I would recommend that you watch, if you haven't already, In the Dark of the Night from Anastasia. Here's a good link:
www[dot]youtube[dot]com/watch?v=Ocm8QdNR_d8&feature=related.
Just replace the [dot]s with actual full stops.
Chapter Five
Edmund sat quietly upon the cold, hard dungeon floor not entirely sure of what he should do. Bella had promised him a special treat and he was quite looking forward to it. All she had done so far was have him thrown into this awful dungeon and promise never to let him out again. She had of course been joking. Humour was just another one of her wonderful personality traits.
Edmund let out a deep sigh and wondered what Peter, Susan and Lucy were doing at that moment. As long as they were nowhere near his darling Bella he was perfectly happy.
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"And so," Mr. McCliven drawled to class 4b, "the reason why Juliet decided to kill herself was…? Miss Bateman?"
Cassie lifted her head up off the desk and opened her eyes. "Wha-?" she mumbled, to the rest of the class' apparent amusement.
"Why, Miss Bateman," the English Literature teacher asked (He wasn't important to the plot at all, so we'll just assume that he was just your average, generic fifty-year-old teacher), "did Juliet choose to kill herself?"
Cassie sighed. "Because she knew her parents would kick her ass for marrying a Montague?" she offered. "Or maybe because the Montagues would also kick her ass for killing, however inadvertently, their son?"
The bell rang out through the classroom signalling the end of the lesson.
"Miss Bateman?" Mr. McCliven called as the rest of the class vacated the room.
"Yeah?"
"Fall asleep in my class one more time," he said in his boring monotone voice, "and I'll make sure you don't pass it for the next four years. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," Cassie murmured. It wasn't her fault if Mr. McCliven was as exciting as Scabies.
"Oh," he said quickly, giving Cassie a bright smile, "and good answer!"
Nothing exciting ever happened at Anomie Hall High School. Well, unless you counted vampires, werewolves, poltergeists, teachers being expelled for supplying drugs, the odd break out of Plague and the discovery of cat in the cafeteria stew, but who did? Anomie Hall was the most ordinary High School in New York. That was, of course, until the Pevensies arrived.
Cassie noticed them immediately, standing aimlessly in the school yard, trying to enlist the help of anyone who might stand still long enough. How could she forget them? Cassie, being the nice person that she was, thought it only necessary to tell them to go away before they get a Slush thrown over them, but, upon nearing their helpless faces, she couldn't go through with it. She began to walk away, but Peter had already seen her.
"Fair maiden!" he cried.
Cassie cringed and started quickening her steps away from the three children. Peter was too quick for her. He reached her in seconds and turned her around.
"I say," he gushed, "you walk frightfully fast, you know. I had to run to catch up with you!"
Cassie looked quickly around at the other students, confirming her belief that they were all staring at her. She grabbed Peter's arm and pulled him into the nearest empty classroom, his sisters following close behind.
"What do you want?" she hissed.
"Your help," said Peter. "We were told that we should come to this school and find a man."
"What man?" asked Cassie.
"His name was Lord… What was his name Lucy?"
"Lord Moldywart," Lucy said, nodding her head. "That's what Bumblebee told us."
Cassie stared with her mouth open, wondering if an empty classroom was the best place to bring them. Alone. Where no-one could hear her screams.
"Okay…" Cassie said softly, edging towards the door. "Well, I hope you have every success in finding…"
"Voldemort," said Susan suddenly. "He said Lord Voldemort, not Moldywart! Lucy, you are such a fool!"
Lucy hung her head in shame.
"Wait," said Cassie. "Voldemort? But that can't be! He's dead!"
The three children gasped dramatically.
"What do we do now?" asked Peter.
"We have to think about this," she said, opening the door and walking down the least occupied end of the corridor. "Thankfully, you're in luck."
"We are?" said Peter. "How so?"
"This week Anomie Hall has taken in ten exchange students from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. One of them is bound to know where we can find Voldemort."
