A.N: Welcome to the second outtake – Halloween special! The Cullens throw a Halloween party and invite their friends from Forks High to the crypt! What kind of dramas will they have to deal with?

…T'was the Night Of Hallows Eve

"Alice, why on earth do I have to dress like this?"

Alice Cullen, the shopping fanatic, had decided to pick out my outfit for this accursed Halloween Party I had been forced to attend. Ideally, to her, she wanted me to get ready for the party at the Cullen house in Forks, where she could apply my makeup and tweak the outfit if she disliked it. I wasn't having that – I was not getting dressed up for Halloween in the Vampire's crypt.

So, Alice and I compromised. I would not get ready for Halloween in the Cullen's house, so Alice had borrowed Edward's MacBook and was now video calling me to see me in my outfit. She didn't have any idea if it would suit me or not due to her blindness – I found it amusing she couldn't see me in her visions. But it always pissed her off when I laughed.

"What do you think?" she squealed from the other end of the line. I appraised myself, one eyebrow quirked as I took in the ridiculous outfit the pixie had chosen. The high collar, the red cape and the long flowing black dress, with fake blood smeared onto it, the entire outfit made me cringe. The plastic fangs were still in the bag Alice had given me – I didn't want to put those things on.

"Alice…" I tried to work out how to word my dilemma. "Aren't you supposed to be the Vampire?"

"Leah!" she whined, pouting at me. I rolled my eyes. Her expression changed as she appraised me herself; "your hair's a mess and you're not wearing any makeup. Oh Leah, get round here now, I'll sort this mess out."

"No, Alice," I said firmly. "Now, tell me what I need to do and I'll do it. I am not coming over only for you to mess up my hair and smother me in makeup. My limited supplies will have to do for you!"

She huffed. "Fine," she groaned, "but only because I can see your reaction if I do what I want to on your face."

"Cover it with a paper bag?" someone sniggered. I scowled, recognising Emmett's playful tone.

"Shut up Emmett," I replied smarmily.

Immediately, the fool's face was pressed up against the camera lense, and he 'ooh!'-ed and 'ahhh!'-ed at me outfit like it was the best thing he'd ever seen. I rolled my eyes and immediately gave him the finger.

"Esme!" Emmett's face instantly disappeared, the camera blurring the image. I heard the sounds of his retreat as he continued to yell to his adoptive mother. "Leah's making rude hand gestures again!"

"Shove it up your arse Emmett!" I yelled, hoping he would hear. There was another sound of pain from him as he yelled back;

"Your cruel words, they hath wounded me!"

"Aren't you guys supposed to be getting dressed up, too?" I asked, looking at Alice. She smirked and disappeared, reappearing a second later. Now, she wore a witch's hat, her hair replaced by a green wig. She held a broomstick and wore black robes – the perfect witch outfit.

Then, she threw back her head and let out an evil cackle – the sound was shrill and very witchy. I suppressed a giggle as Alice beamed with enthusiasm. Immediately, she looked back to me, a crease forming between her eyes as she looked at me with reproach.

Oh no.

"Leah…" she asked, looking down. Her lips curved down in a pout and she blinked at me with sad eyes.

"Don't try this with me Alice," I warned her.

She sighed heavily and removed the sad expression. I huffed out in relief – but she now had an evil gleam in her eyes as she beamed widely at me. Shit. What was the evil pixie planning?

"Please Leah – I swear I won't go overboard with the makeup. I'll be really quick – it won't take longer than thirty seconds and I've got some very high quality make up remover for you to use to get it off. I won't let the boys laugh at you – I won't let anyone be mean to you! Please! I'll be your best friend for life Leah!"

"No, that's Bella," I sneered her name.

Alice sighed. "Please."

"No."

"Leah, please!"

"No."

"Leah…"

"Alice, I said no! For crap's sake!"

A knock at the door interrupted our shouting match, and I glared Alice down. She returned my expression, and instantly a shiver ran down my spine – the automatic reaction to Vampires.

"There's someone at the door Ali. I'll call you back," I muttered, pressing 'End' before she could protest and resume her yelling.

Smirking, thinking I'd won, I ran down the stairs and answered the door, grabbing the candy bowl from the kitchen as I went, in case it was a trick or treater. I wrenched open the door, and I was surprised to see a man about as tall as me at the door. He had ginger hair and golden eyes… hmm.

"It's not ginger, it's auburn," Edward told me sternly. Then, he smirked at me playfully – the expression was far too cheeky. But he did look pretty attractive in his costume – though unfortunately, we matched.

He wore a black tuxedo with a red waistcoat, his collar turned up, long around his neck. His skin seemed even paler than usual in contrast to the dark colours, and Alice had obviously attacked him with makeup – the dark circles around his eyes were smeared to look even bigger. His hair was smoothed back though, gelled into a manageable style.

Of course, Edward managed to pick out the hidden compliment:

"Pretty attractive, eh?" he asked, still smiling slightly. I rolled my eyes at his cockiness. "Thank you very much, my dear vampire."

"I always assumed it was vampyr," I told him, smirking.

"Whatever," he said dismissively. "The point is, I'm here to kidnap you Ms. Clearwater. Do you have any last words before you are taken to the lair of the vampyr?" he emphasised 'vampyr.'

"Can I write a note for Seth telling him where I am?" I demanded.

"He already knows – Alice rang him."

"Did Alice put you up to this?" I suddenly realised this was probably the case. She probably bribed Edward to come here and take me back to the 'vampyr lair' as hostage. She was evil like that.

"Of course she did," he replied, grinning. "Now can we go before I am punished for not bringing back the newborn vampyr on time?"

I huffed – "You really cannot beat Alice can you? I thought the Swan girl was just a wuss."

