A/N: Okay, wow, thank you so much. I wasn't expecting this big of a reaction to this story. Like someone had pointed out to me. I made a fanfic out of a fanfic but it worked. I don't know about y'all but the ending to All the Pretty Corpses kind of haunted me. Seriously, like I couldn't get over it, I'm glad I ended it the way I did but I don't know, I thought that I needed to write another story revolving around that plot and that's where this idea came in. I get to write the love story that never developed in All the Pretty Corpses. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I do own the plot to All the Pretty Corpses though.

Quick Commentary: The scene in this chapter that is taken from the sixth chapter of All the Pretty Corpses. That was actually one of my favorite parts of the story but I changed it around in this story, like they do in the movies. So don't be like "you did that wrong," I know that it's not word for word but it's close.

Blood Packets

I didn't get the part of Bella for the production of The Pretty Corpses. Jessica did. She spent months talking to the directors, cast members, and whatever else she needed to do to get ready for the filming of the movie. I had no idea that creating a movie was this difficult.

It didn't bother me that I wasn't going to play Bella. I really didn't want the part and I don't think that Edward wanted me to get the part either. But what did bother me was that Jessica was dragging me to the set of The Pretty Corpses where I would have to face my fear of being within a hundred feet of Edward Cullen.

I wasn't afraid that he would bite me or try to kill me, what I was afraid of was him saying something rude to me and tearing down my ego. I didn't think that he liked me very much and even thinking about being anywhere near him made me feel like I should go crawl into a hole and die. I didn't take rejection very well and having someone hate me without even getting a chance to know made it even worse.

"Stop moping around Bella." Jessica ordered wrapping her arm around mine so she could lead me to the set. There were cameras, policemen, actors, actresses, and people walking around with clipboards and headsets with microphones attached to them walking around the outside of the bus station. I felt out of place.

"What scene are they filming today?" I asked Jessica, frowning at the outside of the bus station.

"I don't know." Jessica shrugged. "I just know that they need extras and I think that you will be a perfect, Mike's here too!" She sounded overly excited. "I think he actually has a speaking role."

That made me feel a little better, it meant that more people that knew me would witness Edward's rudeness towards me, though Jessica insists that Edward is one of the sweetest men that she has ever met, which tore down my ego even more because that meant that he really did hate me.

"Jessica." The director yelled at her running towards her. She was a short woman with stringy blond hair, heavy eyeliner, and brown eye shadow. She was wearing a heavy jacket and kept on glancing at her clipboard. "Get into wardrobe and makeup- who are you?" She asked me. Her eyes glancing at the clipboard.

"She's one of the extras." Jessica answered for me.

"You, hair and makeup." She pointed to Jessica. "You, over there with the other extras." She pointed to the bus station. I followed her finger, not even glancing back to look at Jessica. The farther away I was from Jessica, the less likely I would run into Edward Cullen.

There weren't many extras in the bus station. I'd say ten to fifteen at the most. It was a closed set and not many people knew that they were shooting on location over here. They were trying to keep as much details as they could about this movie on the down low for fear of extremist (people who both loved and hated vampires).

They weren't worried about the vampires' lives (if you consider vampires to have lives) but for the extremist's lives. Many people think that it's fun to slice open their arm and see how vampires react. Most vampires can't handle their blood lust when put into a situation like that and they end up attacking the person that has cut open their arm, there are hardly any survivors and if there are, they wake up as vampires.

There was actually a trial not too long ago where a human died because he slashed open his arm and told the vampire to drink from it. The human wanted to be a vampire but the vampire drained him dry. The vampire was sentenced to death for carelessness.

That was one of the conflicts that the media brought up when they heard about the director of this movie wanting to use real vampires. That's why there are so many police officers here. When Jessica and I first got here, the policemen patted us down and removed everything that could break skin, incase either of us decided to test the vampire blood lust.

"Hey Bella." Mike yelled at me over the loud murmurs from the extras, they were pretty loud for such a small crowd. I looked around the room for him. He was sitting near the vending machines with a pink script in his lap.

I smiled awkwardly as I sat in the chair next to him. "Hi Mike." I tried to sound excited to be here when in reality I had never been so sick before in my life. I was hoping that I was one of the extras that didn't go anywhere near Edward or even better, they didn't need me.

"Jessica got me a speaking role." He held up his script.

"Really?" I was impressed by how easily I was able to act surprised.

"Yeah." Mike handed me the script. "I get to talk to Jessica about vampires and how bad they are and how I'm how I'm happy that she sings about killing them."

