Vampire Mermaids – Esme, I made the sink explode
APOV
We arrived back at the house after our race, I had won of course. Yes, this means I have gloating rights for the next week. I rolled down the hood to my Porsche and jumped out. Jasper followed me a few seconds later with a smug look on his face. Yep he's going to hold this over Emmett, that'll be good.
After some [okay A LOT] of grumbling from the others, we all exited the garage and made our way into the house. As we walked, I taunted Edward in my head: Ha-ha, You lost, I won, and Bella's a slow-driver. I thought in a sing-song voice. He growled under his breath. Someone's a sore loser.
"Shut it Alice," he snapped at me.
"But I didn't say anything Edward," I informed him and looked at him innocently. By this point everyone, even Bella, was suppressing laughter.
Once we entered the main area, we split apart. Rosalie rushed off towards Esme and Carlisle to tell them about her new power, dragging Emmett along with her. I didn't need my husband to tell me she was bubbling over with happiness. I foresaw the unnecessary and completely inappropriate vision of what they were going to do in their bedroom afterwards. Yuk! Bella and a sulky Edward went off to their room (AN: They don't have a cottage because they don't have Renesme) to listen to music and for Bella to try to cheer him up. Why couldn't Emmett and Rosalie's afternoon be as PG as theirs? I mean, I've seen them doing the 'deed' to, but it's not half as bad as Emmett and Rosalie or half as often. Jazz and I headed towards the forest to go hunting, I could tell by his dark bronze, nearly black eyes that he needed it. I do not want to see the visions accompanied with him not taking this hunting trip. It's best not to test his control.
It was early morning of the next day, dawn had just hit and sunlight was streaming over the forest. Once in a while the rays would manage to weave their way through the foliage and hit our skin, lighting us up like diamonds. We were finished hunting, I caught a couple elk and Jazz caught two mountain lions and a grizzly. There was no need to rush, so we were walking back at a human pace, not making use of our supernatural speed. I was smack-dab in the middle of a sentence when a vision caught me off guard. I saw Emmett wrecking a one-of-a-kind Gucci dress that was custom made for me. Oh, he is so dead! I don't care that he hasn't even done it yet, he's going to be a pile of ashes before the night's over.
I took off running at maximum vampire speed in the direction of our house. Jasper caught up with me a second later and looked at me, asking with his eyes what was wrong. He must have caught my sudden mood change from happy and content to enraged and deadly.
I was practically fuming: how dare he? That was new! You don't see Jasper destroying one of Rosalie's prized possessions. I was barely able to get out the words, "Emmett… dress… smithereens…" I told him in my rage.
Jasper seemed to understand or at least didn't ask any more questions for fear of my rage getting turned on him. Smart boy. Here's a little lesson for you readers at home: An angry Alice is not an Alice that you want to be around, much less contend with. What was that Bella once told Edward? It was something like, 'angry grizzlies will have nothing on me'. Yeah, well how about angry Volturi will look like mere humans compared to me.
Nobody messes with the wardrobe! I thought Emmett grasped that after his last attempt to destroy a pair of my 3-inch Stiletto Heels. That was 1967. Let's just say there's a reason why he hasn't tried anything till now.
By this point we had crossed the property line and were nearing the front entrance to the house. Somehow I managed to open and close the door without ripping it off its hinges or shaking the entire frame of the house by slamming it shut.
"EMMETT!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I probably shouldn't be so mad seeing as how he wasn't going to actually commit the act until tomorrow, but this was Emmett, he never changes his mind once he's set to do something.
I earned a wary glance from Carlisle and Esme, but they didn't intervene seeing as how nothing was damaged. Yet. I pounded up the stairs, passing Bella and Edward's room where Edward looked somewhat pained by my harsh thoughts. Jasper was trailing behind, ready to separate us if need be.
I stormed into Emmett and Rosalie's room after nearly yanking the door off its frame. Thank God they were fully clothed. I don't care how pissed I am, I do not need to see a topless Emmett or lingerie-covered Rosalie. Something tells me that the real thing is worse than the visions and the visions are bad enough. It appeared as though Emmett was collecting what remained of a desk lamp and Rose was gathering the remnants of clothing scattered around the room. Do not want to think about how it got that way. Gross! Gross! Gross!
They stopped abruptly and turned to fact me. "Yes, Alice?" Emmett asked.
