Trick-or-Treat

Chapter 4; Part 3

Leah's Point of View

We all sat around a circle. Seth and Embry sat right next to me. We were going to play "Extreme Cullen Truth or Dare." I was actually excited for what was to come. I gazed at everyone around me: Emmett, Rosalie, Bella, Edward, Sam, Jared, Seth, Embry, Quil, Alice, Jasper, Jacob and Paul. I thought that Emmett's costume was the most extreme. His totally beat Paul's line of lingerie. Jacob stood up and quickly ran to the table that had the excessive amount of food and snatched two large Hot-Cheeto bags. He threw one towards Jared, almost smacking into my face. That sucker…

Alice revolved the empty Coca-Cola bottle and it landed on Emmett. I wonder what the psychic was going to dare him to do. Emmett clapped his hands and impatiently fidgeted on the floor. It was funny when he did that; he acted so much like a child.

"Emmett—dare or extreme dare?" Alice asked, her face composed.

"Um dare—Wait, no, I take that back—I pick… Extreme Dare. Alice, you better hit me with your best shot," Emmett answered, getting up from the circle and then spontaneously shaking his man hips.

Alice laughed silently. "I dare you to go down to the police station and talk to the police officers—Charlie isn't there so don't worry, Bella. Make talk with them and ask them if they're single. And whatever else you think would be funny."

We all got up from the circle and ran outside. Getting to the police station would take us at least two or three minutes. The vampires would be there in probably in less than a second. They preferred to hitch us a ride and we edgily accepted—not me though. I was able to keep up with Edward, just a smidge behind. We all started racing through the woods onto the main rode that led us to the station.

We all crouched behind the bushes, waiting for Emmett to make his weird entrance. Good thing the windows were opened wide. Emmett took his stance right outside and fixed his shirt and wig. He struck his arm with the whip and then entered the building with a tiny giggle.

"Hi officers," Emmett began, with a womanly soprano voice. "I'm kind of lost."

"Good evening… Miss… How can we help you?" One of the officers asked, bewildered on weather Emmett was a man or a woman.

"Oh, no, this is a costume. My name is Alex, but I call my self Alice. So… You boys single?" Emmett started twirling his hair. He sounded ridiculously funny at trying to seduce old police men. He whipped the front desk with the leather lash and blew one of the officers a kiss.

"Sir, I mean, Miss, I think it's awfully late. You should get going back home," the second officer said.

"Can I holler at you guys some time? I'm just a professional dancer, but I do other professional things," Emmett said, winking. And at that moment he "dropped" his whip. He turned around, so his ass could be facing the officers, and then did the 'Bend and Snap.' One of the officers covered their mouth to try to hide their gag. The other one was really perverted; he followed Emmett's 'Bend and Snap' pose all the way to the floor. "Gotta run boys," Emmett said, darting out of the building with his whip in hand.

We all maniacally laughed. Especially Jacob and Paul. These booty-holes thought everything was funny. Rosalie chuckled to herself. I was impressed that he could pull this off.

In a minute, we all arrived back at the Cullen mansion. I sat out for the rest of the game. I didn't want to do anything retarded to mess up my reputation. Besides, Sam was here, and I wouldn't want to be doing anything near him. Every time Sam accompanied us some place, I'd really feel uncomfortable. Everyone, mainly, chose dare. Jacob dared Jasper and Edward to have a food eating contest. Jasper and Edward looked at the food like if it was something from space; he said that this would be a very unpleasant dare. Either way, Jasper won.

The one Truth that got the heck laughing out of us was Bella's secret making out confession. Of course it was Emmett who asked her the weirdest question.

"Bella… How many times have you and Edward done it? Answer honestly—we have Alice on our side," Emmett asked, chuckling.

She looked at Edward wryly. "Um, I don't know. I know for sure that it was more than twenty times," she admitted.

"Do you guys have good memories? Alice was telling us one day that on your honey moon you guys broke Esme's headboard back at Isle Esme." Emmett clapped his hands like the dork her was. Rosalie and Edward simultaneously reached out to slap Emmett behind the head.

Eventually we called it quits playing Truth or Dare. Edward brought down his Play Station 3 and introduced us to the new Guitar Hero game. Paul and Jacob stormed out at how they would beat each other at the game. Everyone decided that the guitar battles would be Vampires VS Werewolves. Bella and Jacob were up first. This would be something worth watching.

I watched how their fingers pressed each button: green, red, yellow, blue and orange. They were playing one of the hardest songs. Bella was sure to win, but Jared "accidently" bumped into her, making her mess up on the chords. Jacob was victorious. That was one win for the Wolves.

Up next it was Seth and Alice. This one would be the hardest. Seth was a major expert at Guitar Hero. Alice looked frustrated. This time, Seth got to pick a song of his choice. He chose "Black Magic Woman" by Santana. The notes were coming pretty quickly. Seth got a head-start, making Alice miss one note. That'd be the end. Seth would be victorious over little Alice.

