TODAY'S QUOTE:
They say don't try this at home… so I'm going over to my friend's house to try it.
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"William," I said, trying to hide my dislike for the man. Normally I wouldn't bother, but with Esme standing in front of me, her arm wrapped around his waist and her head on his shoulder, I felt that it would be mean to her to be rude.
How I hadn't properly met with him before, I didn't really know, but I was willing to try to be nice for angel on earth turned vampire Mother Esme.
He held his hand out to me, and I shook it. His hand seemed colder than the Cullens, and I briefly wondered if it had to do with his diet.
Apparently he was now going 'vegetarian', but his eyes were still glaringly red.
"Hello Morgana," he said pleasantly. "I'm sorry I thought about killing you."
Esme whacked his chest, and he frowned, whispering something in her ear. She responded with something so fast I couldn't make it out.
"What I mean to say is that I apologise for originally being a human blood drinker."
I smiled tightly at him. " No harm, no foul."
"Thank you," he said.
"Oi Will!" Emmett's voice came, carrying through the house. "Come play Fast and Furious with me!"
William kissed Esme's cheek and disappeared, presumably off to play video games.
"He's a little awkward," Esme said, "but you'll like him once you get to know him."
I didn't particularly want to get to know him, but I felt myself nodding with her. "He seems nice," I said, as naturally as possible. She beamed at me.
"He's a sweetheart, honestly. And he used to be a chef."
"That's good enough for me," I said, making Esme laugh. "How old is he?"
I followed her inside the house. At this point I was almost immune to the beautiful interior design. Almost.
"34. But he was only changed twelve years ago - he's only really just past the newborn stage."
"Newborn?" The word felt strange on my tongue - obviously she didn't mean newborn in the sense he was only just born.
"Yes, dear. Newborn. It's what we call vampires who have only just been turned. It's when we're at our strongest, the human blood running through our veins power newborns. Peach?"
I made a sound of agreement, and she grabbed one from the fruit bowl and handed it to me.
"So only drinking animals... does that make you weaker than human drinkers?"
It was a question I had wanted to ask for ages. Esme made a so-so gesture with her hand.
"We've never tested it, actually. But it depends on the vampire. Emmett is much stronger than I am, and I always eat more than he does. I don't believe blood males too much of a difference."
"Weird..." I said. She shrugged her shoulders.
"Life is weird. Now, are you all coming back for dinner, or are you going to a restaurant?"
Decisions, decisions. Prom was tonight, and like the last dance, I was going stag and hanging with the Cullens. I had my dress ready, courtesy of Alice and Rosalie who had sewed it with utmost secrecy - all I knew was that apparently I was going to look amazing in it.
Bella was going too, with Edward though. How he managed to convince her to go to a dance I didn't know, especially with her leg all done up in a cast up to her knee. It can not have been an easy task. The only time I could think of Bella dancing was her ballet lessons. The ones I was still pissed she had never told me about.
At least to make up for it, Bella and Edward were getting ready at home.
Esme cocked her head to the side. "Alice says back here." Apparently Pixie was listening in on our conversation. Or had foreseen it - both options were equally creepy. "I think I'll try making lasagna tonight. It should be a fun challenge, considering I've never tasted it before."
My jaw almost dropped in shock. "You've never had lasagna before?"
She laughed. "Not that I can remember," she said. She pulled her brown hair into a ponytail, and started going through the kitchen drawers.
"Remind me not to become a vampire," I said, jumping off the counter stool and walking to the stove top. I picked up a 'Fantastic Italian Dinners' cookbook and passed it to her. "All that food I'd miss out on trying... Sorry Esme."
She laughed again. "Don't worry about it, Morgana." Her face became dark quickly, and she dropped the book on the table and gripped me by the shoulders.
"Esme?" Her grip was tight, for a human at least. Not like, 'crush your bones' tight, but definitely 'gonna leave a bruise' tight. "What are you doing?" I was glad my voice didn't tremble - she was kinda scaring me, what with the way her eyes was fast turning black.
"You don't have to choose now, okay? Don't let the others convince you to change, or not change, or change in case of emergency, or whatever you've thought about."
"Esme, I don't-"
"We can turn you, if you want, or we can leave you to grow old, as long as it's your decision. Okay, Morgana?"
Wait, that's what she was talking about? She thinks the others are trying to get me to turn into a vampire? In the nicest way possible to the Cullens, there was no way I was signing up for Team Vampires. I was supernatural enough as it was.