"Jessica can sing?" I asked, skimming over the script.

"I think they're getting someone else to sing and pretending it's her, kind of like Singing in the Rain." Mike explained.

I nodded, still looking over the script. I had to admit that Mike had an interesting part and it would be funny to see how Jessica interacted with him. She's had a huge crush on him since the sixth grade and every time she's around him, she gets nervous and stumbles on her words.

"Have you practiced any of it yet?" I asked, handing him back the script.

Mike nodded. "I tried to practice with Jessica but every time that we would attempt it she would stop me and say how Edward could do it better." He rolled his eyes. "You would think she was in love with him."

"She probably is." I mumbled dryly under my breath. I wasn't bitter because of Jessica, I was honestly happy for her; I was bitter because Edward was nice to her and a jerk to me.

"Bella, do you think that you could help me?" Mike asked.

I tightened my jaw and looked at him. "Mike, I don't think-"

"Please Bella. I really want to get this part right." He handed me back the script. "You just have to read the lines; you don't have to actually act or anything."

I took the script from him and followed him to the vending machines. It was too loud where we were sitting and the scene took place by the vending machines anyway. I guess it would be easier for Mike to act out the scene where the scene is actually going to take place.

"So where do you want to begin?" I asked thumbing through the script.

"Let's start from," Mike glanced over my shoulder, "you mean coffin breath." Mike ran his finger over the line he had just quoted.

I snorted. I think the character was talking about Edward. Coffin Breath was a great name for Edward, just because it sounded insulting. I didn't know if Edward had coffin breath or not, I was just aggravated that he didn't like me.

"You mean Coffin Breath?" I quoted the script.

"That wasn't a question, Bella." Mike corrected me. "Here, let me start it off." He grabbed the script from me and read over his lines before handing it back to me and getting into his position.

"Is that a vampire?" Mike quoted the script. He sound genuinely shocked.

"Where?" I asked looking around me, following the script. "Oh, you mean Coffin Breath, don't worry about him, he's a vegetarian."

"You know him?" Mike asked.

I nodded.

"Aren't you afraid that he's going to bite you?"

I shrugged. "He's had many chances, if he hasn't done it now, I doubt he ever will." I was improvising most of it but I doubt Mike would care that much.

"I don't like him." Mike said.

My heart soared. "That makes two of us." I sounded a little too happy about it.

"He looks cocky."

"You have no idea." I had just given up on the script and was replying with how I felt.

"If you don't like him then why are you with him? You hate vampires. Everyone knows that. And I have to agree with you. They deserve to have all their rights stripped away and sent to concentration camps."

My heart dropped. "Aren't you being a little harsh?" I held the script tightly at my side as my eyes narrowed in on Mike. "It's not his fault he's a vampire. Just like it's not your fault you're male."

"Who says that it's not his fault?" Mike snapped back at me. "He probably asked for this. I know you've heard about it before, Bella. The people that will walk into a vampire bars, pull out a razor and slice open their arm so one of the vampires will bite them and make them a vampire. Who says that Edward isn't like that?"

My hand was shaking at my side.

"That's the reason that I love you so much." Mike took several steps towards me. "You get people like me. Your music speaks to us. You understand that vampires are-"

"Vampires are what?" I growled at him.

Mike took several steps back and furrowed his eyebrows. "Bella, that's not your line. I think you're supposed to say-"

I slammed the script onto the ground stomped towards him. "Vampires are what, Mike?" I asked. My fist was still balled at my side. I knew that we were acting but I couldn't distinguish that from reality. I was so caught up in the moment that I had to react.

"Bella you're-"

"You know what? Maybe I like Coffin- Edward Cullen." I decided to use Edward's real name, calling him Coffin Breath when I was trying to defend him sounded like a bad idea. "You know what? I don't just like Edward Cullen, I'm in love with him, and I want to spend the rest of my life- no existence with him and if that means becoming a vampire," I reached into my pocket and pulled out a dollar that I was going to use for lunch and stuffed into the vampire vending machine, "then I will become a vampire." I hit one of the buttons and waited for the bag of blood to come out.

I grabbed the bag of blood and opened it before dumping the contents into my mouth. I was only slightly aware that people were staring at me, including Jessica, the director, and Edward Cullen. I should have been more concerned about the fact that I had just opened a bag filled with animals' blood and was drinking it in front of a vampire but that was the least of my worries at the moment. I had blood, which made me nauseous, in my mouth.

