((I do not own Twilight (Stephenie Meyer), nor do I own The Fountainhead (Ann Rand). Also, there is yet to be a section on fanfiction for the book The Fountainhead, so I'm adding this under Twilight since there are Twilight characters in it. I hope that you enjoy.))
"Howard!" shouted Edward, running across the construction sight. "Howard Roark!" Roark slowly turned around, dropping his blueprints on top of a mound of welding equipment. His expression went through Edward, leaving a blank stare all that Edward could muster from his amber eyes.
"Roark..." he sighed, stepping over to the blueprints and staring at them while he spoke. "I thought that we were going to head over to Starbucks after the electrical work began."
"I decided against that," he replied, turning to watch the workers stepping around the metal beams. "Coffee can wait."
"But not the conversation that we were going to have," Edward said, angered that Roark should see him as nothing. It was a thing he wasn't used to.
"When will you be ready?"
"Give me a half hour. Go on ahead and hook up your laptop there and wait. I'll be there soon enough."
Edward picked up the blueprints slowly and looked back over to Roark. "I'll leave soon, but you have to answer my question."
Roark nodded his head, knowing that there was no real leaving from Edward.
"Why are you still building this?" The blueprints fell out of his hands, landing on top of a leather case.
"Because the money just came in for it."
Edward shook his head and began walking away. "Once you find out what this is, you'll wish that you had come sooner."
"I'm sure I will," Roark replied smugly.
(Meanwhile, in an office building somewhere in New York...)
"So, as you see, gentleman," Keating proposed to the businessmen sitting around him, "If the budget is not fixed within the next three months, the Donald-Reddard building could fall behind schedule."
"That could be a problem," Toohey announced, looking over the paperwork spread across the shiny, wood table. "So, we should all volunteer our time from here on out to make a better budget for all."
As he finished speaking, a call came in across the intercom in the desk.
"Keating?" the female voice buzzed annoyingly.
"Yes?" he replied, wondering why he would be interrupted during a business meeting.
"Gail Wynand's on line two."
"Tell him that I'll return the call at the end of our meeting," Keating replied with a bite.
"He says it's about Domini--" Keating shut the intercom off immediately and faced the crowd of men watching him practically melt down. Toohey slid the papers towards him and spoke to clear the air.
"So, what do you propose Peter?" he asked.
(Back at Starbucks...)
Edward whipped the laptop cords into a free outlet and loaded up the internet in only a few seconds' time. Logging on to MySpace, he checked his messages while waiting for Roark. It had to have been exactly a half hour when Roark opened the door to Starbucks and went to order a cup of black coffee. He sat down across from Edward and took a sip, waiting for Edward to speak.
Spinning the laptop to face Roark directly, Edward uploaded a picture from a local news source.
"Who is that?" Edward asked, knowing that Roark already knew the answer.
"Dominique," Roark said, hesitating. The picture honestly didn't look like her. She looked even more frigid and icy than usual, and she was even more beautiful than he had ever remembered.
And, standing next to her in the picture, was another young woman. They nearly looked like twins, except that the other blond had more shape as a model rather than Dominique's flatness and lack of curves.
"Who is that?" Roark asked Edward as he closed the laptop and handed across the table.
Edward placed the laptop in his messenger bag. "That would be my sister. Rosalie."
"They look like twins," Roark whispered.
Edward smiled, "That's because they're both vampires."
Roark's eyebrows knit together as a smile spread across his face. "Vampire? How long?"
"For a while," Edward smiled. "Maybe two years now. Wynand called me up a few months ago to tell me that Dominique had left him and was hanging out with Rosalie now."
"So," Roark said, leaning back into his seat with the coffee in his hand, "What do we do?"
"I say we go vampire hunting," Edward smiled.
"Hunting? It's your own sister, though?"
"I'm just kidding."
"Oh," Roark said.
"We actually are going to need to protect them. If Keating finds out, they're both dead."
Roark looked up from his coffee with his eyes slanted in frustration.
"Save the girl you love, I'll save my sister."
"Okay."
(At Keating's office...)
"Wynand!" Keating yelled into the receiver of the telephone.
"Yes, Keating?" Wynand said smugly, knowing that he could kick Keating's ass with ease—even over the phone.
"Why the hell would you interrupt my meeting with Toohey over Dominique's disappearance?!" Keating shouted angrily.
"Because she's been found," Wynand smiled.
"Where?" Keating said excitedly, sitting up. "You must tell me!"
"I don't really feel like it," Wynand said, looking casually at his nails.
Keating frowned, "Why?"
"Because I know damned well that you'd just kill her. You have connections."
"Then why did you even reveal the information to me?"
"Just to piss you off," Wynand smiled.