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Everything was quiet. He stood above her sleeping figure, his dark cloak billowing out behind him from the cold draft floating through the room. Her breathing was shallow. His gaze stayed on her heaving chest for awhile longer before his eyes steadily moved up to her neck. He could hear the sweet blood pulsing from within her veins; his eyes lingering, wishing desperately for the moment to come when he would get to taste it.
Finally, the bright topaz orbs that glowed slightly in the darkened room came to rest upon her serene face. The immaculate brown eyes that shone with so much depth and beauty only hours before were now covered by pale, ghostly lids. Her full lips quivered slightly; tempting him, teasing him.
Slowly, cautiously, he leaned down so he was just a breath away. He ran a hand through her gossamer hair and down the side of her face. It felt so smooth, so warm against his icy skin. Continuing to lean in, he didn't notice her eyes flutter open. When he was a breath's length away from her throat, a burst of warm air ruffled his bronze hair.
"Edward?" She whispered gently.
Without looking up, he pressed his lips to her jugular and just before he got the chance to pierce her pale skin with his sharp white teeth, there was a loud 'bang'.
Mina gave a bloodcurdling howl at the sudden noise.
Dracula lifted his head from Mina and hissed at the three men who had burst into the room at the sound of her scream.
As John rushed to protect his beloved wife from the demon, someone threw open the stage exit door and a stream of daylight hit the stage, enveloping him in a cloud of brightness.
"Argh!" He shouted as the light hit his face, blinding him temporarily.
"Aha!" Dr. Van Helsing ran on stage and leapt towards John brandishing his index finer. "I knew it all along! They walk among us!"
The cast members on stage just glanced at each other, trying to figure out what was going on. This most definitely was not in the script.
"The monsters of our nightmares are in fact a reality!" Dr. Van Helsing continued his ranting as he gazed out into the audience. "The ones that suck your blood, turn into bats in the blink of an eye, and burn in the sunlight! Ladies and Gentlemen, behold," He spread his arms wide.
Off-stage, Rosalie went to go bursting onto the scene to shut up the delusional doctor but Esme and Alice grabbed her arms, dragging her back into the darkened wing.
"Holy Crow!" Mina whispered under her breath.
"Crap, he's going off script!" Quincy exclaimed quietly.
"Shit!" Dracula hissed as he drew his cape closer around him. He swiftly grabbed Mina's hand and turned towards the left wing.
They got about two paces when Dr. Van Helsing yelled out "Michael Leslie Newton is a vampire!"
Everyone went deathly silent.
After a moment, the entirety of the cast, crew and audience cried "Leslie?"
Mike's face was mortified.
Backstage, Esme, Rosalie and Alice had burst out laughing. Foolish mortals Meanwhile, Mina and Dracula, their Escape forgotten, stared dumbstruck.
"Dr. Van Helsing," Mina composed herself from the shock and attempted to stay in character, "Don't you me he," She pointed to the vampire beside her, "Is a vampire? You know, Dracula?"
"Don't try and trick me!" Dr. Van Helsing shouted.
"Yeah," Dracula indicated to himself, also trying to help the situation at hand, "Don't you mean I'm a vampire? I did try to suck Mina's blood before I was so rudely interrupted…" He trailed off, feeling put out that he didn't have enough time to sneakily plant a small kiss on his girlfriend's throat.
"I know what I saw!"
Mike, finally having everything that happened in the past five minutes sink in, decided to take action.
"Dude, you promised not to tell!" Mike exclaimed at Dr. Van Helsing.
"So you admit it?"
"Admit that my middle name is-"
"That's not the point!" He protested. "You're a creature of the night that must be vanquished!" Quickly, he grabbed a pencil from the props on a nearby desk and advanced on Mike.
Quincy Morris and Dr. Stewart grabbed the back of Dr. Van Helsing's coat despite his protests of "We must destroy him!"
Up in the catwalks, Eric, in a final Looney Toon scheme to destroy Edward and capture Bella for himself, grabbed a sandbag, not having any anvils around, and attempted to drop it over the edge in a position for it to fall directly on Edward's head.
However, his fickle attempt was foiled when Emmett appeared on the other end of the catwalk, armed with a long bamboo pole. He poked Eric a few times before withdrawing it.
"Give me the sand bag." Emmett growled.
"No." Eric spat viciously.
"Give me the sandbag." Emmett growled again with a little more force, baring his teeth.
"No!" Eric yelled. He wasn't giving up without a fight.
"Give me the sandbag you little mortal!"
"Mortal?" Eric asked, his face twisting into one of confusion. Emmett nodded his head in confirmation.
"No! They've multiplied!" In a moment of panic, Eric lobbed the sandbag at Emmett.
He missed.
The sandbag landed with a boom a few feet from Tyler. Everyone looked up to the catwalk, from which the giant chandelier was dangerously swinging.
"Are you sure we're just not haunted?" Quincy asked.
"If we are, the ghosts seem like they're out to get Tyler." Dr. Stewart shrugged and pointed in Dr. Van Helsing's direction.
"Shut up Aaron!" He cried back, clearly getting a little shook up.
Tyler thrashed around, trying to free himself form the grasp of his fellow cast members. "He's a vampire! We must kill him! Just like Lucy! Remember the play? We have to kill him before he-"
THUNK!
A second sandbag hit Tyler on the head.
"Is there a Doctor in the house?" Quincy asked as he stared out at the audience.
Carlisle, who had been trapped in a fit of silent laughter and hysterics, composed himself and ran onstage to help.
"Rosalie, what are you doing?" Edward asked as he finished wiping the remains of his stage make up off in Carlisle's office at the hospital, paying attention to his sister for the first time since they had arrived.
