Viva Las Vampires
Taffy-Isabella
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Or any of the bands or songs I happen to mention. xD.
Summary: Takes place about two years after the ending of Breaking Dawn. Edward, Bella, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rose are up for a trip of their lives. Where to, you ask? Vegas! Vegas, meet the Twilight Vampires. Vampires, have fun in Vegas.!
A/N: The band of the day? Paramore. They were on the Twilight soundtrack.!
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Alice POV;
Jasper and I pulled up to MGM at 3:35, exactly. I got out of the car and stretched, pretending like I had to. Jasper chuckled, and came around the car, kissing my head and pulling me into his side. I smiled up at him.
"Oh, get a room or something!" I heard Emmett call. Rosalie has dropped him off and sped off to park the Ferrari.
Emmett came to us, grinning, and punched Jasper in the arm. The boys set to work unloading the bags from the Murano, so that we could get the bags to the room.
While I stood, waiting for the bag boys who we're hurrying along with three trolleys, I looked around, pretending that I had never been here before. Of course, that was a lie. We had come here once, ten years ago
"Hello, sir, ma'am. Can we help you with your bags?"
"Yes, that would be lovely," I replied to the carrot-top bag boy, with bad acne. He smiled, in what I assume was supposed to be a charming way.
Him and his equally as acne-faced companion began loading the suitcases onto the carts.
"Wish those kids would hurry up," Emmett muttered under his breath, after about a minute. I rolled my eyes. That luggage was heavy; Especially since one of my bags was filled completely with shoes. I knew Rosalie had a whole bag dedicated to shoes, as well.
"I'm going to go check in. Meet us by the VIP elevator."
"Certainly, Ms...?" The carrot-topped kid trailed off questioningly.
"Cullen," I replied with a sly smile. That would certainly make him go faster.
As I predicted, the two bag boys looked at each other, and sped up the process. Emmett guffawed, and put his arm around my shoulders, supposedly leading me into the large hotel lobby.
Emmett and I walked straight to the front desk, bypassing two human couples and a group of young guys. A smile from me was all it took to get the guys to stop complaining. The two couples, one of which was a gay couple holding hands... Not so much.
Emmett simply ignored the complaints and grinned seductively at the woman behind the counter.
"Hello... Mary-Beth. I'm checking in," Emmett said.
"Well, I'm afraid you'll just have to wait your turn, won't you, mister?" The woman replied. She was bitchy, with a short, bad hair cut and wore no makeup. Ahh, I knew why she wasn't dazzled by Emmett.
"Miss," I said, smiling and looking at her from under my eyelashes, "The name is Cullen. We should have three Terrace suites." I handed her a credit card and my ID.
"Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry, Ms. Cullen. Yes.. Yes, right away."
Mary-Beth, the secretary, set to work typing on her computer. A minute later, I could smell Jasper and Rosalie enter the room together, and after thirty seconds more, they were right next to us.
"Yes, here you go," Mary-Beth said, holding a small manilla elvelope, "That's six key cards, two for each suite. It says there are six of you, but, I only see four?"
Jasper grabbed the envelope before I could, so I replied, "My brother and sister should be here shortly. I'm going to call them and tell them to get right up to whatever floor we're on."
"Two of your suites are on the thirty-fourty floor, and the last one is on the thirty-fifth." Mary-Beth said as I began walking away.
"Thank you, Mary-Beth," Rosalie said, and walked away quickly.
"That woman was totally a lesbian," I whispered to her, giggling.
"I know! She wasn't even like, affected at all by my 'dazzling', as Bella calls it," Emmett complained. Rosalie rolled her eyes and pulled herself into his side.
"You poor baby," Rosalie said, falsely sympathetic. Emmett rolled his eyes. I giggled and Jasper grinned.
"Okay, so, we get one on the thirty-fourth floor." I said with a grin.
"I want the thirty-fifth, anyways. Away from you," Rosalie replied with a fake sneer, and then a small smile. I laughed.
"Whatever floats your boat. At least we won't be able to hear you when you guys decide to... Uhh, do it," Jasper quipped.
"Do what?" Emmett asked, looking down Rosalie's not-so-covering shirt.
I rolled my eyes. "He means have sex, Em."
"Oh. Well, good! I don't want you to hear me anyways!"
"Yeah, me either," Rosalie agreed.
"So we're all in agreement! That's good. I'm going to call Edward and Bella," Jasper said.
I searched the future and cleared my throat as Jasper pulled his phone out.
"You... Might not want to do that, Jazz. Edward and Bella are... Otherwise engaged."
"Please, please, don't tell me they're 'doing it'," Emmett used air quotes, "In the new Porsche. That is disgusting! How could Edward allow that!?"
"Not in the Porsche," I said, "Edward would never allowed it. They're kind of... On, the Porsche."
"Ew," Rosalie wrinkled her nose, "bad mental pictures."
"At least you didn't actually 'see'," I copied Emmett's air quotes, "anything."
"This is true," She nodded in understanding.
