Edward Scissorhands: Halloween Twilight Edition

Sigh. It was yet another Halloween, and Alice had yet again convinced me to let her dress me, and we were yet again going to another stupid haunted house. I had no idea until today what I was going to be, because Alice had told everyone not to tell me, so they wouldn't. Even though I begged and pleaded to know what outfit I'd be wearing, they all replied to me that they couldn't say.

I was dressed as a zombie, but a sexy zombie nonetheless. I was wearing a wig, and it looked like a cat had just puked all over it. And it was itchy. My clothes were raggedy, all ripped and tattered, but I looked scarily hot in them. The shirt was low-cut, and Alice had given me a very nice push-up bra, so I had some very nice cleavage showing. I was going barefoot, because apparently zombies don't wear shoes, but they can wear clothes. I was also wearing ripped up black sweatpants. My makeup was all caked onto my face. I looked all bloody and Alice had made me cry on purpose so my makeup would run and look more naturally bad. I smiled at that.

When I was finally ready, I walked down the stairs to wait in the living room for Edward. Alice was dressed as a pixie, surprisingly. Emmett was dressed as Batman and Jasper was Robin. Rosalie was dressed up as a naughty devil. I had to admit, she looked like a total slut, but she was still pretty. Edward was the last person to come down the stairs, and I started laughing when I saw that he was dressed as Edward Scissorhands.

He was looking at me very predatorily, and I found myself blushing and lusting after him. I felt sorry for Jasper, having to feel all of Edward's lust and mine for each other, all the time, plus every other emotion that everybody was feeling. Edward, with scissors on his hands, rushed over to me. He picked me up and kissed me, and I faintly heard Alice scream, "No!" but I was too dizzy to care. Then I felt the scissors stab into my back. I cried out in pain, and then everything went black.

EPOV

I kissed her so passionately that even I felt dizzy. I heard in the back of my mind somewhere Alice calling, "No!" saying it out loud and in her head. I felt the scissors in my hands stab deep into her back, and she screamed. I was instantly alert, and as she started to fall to the ground, I held her. The scent of her blood was driving me mad, but I kept telling myself that she would be okay, but judging by the loss of blood and Carlisle's thoughts, I couldn't resist.

I bent down over her still, lifeless body, which was not even dead yet and still warm, and drank her blood. It was so delicious. I felt the heat course through my veins, and I drank her blood until there was none left. I had hissed and growled at anyone who tried to get her blood. Her blood was mine, and I was the only one who had the right to drink it.

Her corpse was lying in front of me, and as I sank out of my blood-crazed delirium, I felt sick. I had just killed my true love. I wept the tears that I knew would never fall, would never shed. I was so full of hatred for myself that I decided to run away. I wouldn't kill myself, because that was just plain stupid. There are other people in the world, I told myself.

I got up off of the floor and ran as fast as I could out of the door. I ran out of my loved one's lives. I killed Bella. They all probably hated me. Oh well, I would isolate myself from the rest of the world. Nobody would know me where I was going, Nevada. I would work all day at a casino or something, so I wouldn't have to go in the sunlight.

I jumped in my car and drove all the way from Forks, Washington to Las Vegas, Nevada. I was glad to have tinted windows, even in Forks, but especially now when I rolled up onto the strip. I was even more glad that it was nighttime.