Chapter Two
"Lucy?" Edmund called into the empty spare room. He had seen Lucy go in there and followed. She hadn't realised that it was Edmund's footsteps she had heard outside the spare room, not Peter's! Silly old Lucy!
Edmund noticed the magnificent wardrobe at the other side of the otherwise empty spare room. Lucy must have gone in there, he thought. So he crept towards the wardrobe, intending to burst in on his sister and give her a jolly good fright (which was a wicked thing to do!), but when he opened the wardrobe, it was empty.
"Lucy?" he called again. There was no answer. Edmund climbed into the wardrobe and made his way through the fur coats. And then he suddenly appeared at the other side of the wardrobe. In a whole other world.
"Good lord," said Edward thoughtfully. "Where the Devil am I?"
He spun around and examined his surroundings. It seemed he was on some sort of alien planet, like the ones he had read about in all those science-fiction books.
Not thinking, or particularly caring, about the dangers that this place could possibly hold for him (mass murderers, paedophiles, rapists, muggers, Twilight fans), Edmund went for a stroll, taking in the sights as he went.
In time he came to a large building covered in children. They were every – outside on the various picnic benches, inside in rooms were they sat at desks and scribbles furiously in their books, even on the roof of the building, threatening to throw themselves off. And then Edmund, with a nausea that spread from his head all the way down to his tiny toes, realised that this was a high school.
But what caught his eye were the group of people sat at one of the picnic benches at the front of the school. They were beautiful. There were six of them in total: a blonde girl was sat canoodling with a black haired boy, a girl with spiky black hair was currently kissing a golden-haired boy (in public!), and a brown-haired girl was sat on the knee of a boy with red hair. Just the sight of them made Edmund go all hot under the collar.
"I say, old bean," said Edmund to a funny-looking girl walking past him (she had pink hair and several jewellery items in her ear – Edmund concluded that this must be some form of tribal dress in this land), "would you happen to know who those dashing young fellows over there are?"
The girl made a face at Edmund. "What are you, like, a transfer?" she asked in her peculiar foreign accent.
"Excuse me?"
"OMG, you talk like a freakin' retard," she said. Then, after seeing poor Edmund's blank expression, added, "do you even understand what I'm saying right now? I mean, who doesn't even know who the Cullens are? They are, like, so popular. One time, Rosalie punched me in the face. It was awesome."
Edmund backed away from the girl quickly. The poor old chap had absolutely no idea what the girl was saying. He put it down to some sort of tribal language. He turned around only to see one of the Cullen's stood behind him.
"Where you just asking about us?" she asked, flipping her luxurious brown hair over her shoulder. Edmund couldn't help notice how perfect she was close up. Not that she wasn't perfect from far away – she was perfect from every angle – but Edmund could truly appreciate her beauty from here; the way her chocolate from hair and golden eyes reflected the sunlight, the way her porcelain skin sparkled, the way the blood dripped from her mouth. He knew there was something wrong with the way she looked, but he just couldn't put his finger on it.
"Ah, yes," admitted Edmund. "I was just curious. I apologise if I may have caused you any offence, My Lady."
"No worries," she whispered in a smooth voice. "I'm Bella."
"Edmund Pevensie," he said, holding out his hand for her to shake. She looked at it and wrinkled her noise.
"No thanks," she said. "You new here?"
"Yes, I came from-"
"I don't care. Follow me."
Bella Cullen led the boy deep into the heart of the school until she reached a deserted corridor of classrooms. She pushed him into one of the classrooms and shut the door behind her, standing in front of it so that Edmund had no chance of escaping.
"What do you want with me?" asked Edmund.
"Tell me, Edmund, do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"Yes... But you don't want them, they're-"
"Hush!" she hissed. "Where are they?"
"Playing Hide-And-Seek in the professors house."
Bella rolled her eyes. "And where is that?"
"In the English Countryside. I don't know where it is exactly. CS Lewis never mentioned..."
"Good," whispered Bella, an evil grin spreading across her face. She turned from Edmund and began conversing manically to herself. "We must bring them here, Bella. Then we can destroy them. And they'll never take my Edward! The prophecy will never come true! But I wouldn't want to hurt them- Silence, foolish child! You will do as I say!"
Bella turned back to Edmund and smiled sweetly. "I would so very much like to meet your brothers and sisters, Edmund. You will bring them to me. Do we have an agreement?"
"Well..."
"Good! And if you don't bring them to me, I will hunt all of you down and drain you of your blood whilst you are still thrashing in my arms." Edmund couldn't help but shudder at the way her lips moved when she talked – he wanted so mush to leap upon her and take her right then and there. "I'm so glad we had this chat, Edmund, darling. I'll be seeing you!"
And with that she left the room, Edmund running after her.
"Wait!" he called. "Can I at least take you for dinner?"
But the beautiful creature he had just fallen in love with had left him. He couldn't help the tears that escaped his eyes. Did I mention that she was perfect? Completely ordinary and pale, but so very interesting. Who wouldn't fall in love with her? Of course he loved her, completely and irrec- irrevob- irreb- Just completely, okay?
For Mystic Lover of the Fairytale and emily.