I didn't want to play. I wouldn't want to annihilate the winning streak of the pack. I did feel a little drowsy. I would ask Rosalie—she's the nicest to me, unbelievably—if I could take a few zees. I walked over to her and Emmett and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Rosalie, is it okay if I could use one of your guest rooms to take a little nap?" I asked, not putting any effort to raise my voice over the howls and wails of the boys.

"Sure, Leah. I'll accompany you. I want to change into something more nightish," Rosalie replied, releasing Emmett from her grasp.

We walked up silently through the grand staircase and made our way into one of the guest rooms. Little Armani was resting on that bed.

"Whoops. I forgot that Alice's own dog had a room. I'll take you to the one by my room," she said again, going back down the hall.

We arrived in a big white room. It looked just like a very rich hotel area; lavish. Little purple candles were arranged on the small nightstand. I went to sit on the bed; the texture felt amazing.

"Thanks Rosalie," I said. "You're nice. I actually kinda like you. No offense."

"I kinda like you too Leah. You smell way better than those mutts downstairs," she replied, with a chuckle. "You don't even smell like dog, you smell like… Well I don't know how to explain it. But your smell is clear; water-like. So I guess I should leave. You do look pretty tired."

"Thanks again."

"Yup." She switched off the lights and then vanished.

Rosalie was cool. I wonder why I never noticed before. The last time I had talked to her, she was angry at Jacob for making stupid-blonde jokes. But she never took out anything on me. I was thankful for that—at least someone liked me, just a little. I took off my wings and my flats. For once in my life I did feel tired. I felt incapacitated; not wanting to move. I closed my eyes, letting sleep control my mind…

"Dad, is there someone out there for me? I feel lonely all the time. I need you back. I need to know that someone is here with me, willing to catch me if I stumble… I need you. Come back, please," I said, holding onto my father's hands in a bright tunnel.

"My Leah, my beautiful daughter. I'm always here for you. Even though you don't see me, I'm always here. Keep your heart open. Never be afraid to love again. Resentment is never the answer. Just keep you heart open," he replied.

I held onto his hands, never wanting to part from them. Tears escaped from my eyes. I need him more than anything in the world. I never got to tell him how much I loved him before he died.

"It's no use, dad," I said, again. "I'm fatally doomed. I'm an infinite dead end. I just want you to come back." I couldn't feel my dad by my side anymore. He had somehow slipped away. I stared at my surroundings. I wasn't in the bright tunnel anymore. I was in the woods; all the color faded, making the scenery black and white.

"Dad, where are you?" I called out, rushing through the trees. My speed killed me. I tried to run fast, but I couldn't. I was sluggish. This was a time when you wished that you could run faster, but no matter how hard you tried, you were still at a reduced speed.

I heard an abrupt shriek through the woods. I ran towards the piercing sound. There was a mangled body of a woman lying on the ground. There was also a man crouched beside her. The man with dark skin was covered in blood, holding a switchblade—I cringed at the sight.

Hovering closer to the mangled body, I started recognizing the dead body and the man. I felt asphyxiated when I recognized the man and the broken body. It was me—I was the victim. The murderer was… Jake?

"Murderer!" I shrieked breathlessly, waking up from my daunting dream. It was a dream, I thought, all a dream. I was covered in sweat. I needed to use the washroom. Just then, there was a hard knock on the door. "Who is it?" I called. No one answered. I got up from the bed and walked to the door. I opened it and there was nobody there.

The lights from the hall were shut off. There were no lights on, actually. There was no noise coming from the living room either. The hair on my arms shot up. I was scared. Where was everybody? They wouldn't just leave me here all alone, would they? I rushed back to the side of the bed and put on my flats and just carried my wings. I gently walked down the hall, trying to find the switch for the lights. I found it, but when I would try to switch them on nothing would turn on. My heartbeat was starting to thrust, wanting to jump out my chest.

"Jacob? Seth?" I called out. There was no reply. "Rosalie? Alice?" There was still no answer.

I was almost at the top of the staircase. Wait, no. Crap, I was all the way opposite of the staircase. Damn, I had to go back the other direction now. There was a whimpering sound in one of the rooms. I recognized it as Armani's cries. I opened the door and the puppy immediately boosted herself up into my arms. Armani was shaking. Poor thing must've been scared because it was left alone. Armani whimpered and squirmed in my arms. What the hell was wrong with this dog?

There was an awkward smell coming from this room also. It was a scent that only a vampire would leave. I knew what was going on now. The pack and the Cullens were playing a prank on me. I was sure of it. Edward, you're idea was so lame. It didn't work so come out now, I thought, knowing Edward would tell everyone that I figured out this foolish attempt to scare me.

"Stop trying to scare me, you bunch of idiots. Get the hell out of where you are," I said, annoyed. I started walking inside of the room where Armani was, noticing that the tall glass window was opened. What the hell…?

I walked towards it, letting Armani tumble on the bed. The breeze blew in, shooting the stinging vampire smell, making me cringe. Their smell never hit me like it did now. Ugh, this was so unbearable!

It was so fast that I didn't know what hit me. Something brick-hard blew into my face…

So... what did you think? Good enough?