Worse Than Bloodlust
Part Two
A/N: I had some issues with this chapter, but I hope it still turned out pretty good. If you notice OOCness, please feel free to let me know.
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I stood in the doorway and sighed.
"Oh, Bella, he's just having fun," Alice said, turning around with a knowing smile on her face.
"Did he always used to do this?" I asked.
"Of course he didn't do it every minute of the day. There's simply too much time to continue perusing pages and pages of human creations."
"He's currently consumed by it. It's a little freaky if you ask me," I said. And in truth it was freaky. Edward had taken to reviewing each and every story that he disliked and thought was "not very good". "I'm starting to wish I had never asked to do something different."
"Monotony in bed, Emmett?" Rosalie's voice resounded down the hallway. "Why that can't be right!"
"It means they're doing it wrong!" Emmett yelled back.
I grimaced as Emmett came up behind me. "You know Bella, you two don't always have to do it missionary-style. I know Edward can be a bit behind the times, but I'm sure even proper gentlemen know how to play."
If I had still been human my face would've been bright red. As it was, my eyes widened and I slapped him across the head.
"Hey! I was just teasing you!"
"So what's boring Bella today?" Rosalie asked, faking an air of disinterest.
Alice grinned. "Edward wanted to introduce her to fanfiction."
"That geeky past-time of his he wouldn't even look twice at once Bella came along?" Emmett asked.
I sighed again. "And apparently, there's stuff about us—"
"Edward and Bella found a Twilight section that's about vampires," Alice said, practically bouncing in her seat.
"How long have you known?!" I cried.
"Since about five minutes before you decided to come and stand at my door and sigh," Alice answered, "But anyways, the Twilight section are for stories all about us. At least, that's what it seems. None of us are entirely sure as to why and there is the question of whether we're just a story ourselves."
A silence fell over the room.
"Well, I'm bored," Emmett spoke up. "I'll check it out."
I cocked my head towards Emmet in a questioning look.
"What?! You can only do so many different positions in a day."
I chose to remain silent. I was slightly embarrassed that my mind had headed that way in such a fashion. I supposed living near him and Rosalie all the time probably didn't help.
Rosalie shook her golden curls but shrugged her shoulders. "I suppose it would be a way to kill time. And if nothing else, to watch Edward freak out over supposedly skewed personalities."
"Has anything like this happened before?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. Although, thinking about it now, I wasn't sure I wanted to know how obsessive he had gotten with the computer before he had met me.
"Oh he used to rave about it," Rosalie said smiling.
There was a touch of evil to her smile and I took an uncertain step away from her.
"He used to go watch some movie in Seattle and come home and turn on that computer. He'd be there for hours and then would come around with the rest of us and rant quietly to himself."
"He used to say something like, 'Oh oh see,' all the time and it was odd," Emmett added.
"They're letters," I supplied. "OOC. It's an acronym for Out Of Character."
All eyes turned on me and I felt like eight inches tall. "Don't look at me. Edward told me."
"Come on!" Alice yelled. "We're going to see stories about us!"
"How do you know?" Rosalie asked.
Alice lifted a hand to her head and closed her eyes. "I have foreseen it. Now let's go!"
When we entered the room Edward's hands and jaw were clenched. He looked up at the sight of everyone in the doorway. Looking over everyone his eyes settled on mine. I grinned and he got up and started walking towards me.
He stopped right in front of me and ignored everyone else. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Alice head over to the empty computer chair, claiming it for her own. Rosalie and Emmett followed.
I focused on Edward as he grabbed my hands. "You know I love you, right?"
The rational part of me told me that I should be irritated with him, that this all probably had to do with another 'Bella falls for Emmett and Jasper' story. But looking at his beautiful face? I melted and smiled. "Of course, I know that."
"And you love me too?"
"Of course, I love you, Edward." How could I not? His beautiful face, his all encompassing wonderfulness…What wasn't there to love? As I saw relief settle on his face I realized how glad I was for not being irritated with him. We could've had a huge misunderstanding there. "Now, what did you find to make you think that I wasn't in love with you?"
"Lots," Alice answered for him. "Did you know that Bella and I are an item?" she asked.
"There's quite a few of those," Edward ground out. "And some of them are actually decently written."
"And there's a story here completely about Rosalie and how mean she is."
I swear I saw the slightest smirk on Rosalie's face but it was gone as soon as I saw it.
"Edward!" Alice cried. "You didn't!"
"What I'd do?" Edward asked.
"You did not leave this review on some poor girl's story. She's probably crying right now," Alice said.
"What's her name?"
"2005."
"Have you read her story? Actually, don't even bother. It's that bad. Just jump to the last chapter. It's titled "IMPORTANT ANN!!".
"You mean Ann?"
I glanced at Edward's face. "I think he only wishes he did."
Alice's jaw dropped. "I'm almost glad I wasn't prepared for that. It would've meant that I would've had to read that twice." She turned around to Edward. "You did leave a rather mean review."
"What did he say?" I asked, my curiosity once again getting the better of me.
Emmett leaned over Alice's shoulder as she moved the mouse to click on the review page. "This story strikes a sad chord deep within my heart. The poor grammar and sentence structure aside, the plot is flimsy at best. The characters are cardboard cut-outs of high school drama and stereotypes. These characters do not even remotely resemble Bella, Jasper, Emmet, or Edward. Bella being a "goth" is highly ridiculous. She doesn't like clothes or make-up! Her taking the time to look like one is highly unlikely. Perhaps you should take the time to know your characters before writing them into this thing that you call a story."
"Poetic," Rosalie responded dryly as Emmett finished. "Was that your best attempt at being angry or were you holding yourself back?"
"He was holding back alright," I said for him, remembering when I saw him arguing about switching his biology class to another period.
Alice closed the review page and let Emmett stare at the chapter.
"This little girl, Alice," Emmett began, "seems to have a large vocabulary of curse words. She used: fuck, bitch, whore, bastard, son of a bitch, freaking asshole, fucking asshole, man who lives in his mother's basement, cunt, and mother-fucker."
I whistled. "Was that all because of Edward?"
"Yup," Alice answered.
"Edward," I began, "I have an idea."
"What is it?"
"Give up reading fanfiction. We'll do something more interesting with our time."
Edward seem to struggle with himself. I raised an eyebrow. "Edward," I said, nodding my head towards the computer, "we really don't need to deal with that."
"You're quite right," he said finally. "I'm sure Jacob's more literate than any of them. Actually, any of the dogs would be more literate than them."
I chose to ignore his insult. I had won this battle. I wrapped my arms around him and said, "Let's do something exciting." He smiled and we left the room.
"Wait! What if we are in a fanfiction ourselves?" Alice yelled. "Oh wait, never mind. It should be good, especially now that I'm in it."
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The End
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A/N: This part sort of mutated on me, but I think it might have made it better than what I originally planned. Of course, I could be wrong and this was just an awful chapter.
Thank Psychic-Porsche-3 for reminding me that I haven't finished this story. (Especially considering I only have tonight and tomorrow before I will be swamped with a whole bunch of classes and papers. In fact, thank you Psychi-Porsche-3!!
Please review. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.