Alice Cullen
Chapter 25 - Because I Said So!
It had been a LOOOOOOOONG night. It's nights like those that make vampires wish that they could sleep.
It was a good thing that it was a Friday. Bella explained the whole story about how she and Edward met while she was a human. How they had a run it with the Volturi who made Edward promise to change Bella. To throw in emphasis, they also told Emma Jane and Megan about some of the Volturi's talents, such as Jane's.
When Emma Jane and Megan were finally calm enough to catch some shut-eye (though nightmares were probably unfolding themselves behind their eyelids...), we quickly cleaned up what we were too busy to do before.
"I'm sorry about your party," Bella apologized while we threw away some of the streamers.
"Why? It wasn't anything you could control. Plus, it was like fate or something. A party about two vampires coming together and of course another vampire had to crash it," I replied. We hadn't told anyone that this party had been what Jasper and I had agreed on for our celebration. But of course Edward and Bella knew. It had started out so well. It worked fine because Jasper was dressed up as a soldier. Sure when we had met, he was dressed in more casual southern attire, but the imagery was nice. But of course, with my personality, people would question if I dressed up as a psych ward fugitive.
"Still. Everyone deserves a better celebration," Bella commented glumly.
Monday rolled around strangely soon. Emma Jane and Megan didn't want to leave the house. Emmett had made the deadly mistake of telling them that vampires generally travel in groups of around three, implying that, though we had slain the monster feeding the other night, there were probably still some in the area. Somewhere it also slipped that generally nomads travel with their mates, so there would probably be an angry vampire wanting vengeance at this point.
Finally, we were able to convince them that we could protect them. Between my ability to see the future, and Bella and Edward's ability to hear thoughts, we would be able to predict an approach. Then, with our vast numbers and Emmett for strength, we would be able to wipe them out with very little effort.
"Emma Jane, you might want to wear my boots," I advised, handing her my steel-toed pair, though, due to my own genius, the alterations made them look like any other pair of boots. "You should be the same shoe size as me."
"Why am I wearing these?" she questioned.
"Because I said so," I answered. Realizing that I had seen something, she trusted me. "Oh, and Megan, wear these under your arm-warmers," I told Megan, handing her a bunch of rings.
The twins had this hobby of making arm-warmers out of socks. Emma Jane made finger-less ones made out of oddly colored or patterned knee highs, while Megan preferred to cut the toes off of fun toe-socks. This worked to my advantage. Megan's arm-warmers were like gloves with the fingers almost cut completely off, but enough was left to conceal the rings, whereas Emma Jane's wouldn't.
Despite all of our reassurance, Emma Jane and Megan weren't exactly that sure of leaving the car. There were some classes where they would be left Cullen-less. They weren't that thrilled with the idea of being attacked. Megan finally whimpered out, while Emma Jane remained in her seat, stubbornly crossing her arms across her chest.
"Come on, Emma Jane," Megan prompted. "It's not that hard. Think about it. You unbuckle the seat belt, step out, and close the door. It even has an automatic lock! You don't have to do much. They'll be able to protect us...Just get out of the car!"
"Why?" Emma Jane protested.
"Because I said so. Besides, if our grades drop just because you chose to be stubborn, Mom and Dad won't let us stay with the Cullens anymore…"
"I'm not even sure that I want to un-seatbelt," Emma Jane complained. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Emmett mouthing "Un-seatbelt?" to Rosalie. Rosalie shrugged.
"Mother of peanut butter and cookies. You're such a pair of pants," Megan complained, rolling her eyes, dragging her sister out of the Volvo.
"Gah, let go of me! Jeez, you're so denim!" Emma Jane wailed.
"Pair of Pants? Denim?" Emmett wondered aloud this time.
"Inside joke," Emma Jane explained, still bitter about leaving the car. "Our parents wanted us to stop swearing, or at least bring it down a notch…"
"They miserably failed on me," Megan proudly announced.
