Edward glared down at me. I raised the super soaker threateningly.

"Stay back!"

"Or what?" He sneered.

I patted the tank on it. "This baby is filled with genuine holy water." Well, genuine 'homemade' holy water, but he didn't need to know that. The same whoosh I heard in the mansion could be heard right before Edward disappeared from his previous spot.

"Edward?" I looked around.

"Are you only relying on superstition?"

The cold breath on my neck startled me into releasing the holy water all around him. I didn't know what happens to vampires after they get sprayed by holy H2O, but I didn't want to be around when it happened. I jumped on the counter and watched my quarry. Apparently, it just pissed them off.

Edward's eyes were narrowed dangerously, and he was trying to wring out his shirt. I threw a garlic clove at him and heard a satisfying thump.

"What the hell's wrong with you?!"

I shrugged. "I'm not too into vampires."

"Everything okay in there," laughed a voice outside.

"Shut up, Emmett!"

I heard a chuckle, and Edward glared daggers at an offensive piece of door. He turned back to me.

"Alright. You can come quietly or- Hey! Ow! Quit that!"

Unfortunately, I ran out of garlic. All ten of the putrid things surrounded Edward and his puddle. He was looking more ticked off by the minute. I held up a near by frying pan.

"I swear I'll whack you with this."

Edward gritted his teeth and did his wierd disappearing act. Without thinking, I whipped the frying pan backwards and hit a rock. The ringing chattered my teeth and made my eyes swim. I distantly heard Edward swear and felt myself being lifted and carried. I must've been out of it. No cars were cranked, and no planes took off, but I seemed to be going about 200mph, and there was definitely wind. First, it was buildings that blurred my eyes then trees. I wasn't as shaky as I had been, so I doubted that I was dreaming or making stuff up. A dream can only go so far.

I felt the wind ease up, and the iron grip around my waist tightened a bit. We were slowing down. My eyes weren't near as watery now, so I looked up at my glorious captor. I say this in pure sarcasm as he was not glorious what with his fuzzy hair and stiff clothes due to rapid air dry, and his face seemed a bit blacker than before. He suffered me a glance.

"What are you looking at?"

"Are you always this repulsive?"

His golden eyes hardened. "For your information, women practically throw themselves at me, therefore I am nowhere near 'repulsive.'"

Emmett elbowed Edward then making him grimace.

"Jaz doesn't throw herself at you." I nodded in this wierd all-knowing way. For once, Emmett was right. "She'd rather have a dashing fellow like me."

I stopped nodding and started looking all together shocked. I would like to say that I did not- repeat NOT- turn an awful shade of red, but that would be an outright lie. I started to think about my harebrained scheme to gain time and NOTHING else. Edward's eyes bulged quite a bit, and Emmett laughed as he bent down and put a finger to my lips.

"I'm just that irresistable," he said in a sexy voice.

I glared and tried to nip his finger, because he wouldn't get it off my freaking lips! Sadly, his finger was harder than a bagel (Also known as rock bread. I prefer a nice biscuit myself.) which ended my little venture in an awkward silence.

"Oh! So dirty," he cooed.

Edward looked like he was gonna barf up a lung right then and there. I would probably accompany him in that little adventure as I currently had a vampire's finger between my teeth. Who knows where that has been? If they're immortal, that could be over a hundred years of dirt and grime witha dash of blood. I briefly wished for Germ X. Whoever invented that stuff deserves a medal.

I spat out Emmett's finger and glared as many daggers as possible at him. "Where are you taking me?! I am NOT going to be some kind of sick blood donor for your little party." If Edward could turn green, he would've.

"Ah. . . We're sorta. . . vegetarians."

Now they were gonna tell me they were some sort of mutant freak who sucked plant juice and drank ketchup. How in the world can you even have a veggie loving vamp?!

"We only eat animals," explained Edward.

My mouth dropped open. I thought that I now knew where Mrs. Hutchinson's housecat, Peaches, (Who names their cat 'Peaches'? Yeesh!) went. Poor cat. She was a really sweet and pretty white furry thing. Well, sweet to everyone except Mark. Animals always dispised him. Too bad Peaches had been eaten by scary vamps.

