A/N: Disclaimer, I only do this now, I don't own Twilight or it's characters, only the ones i created.
The Whitlock Twins
Chapter 1 ~Jasmine's P.O.V.
I sat in my office at the back of my new club of six months, Venom, sipping on a Snake Bite. The drink I created with Snake blood and Vodka in it, contrary to popular belief, my kind enjoy drinking alcohol, it was one of the few human things we could still enjoy. It's a friday night so we're very busy but I let my little humans do all the work for me while I sit in my big comfy chair behind my solid oak desk watching the security camera's for any miscreants causin' trouble in my place. It was a comfy life, it felt good to be the boss. I smelled one of the human's approaching my office door.
"Come in." I called out in my southern drawl before he had chance to knock. Luke poked his head around the door.
"It's always freaked me out when you do that." Luke commented, grinning at me, his emerald green eyes dancing with mischief, looking straight in my eyes. He was one of the more confident humans on my staff. He walked over and placed another snake bite on my desk.
"What can I do for you, Luke?" I asked him calmly.
"The DJ wants to know if you'll be singing the last song tonight." Luke enquired. I took a moment to deliberate.
"I will, Luke. I'm in the mood for Party in the USA tonight." I grinned at him.
"Alrighty then. And three guys just bought some snake bites. They even seem to be enjoying them." He replied. Only the drunkest of folk seemed to be able handle my snake bite. None of the staff enjoyed them but they had all tried them.
"My snake bite will be famous yet, Luke." I stated confidently, still grinning. With that he nodded and left my office. I downed the rest of my drink before picking up the one Luke had just brought me while looking at my dog tags. I'd always kept them safe, never in my 132 years had I taken them off. And I doubted I ever would. I tucked them back into my low-cut blood red top, stood up and checked myself in the mirror. My long, wavy, honey-blonde hair looked perfect against my pale white skin. I had a black leather mini skirt on and a pair of blood red cowboy boots, matching my top, I'd always be true to my Texan heritage. I left my office and walked at human pace to the back of the stage, still holding my snake bite, where Luke was standing with a microphone and another snake bite. I downed the rest of the one I was holding and traded them. It wouldn't suprise me if my staff thought I was an alcoholic, not that I really cared. I then waited at the side of the stage while the DJ, Scotty, announced little old me.
"Hello Venom!" Scotty cried into his microphone, recieving cheers as replies. "It is my pleasure to announce the owner of this fair club onto the stage, singing the last song of the night, Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus. Let's hear you make some noise for Mina Whitlock!" I loved it when the crowd went wild, it was a real ego boost, even if they were a bunch of drunk idiots. I skipped onto the stage, grinning at my audience.
"Hello Washington!" I called out to them. "And welcome to my humble abode! Tonight, I feel like singing a song that reminds me a little of home. Hit it, Scotty!
I hopped off the plane at LAX
with a dream and my cardigan
welcome to the land of fame excess, (woah)
am I gonna fit in?
Jumped in the cab,
Here I am for the first time
Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so famous
My tummys turnin and I'm feelin kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous,
That's when the taxi man turned on the radio
and a Jay Z song was on
and the Jay Z song was on
and the Jay Z song was on
So I put my hands up
They're playing my song,
And the butterflys fly away
Noddin' my head like yeah
Moving my hips like yeah,
And I got my hands up,
They're playin my song
I know I'm gonna be ok
Yeah, It's a party in the USA
Yeah, It's a party in the USA
Get to the club in my taxi cab
Everybody's lookin at me now
Like "who's that chick, thats rockin' kicks?
She gotta be from out of town"
So hard with my girls not around me
Its definitely not a Texan party
Cause' all I see are stilletos
I guess I never got the memo
My tummys turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous
That's when the D.J. dropped my favorite tune
and a Britney song was on
and the Britney song was on
and the Britney song was on
So I put my hands up
They're playing my song,
And the butterflys fly away
Noddin' my head like yeah
Moving my hips like yeah,
And I got my hands up,
They're playin my song
I know I'm gonna be ok
Yeah, It's a party in the USA
Yeah, It's a party in the USA
Feel like hoppin' on a flight (on a flight)
Back to my hometown tonight (town tonight)
Something stops me everytime (everytime)
The DJ plays my song and I feel alright!
So I put my hands up
They're playing my song,
And the butterflys fly away
Noddin' my head like yeah (Oh, nodding my head)
Moving my hips like yeah, (Ooh Yeah)
And I got my hands up,
They're playin' my song
I know I'm gonna be ok (gonna be okay)
Yeah (huh huh), It's a party in the USA (Yeah)
Yeah, It's a party in the USA
So I put my hands up
They're playing my song,
And the butterflys fly away (flying away)
Noddin' my head like yeah (nodding my head like yeah)
Moving my hips like yeah, (moving my hips like yeah)
And I got my hands up,
They're playin' my song
I know I'm gonna be ok (I'm gonna be okay)
Yeah (Yeah), It's a party in the USA
Yeah (hahaha), It's a party in the USA (Party in the USA!)"
I finished the song, downing my drink, feeling the buzz from both the drink and the crowd screaming my name. Their loud cheering was giving me a slight headache, even though that's practically impossible. "Thank you, guys! You folks are too kind! Have an awesome night, y'all!" I grinned while skipping off the stage. I walked through the crowd, feeling slightly thirsty so I stopped at a random guy, the type of guy who looked like he might end up raping someone, and whispered in his ear. "Follow me outside, to the alley." I then proceeded to walk out of the door and to the alley at the right of my building while my dinner followed me obediently. I turned back to the ginger man who looked about thirty and had the usual slightly glazed look in his dull brown eyes. "Don't make no noise and don't move." I ordered as I pushed him towards the wall and the side of the dumpsters. I latched onto his neck, draining him of his sweet nectar, soothing my throat. A snake bite just couldn't compare to the beautiful blood of a human. When he was empty, I droped his corpse to the floor, a small smile on my face as I decided where to dispose of him.
"Jasmine Helena Whitlock!" I heard a familiar southern voice, similar to mine, growl. I looked up to see the blonde haired, golden eyed boy that I had not seen in person in years.
"Well, hello there, little brother." I drawled my reply while grinning at him.
A/N: Afternoon, what do you guys think to the first chapter? I'll be posting another two chapters today before this story goes on hiatus while I finish The Golden Quartet. I found it and decided to publish it immediately as a second christmas present. So read and review, tell me what you think to it and where you think it could be going. :) ~ C.L.L.