"Anyway, they told us to turn some swear words into words that didn't sound as strong, so that we didn't feel tough when we said them," Emma Jane continued. "For a while they told us to turn 'bitch' into 'britch.' Then, when we used it as a plural, it was 'britches,' which is really just a pair of pants. You don't feel that high and mighty when you're calling someone a pair of pants."
"It expanded then to different types of pants: slacks, denim, Capri's. Emma Jane is the only one that I use those on, just because I don't like degrading her. But because we both know what it really means, it gets the point across," Megan added.
When the twins were finally 100% assured that we would eviscerate any blood-sucking bastard that walked their way, they finally walked to their classrooms.
It was a good thing that we had all been through high school before. Bella, Edward and I weren't concentrating on anything school-related at all unless it was which class we were supposed to be in. Even then, it didn't matter much. We were too busy reaching out, trying to see anything that could relate to danger for, well, really anybody, but especially Emma Jane and Megan. Carlisle would be very disappointed if we just let innocent people die, but if we were being honest with ourselves, we would probably fight a lot harder to protect those two.
Of course the battle is a lot harder when you're fighting humans, too. There was a reason that I geared up the twins with weapons.
Emma Jane and Megan were still pretty shook up. And some people just don't know when to shut their mouths. Our most common nemesis was one of those people. He didn't know when to stop harassing Bella and Edward, and now he couldn't stop harassing the twins. Even Aro would probably make Jane give the twins pity if he saw their frightened faces...that is, if the fright had to do with something other than their knowledge of vampires. But Andrew. Nooooooooooo.
No one needed my ability to foresee that Andrew was just looking for trouble. All of us by now recognized the look he gets when he's about to stir something up. Why hadn't he learned that pulling the crap that he does only hurts him in the end?
Well lookit what I have." The voice made Emma Jane and Megan cringe quite visibly and slowly turn around, deadly looks on their faces. Emma Jane's eyes practically bugged out of her skull. Megan's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. Andrew had Emma Jane's sketch book.
"Bastard," Megan hissed as Emma Jane rifled through her messenger bag, confirming that he did indeed have her precious sketch book.
"How the hell did y--? Oh, you did not go through my bag!" Emma Jane growled. "You, sir, are so royally fucked."
"Honestly? What would possess you to do something that dumb? What would be in it for you?" Megan protested, restraining Emma Jane.
I heard Bella giggle behind me and I, for once, wished that I shared Edward's and her talent, and knew what was on her mind. Suddenly I saw the conversation that was about to take place and couldn't help laughing, myself. I couldn't wait for the idiot to make a fool of himself.
"I did it to get back at you. One of you lousy britches told Alice about my marvelous little surprise for the punch." It took Andrew a couple of seconds to realize that his speech had been inturrupted by Bella's thought projections.
Just about everyone was laughing at that point. At least everyone with the last name Hale, Cullen, or Sanders.
"I don't know what made me say that…" he admitted. We all knew. And it made us laugh harder. "I meant to say 'britch'… 'britch'… Jeez, what the hell is wrong with me? Anyway, you probably know what I was trying to say."
Yeah. We all knew. After all, Emma Jane and Megan were behind it.
"It's no wonder you're so messed up if you have a regular supply of that shit," Megan slammed.
As much as Andrew couldn't have possibly known what had gone down over the weekend, I couldn't help but be proud of Emma Jane as she slammed her steel toe into Andrew's knee, and Megan as she left bruises on Andrew's cheekbone with the rings on her knuckles. I kinda did feel bad for him though. This had been the how-many-ith time that he'd been beaten up by the Cullens or at least because of us?
"Now hand over the sketchbook," Emma Jane demanded, adding her death glare, which for some reason always made Megan laugh.
"Why should I?" Andrew taunted, towering over the five foot tall girl.
"Because I said so," came Emmett's booming voice. Andrew cowered and handed Emmett the sketchbook instead before running off.
"Who knew that the lamest of phrases could be so threatening?" Megan noted.
"Thanks, Emmett," Emma Jane said.
The rest of the school day went by in a respectable silence. My mind rest assured as no plan in the future had been set for the assassination of our friends. The twins walked bravely to their classes, completely confident now that nothing would happen to them.