"For goodness sakes!" shouted Edward. "We don't eat people's pets!"

"Uh. . . Ed?" Emmett looked a little sheepish. "Remember that dog the other day that wouldn't quit barking and was so annoying?"

Edward looked quite shell shocked. "Oh, God, no! Please tell me it's just a dream!"

Did I mention that I like animals? (Though I've wanted to kill my share of yappy play-with-me-till-you-die dogs.) I was a bit shocked but not near as much as Edward. Despite all the nasty stalker type things he'd done to me, I felt sorry for him.

"There there," I said as I patted his rock hard back. He looked up at me with suspicious eyes. Gosh! It's not like I wanted to kill him or anything.

Then he smiled and laughed. It wasn't a cute shy laugh. Just joyful. I grinned at him and felt myself start to giggle. Stupid infectuous Edward! To think I'd one day be laughing with a group of psychotic vampires. I guess you just gotta slap Fate on the back sometimes and say, "Good one, man! Never saw that coming!"

Emmett grunted. "If you two can stop acting like retards, it would be nice to go."

"You now Carlisle hates the r-word," said Edward suddenly serious. The guy changes moods like the wind.

Emmett rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Yeah."

I raised my hand school fashion. "I have just a tiny question. Where the heck are we?!"

Edward began to walk off. "If you follow, you'll know."

I glared daggers at his back. What was he?! Some sort of anti-feminist freak?! Did he think I would just follow him without question?! Emmett poked me, and I jumped back with a squeak. He looked startled, but then grinned mischieviously. Crap. He knew I was ticklish now.

"Why, Jaz," he said impishly. "You couldn't be ticklish, could you?"

I glared before swirling on my heel and following Edward. I wasn't into lying. Especially when asked rhetorical questions. I strode fast, because stupid Edward was awfully far ahead. He disappeared through the trees. I ran and burst through to find I was behind the big white house that Emmett had taken me to before. The one with the Blood Freezer. I was a little scared, I'll admit. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Emmett.

"It'll all be fine," he said warmly.

My eyes narrowed. "How do you know?"

"They're my family," he shrugged.

I looked dead ahead. "Will the blonde chick be there?"

His hand tightened on my shoulder, and I winced. "You have no right to ask that," he replied gruffly. "Go with Edward."

I would've made a witty comeback, but when I looked at him, his eyes were sad, but his face showed nothing. He was trying to hide it. Whatever it was. Suddenly, I didn't want to leave him alone.

"I hate family meetings," I said. "If you don't have to go, I don't see why I should."

He smiled. "You're so stubborn."

I shrugged. "When did you notice this?"

He laughed then and pushed me ahead of him. I almost wished he hadn't come then. Idiot kept stepping on my shoes and trying to trip me! I mean, can an almighty immortal vampire be anymore like a five-year-old?! At least, he stopped when we got to the porch steps.

It suddenly hit me. I was meeting HIS FAMILY! I swirled around and stuck a finger in his face.

"Don't you dare tell anyone about you-know-what!"

He looked clueless. "Whatever are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I mean," I spewed.

His arm snaked around my waist, and he pulled me right up against him. I mean, RIGHT FREAKING AGAINST HIM!! We weren't just inches apart. There were no inches. I felt his breath on my face. I probably looked like a stunned porcupine. My eyes were wide, and I was bristling.

"Why don't you refresh my memory," he said with a sly smile.

I swear my face turned three shades of red: Embarrassment, anger, and (sadly) excitement. I was confused, and I hated it. I like knowing what's going on (with me most of all).

"Let me go," I squeaked in a voice that only comes out when I'm tickled (Translation: A horrible girly voice). "Put me down!"

He laughed, and I heard a loud banging. I turned to see a very wide-eyed Doctor Cullen, and by the minute, the faces were multiplying. Alice, Jasper, Edward, and a new woman.

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