceptically, and she grinned back.
"Everything?"
She nodded, smiling. "Okay, when was I born?"
She snorted. "Fucking easy. You, my dear Edward, were born June 20th 1901, to Elizabeth and Edward Masen, at seven o'clock sharp, Mercy hospital in Chicago." She took another drag, and exhaled through her nostrils, closing her eye lids. I believed her now. How else would she have known those things?
"I also know that" she counted off on her silver painted nails, "One, tomorrow, I'm going to convince you to drink tequila straight from the bottle, that next week, two you'll come to see my performance at Entourage Night club, three that you'll crash at my place until you buy a swanky pad at that place," she pointed a finger down to a sleek, tall building down the street. "And, that you've spontaneously decided that you're coming with me to my dance-off in ten minutes." She pulled me up by the hand, and threw her cigarette down and put it out with her heel.
"I have?" I asked.
"You have," she said simply.
Okay, this was a story that occurred to me when I was supposed to be doing my math test. I apologize for Edward's OCness. But it's not too bad. I think I like this story. Though I'm not sure about the title. Anyway, keep reading and reviewing!