Cassie turned around to talk to the whole group and noticed that only Peter stood behind her.
"What the-?" Cassie looked up and down the corridor, but neither Susan nor Lucy could be seen. "Where did they go?"
And so they searched, Peter and Cassie, high and low for the missing sisters. Then, when all hope seemed to be lost, Peter caught sight of his sister Susan sat in the cafeteria with three other girls. Two were blonde and the other a brunette.
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Susan had been ambushed. There was no other word for it. There she was, wandering through the school cafeteria, when all of a sudden three girls grabbed her and forced her to sit at their table. They were pretty girls, two blondes and one brunette, with nice hair and enviable figures. Susan wondered what they wanted from her and so she stopped trying to slap the brunette and took a seat.
"We," began the tallest blonde girl in her perky voice, "have been talking, and we think that you should be in our group."
Susan looked back and forth between the three girls. "Your group?" she repeated, slightly confused. "Like hooligans?"
The brunette gasped. "She's British!"
"Shut up, Gretchen," the tall blonde one snapped. "No, silly, we're not hooligans. We just have a very selective group." Then she leaned closer and whispered to Susan, "Only the pretty girls are allowed in."
Susan nodded knowingly. "I understand. Ugly people can sometimes be offensive, can't they?"
The blonde girl looked at the other blonde and gave her an approving look. She was starting to like Susan.
"My name is Regina," said the tallest blonde, the obvious leader. "This is Karen," she pointed to the other blonde, "and Gretchen," pointing to the brunette.
"I'm Susan Pevensie. Pleased to meet you." Susan stretched her hand out to Regina, who looked at it in disgust.
"Ew," Regina said. "Don't you have, like, manicurists in England?"
"What's a manicurist?"
Karen gasped. "You don't know what a manikin is?"
"Shut up, Karen," snapped Regina. She smiled at Susan and said sweetly to Gretchen, "She's like a Martian, I love her."
Susan noticed Jacob Black to her side and leaned in to talk quietly to Regina. "I need to ask you something."
Regina looked over at Jacob. "Do you like Jacob? I would seriously re-think that. He already has a girlfriend."
"He does?" Susan asked, slightly dismayed. She shook her head. "No, that wasn't really what I wanted to know. I was wondering what you chaps know about..." Susan looked around to make sure that Jacob was surely out of earshot. "Bella Cullen," she whispered.
"The White Witch?" Karen asked loudly. Jacob turned around and narrowed his eyes at the four girls. They all gave a bright smile and he gave one back, a bewildered look on his face as he turned back to his patrolling of the cafeteria.
"Sorry," whispered Karen.
"But why is she called the White Witch?" Susan asked.
Karen gasped. "Susan!" she hissed. "You can't just ask people why they're white!"
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Edmund stood up and watched the door of the dungeon open slowly. He had hoped that it would be his darling Bella, come to rescue him at last, but it was not. It was only that dirty tramp, Thomas, thrown into the dungeon in much the same fashion that Edmund had been, except Thomas was slightly more limp than Edmund.
The door of the dungeon slammed shut and Edmund mover over to Thomas.
"Mr. Thomas?" he whispered. "Mr. Thomas? Did you bring food? Oh, please say you did... What about Bella? How is my love? Is she well? Our love, Mr. Thomas, it blossoms like a red, red rose. Nought could ever eclipse the way I feel about–"
Edmund was cut off by a loud groan from Thomas. He rolled over onto his side, revealing two bloody marks on his neck.
"I say," gasped Edmund. "Whatever happened here? It appears that this poor man has been drained of his blood." He leaned closer to examine the wounds. "The puncture marks seem far to wide to be the work of any blood-sucking bats that I am aware of, and the presence of two wounds would suggest that this was not the work of leeches... Therefore, Mr. Thomas, given the distance of each mark, I would say that these are the creation of some sort of vampiric snake!"
Edmund stood up, arms held in the perfect karate position, ready to defend himself and Mr. Thomas from the snake.
"Beware," Edmund said slowly, pacing the room. "for the snake could be anywhere!"
