Post Eclipse, Pre Breaking Dawn. Rated T for later chapters, but no M contents.

All Canon Pairings. A bit OOC. (OOC by book terms, the characters are fairly normal for fanfiction.) Due to the lack of knowledge towards the invention of the television, and my stubbornness of not finding Eclipse, some of the dates may not makes sense, and it's a bit weirdly written, but enjoy anyway.

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Bella POV:

'Oh Bel-la!' Alice's mischievous voice rang out. 'Come down to the living room! And bring Edward.'

I put down Wurthering Heights and glanced at Edward, who was reading some Economist's book. 'If this is another shopping trip I'm going to kill her.' I muttered, which caused Edward to grin.

'Actually, Bella, it's a Family Tradition,' I gulped. I did not like Family Traditions. Especially the ones Emmett makes up on the spot. They generally included me being thrown of rooftops, out windows, or off cars. 'Don't worry; it's a game we play once every six years… we've even made the news several times. You'll enjoy it. I promise.' And with that he scooped be up and ran at vampire speed to the living room, where everyone was assembled. Esme and Carlisle were the centre of attention, holding hands and smiling. At Esme's side was Alice, the ever excitable pixie, and slumped across various sofas, facing their 'parents', were Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie.

I sat on the carpet in between the sofas, and Edward sat on the armchair. I wriggled a bit as Alice began to talk.

'So, as we have a new player, I, Alice Cullen, am going to re-tell everyone the rules. Pay attention as in order to ensure the safe return of the human, a few more rules are going to be in place. Including no false suicide attempts for publicity, like in 1986, clear, Emmett?

'Good. This is called the Hexannual Cullen Games! Or just the Cullen Games, anyway. This was a tradition Emmett and Jasper started when nothing good was on television, back in the 1950's. Every six years two people will steal something they consider extremely precious to one other person. Then, they will hop in the 'Cullen- Team 1' car and hold the item to ransom. They get a three hour head start, and then a worldwide chase will commence.' -Worldwide? What?- 'Due to a 1972 game that went on for eleven weeks we have a deadline. If the chasing team doesn't get the stolen item back within one week they officially lose, and all players must return to this room. They have twelve hours to do so. Any players not here will have to have a damn good excuse or I'm sure Edward will kill them for stealing whatever it is they steal. And if they won they shall forfeit victory.

'Back to the history… due to Arguments in early games about who would be the Team 1, who would be the victim and who would make up the rest of Team 2 we now take turns. A roster was created, courtesy of Carlisle, for the1966 Games.

'Anyway, in ten minutes Esme will announce who everyone's roles. Then, in fifty minutes at seven o'clock team one will leave. Please note that at every airport there is a private Cullen Jet and a car for each team. You must always use the car, but the jet is optional.

'At eleven pm the chasing team will meet up. They will try to figure out what's missing. At midnight the can begin the chase. All clear? Good.

'Rules are: no public indecency, Emmett. No use of my power, except to avoid cops, and minimum use of Jasper and Edward's power. You may not get arrested even if that means knocking the cop out and running. However, you may cause no permanent harm to any human, police included, Rosalie. All inter-team communications must be via the inter-team Cullen Walkie/Talkie Radio installed in each car and plane. If the human is ill one team member may stay with her at a hotel or hospital. Lastly and most importantly, no maiming, extremely harsh bullying, killing or eating of the human.'

'That's about it. Also, try to appear human, and as low key as possible in this kind of game. Any questions?'

I blinked, and worried, raised my hand. 'Alice?'

'Yes, Bella?'

If I'm playing, um, what does Charlie think?'

'Oh, Esme, Carlisle and I went over. He gave his consent. Well, he doesn't know we're doing this but… you know what I mean.'

'Okay…' I mumbled, a little overwhelmed. 'Oh, and Alice…?'

'Mmm Hmm?'

'What kind of cars do we use?'

'Just anonymous brand black cars; easily identifiable, though… they have 'Cullen Team 1 (or 2)' on the side, in red or white. That raises a point; you must always use the car with your teams' number. Rosalie's modified them so they can go up to 300 miles per hour. Bella, before you ask, because you're new, you'll be in Team 2. Okay? Now, any other questions?'

'Alice,' Rosalie said. 'Are we using the submarines this year?'

'No… well yes. But no submarines until day four.'

Submarines? SUBMARINES? How rich were they? Cars yes, jets… well okay, but submarines?

I sighed. As no one else had any questions I let myself slouch against the sofa. I was tired, miserable and stressed because of the…ugh… the wedding.

'Okay!' Alice squealed, startling me. 'Ten minutes is up, Esme's going to reveal the teams. Esme stepped forwards, and grinned. 'Well, children. This year our Team One is Emmett and Jasper. Their victim is, drum roll please, there victim is… Edward!'

I gasped. This was going to be a nasty game, Edward versus his brothers. Then Carlisle stepped forwards to stand next to his wife again. 'When I say go, Esme will put Bella in our room, so she can sleep a bit. Emmett and Jasper will go to Edward's room and everyone else will go to the dungeons. Edward, you have until then to secure your possessions. Edward!'

Edward ran at vampire speed yelling. 'Not my CD collection again! Please not my CDs.'

Emmett and Jasper laughed. 'We did that in the seventies, Bells.' Emmett explained.

I nodded. 'You guys have dungeons?'

'Yes.' said Esme as she appeared by my side. 'We do. We are vampires, my dear; let us have a little fun.'

I shuddered and frowned, then jumped as Alice yelled: 'TEN!'

'NINE!' The other vampires called.

'EIGHT!' I screamed with them, cottoning on.

'SEVEN!'

I sneezed.

'SIX!'

Esme offered me a tissue.

'FIVE!'

I blew my nose.

'FOUR!'

Esme threw the tissue away.

'THREE!'

I thanked her, twice.

'TWO!'

She smiled at me.

'ONE!'

She scooped me up.

'GO!' Carlisle roared, and everyone darted away to their places.

Esme zipped up the stairs at vampire speed and tucked me into her bed. 'Goodnight, dear.' She said as she drew the curtains. 'I'm going to the dungeons now.'

'Goodnight, Esme.' I whispered sleepily. Then she kissed my forehead, turned off the light, and left, closing the door behind her.

I yawned, and lay on the amazingly comfortable bed. I must have lost consciousness quite quickly, because it was a deep sleep I was woken from twenty minutes later…