Alright, my lovelies. I just had to do this one. Kinda funny, really cheesy, just fluff for fun. I kind of liked it.

Creative Original or Derivative Fiction: Twilight
Rating/Warning(s): T for cheese.
Notes: Mainly just fluff fun. Nothing horribly long.
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Prompt: (Going for the gold today and trying to use both) Word prompt: Alabaster. Imagined Images: You are visiting a carnival with friends and decide to have your fortune told. As you walk in, the gypsy stops, stares at you and says, "I've been waiting." What happens next?

I looked at her, trying to keep the skepticism from my expression. No way would I believe in whatever this quack had to say, but it could be a little bit of harmless fun. She'd say she's been waiting to whoever walked in the door, so I didn't buy into her gimmick just yet. She was dressed in the usual fortune teller getup: flowing skirt, long shawl over her shirt, scarf tied around her head. The wall behind her was painted with a scene that looked like a country side with trees and green hills all over, grey clouds threatening to come in and break up Bambi's happy party in the woods.

"Ah, well then, sorry to have kept you waiting," I replied.

I plunked down into the seat across from her, digging into my pocket for the five dollar fee. She was collecting her tarot cards into one neat pile and set them aside before gently taking my money from me. "I am Madame Aurora," she began, with the cheesy Eastern European accent fortune tellers seemed to all posses, "and I think that your future would best be communicated to me by reading your palm. My cards do not call to me, neither does my crystal ball." She gestured to the standard clear glass orb on an intricate base of knot work and dragons wound together, sitting on a small table against the wall. She held out her hand. "If you would give me your left hand, I will proceed."

It was all I could do not to roll my eyes as I lifted my left hand from where it was resting on my leg and laid it into her warm, rough hand. She stroked her fingers over my palms, tracing the creases that made up the life line and love line. She clucked her tongue, finger pointing to the end of my life line, near my wrist, but not quite past my thumb. "Oh, your life will be short. You will die young, like that actor back in the day. Jimmy Dean, yes?"

I choked back a snicker. "James Dean, I think you mean." I'm pretty sure he was rolling in his grave after being compared to the king of breakfast meats, and I had no idea whether this lady was truly that clueless, or just really into her part.

"Yes, James Dean. You will die young and tragically. Not sure how, but it will be bloody."

"Ick. I hate blood. The smell makes me sick," I answered, deciding to play along and act as stupid as she was.

She looked at me, her expression a mixture of disbelief and humor. She bent back over my hand and traced the line that spanned across my palm. "Your love line is quite long, very smooth. You'll meet quite the man, handsome. But something… something isn't right with him. He will be pale, alabaster white and very cold. Like… a dead man, but he won't be dead. His entire family will be that way, like a condition that runs in the bloodline. Dangerous. He is dangerous for you, and yet you will be meant to be."

She looked up at me and let my hand go. "You will love a dangerous man who is meant for you and die young from a tragic death. I cannot see if your man is the cause of it, but I would still be very careful around him."

I nodded solemnly, still working to keep my face from breaking into smiles and snickers. I knew everything she was telling me already. I thanked her for her service and walked outside where Alice was waiting for me by the ring toss.

"Oh please," Alice huffed, falling in step beside me. "She isn't Madame Aurora, as I'm sure you've figured out. She's Adrienne Rogers from Boise. She'll end up being arrested for fraud in two months because she'll convince some bloke that he's going to strike it rich if he quits his job to breed rabbits she tells him are special and rare." She shook her head, black spiky hair waving around her white face. "Jimmy Dean? Really? No one is that clueless."

I snickered at the thought. Whatever moron would think breeding rabbits, no matter how special and rare would bring him riches would deserve to be duped, but "Madame Aurora" couldn't get away with ruining his life like that.

I was positively chipper by the time we met up with Edward at the funnel cake stand. He hated the smells of the fair food, but I couldn't leave any carnival without having a funnel cake. His cold hand gripped mine gently as I took my place in line, and I leaned up to kiss his cheek. His stone skin didn't yield, but it was soft enough not to deter.

"How was the fortune teller?" he asked, bringing my hand up to his lips.

"Oh, she told me I'll die tragically young like Jimmy Dean, only bloodier, and that my soulmate is a dangerous man who looks dead but isn't. She told me to be careful around you, but we all know that's advice I'll never take, right?"

Edward chuckled and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "Indeed. I still don't understand how you have no sense of self preservation, but I'm also glad you don't. I couldn't live without you, even though I'm totally against changing you, despite my hand being forced."

"Sap. I couldn't live without you, either," I replied, curling my arm around his waist. "I told her that I hoped I didn't die a bloody death, since the smell makes me sick. You should have seen the look on her face. She had the nerve to look at me like I was the crazy one. It was a trip."

"It seems your five dollars was well spent, if only for entertainment."

"You bet." I stepped up to the counter once it was my turn and ordered. Once it was paid for, I stepped aside to wait. "Alice says she'll be arrested in two months for convincing some guy to quit his job and become a rich and famous rare rabbit breeder, so just that info alone made it worthwhile."

"Did she say who the unfortunate soul is that will be duped?" he asked, elegant eyebrow raising.

I shook my head and looked at my future sister. "Did you see who it was that she tricked?"

Her eyes went black as she searched, then she busted into gut wrenching laughter. "Mike Newton."

And yes, I seriously stared at my hand to try to get the lines right. I used to read my friends' palms at school using these cards I'd bought, but I couldn't find the cards to make this any more accurate or anything. It was just for fun.

I though Jimmy Dean was hilarious. I love me some breakfast sausage. ;)