He jumped and shrieked as the doors of the dungeon opened and Bella suddenly appeared behind him.
"Bella, my love," he sighed. "How wonderful it is to see you. My heart has yearned for your presence. My soul has not been complete without you. Yet now you are here, and being near to you, my darling, is like being near to a golden orb of sunlight–"
"Silence!" Bella hissed. "I grow weary of your pathetic words of admiration!" She crossed to Edmund and grabbed him by the neck, dangling him a few feet above grown. "Where are they?"
Edmund opened his mouth to speak, but only gasps of breath came out. Bella sighed and dropped him to the floor. She growled and walked around the dungeon, cursing Edmund for his stupid need to breath.
"I cannot believe how hard this is proving!" Bella growled. "First, I fail to find three stupid school children, then I keep having these awful dreams, and, if that wasn't bad enough, yesterday Renesmee told me she wanted to start eating people! In front of Edward! I have told her so many times, again and again, if you want to start eating people, don't tell your father!"
"Oh, my darling," whispered Edmund. "What are these awful dreams?"
"Oh, you wouldn't want to know," said Bella. Then she said quickly, "But seeing as how you asked..."
Music began playing in the background, much to the tune of In the Dark of the Night from Anastasia. Then, most unexpectedly, Bella began to sing:
"In the dark of the night I was tossing and turning,
And the nightmare I had was terribly cruel,
A witch appeared to me,
And told me of a prophecy,
Then I opened my eyes and the nightmare was true!
I was once the most beautiful girl in all High School,
Then the prophecy came and ruined it al.
It told of 4 little brats,
In need of 4 little slaps,
Who planned to overthrow me at Anomie Hall!"
Suddenly the rest of the Cullens appeared, singing the chorus in perfect harmony. Edmund sat down to the side of the dungeon and clicked his fingers along to the toe-tapping tune.
"In the Dark of the Night evil will find them,
In the Dark of the night evil will shine,
We'll capture the lot,
And then leave them to rot,
In the Dark of the Night, they'll be mine!"
Bella once again continued her singing, skipping gaily around the room as she did.
"The witch told me they plan to steal away Edward,
Which is so ridiculous, don't be a fool!
I'll send Jacob to them,
There will be great mayhem,
Darling Edmund, prepare, it's gunna be cooooll!"
Jacob Black and his werewolves suddenly entered the dungeons, their vocal chords ready.
"In the dark of night I'm gunna kill her"
"Ahem, them!" added Bella
"In the Dark of the night they're gunna die!
We'll murder the three,
And have their entrails for tea,
In the dark of the night we'll say bye-bye!"
For the ultimate finale, fireworks exploded in the background, as the werewolves lifted Bella up onto their shoulders and spun her around the room.
"In the Dark of the night Bella will find them"
"Find them," added Jake in his bass voice.
"In the dark of the night she's gunna win."
"Doom them," added Edward in his equally bass voice, not wanting to be out-bassed by Jacob.
"Queen Bella will be saved,
After the Pevensies are enslaved,
In the dark of the night, In the dark of the night!"
The werewolves lowered Bella to the ground and she span around whilst singing, clouds of menacing smoke encircling her.
"Come my werewolves,
Growl for your master,
Kill those Pevensie fools.
Find them now,
Yes, go for your master."
The werewolves circled around Bella, jumping up and down like tribal animals, chanting:
"In the dark of the night,
In the dark of the night,
In the dark of the night!"
Queen Bella rose her hands to the sky, thunder and lightning echoing above her, an insane yet gloriously beautiful expression on her face as she screamed:
"THEY'LL BE THROUGH!"
That was the most fun I have ever had when writing Fanfiction!
If you watched the video, I imagine Bella would be Rasputin, Edmund would be the little bat thing, and the Cullens and the werewolves would be those little creature that sing with Rasputin.
For meow139, Laura Andrews, puckleberryforeva, kitty-whiskers, lowi, and InkWeaverabc.
