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Swine flu. Gonna give it to Robyn. *evil laugh*

I know you don't get wild tigers in America but I wanted to put it in. you'll see what I mean later ...

Song: Bloc Party - Hunting for Witches.

Too poorly to write anything else.

Chapter 16 : Day 3 of DEC - A Hunt (original title huh?)

Bella's point of view:

As soon as dawn broke I jumped out of Edward's arms and bolted into the walk in wardrobe to find something for today. I headed straight to the "hunting rack" and grabbed a zip-up bag containing black skinny jeans, a black vest and a red and navy check shirt. Cute! I pulled them on and, leaving my feet bare, went back out to Edward.

'Hunting?'

'Yeah, I'm a little thirsty.'

'Where are we going?' Great, leave the women to make all the decisions. I thought for a second.

'Big cat territory. Lots of lions and tigers.' Tigers were my favourite and Edward said that I hunted like one and did other things like one too *cheeky wink*.

'We should probably leave now. It's an hour running.

'Okay, lets go.'

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I saw Edward break off as he caught the scent of his favourite, mountain lion, and I smiled to myself, running a bit further north before catching scent of a tiger and cutting right to catch it.

Edward's point of view:

The lion snarled when it saw me and hurled it's body at me. I dodged to the side and sprung, landing on it's back. The lion shrieked in surprise but my lips were already at his throat, biting down on the vein pulsing there and swallowing mouthfuls of his blood.

When I was done I went to find Bella, a simple enough task - I just had to follow her scent from the main trail. I heard her growl and a tiger roared back, I shook my head lightly - playing again - and smiled to myself. I broke into a clearing and it looked like Bella was playing a game of tag with the tiger.

'Standard manners, Bella. Most people consider it rude to play with your food.' She chuckled and the tiger pounced on her.. She let it knock her back and it started to tear at her clothes. She laughed and fought back half-heartedly for a minute until there was a loud rip and a snap. Bella hissed.

'You snapped my bra.' She hissed at the tiger. 'It was my favourite one.' Oh. Bella's favourite bra was my favourite bra (on her not me obv). The tiger seemed to sense her anger and actually backed off a bit. Bella stood up and advanced on it. It backed right up to a tree then she gave in and just snapped it's neck, latching her beautiful lips onto the blood. She drunk her fill and when she was done she buried the carcass, Bella respected the dead. She rearranged her top the turned to me a second later. She threw her bra at me and I caught it.

'Look what it did to my bra! Totally ruined! And that was my favourite one! Next time we come hunting I'm wearing a corset or nothing.' She hissed angrily. I wondered whether she meant topless by nothing or just no bra. I guessed now wasn't the right time to ask. Then I noticed her clothes.

'Bella ...'

'Are you listening to a word I'm saying Edward!?!' Uh oh. I missed her rant.

'Seriously Bella. Your clothes.' She looked down and gasped. Her jeans were torn all over and she was missing the bottom half of the right leg, her shirt was hanging in tatters off her shoulders and all the buttons were gone and her vest. Well, I wasn't complaining about what was on display but I thought Bella might. She'd been kinda standoffish the past few days.

'Oh. Crap.' I thought I'd heard the end of it. 'I can't believe it! I'm going to kill that tiger! For once I find a hunting outfit that isn't juicy couture trackies and it's destroyed in one day!' What was juicy couture? Wow, I'm such an idiot. 'I mean those trackies are nice enough but I don't suit trackies! Apart from those knee length ones Alice bought me ... Maybe I should get a few more pairs of them.' Bella was off musing about clothes. Joy of joys.

'Umm ... Bella?' I had to get her attention onto something else so I didn't have to go shopping with her. Much as I loved my Bella I really couldn't take another all day shopping trip with her and Alice.

'Edward, which do you think suits me better. The knee length trackies or the full length ones?' She said she liked the knee length ones. Agree then divert.

'The knee length ones. But ... Umm ... Your top is still very destroyed.' I paused for a minute the pulled my hoodie off. 'Here.' I said handing it too her.

'Thanks Edward. Am I okay to were it without this vest though? I mean it's not like it's doing anything.'

'No, that's okay. I don't mind.' It would smell stronger of her. Wow, I'm sad.

'Okay. Thanks.' She ripped her vest off and threw it on the floor before pulling my hoodie over her head. I walked over and held her hand.

'Home?' I asked. Maybe she wouldn't be so ... weird today.

'Home.' She agreed and we ran back.

Wow. That was one mighty short chapter. I was about to put some other bits in but I realized that they probably weren't so much T rated. ;) Tehe.

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