Rosalie put down her copy of The Half Blood Prince and turned her attention to Edward.
"Just gathering evidence that Snape is a vampire."
"Snape is not a vampire." Edward stated. "Just because he lives in the dungeons, pops up out of no where, wears all black, and doesn't go out in the daylight does not prove that he is a vampire."
"But after Lupin's return to class after Snape gave the werewolf lecture, he gave one on vampires, proving that he knows something we don't; or should I say, you don't?" Rosalie retorted airily.
"Snape is as much a vampire as Mike Newton will ever be."
"Or Tyler Crowly. And I plan to keep it that way…" She trailed off, still implying that Snape, Mike, and possibly Tyler were vampires, or soon to be.
"He just has a concussion, there is no reason for anyone to bite him. We don't just bite anyone you know."
"Better safe than sorry."
Rosalie got up from the office chair she was previously sitting in and began riffling through Carlisle's file cabinets.
"What are you looking for?" Edward asked suspiciously.
With an "Aha", Rosalie extracted a single file.
"What's that?"
"Tyler Crowly's file." She said dismissively as she began flipping through it.
"Rosalie…"
"Oh… Interesting; he is allergic to penicillin…"
"Don't even-"
"Hey, we were almost discovered because of him!"
"It would be more suspicious if he died."
"I suppose you're right." Rosalie surrendered looking crestfallen as she returned the folder back to its home.
"Come on, let's go and meet up with the others." Edward sighed as he headed for the door.
"Where are they?" Rosalie asked as she followed him out into the crowded hallway.
"In Jasper's room."
Together, they moved quickly through the crowded halls of the old hospital until they came upon the hallway harboring the room their brother was supposed to be situated in.
"What's all that noise?" Rosalie asked as they made their way towards the end of the hall.
"Who knows…" Edward replied offhandedly.
"It sounds like it's coming from that room." Rosalie stated as she pointed at the room numbered 1021. "What number are we headed to again?"
Edward pulled a small slip of paper out of his pocket and frowned upon seeing their destination.
"1021."
"That can't be right."
"Well, it says right here," He said gesturing at the piece of paper, "That it is."
"But Carlisle said that Jasper is in a room of his own."
"Maybe they needed the room for someone else. Come on, let's check it out." Edward pushed open the door and held it open so Rosalie could enter first.
"Always the gentleman…" Rosalie muttered sarcastically under her breath.
Edward rolled his eyes as he followed her in and let the door swing shut.
They were both met with an unexpected sight. In the bed nearest the door, Jasper lay surrounded by the rest of the family. Emmett and Bella were standing next to the bed laughing over something, extremely loud. Esme was sitting at the end of the bed, staring at her husband who was standing nearby, filling out some forms. Kneeling by Jasper's head was Alice, talking exuberantly about the night's events.
What surprised them though, was that in the bed closer to the window, Tyler was nestled under the covers, mumbling about vampires and how he 'almost had him'. He was surrounded by the rest of the cast and crew, asking questions about his outbreak on stage and how his head felt.
Then, in the final bed in the room, the one closest to the window, was a boy; his head of short light brown hair sticking up from under the covers where the rest of his body was concealed. He was turned away from everyone and appeared to be unconscious. It also seemed as though people were avoiding his bed like the plague.
"What's going on?" Rosalie asked, stunned.
"I have no idea…" Edward trailed off as he stared at the group of students, still in full costume, and the mysterious sleeping boy.
At Edward's last remark, Emmett stared at the two arrivals from his place beside Bella and waved to them like crazy.
"Eddie! Rosalie! It's about time you got here!" Emmett said as they made their way over.
Edward growled under his breath at the use of the nickname his brother's had given him.
"Never call me that again." He growled as he wrapped a protective arm around Bella's shoulder.
"What's going on?" Rosalie asked as she glanced around the overcrowded hospital room, even though it was probably the biggest one in the old residence.
"Well, since Carlisle had to take Tyler away from the school, he decided that he should keep him in the same room as me so he could keep watch over both of us." Jasper replied nonchalantly.
"What happened to you anyways? Are your powers back?" Edward questioned.
"Not quite, but they should be soon." Carlisle said as he moved over to Jasper's bedside, still holding his clipboard. "It seems that Jasper obtained some sort of flu and put his powers on hold. He should be back to normal soon, though I'm not exactly sure how he got the flu in the first place; generally our type can't catch such menial illnesses."
"You hear that Jazz?" Alice began as she poked his arm, "You'll have your powers back soon enough…"
"Powers?" Mike asked, turning towards the Cullens, lifting his eyebrows.
"Yeah, his…" Bella started but was quickly cut off by Emmett.
"Powers to get a strike every string in bowling!"
Everyone just stared at him. After a minute, Rosalie regained her composure and mouthed the work 'bowling' to her husband in a questioning way.
"Of course! Jasper here," Emmett continued, pointing to his bed-ridden brother, "Is an amazing bowler; but then when his cold kicked in, he lost the power to bowl non-stop strikes…" He trailed off as everyone turned back to what they were doing.
By now, Bella and Alice were giggling uncontrollably.
"Smooth move bowl-man…" Edward spat sarcastically.
"Why are we talking about bowling when there is a more important matter at hand?" Tyler asked.
Everyone was silent.
Screaming, he pointed out "Mike is a vampire!"
"Oh Tyler," Edward began, smirking, "There is no such thing as vampires," causing everyone in the hospital room, vampires and humans alike, to break out into a round of boisterous laughter, signifying that all was well in the town of Forks.