"Thanks Esme," I said. I noticed her eyes were going back to their normal honey colour, which was good. "I'm not normally one for letting people boss me around, especially with something as important as the whole, 'To be, or not to be', situation. At the moment, it's not to be, but it's good to know all my options."
"Yeah," she said. "You'll be right. You're a tough cookie."
Well that was new. I think the last person to call me that was my grandmother, when she came to visit me before she died, which I guess makes sense when you factor in the age.
"Thanks for the advice, though." I smiled at Esme, before wiggling my eyebrows. "Now, release me?"
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Rosalie tugged at my hair, slowly detangling the knots that had appeared out of nowhere.
"I'm just saying, we could add a bow and some sequins," Alice insisted, using the prom dress in front of me.
It was dark black, floor length and strapless, with a cut in the fabric going up the left leg. She had pinned a little ribbon with sequins to the neckline, and tied a bow around the waist.
"And I'm just saying the bow is unnecessary. So are the sequins," Rosalie said. She yanked on a knot and I yelped. "Sorry."
"I actually kinda like the sequins, if you wrap them around the waist. But a bow is going way too far."
Alice adjusted the ribbon of sequins so that it acted like a belt, and removed the bow. "Like this?" I opened my mouth to reply, but she cut me off. "Don't answer, I already know you love it."
Rosalie eyed the dress carefully. "Maybe if you- yeah. Like that." Alice had, at lightning fast vampire speed, sewn in the ribbon with glittery thread. "Perfect. And just in time too. Help her pull it on, won't you?"
Rosalie didn't let me look or touch my hair, so I had no way to know how to pull the dress on. Thankfully, going by Rosalie's sounds of approval, we had done alright.
She directed me to the full mirror in her room, her hands covering my eyes. "Ready?" she asked.
"With all this drama, I better look good," I grumbled, before smiling at where I assumed she was. "Yeah."
She dropped her hands, and I stared at myself in shock. I looked… kinda pretty. Well, pretty freaking beautiful, if I was being honest. Rosalie had dyed my hair earlier this morning, back at Dads, and I could see the difference it had made, even in the braided bun it waa in. Instead of being straight blue, it was more like the sea, I guess. Light blue roots that darkened, and greenish streaks through it.
While the dress (which was very flattering) was black, my makeup was light and barely noticeable, a massive difference to how I had worn it for the past year. I kinda liked it, but only for the night. It could be my special occasions makeup.
Rosalie appeared next to me, in full dress. "How the hell…" I trailed off. Some things were better not to ask. Like usual, her dress was red, and it looked quite a bit like a ball gown. Her heels were far taller than even I would ever think to wear, and her hair was curled like a princess. Her ears were decorated with dangling hoops. It was totally unfair she had managed to do that all in less than 5 minutes.
"You look drop-dead gorgeous," I said. Her lips didn't seem to be able to decide whether to frown or smile at me, and they settled for an in between thing.
"You know," she began, "sometimes I wonder how you and Emmett get along so well, and then you go and say something like that and it becomes very obvious."
"That we're just equally amazing?"
She just rolled her eyes, no doubt at both just me in general, and Emmett's booming laugh that sounded through the house.
"Come on, Morgana, we have a prom to attend."
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So, a lot of bonding with Morgana and everyone's favourite vampire mum - I thought it was high time we explored their relationship a bit, especially after last chapter with Wannabe Mum Renee. Morgana needs to know someone is looking out for her.
I considered writing the prom dance, but I figured it would just be more ramble between the characters than anything actually useful... No Carlisle in this one though, which sucks, but I have plans to have Morgana and Carlilse talk HEAPS next book.
Anyways, TWILIGHT IS DONE! And yes, I'm keeping all the writing I do in the one fanfic, so don't worry about having to go hunting for it.
Next up, New Moon! Please leave a review telling me how you feel I should go about the whole Cullens leaving thing. I have a pretty solid idea of what I'm doing (thank god) but as always, your input is always wanted, and I'll definitely take it all into consideration.
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Ghostwriter71 - Not in this story. It's not unrequited, it's just the wrong time.
Brookie Twiling - A little bit like a pre-teen fangirl, but it totally boosted my ego. I'm glad you think it's thought out. (Don't tell the others, but I actually have very little clue what I'm doing)
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Marie Yoshina - Thanks, that actually means a lot to me
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I'd like to also take this chapter to actually acknowledge those who have supported me.
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