This is a little fic inspired by the song "Dance Little Sister" by the Rolling Stones.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Twilight saga, Rolls Royce, Machiavelli, or the Rolling Stones.
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance.
-"Dance Little Sister", 1974, The Rolling Stones
July 25, 1976
Edward Cullen was home alone. Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper had gone hunting; Carlisle was local hospital, working. Alice, being herself, had gone shopping but it was unknown her return time. Therefore, Edward Cullen was home aloneā¦or so he thought.
From the living room came a sudden click from the record player followed by the sound of a record being slid out of its cardboard sleeve. Edward looked up from his book, The Mandrake by Machiavelli, suspiciously. He furrowed his eyebrows together after thinking there was no possible way for a burglar to have entered the house; he would have heard him. Edward concluded that it must be one of his family members, but which? He couldn't pick out a particular scent from downstairs and the rest of his family was out.
He got up from his spot on the black leather couch and made his way to the banister. He looked down but still couldn't see anyone. Edward ran at vampire speed down the stairs just as the first note of a Rolling Stones song sounded. The guitar strummed, and he was in the living room looking at a quiet Alice. She smiled at him. Edward recognized the song as "Dance Little Sister."
Alice gave a little pirouette, beautiful and graceful enough to put a prima ballerina to shame. She began banging her head softly to the beat of the drums and lifted one of her pale arms towards Edward, silently asking him to join her. He heard her voice in his head, Please Edward. Just this once. Dance with your little sister.
Edward looked at her as if questioning her sanity. Alice gave him a hopeful face, which make up his mind. Why not indulge his sister's request? He let out a short, unnecessary breath and stepped forward. Alice laughed in triumph and stepped closer to him to grab his hands.
And so, they started dancing.
Edward spun tiny Alice every time the song said "little sister." He performed a couple of tricks that included pirouettes, kicks, arm twists, and a lot of fancy footwork. It looked like they were dancing swing. Not once did they stop to take a break, as they couldn't tire physically. They continued dancing until they heard Carlisle's Silver Shadow on the road near their home. Alice and Edward simultaneously let go of each other and plopped onto the couch.
"When did you get home?" asked Edward.
"About a minute before the song started. I'm surprised you didn't hear me. I got a sudden urge to dance. It was so big I had to stop shopping and come home."
Edward chuckled at Alice's antics. "I suppose I was too engrossed in my book."
Alice stopped the record, which had been on repeat, when they heard Carlisle park his car in the garage. Carlisle slipped the key in the lock and opened the front door.
Edward and Alice turned towards him and smiled in welcome.
"How was work today Carlisle?" Alice asked sweetly.
"It was good. A lot of a cuts and bruises. Thank you for asking."
Alice lifted herself off the couch after saying she needed to organize her shopping, which was still in their bags in her room. She raced up the stairs. The other two followed soon after; Carlisle to his study, Edward to his room. He passed by Alice's room with a soft smile.
"Dance little sister, dance."