"Jazz, lets get to our room. I need to unpack and figure out what I'm going to wear. I think I should wash my hair, too. It needs to be restyled."
"Want some help with that shower?" Jasper asked, with a grin. I rolled my eyes and pushed him playfully.
"Maybe," I said, smiling, "I'll figure it out when I get there. Are you gonna press the button, or no?"
"Oh. I didn't realize we we're already at the elevator," Jasper replied. He reached a hand out and pressed the button lightly. I heard footsteps behind us, and turned in time to see carrot-top.
"What suites are you in, Misses and Misters Cullen?" Carrot-top asked.
Jasper pulled out the key cards and handed them to the boy to see, while we waited for our elevator.
Carrot-top nodded and handed them back. "Who's staying in what rooms? And I see that your initials are on your bags, but what initials belong to who?"
"I'm Alice Cullen, this is my husband Jasper, and we're staying in suite 3432. Rosalie and Emmett Cullen are them," I gestured, "and they're in the one on the thirty-fifth floor. Edward and Bella Cullen are in the room next to Jasper and I."
Carrot-top began walking over to his friend, who was already at the open employee elevator with the carts full of our bags.
"Lalala," I sang, bored. I started bouncing for something to do. I glanced at the digital counter that told you where your elevator was. It was on the twelth floor, now, and since it had started at the thirtieth, I predicted that it would open it's doors for us in fifty-six seconds.
Fifty seconds later, I started counting down. "Six... Five... Four... Three... Two... One... Open!"
Right on time, the door began opening. Jasper chuckled and ruffled my hair, knowing that this one one of the only times he could. Normally, I wouldn't let him get away with such things. Since I was headed to the room to take a shower anyway, I let it slide.
Rosalie and Emmett walked in first, and I stepped it with Jasper. The doors starting closing as soon as we were in. I reached over to the panel and pressed the thirty-third and thirty-fourth floor buttons.
"Lala-la-la, lala-la-la, Elmo's world," I heard Emmett sing under his breath.
Three pairs of eyes turned on him, questioning.
"What the hell are you singing, Emmett!?" Rosalie asked, baffled.
"I don't know! I saw it on a commercial earlier while you we're doing your hair, and it's been stuck in my head since."
"Well, for the sake of my sanity, don't sing it again," she replied, crossing her arms and staring him down.
"Okay, okay!" Emmett held his hands up, "I won't! Jeeze. You start singing one silly song and you get attacked! What am I supposed to do for the next four or so minutes, while we get to our floor?"
"I know a song we could sing," I said, slyly. Jasper raised an eyebrow, sensing my mischeviousness. I had an ulterior motive in singing.
"Oh yeah? What song?" Emmett grinned.
"I know a song..." I started.
Jaspeer groaned, knowing the song I was going to sing the entire four minute ride. Emmett joined in, and Rosalie hissed under her breath.
"I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves! I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, and this is how it goes!"
We sang the song eighteen times before Jasper started begging me to stop. Rosalie had been threatening Emmett with no sex for the rest of the trip since we started singing, but he continued to sing with me.
"I'm going to kill you both," Rosalie growled, frustrated that we wouldn't stop. She was glaring daggers at me while beating Emmett with her fists. Jasper groaned, attempting to block the sound by plugging his ears. I knew he could still hear us perfectly, though.
By the end of the four minute and thirty second ride, Emmett and I had sang the song three hundred and ninety-six times. As soon as the doors opened on Emmett's floor, he abruptly stopped and followed behind an angry Rosalie like a lost puppy. I could see about sixty feet down the hall, there was a door with five bags sitting in front of it. I figured our bags would be at our suite, as well, and Edward and Bella's, too.
The elevator went down a floor to drop us off, and I danced out, tugging on Jasper's hand.
"We'll have to bring Edward and Bella's bags inside their suite for them," I said, "Can't have them sitting in the hall for another twenty minutes."
"Where exactly are they, anyway?" Jasper asked as he fished inside the envelope for their key cards.
"They drove way to the outskirts of town, and are parked behind an abandoned warehouse," I giggled. Jasper chuckled and shook his head.
"I remember when we used to be like that. As soon as you found me, it took all I had not to make love to you every second of every day."
I grinned. "Yes, well, we we're like that for a good six years or so, until we went and found Carlisle and Esme. Then we had to be courteous and only do it once a day or so."
"Ah, that was a bad day, indeed." Jasper chuckled. I smiled at him and stood on my tip toes for a kiss, at the same time he leaned down.
We each carried a bag into Bella and Edward's suite, setting it on their bed and walking quickly to our room.
I grabbed one of my bags and opened the door, and Jasper grabbed the other three, running to throw them on our king-sized bed, which would be used for anything but sleeping.
I walked to my shoe bag first, opening it and searching for a cute pair that I felt like wearing. I tended to build outfits from the feet up. I started humming to myself before softly singing.
"You got it, you got it.
Some kinda magic.
Hypnotic, hypnotic.
You're leaving me breathless.
