Wow-- the post-a-thon went down a treat on Thursday! Glad you liked it, tbh. With regards to the one-shots I posted, 'Phone Call' and 'I'll keep hoping, as she keeps dreaming', they will stay as such, despite the reviews. For 'Phone Call', for example, I received 14 reviews, and every single one of the asked me to make it into a multi-chap. But I'll stick by my reasoning-- there are a hundred stories that are similar. If I continued it, would it really be any different than any of the others? Sorry, I just hate stories that are dragged out. I think that I said what I wanted to say, and I'll leave it at that. I'd be more likely to update 'I'll keep hoping as she keeps dreaming', but even that is a bit cliched. I'd rather leave it as it is; let the optimists imagine that Bella woke up, and everyone else to picture Bella's death. Alright? I'd rather keep people asking questions, than set the story in stone, so I'll leave them both open to interpretation. Sorry.

Oh yeah-- this one is inspired by the pantomime I went to see yesterday, though there were no vampires in that one. Shame. Today's drabble will be posted later.

Date: 26th December

Character: Emmett

Stimulus: Pantomime.

Dedication: Emma. Who I know likes the Emmett-fics. Love!

Emmett bounced excitedly in his seat overlooking the stage, as his wife rolled her eyes beside him. In all honesty, she wasn't sure why she'd agreed to accompany him to the pantomime, but she was stuck here now.

The lights dimmed, and the curtain rose, to the sounds of the overture. Emmett, if possible, became ore excited, as the villain of the piece stepped forward, to hundreds of 'boos' from the crowd. The burly vampire joined in enthusiastically, as the actor onstage snarled, effectively silencing the excitable audience.

"I am the great ABANEZZER, King of the VAMPIRES!!"

Emmett and Rosalie's mouths fell open simultaneously, and stayed so as the play unfolded. This Vampire King did not sparkle, and he seemed to have a strange problem with garlic and wooden stakes. Emmett was fascinated.

When the curtain finally closed, following an extremely lavish wedding, Emmett stood up, grinning. Rosalie buried her face in her hands. She was no Alice, but it wasn't hard to predict the next words that would come from his mouth.

"I am the great EMMETT, King of the VAMPIRES!!"