Edward swallows a fly
AN- okay, so this story came to me with the thought of "what would happen if there was a vampire animal?" thus, Edward swallows a fly, and it goes from there. - Also, once again, this is set in the post twilight pre new moon period. (It just seems to work!) So pretty much, Edward is still dead set against Bella being a vampire, and no one has voted on her immortality yet. I'm also warning you all now- there are a lot of technical impossibilities in this story. Like how the fly survived after being flung out of Edward's mouth, at vampire speed. What can I say? It's superfly!
BPOV
I was amazed at everyone flying around me. Edward was all but a chalky blur, and everyone immortal with the exception of Rosalie, who's hatred for me kept her feet rooted in her place, her beautiful golden eyes darting around the room with a miffed expression, was running in a crazed motion around the various rooms of the Cullen mansion, trying to track and destroy, without much avail so far, their impeccably small, not to mention blindingly fast target buzzing about their house at this very moment.
A part of me, a large one at that, wanted with all of her still beating heart for the miniscule beast to find me, and in its newborn thirst, change me into one of the immortals that walked this earth.
I sighed a deep sigh. Over all of the racket, I would bet anything that nobody would notice, vampire, and vampire fly alike. What I got was totally different response than I had expected- everyone's poses turned rigid, obviously catching something that my less acute senses didn't seem to comprehend.
Before I could grasp what was of such great importance, a frigid cold figure slammed into myself, shielding me from some unknown force.
Everything happened very quickly. Edward's alabaster pale hands batted at the air for a the most minimal amount of time my eyes could catch, before I heard a sickening crunch, the sound of perhaps, a pebble shot from a powerful pistol into a brick wall.
I caught a tiny glimpse of Edward's flawless lips trembling, mumbling something incoherent to myself, directed at Emmett.
Seconds later, Emmett returned with a lit match, the yellowish fire licking at the vacant space of air it occupied. He then directed it towards Edward's outstretched hand. A surge of fear pulsed through my being. What did Emmett think he was doing?
The aroma that filled my nose was a kind of sickly sweet fragrance, the kind of smell you'd expect to see emitting from cheap dollar store incense. A thin trail of mauve smoke trailed from Edward's palm, littering the air, creating a purple pattern in the white living room. It was all over.
AN- okay, so there it is! I love reviews! hint hint