I hate this, I hate this.
You're not the one I believe in,
With God as my witness..."
"What's that you're singing?" Jasper asked as he unpacked his suitcase.
"It's by a band called Paramore. It's called 'I Caught Myself'. I just heard it the other day on the radio, and I really liked the chorus," I told him.
"Well, you sound beautiful singing it," Jasper smiled. I laughed and rolled my eyes.
"Thank you I like it more when you sing, though."
"Really? Any particular song?" Jasper said with a sly smile. In my perriphrial vision, I could see he was done with his suitcase. Jasper came behind me, rested his head on top of mine, and wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Not any particular song, but I like when you sing country music. Your accent kind of comes through. It's cute," I shrugged.
"Hmm..." Jasper pondered.
I felt his lips next to my ear and smiled.
"Baby, lock the door and turn the lights down low.
Put some music on that's soft and slow.
Baby we ain't got no place to go,
I hope you understand.
I've been thinking 'bout this all day long,
Never felt a feeling quite this strong.
I can't believe how much it turns me on,
Just to be your man.
There's no hurry,
Don't you worry,
We can take our time.
Come a little closer,
Let's go over,
What I had in mind."
I giggled when Jasper pressed his lips to my neck.
I turned in his arms and looked up at him. "Now, this wouldn't have anything to do with that shower you wanted, would it?"
"As a matter of fact, it would have something to do with that." Jasper replied, slyly.
I rolled my eyes, grinning. "Fine. I'll just pick out something to wear after we finish, shall I?"
"That sounds like a fantastic plan, Alice, dear," Jasper replied.
"Well, carry me to the bathroom then, mister!"
Bella POV;
"Edward?" I asked. I looked up at him. His right arm was holding me tight against his side, and he had his left arm over his eyes. If I didn't know better, I would assume he was sleeping.
"Yes, love?" Edward asked, not moving anything but his lips.
"We should get to the hotel, shouldn't we? Alice will be mad if we take too much longer."
"Screw Alice, she can deal. Let's just lay here for a while."
I giggled. "As much as I would love to lay here with you forever, neither of us have clothes on, and I want to get to the hotel and in our bed, rather than laying on the hood of the Porsche."
Edward sighed heavily before moving his arm and sitting up, pulling me with him.
"Alright, let's go then. I want to lay with you more." He smiled crookedly.
We quickly found our discarded clothes and dressed, and I snuck past Edward and into the drivers seat.
"Hey!" He said when he realized I was starting the car. "Who said you get to drive?"
"I haven't driven it yet, and I want to. Besides, I won it, so I think I should be able to drive it sometimes."
"You only won it because Alice dragged me away... Stupid pixie of a sister..." Edward grumbled, but grudgingly got into the passanger seat. I grinned and took off.
"Where is the hotel?" I wondered.
"See, you don't even know where the hotel is. That's why I should drive, and you should sit here and control the radio," Edward tried to convince me. I rolled my eyes.
"Fine, I'll just call Alice and ask her how to get there!"
I reached into my pocket for my phone and pressed speed dial number two. It started ringing, but no one answered.
"She didn't answer. She's probably gambling or something. Just tell me how to get there, Edward!"
Edward sighed heavily and frowned at me. "Fine. Take this street three miles, turn right and drive for two miles, turn right again for half a mile, then turn left, and we'll be in the parking garage for MGM."
"Thank you," I said simply.
After a few minutes of heavy silence, Edward turned to me.
"I'm sorry, love. You did win the car, and, if you want to drive it, you can."
"It's okay, Edward. I know how you get about your cars. I only wanted to drive it once, just to see how it rides. It's a really nice car, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is. Thank you so much for winning it for me, love. I love the blue color, too. It's a color that none of us have, and, of course, blue is one of my favorite colors, when you're involved."
I smiled. "Yes, I know. It was Alice who told me to get this color, however, so I don't really deserve the credit. If she hadn't told me, I probably would've picked it anyways, though. I was going to get tan cloth interior, instead of the black leather. Would you have liked that more?"
Edward shrugged. "I really don't care about the inside. The black leather looks nice, though. Rosalie is going to go home and get a red Ferrari California with tan interior, though, so this was a good choice."
I smiled. "I'm glad you like your gift, Edward."
"And I'm glad I have such a perfect, lovely, beautiful and smart wife. Or I could just say that I'm glad we seem to have such a perfect marriage."
Edward reached over and took my right hand off of the steering wheel, squeezing it tightly. I beamed at him.
"Perect," I agreed.
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Well, this chapter is over 3,000 words. I would consider that average, wouldn't you.? I hope you liked it. It's more of a filler than anything. Next chapter I'm thinking our Cullen's are going to play their own version of Poker. Strip Poker, perhaps? xD. I'll try to get it up as soon as possible.! And I guess Cirque du Soleil is at MGM Grand, so maybe the Cullens will go see that, too.? Nothing is for certain yet; If I did that, I'd have to research exactly what happens at Cirque du Soleil.