"Don't you 'Yes, Alice' me. I know what you were planning to do." I tapped a finger to my left temple. "What did that Gucci dress ever do to you?" I asked rhetorically. I had calmed down a little; probably Jasper's doing, and was trying to think just a bit more logical than I had been.
"Well for starters," Emmett answered, this is SO not going to be good. "It attacked my nice polo shirt and jeans. I think your dress needs anger-management classes Alice. I could look into getting a clothing-psychologist for it." He finished with a smirk. Rosalie covered her mouth with her hand and attempted to hold in the giggles at his snarky remark.
I had cooled down a little, the comment was pretty funny, and had stopped with the mental death threats towards him. I could see the vision becoming fuzzier, meaning that he was wavering on his decision. Before I could consider what to do next, he bypassed me and Jasper and headed for the stairs, hoping to escape my wrath.
Yeah, like that would help him out any.
I followed him over the stairs. We each got about three stairs in then jumped the railing. We shook the floor a little with our landings, but not enough to shatter anything. I chased him into the kitchen and around the sink. We were doing that thing that they do in movies. You know, where there's a solid object, in this case a kitchen island, in between the two people and when one person moves in one direction, the other person moves towards the opposite one.
We kept up this brigade for about 5 minutes before my anger started boiling. I was on the side closer to the counter where the sink and cabinets were, not that we stored food in them or anything. The odd thing was the faucet (that we hardly ever used) in the sink started rattling and shaking like the water pressure was too much, but nobody had turned it on.
Emmett was shifting from side-to-side of the island, countering whichever move I made. I could have just jumped it, but then I would have rammed into Emmett and shoved him through the wall behind him. Lots of damage, Esme wouldn't have been pleased.
I started moving my hand sideways (like Cleo in the first episode of H2O, you can watch a clip on YouTube) and the faucet started shaking more and then exploded out water.
It surged towards Emmett who was trying to sneak out of the kitchen, soaking him in water.
He turned around and glared at me, dripping wet. Rosalie came barging into the kitchen and nearly walked into Emmett. She stopped just short of him, managing to not get water on herself.
"Alice, Emmett's soaking wet!" She yelled after taking in the full view of her husband.
"You can dry him." I told her playfully and walked past the two of them, maintaining my dryness.
I exited the kitchen and headed towards my room. As I was about to put my foot on the first step, I heard Esme from the kitchen.
"Alice! Why is my faucet, no longer a faucet?" She asked calmly, though you could sense the annoyance building behind her voice. She really doesn't like it when we wreck her appliances, useless or not. As she spoke she came closer and closer to me, finally stopping a foot or so away from my spot on the stairs.
I proceeded to tell her all about the vision of the torn dress and Emmett. I informed her of the accidental sink explosion and the fountain of water. Then ended with a hopeful smile, not knowing what she was going to say because she hadn't made up her mind yet.
By the end, she looked more astonished than agitated. She muttered a, "fine, fine" and headed off to inspect the damage.
I continued on up the stairs, wanting to show Jazz my new power.
As I walked past Edward and Bella's room, he gave me a funny look, having read my thoughts, but didn't say anything. When you're a Cullen, you get used to not asking questions about the weird-goings-on at the household.
My energy and excitement had been building for a while now, and by the time I reached our room, I was practically vibrating with excitement.
He looked up from the civil war book he was reading and smiled at me. "What's got you so excited, Ali?" He asked, closing the book and placing it on his lap.
I stopped bouncing long enough to tell him to move the flowers out of one of the vases in our room. I would have used a cup, but what vampire has a glass of water sitting around their room when they have no use for it?
I told him to stay where he was, I didn't want to risk an Emmett and lose control only to have him splashed with the contents of the vase.
I twirled my wrist, cupping my hand a little, toward the vase and the water magically elevated out of the cup and into the air. Jasper was looking at me with awe. I pulled all of the water out of the cup and then twisted its form to make a giant water sphere. I pushed my wrist forward and made it stop write in front of his face. He looked shocked, and I pulled the water ball back so it was hovering in front of my hand.
"Wow." He paused. "Just wow. That's amazing Alice!"
I smiled at him and leaped onto the bed with vampire grace. I curled up next to him, still hovering the water bubble above my hand.
Now, what to do with it? I thought devilishly.
