What happens when you shove Bella into the modelling world?
Twilight Characters owned by Stephenie Meyer, YamaNada storyline owned by Tomoko Hayakawa.
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"I heard that ghosts come around at night," Jasper told Bella as they wandered through the mist-filled woods.
"R-Really?" Carlisle spluttered, grabbing Emmett's arm.
"No, he's just coaxing Bella," Emmett explained. Carlisle felt slightly better.
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A few days earlier...
"Junk. Junk. Junk. Junk," Jasper said in a bored voice whilst he was sifting through the morning mail. Most of them had been love letters, which everyone including Bella had unanimously voted that it was junk mail. Jasper finally reached a letter worth of interest in front of him. It was addressed to Bella.
"Bella?" Jasper called. Bella shuffled into the room. Jasper showed her the letter. Bella hastily took it and ripped it open. Her happy face fell when she saw what was in it. She threw it in the junk pile and walked out. Jasper picked the letter up, and he began to walk behind Bella.
"What's wrong with the letter?" Jasper asked Bella, finally catching up to her.
"Read it."
Jasper's eyes scanned through the letter. It picked up words like 'invite' and 'model'.
"This is a fantastic opportunity Bella!" Jasper exclaimed.
"Not interested," Bella concluded before turning her back on him. Jasper figured that this was a way to make Bella into a lady and made plans with the company wanting to photograph her.
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"Who knew that being in a magazine could land her a photo shoot?" Edward sighed, looking at the picture that Bella was in. It was a magnificent picture, which magnified all of her beauty with the full moon behind her. Bella was gushing with happiness as she neared a scary tower. A representative took charge of Bella and dragged her inside. Bella was instantly put in a chair and attacked.
"Please stay still! I need to apply your foundation!" a make-up artist ordered. Bella didn't listen; she writhed around not wanting to have make-up on her face. Another make-up artist restrained Bella. She struggled fiercely against the pair of them. Not in 4 years have I worn make-up, I must resist, Bella thought with vehemence.
Next, she was stripped down quickly. Bella clutched at her body, desperately trying to hide. She struggled against her dressers. The make-up artists, anticipating her reluctant behaviour grabbed her arms to the dressers relief. Bella then was cruelly shunned into the world of modelling.
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Outside, preparing for the shoot was the photographer.
"Are you doubting my choice?" The photographer asked his assistants with an intimidating glare. They shook their heads to please their boss. The photographer smiled briefly and prepared his lenses.
"When it comes to shooting beautiful women, not many people can surpass me," the photographer boasted, "but this one, this one shot my 6th sense, like it was meant to be."
"Really?" the assistants asked him, hanging off his every word.
"And this is the next generation of the infamous Swan family. They are of course well known for their beauty and looks after all, Marie Swan her aunt, is one lady that I'd shoot any day." The tenacious photographer blushed, thinking of Bella's aunt.
"Miss Swan is the incarnation of pure beauty alone, and her niece is so photogenic, how bad must she be in real life?"
"We're ready," the make-up artists and dressers announced in fatigue. Not once had they had a fit from a model like Bella's. It was like Bella was in a torture room. Bella spun around, covering her face, unwilling to be beautiful. She hated it here. She hated modelling. She hated her picture taken.
"W-what did you do?" The photographer spat in scorn.
"Our best," they replied. The photographer looked at Bella in contempt. Bella knelt beside a fireplace.
"Vampires, ghosts, the devil, if you can hear me, I am your sacrifice. Vampires please drink my blood. Ghosts please take my soul. Devil take me to the underworld," Bella chanted in an undertone, her hands clasped together. The photographer, his assistants around him, backed away in fright.
"Let's hope she's as photogenic as I think she is," the photographer muttered.
"Is he really going to rely on photogenic-ness?" one of his assistants with the lights asked one setting the props. The latter shrugged and the former shook his head whilst smirking.
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"Actually, I'm surprised she actually came so easily," Jasper said, pleased with his achievement.
"You told her there were ghosts haunting here," Edward said mockingly, "she would have came like a shark goes straight to blood."
"Still, at least Jasper has a bad side to him. It's not all books and cleverness with Jasper anymore now," Emmett grinned. Jasper gave Emmett a high 5 and grinned broadly as well. He then coughed and his face turned serious again.
"This could be a turning point for Bella."
Edward, Carlisle and Emmett burst into laughter at Jasper's sudden change in tone. Jasper couldn't help smiling slightly.
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There were flashes of light. Bella covered her face with her hair, her eyes wild. She threw her hands in front of her face. She hid her face in the tight dress she was wearing. She thought it was painful looking down at her chest. She had a...cleavage which was uncomfortable to look at. The photographer edged closer. Bella timidly hid behind props, not wanting her picture taken. She ran out of the room, out into the woods again. She ran into Emmett. She took one look at Emmett and then ran in the opposite direction. Edward looked dangerously at Jasper and sped after Bella.
"Come back!" someone cried chasing slowly after Bella. He obviously hadn't bothered much in the beginning. Two female assistants followed after him.
"That's a 100 thousand dress! Why aren't you after her?" one of the screamed hysterically.
"There's someone already after her," he replied to her, holding her arms to calm her down.
"Don't worry, Edward will get her," Jasper assured them.
They laid their eyes on Emmett, Jasper and Carlisle and took in their appearance.
"Are you models?" they asked at the same time. Emmett, Carlisle and Jasper blushed. They shook their heads. They stared in awe. They wondered how Emmett, Carlisle and Jasper couldn't be models; they had the looks, the body, and the charm. They were about to fawn over them, that is when Edward arrived dragging Bella.
"You have to do this!" Edward wheezed pulling Bella along.
"Why?" Bella whined, pulling away from Edward with no visible results. As they neared the crowd by the castle, there were more model company representatives staring at Edward and they were thinking the same thing.
Edward had the potential.
"What is this commotion? Where is the girl?" The photographer boomed to everyone's shock. His eyes finally found Bella, and they snaked up Edward's arm onto Edward. The photographer looked at Edward.
"This is..." the photographer managed to say, before stumbling towards Edward, for the first time in his life, the photographer was gobsmacked. He had never before witnessed something like this. Not even close in fact. He was unable to find the right adjective to describe his emotions.
"Wonderful." Was uttered at last.
"The body, the stature, the looks, the posture..." the photographer listed with surprise. The photographer was excited. Extremely excited. He knew this was the promised gift that all photographers would get in their lifetime. He had to, no matter what, photograph Edward.
"Will you consider being photographed by me?" the photographer managed to say at last to an absent Edward. Edward had run away in a similar fashion that Bella had run away, probably having already predicting his proposal. Bella stood with Jasper and Emmett holding tightly onto her. The dressers were too infatuated with Carlisle, Emmett and Jasper to care about the dress anymore.
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Edward looked over his shoulder whilst climbing the stairs of the castle. Cobwebs hung everywhere, on the lights on the banisters, the corners of the walls... there was a lot of dust as well. It seemed that much of the things in the place Edward stood hadn't been touched in a long time. He walked on the dusty wooden floor and looked around. It was an eerie place. He felt the wind blowing on his body, and he shivered. He peered in a place where he thought was safe, for the time being.
This is the kind of place that Bella would like, Edward thought, as he removed a sheet off a chair with a flourish. He lay there and stared at the ceiling. His eyelids began to drop and Edward fell sound asleep.
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Not a good chapter, to write or to read, but this part of the story does get better...