I spit the blood that I hadn't swallowed onto the floor. "Oh my god! That's disgusting." I started to wipe my sleeve across my mouth and lick my arm to get the taste of blood out of my mouth. It wasn't working.

It was dead quiet, except for me, who was jumping up and down as I tried to find things that could replace the taste. "I can't get it out." I started to chant as I continued to lick everything in sight. "I can't get it out."

A loud laughter accompanied my lament. Edward was doubled over as he laughed at me. Talk about adding insult to injury. He was supposed to be a crazy blood lust vampire right now. Not laughing about the fact that I had just drank about half a pint of blood.

I ended up falling to my knees, coughing up the blood that had fallen down my throat. My face was inches away from the blood and I could smell it, the stench of copper and salt. My eyes started to roll and I was feeling dizzy. My main focus had turned from trying to get the blood out of my mouth to try not to pass out.

"Get her out of here!" Someone yelled, their voice sounded distant. "And someone clean up the mess that she made."

I couldn't help it. I had to throw up. I didn't want to throw up but I had to. My stomach started to turn and I was coughing. The acid in my stomach was crawling up my throat and I finally couldn't take it anymore. I threw up.

The smell was revolting and I was losing the fight for consciousness. The only thing that I was concerned about was not passing out on the pile of blood and vomit that was in front of me. I let my body rock to the side as my eyes rolled into the back of my head as my body went limp.

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I think that someone had put an ice bag on my head. I shivered as I fought through the clouds to go back to reality. Things were starting to slowly come back to me. I remember fighting Mike and I remembered drinking the blood but I refused to remember anymore. I wanted to forget everything that happened earlier today.

"Please don't let anyone have a camera phone." I whispered to myself. "Please don't let anyone have a camera phone."

"They made everyone hand in their camera phones before they were allowed on set." My inner voice tried to sooth my conscious. I frowned to myself. I was trying to figure out why my inner voice was a male and why that male sounded like Edward Cullen. "Though, I'm kind of disappointed that no one was able to record that. It would have been a great shot for the movie."

My eyes snapped opened and I quickly pulled my back from the table. The ice bag didn't drop away from my forehead like a normal ice bag should. I turned my head to the side and gasped as my cheeks turned red.

Edward Cullen was sitting next to me.

"What are you doing here?" I screamed at him.

I had spent months obsessed with the idea of Edward Cullen. I couldn't get over the fact that he hated me but here he was sitting next to me with his hand glued onto my forehead. This was worse than throwing up blood in the middle of the bus station.

"I wanted to meet the woman that wants to spend the rest of her life- no existence with me." There was no denying the humor in his voice. His topaz eyes were shining and his lip was twitching. I think he was trying to hold back his laughter.

"I was acting." I tried to defend.

"You're not that good of an actor." I wasn't sure if it was an insult or not. "So I doubt that was acting."

My face dropped. "I got over excited and said things I shouldn't have." I reworded my statement. "I was still acting."

"You didn't follow the script very well." Edward couldn't stop twitching his lip.

"I was improvising." I let my back fall onto the table and closed my eyes. A headache was forming.

"So you told him you loved me?"

"Improvising." I growled.

"But you still love me." It wasn't a question. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was smiling at me. "I never heard you say that you didn't love me."

"I don't love you." I told him. "Are you happy now?

His smile didn't falter, in fact, he started to chuckle. "Do you want me to be happy that you don't love me?"

I raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't make any sense." I growled at him.

"Did you enjoy the blood?" He asked, ignoring my statement.

My stomach twisted. "It was disgusting." I grabbed onto my stomach. "And the smell." I scrunched up my nose.

"Humans can't smell blood."

"I can." I closed my eyes as I tried to block out the memory of the smell. "I've always been able to. Its smells like pennies, lots and lots of pennies."

Edward removed his hand from my forehead. "I don't care much for those packs of blood, either. I can promise that you don't have to drink them again. I think that they're going to feed you cherry kool-aid next time."

"Next time?" I asked, snapping my eyes open. "What do you mean next time?"

Edward grinned. "Didn't they tell you?"

I shook my head.

"You're the new Isabella."

End Chapter.

A/N: Here you go. I hoped you enjoy it and don't fear a review. Reviews are awesome. Seriously. I love them. :) Okay, so I like this chapter. I know that because I like this chapter, no one else is, that's always how it works. Le sigh. But seriously. If you like it, review it. I love to hear what you have to think. Nothing really to say. I promise to update Imagination Land soon.

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