A/N: hey ya, I want to thank every one that reads this story because the more hits (and reviews) I get the higher my self esteem goes and I need that right now because I'm going through the very un-fun process of marching band in high school, I mean I've done it before but it still is as un-fun as the first time. I hope that you like it. This story is going to be told through various peoples points of view and I will tell you which person, thanks. This chapter is from Bella's point of view.
Chapter One-
I crouched in the shadows by the door to the house, the Cullen's house, waiting for my target to arrive and walk into my little trap or series of traps. Cue evil laugh. Emmett appeared out of the tree line and walked over to the house ignoring my scent. The door opened and he walked through only to be covered with, a thick white foam other wise known as shaving cream. A deep feral growl escaped Emmett as he turned toward my scent. Though luckily Alice had just stepped out of the tree line in the same place Emmett had, she glanced over at Emmett and burst out laughing at seeing him covered in the fruity opaque goo.
Emmett marched angrily into the house and towards the stairs by the sound of it. Ha-ha right into another trap out my ingenious mind. Cue rubbing of hands with crazy grin. A rather loud yell issued form the house causing all the other vampires that had appeared to lapse into laughing fits. A very undignified Alice rolled around on the ground laughing so hard she wasn't breathing.
Another yell issued from the house that means he had hit my last trap, I sprung up from the shadows holding a poster of the 'arc de Triomphe' above my head dancing around singing triumph.
"Triumph is all mine, Triumph at last." I sang loudly with poor melody and off key but hey who's paying any attention. Then I screamed "Triumph!!!"
I have successfully performed the first half of my plan.
I have a voice inside my head?
Ouioui Monsieur
It speaks French
Sími casa es su casa Tú estás loco, yo no
And Spanish
Perche lei ha mangiato il mio asino? (Why did you eat my donkey?)
And Italian
mein Esel ist tot ( My donkey is dead)
And German
And wingdings?
We must get the vital information to perform the next valuable task in which we may need help. Now Bella's job is to persuade Alice to join Bella's elite force.
Now it's talking in the Third person. What next?
¿Qué siguiente? quoi ensuite? You ask well you'll just have to find out.
Oookay this is getting ubber creepy
Remember, Amateurs builtthearkProfessionalsbuiltthe Titanic
It now is quoting phrases wow I really need help
Don'tblame me blame thelawn gnomes they're theonestakingyoursanity