A/N: Just a little oneshot with an idea I couldn't put down. This is my first fanfiction, so don't judge too harshly. -The Dying
Disclaimer: We own nothing. All of it belongs to brilliant Stephenie Meyer.
My time with Edward was never as much as I wanted, so every minute was precious. Today, however, we had all the time in the world. I had just broken a kiss to get some air when I heard a yell coming from outside.
"AHA! Got one!" Emmett Cullen yelled.
"Oh no," Edward muttered. Something in Emmett's thoughts seemed to be bad news. I got up from the bed and crossed the room to the wall of was running around the grass on a rare sunny day and jumping when a butterfly floated past. Why in the world was he jumping around like that? Edward took my hand and led me out of the room and down the upstairs hallway.
"He's making butterflies into vampires," He explained. "Something in thier DNA makes that change instant." We were now heading out the door. The second we were outside, however, we were attacked by the small creatures that Emmett had recently changed into vampires.
"Emmett! What the hell are you doing?" Edward yelled. "They could change Bella!"
"Wrong. Their mouths are too tiny to bite," Emmett said with a grin. My experience as a butterfly obsessed little kid was finally coming in handy. I caught every vampire butterfly in my hand while Emmett and Edward argued.
"Should we burn these?" I asked. Edward looked at me.
"Absolutley no burning," Emmett insisted. "I shall keep them as pets." He took my arm and ran inside, leaving Edward in the dust. Once inside the house, Emmett found an old fishtank (I asked Edward later if the Cullens had ever owned fish, and he told me about a similar situation involving a trip to the pet shop and some vampiric fish.) and put his vampish butterflies inside.
"They need company. I'ma go find some frogs."
A/N: I know it's short. I don't think I'll do another one, though. Sorry!! I might, but probably not. Thanks for the reviews!! I LOVE them!!