I froze when I realised my mistake – as did Edward. He'd been doing fine since we had become friends, but now he froze and his expression became pinched and pained. I felt guilt course though me – he didn't bring up Sam, I didn't bring up Bella. It was the silent rule we'd agreed on.

"Come on," he said finally, unclenching his jaw. "Let's go."

But I still felt bad – and I would continue to feel bad for the rest of the night if I didn't sort this now.

"Edward," I stopped him as he walked back towards his shiny silver Volvo. He raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry."

I moved closer to him and gently touched his hand – apologising in two ways. He nodded his head and a small smile graced his lips. I grinned back at him, suddenly remembering the fake plastic fangs. As soon as I had the thought, there was a rush of wind around me, and Edward reappeared, now sporting the fangs.

I grinned and put them in. The plastic slid over my teeth easily, and I grinned – a strange hissing noise coming from my mouth. Edward chuckled – trying to stop himself having a laugh at my expense. The last time he did that I 'accidently' snapped his Debussy CD. He wasn't a happy vampyr then.

"Come on," he said, not commenting. I was glad – I hated it when he read my mind too often. Once or twice was fun – continually was annoying.

I quickly got into the other side of the Volvo and Edward gunned the engine and sped off down the street. I loved his speed – it was sometimes too slow, actually. The Volvo had a very bumpy ride though – I wished he'd invested in an Audi or something smoother.

"Don't judge my Volvo. It's a very reliable car."

"But that's its only selling point, right?"

He didn't reply.

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"Alice, why do I have to wear so much makeup?"

The evil pixie just smirked as she handed me a pair of contact lenses. I carefully placed them over my eyes, now staring through red filmy lenses. The final touches to being a vampire.

Still waiting for Alice's reply, I stared at my reflection. Alice had somehow made my skin ashen, with bags prominent under my eyes. The makeup was smoky and mysterious around my eyes, and though I did think she'd done a good job of the whole 'vampirism' thing, I would not be wearing makeup like this in the future.

She had tweaked my hair too, winding it up into a knot on the back of my head. I was glad my hair had grown so fast – I hadn't been enjoying the short crop of hair I had endured before; 'for the good of my pack' or some shit.

"Because you're supposed to be a vampire. And vampires have very smoky makeup with tired faces. Of course, you've already got the beauty aspect of being a vampire covered," she smiled at me. Trying to butter me up.

"Right," I muttered, ignoring her compliment.

At that moment, the door opened and – at an incredible speed – I was enveloped in a hug by the largest member of the Cullen family. I smirked as Emmett pulled away and beamed at me, his expression ruined by the hideous scars.

He was Frankenstein.

Frankenstein.

…Seriously, Alice?

Emmett wore a ripped up pair of black trousers, with a matching pair of black sneakers. His shirt was navy blue and ripped too – but his skin was dyed green and there was a fake bolt through his head. His hair was messed up, spiked up and his eyes were wide with excitement.

"Hi Frankenstein," I greeted.

"Hi vampire!" he replied enthusiastically. "I made the costume myself – Frankenstein's my favourite book. What do you think!"

"It's cool Emmett. Seriously cool," I told him, grinning.

He beamed like I'd just told him Christmas was coming early.

"Come on guys, the party starts in ten minutes – and Jessica and Lauren will arrive early to check out the Cullen house before anyone else arrives," Alice cut in.

"Okay."

We made our way downstairs and into the Cullen lounge. There, Jasper and Edward were fixing up the sound system. Carlisle and Esme were stood by the door – not dressed up for Halloween. They were obviously going to retreat out of the house once the party kicked off.

I noticed Rosalie was nowhere to be found.

She had been distant ever since I had pushed her from the Cullen Bridge. It was a mistake on my part – I should have realised how sensitive Rosalie was about her looks and I probably shouldn't have teased her mercilessly afterwards – until she had snapped at me and told me 'if you don't shut up I'll snap your neck and drain your body of blood.'

"Hey."

Edward hadn't changed since I last saw him. He smirked at me and waved halfheartedly. I threw him a glare – Edward was sometimes too cocky. He grinned even wider at that thought.

"Hey," I replied, glaring slightly. He smirked.

"This is gonna be fun then, isn't it?" I asked him rhetorically. I was never one for social occasions, playing the host and rushing around after the mindless guests who were so desperate to stand out – or have some fun.

I wondered if the Cullens had locked their bedrooms. I was sure Rosalie wouldn't appreciate walking in on a couple of adolescents 'doing the deed.'

Edward burst into raucous laughter. I glared at him –

"Stop reading my mind," I muttered grouchily, moving to answer the door. Werewolf hearing came in handy – I could hear the cars turning from the main road down the Cullen's lane. It was hard to miss – Alice had invested in a bunch of pumpkin lights, which she had wrapped around every single tree from the main road, leading to the house.

Edward raised an eyebrow at me.

I ignored him.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" a high pitched voice sang. I cringed – not more makeup, please, no!

Edward laughed. "Not makeup."

Alice ran towards me from the stairs, and suddenly I found myself holding a pair of plastic fangs. I sighed, inserted them into my mouth.

"Do I have to wear these?" I asked, my voice thick. You couldn't speak properly with the large plastic jaws covering your teeth.

"Yes we do," Edward replied, his voice clear as ever. The fangs fitted over his teeth just as badly as they fitted over mine, yet his voice was still sharp and easy to hear. I rolled my eyes.

Damned vampires with their extra abilities.

Of course, at that moment, the doorbell rang. Alice ran past me – at human speed – and opened the door widely, beaming as she saw the large crowd of kids from their school.

And there, at the back of the crowd, was a girl with mahogany hair and dark brown eyes. Another very familiar man had his arm wrapped around her shoulders possessively. The two were smiling happily.

What. The. Fuck?