CHAPTER TWO: THE GREAT BEYBLADE BATTLE
Scarlet blood tears cascaded down the pale plane of Ebony's stony cheek, only to disappear in a glittering vapor that enclosed her in a gossamer veil of dissolved grief. Suddenly she heard a faint scratching sound, like the squeaking wheels of a wheelchair put under a tremendous amount of pressure. It was almost as if the wheels were crying out to her for release. The thought of the poor wheelchair in distress made her shed more tears of shimmering red blood.
Despite the fact that Ebony was the greatest vampire of all North America (greater than Evanescence, Korn and Martha Stewart put together), she was paralyzed by her sorrow. She was unable to react to the man emerging from the bushes. The man was nestled in a gilded, solid gold carriage, which was encrusted with sapphires and rubies and being pulled by a wilted native American grandfather in a wheelchair. The grandfather's flowing silver locks were braided in a huge rope that he used to secure the carriage to a wicker basket full of apples.
The man tapped a large scepter on the grandfather's head and the procession halted.
"Who are you, my mysterious reindeer of lust?" he asked Ebony.
Astounded by the man's wealth, Ebony could only sputter, "Ebony Rayvin."
"Ah," said the man, adjusting his tiara, "See, I've heard about you. You're the greatest vampire in North America. You're more powerful than Evenescence, Korn and Martha Stuart, and have defeated them in an epic Beyblade battle that shall forever be ingrained in the annals of vampire history."
Ebony tilted her smooth, glowing face up in rebellion, "Oh yeah? I didn't know the rumors of my Beyblade skillzzzzz had spread as far as Forks…"
The man smiled serenely and said, "Well then perhaps you have heard of me. My name is Jacob Black." He slowly took off his tiara and velvet purple cloak to reveal that he had giant wolf ears, paws and a mermaid tail that extended from his back and slapped the grandfather in the face.
Ebony appeared unperturbed, "I've never heard of you."
Jacob turned red with indignance, "Then I shall challenge you to a Beyblade battle!"
"Please," said Ebony, "Why don't we make this interesting?"
She pulled out from her apron (which she had worn regularly since ripping it off Martha Stewart's corpse as a token of victory) a bedazzled Pokeball.
"Beyonce!" she yelled, "I choose you!"
Jacob's eyes narrowed as he pursed his pillowy Cherokee lips. "Two can play at that game…" he said, and pulled out his own Pokeball.
"Grandfather!" he roared, "I choose you!" The grandfather was forcefully launched from his wheelchair and collapsed at Beyonce's feet.
Ebony narrowed her eyes, "Hah!" she scoffed with a voice that sounded like a million laughing fairies, "You'll never defeat my Beyonce!"
"Don't be so sure of yourself," smirked Jacob, "Release your Beyblade, Grandfather!"
"Beyblade up, Beyonce!" said Ebony.
The two opponents geared up their Beyblade tops.
"Grandfather! Activate tapioca shield!" interjected Jacob. Grandfather moaned as a thick coating of warm rice pudding encompassed his crumpled figure.
"Beyonce, TO THE LEFT, his tapioca can sense your aura! Use your cloaking device!"
Beyonce shrouded herself under the cover of a giant piece of construction paper.
"Now, Beyonce!" Ebony shouted, "Strike him with your hawk!"
A majestic hawk flew down from the sky and shattered the tapioca shield. The hawk grabbed Grandfather with his talons, and hauled him up into the sky. Grandfather's moans could be heard as the hawk carried him far, far away.
"Return!" Ebony smiled, satisfied and Beyonce was teleported back into the Pokeball.
Jacob was infuriated, "This won't be the last you see of me!" He wolfed out, his decorative native American loincloth ripping as he morphed. With one last snarl, he snatched the carriage in between his teeth and bound through the woods without a glance back.