Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
YSABELLA SWINE (BELLA for short) was the new meat in Knives High. And just as she thought the town is the gloomiest ever, she saw the most beautiful, intriguing and mysterious boy she'd ever seen for real—EDUARD COOLEN, who puts the cool in his last name. The dude who seldom talked and never smiled is practically worshipped like a rockstar to the envy of the beefy and hot-tempered, but oh-so-nice-to-Bella, JAKOB BLEAK. Bella couldn't help but go gaga over Eduard who was also attracted to her in ways Bella would have never imagined. Knives was not an ordinary town anymore since the Coolens moved in. They made school and hospital a less dreadful place. But then the little town of Knives maybe the next hunting range of the ravenous creepy predators—the top on the food chain.
(Yup. This is based on Twilight but with my own twist to make it a hilarious and intriguing read with the right dose of mystery, romance and comedy.)
Note: Character and Setting Names here are altered.. (i.e. Jim is based on James and Vittoria is based on Victoria..) This is based on the first book of the Twilight Saga... Hope you'll enjoy reading... cause I, Twilight Gaga,will be really inspired to share you guys NEW MOAN, ELLIPSE, AND BREAKING DOWN.
"RIDICULOUS," Jim exclaimed like he was chanting a Harry Potter spell that would ward off the boggarts morphed into a hooded dementor, a full moon, a giant spider, or Snape. But, he was not up against any of those. That would be a different book. He was facing Vittoria—his mate. The couple were in a diner bursting with people busily talking like them. Busily eating—not like them. Well, at least, not yet.
"I've never thought it's possible," Vittoria replied as she playfully scratched the wooden table like it was itchy, her long fingernails trailing on the already etched wooden surface. "We should check it, out love. That would be interesting." She sniffed as a group of hungry people passed by and smiled to herself as if she smelled something good.
"What's interesting? Wrestling with the grizzlies?"
Vittoria laughed. "Knives is more than that, Jim. There are people who actually live there." Noticing Jim's unconvinced look she added knowingly, "I googled it."
Jim scoffed. "Fancy internet trash, huh. What's so damned great about it?"
"You should let me teach you. I have just signed-up in this social network called Facebook." She laughed before she continued, "A lot out there are actually interested in me—fools all over the world. I bet I was the prettiest thing they have ever seen."
"You bet," Jim muttered, eyes rolling.
Vittoria drew in a contemptuous smile. " They are just so excited to see me in person. And I'm just excited as they are. Eye ball comes, dinner's ready."
Jim grunted, mumbling something Vittoria could not make out. She did not care, though.
"These times everything is just so fast and easy. Facebook is my menu." She laughed.
Jim scoffed, grunting inaudible again. It's the only thing he could do when he got nothing smarter else to say. Thinking was really never his interest.
Vittoria smiled sweetly. "C'mon, Jim, internet is not really that hard. It's fun, actually."
Jim scoffed. Again. "Hmmp. I'd still hunt the old fashion way. That's were the thrill is."
"If you say so," Vittoria replied after a sigh. "But, love, times are a-changing. We should catch up to blend in. And that hair. That's got to go."
Now, that was a wrong move. Vittoria can say anything she wanted and Jim could not care less at all, or at least, try not to give a damn about it, but nobody should mess with his hair. Let alone talk about it.
Furious, Jim snatched up Vittoria's face pulling it recklessly close to him and breathed heavily, "You don't tell me how I do my hair. I like it long and pony—"
They heard someone cleared a throat. "Hi—hi. Are you gonna take your order, g-guys?" The waitress said upon nervously.
Jim's grip loosened before it could crush Vittoria's chin. He let go of her and Vittoria hurriedly wiped her face. Jim's face quickly transformed from furious to friendly as he turned to the waitress. "But of course, Mary" he said, as he looked up at the nameplate clipped at the waitress' chest. Jim sniffed the air. The waitress's scent filled his nostrils. "We are extremely thirsty."
The waitress almost lost her footing as she stared down at Jim's eyes. She could swear they were dark brown a moment ago, but the next thing she knew they were suddenly crimson. "O-Okay. S-so, what are we ha-having?"
"Bloody Mary."