A/N: I know I'm busy writing "What If?" but this popped into my head and I felt the need to just write. It's a glimpse into my odd imagination. Hope you all enjoy
Disclaimer: I own none of the Characters, they belong and always will to Stephenie Meyer.
Word count without A/N: 284
A dark cold night in a brightly lit house in the middle of a forest
The CD started skipping.
That was the first bad omen they should have noticed.
And don't they say things happen in threes?
Then the window flew open.
Not on its own a bad omen. However, the window flying open blew out the candles and scattered the carefully placed rose petals from around the room.
They still didn't take heed, two omens that their perfect night in was doomed.
Yet still he wanted to continue. He had something special planned.
She was getting cold. Rising from the bed she closed the window and grabbed the fluffy dressing gown on the way back.
Then, as she sat back on the bed, she caught the pad of her thumb on a stray rose thorn.
Three omens that the perfect night he planned was not going well.
As the blood pooled on her finger several things happened at once...
The ring box fell from his hand...
The door to the room flew open...
6 other vampires swarmed into the room...
He growled...
She screamed...
He lunged...
...then stopped
And the man with the southern twang strolled into the room, commanding attention, all eyes focused on the man, whilst the mans eyes focused slowly on the no longer growling excuse of a boy in front of him,
"How dare you think of draining what is mine? Did you not heed the fates and omens? You stupid teenager Edward, forever 17. You will not harm what I cherish"
As Jasper turned to leave he extended his hand to Bella, who without a moments hesitation, took his hand and walked from the room for the last time.
