Disclaimer: Not Stephenie. Got it? Good.
Bella skipped into the alleyway. "Another innocent, Edward? What happen to rapists and murders?" She caught on. "New slayer in town? Good enough to catch you? A boy? Not a Buffy-type?" Her eyes sparkled—because she was new and easily excited and hadn't seen a slayer in action yet.
Edward didn't answer any of her questions. He didn't want to think of slayers. At least that slayer—they were supposed to be easy game; this one wasn't. He ran.
"Okay, don't answer. Have fun being a stereotype!" He heard her blow a raspberry in his direction.
—End Chapter Three of Fangs and Stakes—
A/n: Bella's a little OOC. Sowwy.