Jayn: I will try my best to capitalize proper words. I'm sorry if I mess up, I will try my best though and sorry in advance for misspelled words.

The description of the outside and inside of the house was copied from the book, I think.

Just in case anyone notices.

Chapter Eight- The Horror Movie Begins

Tiereney POV

I was yet again wrong in my assumption that today could not get worse.

It would seem Bella and Alice decided it would be best to start the project as soon as possible.

Which wouldn't have been bad, if not for the fact that it involved going to the Cullen house and beginning the project there.

I could already feel Edward's hands...ugh.

The drive consisted of Bella complaining the entire way.

Which wasn't far, considering I had much more to complain about.

Though it did make me wonder if the cullen's could hear her from there car, which we were following to there home.

I was going to a vampire's house.

In no way did that seem safe.

What if Bella got a paper cut or some other bleeding induced injury

or worse what if I got some bleeding induced injury.

Everyone seemed able to handle Bella and I's scent. Even Jasper.

I can't be sure if it is because Edward spends all his time projecting lust and Jasper can't feel anything esle because of that or for some other reason, like his bloodlust isn't as bad in this odd universe.

Here's hoping it's the last one.

I could go with one less problem to worry about.

When describing the cullen house, the words timeless, graceful, and probably a hundred years old was used quite alot I imagine and it was true.

Beautiful was another word I could use.

It was painted a faded white, three stories tall, and rectangular in shape.

Gorgous and surrounded by the forest we had been driving past during our journey here.

The sentence that most horror movies seem to advitise "No One Can Hear You Scream" came blazing across my mind.

I was going to have to find a way of staying close to Esme or at least Bella. After all he wouldn't do anything infront of his mother, who is a vampire and can see super fast groping hands.

No one is that perverted.

Right ?

I was right about the Cullen siblings maybe hearing Bella.

Rosalie was yet again glaring death at Bella, who was reciprocating.

Though to be quite fair Rosalie always looked as though she wanted to kill Bella.

Really greatful she never looked at me that way.

Jasper and Emmett looked amused. Likely because Bella would have to try alot harder to insult them.

Alice was smirking at me. Which frankly just about terrified me.

The psychic, the one who could see the future of mine and everyone that is not a werewolf.

WAS SMIRKING AT ME.

I didn't want to know what she most likely had seen or was planning. I just really really wanted to go home to my fictional father who owned a gun and pepper spray.

A gun and pepper spray wouldn't do anything against a vampire, I know. But it would make me feel so much better.

That and a chastity belt.

Edward.

His look was that of a person deeply submerged in a wonder fantasy.

I would pretend I didn't know who he was thinking of.

The inside of the house was even more beautiful then the movie portrayed. It was bright, open, and very large. The first floor had a wide space, making me think that it had originally been several rooms, but the walls had been removed. The back, south-facing wall had been entirely replaced with glass, and, beyond the shade of the cedars, the lawn stretched bare to the wide river. A massive curving staircase dominated the west side of the room. The walls, the high-beamed ceiling, the wooden floors, and the thick carpets were all varying shades of white.

Waiting to greet us, standing just to the left of the door, on a raised portion of the floor by a spectacular grand piano, were the two elder Cullens. Looking exactly like they did in the movie. Like the rest of the Cullens.

Maybe I should run while I still can.

(Slam)

The front door being shut and locked, did nothing to calm my nerves.

I also didn't need to turn around to know that Edward or Alice was the one to close and lock the door.

This day just kept getting worse.