Chapter 1
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"I have a great Idea!" grinned Alice. Let's play truth or dare." We were gathered in the living room at the Cullen's house, just her, Rosalie and I. It was two days before my wedding, and Alice had thrown me a ridiculously over-decorated Hen's night sleepover. "No way!" growled Rosalie. "I am NOT playing truth or dare!"
"Awwww, please Rose?" Alice pouted. "We'll make it human friendly!" Saying that only made me wonder what dares they normally did.
"Fine." Grumbled Rosalie. Alice skipped over, shut the doors and turned off the lights all in less than ten seconds. The room was pitch black, except for the light coming from a large torch that Alice had. "Let the games begin." She said mysteriously. Suddenly, there was a loud crack of thunder that made everyone jump.
"Bella." Said Alice. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth?" I asked warily.
"Incorrect. You must pick dare."
I rolled my eyes. "Fine. Dare."
Alice shone the torch under her face, making her look scarier. "I dare you to Cut Rosalie's hair to her shoulders."
I gulped at the same time that Rosalie snarled. I could tell Alice had planned this. She handed me some scissors and shone the torch on Rosalie's beautiful golden hair. "Cut it too short and you're dead." Snarled Rosalie. Hesitant, I held the hair up where I wanted to cut it. "I can't do it. It's too mean." I told Alice, letting go of Rosalie's hair. Rosalie sighed, relieved, and muttered thanks. Alice stroked her pale, pixie-like chin. "That means you have to do a penalty dare, and you can't say no." Alice told me. I nodded. "I dare you to fake a seizure." She giggled. Grumbling, I lay on the floor and started screaming and howling as loudly as I could, while thrashing. I suddenly wondered if I would be like this when turning into a vampire. When I finished my seizure, both Rosalie and Alice were in fits of giggles. I glared at them, my throat sore. "Okay, Bella, it's your turn." Alice said, smoothing down her spiky hair. I took the torch from her and shone it in Rosalie's perfect face. "Rosalie…" I began.
"Dare." She said automatically.
"Alright." I tried to think up a good dare. "I dare you to..." Rosalie raised one perfect eyebrow, making me nervous. "Alice, can I skip a turn?" I asked Alice.
"Yes… Rose?"
Rosalie took the torch and shone it at her sister. As she opened her mouth, my stomach grumbled. "Dinner time." Alice decided. "Now, Bella. Esme left some spaghetti, lobster, prawns, lasagna, well just about anything, in our fridge. She said to help yourself, or if you wanted fresh food call Edward and he'll come to make some for you." I nodded, getting up from the floor and reaching for the light.
"WAIT!" cried Rosalie. "I have a better Idea. Alice, resume the game. I dare you to order some pizza, and when the delivery boy arrives…" she whispered something into Alice's ear.
The musical doorbell, a recording of Edward playing the piano, rang throughout the house. I could see why the Cullens didn't need to use it: it was loud, and with their sharp vampire ears totally unnecessary. We hid under the sofa. It was roomy enough, and Alice had pressed a cushion and throw rug on the floor so I wouldn't be uncomfortable. The doorbell rang again, followed this time by pounding on the door. "Hello? You chicks in there?" called an adolescent voice. Alice gave a gentle tug on an almost invisible string, and the door opened. A lanky teenage boy stepped into the pitch-black room. "Hello?" He repeated, switching on the light. "I got your Pizza." I watched silently as he placed it on the floor. Rosalie's pale arm darted out from under the armchair next to us and snatched it in. Curiously, the boy bent down and looked under but Rosalie was gone. (she had sneaked silently into the kitchen at such a speed that a human would be unable to notice.) Just as he was about to look under the sofa, Alice yanked me out, and in a flash we were in the kitchen. The delivery boy gasped in horror, turning around to get out of out house. As he did, Alice yanked another cord, and a barrel of fake blood poured onto his head. In a flash, Rosalie was gone from our sides and next to him, wearing a long black dress, red lipstick and red nails. "Hello." She said in a well-rehearsed Transylvanian accent. "Won't you be staying for a drink?" she lifted up a glass of the fake blood and sipped. The teenage boy screamed and bolted out the door. As soon as he did, Rosalie spat out the fake blood. "Ugh, that was horrible." She said, rushing off into her room to get changed. Alice grabbed a mop and bucket from in the kitchen and danced out into the hallway. "Better clean this mess up before Esme gets back, or she'll kill me!" Alone in the kitchen, I grabbed my pizza and a plate. Not wanting to seem rude, I decided to eat some of Esme's food as well. As promised, the fridge and cupboards were stocked with as much food as possible. Loading my plate with all kinds of savory food and another plate with dessert food, I carried my plates and pizza into the living room for another round of Truth or dare.
The House was dark, and we were once again shut into the living room. "Rosalie." Alice said mystically. "I dare you to repaint Emmet's Jeep."
"Alright! I hate that thing anyway." Rosalie leapt gracefully to her feet and left the room. Alice and I watched from the window as she poured a huge can of cherry red paint over the hulking jeep, neatly spreading it over and adding spots and eyes. A few minutes later, the huge jeep had been turned into a girly ladybird. Rosalie looked back at us with a triumphant grin, and we laughed.
"I'm sick of Truth or Dare." I told Alice. "Let's play something else."
"Alright." Alice said, stroking her chin. "Let's play Prank wars."
"NO!" groaned Rosalie, burying her face in a cushion.
"What's Prank Wars?" I asked Alice.
"We get into teams and watch movies. Throughout the movies, we play pranks on each other. I'll go with you, since you're human and some of the pranks can go out of hand."
"OK." I said bluntly.
"Then." Said Alice. "Let us begin. Welcome to the world of pranks and trickery."