A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Lanna-Misssunshine who gave me this marvelous idea. There is a new poll up. Go vote. Read and review? Enjoy!
Ramdom Chapter Trivia: The day that the girl who played Dorothy Gale (Judy Garland) in The Wizard Of Oz died, a hurricane struck Kansas. Seriously, I read it in old paper archives when I was doing fairy tale research.
Thank You's: I want to thanks everyone who checked out Vampires Will Never Hurt You by Eleen (she has another Twilight fic called Viva Las Vampire that's brilliant if anyone's interested) and to all of my lovely reviewers. I love you guys!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.
The House Began To Pitch
It was an usually windy day in Forks. The rain was minimal, and the air was humid, but the wind was enough to churn a maelstrom.
Jessica Stanley despised the wind. It always made her perfect chestnut locks whip into a tangled mess. If only she had a parasol to keep the wind off of her. Yes, Mike would most definitely like her sophistication if she carried around a parasol.
As vision of pink and white polka dot umbrellas danced though her head, Jessica failed to notice the change in the wind and a howling noise on the horizon. Before she knew it, the lights went out…
Mike was taking a casual walk through the town of Forks when he noticed a strange sight.
"Hmm, that's odd." Mike muttered as he gazed upon the house that was sitting in the middle of the sidewalk.
It wasn't like any house he had seen before. The roof was rickety and sagging, while the wooden siding was chipped and dull. Getting closer, he could see hinges where the door had been ripped off, and all of the windows were opened. It looked as if it had been through a hurricane.
Glancing down, he gasped in surprise. The sight he saw was unmistakable. There, sticking out from underneath the house was a very familiar pair of canary yellow Sketchers and a pair of mauve and cream striped leggings.
They were the legs of Jessica Stanley.
Inching his way ever closer, Mike stopped just before he was touching her. Bending down, he poked her calf, but to no avail. She was dead.
As a bit of a delayed reaction, Mike jumped up and did a tiny happy dance, singing, "Ding dong, the witch is dead!"
After jumping and clicking his heels together in the air like a munchkin, he continued on down the street, reveling in the windy day.