New chefs for Bella!

Yes, I've let a 400-year-old vampire into the kitchen. Not to mention he's a guy. NOW it's getting worse. Broken pans and massive throw up guaranteed! Chef Emmett is on the roll!

Disclaimer: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I do not own Twilight. But, hey, I totally own the Cullens' kitchen! :)

Chapter 6 - Chef Emmett

When I have recovered from the shock that Carlisle cooked pig's blood for me, I don't have much appetite left. So I settled down to watch the rest of Eat, Pray, Love with Edward and a glass of water. When we finished, we heard raised noises outside of the house.

"It's Emmett and Jasper," said Edward. "They're arguing,"

"Why?" I asked. Before Edward could answer, Emmett and Jasper came inside.

"Can't we just play it one more time, please?" Emmett pleaded.

Jasper was rigid in his reply. "No,"

"But that's not freakin' fair! I won that! I won! You tricked me!"

Jasper sighed tiredly. "Emmett – "

"What happened?" I cut in interestedly. Jasper looked like he's been bitten by a vampire and he's annoyed at the stinging sensation. Emmett was furious.

"Jasper cheated in wrestling! He damn cheated me!" Emmett yelled. He punched his hands together for emphasis.

"Emmett! I so did not! You were distracted by the bear!" yelled Jasper. I can see that he was already under a lot of pressure in arguing with Emmett.

"YOU – " Emmett started to say, but he stopped mid-sentence.

"What's that smell?" he sniffed around like a bloodhound. "That's like blood,"

Jasper rolled his eyes. "It's the shirt you've ruin, idiot,"

Emmett stared down at the front of his shirt. Splattered around the words Bloody Murder was deep red blood. I feel faint.

"No, Jazz," said Edward. "Em's right. Carlisle cooked back pudding for Bella just now. And Em, could you please change? You're freaking my Bella out,"

Jasper and Emmett stared at Edward.

"Carlisle?" said Emmett, his jaw hanging open.

"Cook?" added Jasper incredulously.

"Black pudding?" they both cried in perfect synchronization.

"Er, yes," I said. "I was hungry, so Carlisle cooked black pudding. Um, you can have the rest of it if you want, Emmett," I shuddered, and tried to look back at the television, feeling horrible at seeing Emmett's bloody shirt. It makes me thought of how Carlisle might extract the blood from the pig... did he use a syringe?

Oh, god.

"But why Carlisle?" asked Jasper, he was still confused.

"Because Edward's pasta failed," I said, carefully avoiding Emmett. "He's going to cook pasta for me but it burned. So Carlisle offered,"

Suddenly Emmett's eyes lit up.

He put on his best professional face, and said deeply,

"Ladies and gentleman: fear not! Chef Emmett is on the roll!"

He took off his Bloody Murder shirt and swung it around, cow-boy style. The blood scent filled the room, and I fell faintly into Edward's cold arms, thinking,

Oh. My. God. This is SO not happening.

So. Emmett. Chef Emmett. What do you think about it? Can I get more reviews in order to tell you that?

Haha!