A.N. So there's been many o' you who've been waitin for this so...I hope it meets you expectations. Te he! P
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: My milkshakes! Do you know what they do? They make it to where I can't own Twilight. Yeah.
Staked
Edward, despite popular belief, did not live in Forks. Sure, since the book Twilight came out, a flood of love-sick girls actually moved to the town just so they could pretend, for a moment, that they were close to the apparent man of their dreams.
Huh. Yeah...
Well, while Edward couldn't make proof of the girl Bella, he, as a vampire, did exist.
(I know!)
The author caught glimpse of him in his real town in California and decided to just flip some of his fact a little.
But, contrary to what she wrote, Edward was a real vampire.
Dies in the sun.
No garlic.
Stake in the heart.
And, sometimes, he found it fun to hang out in the cemetery. As shown by the present evening. Edward was used to people not hanging out in the cemetery. Used to having it to himself.
Except this night.
This night, there was a girl.
No brown-haired-plain-but-still-beautiful-and-unique girl, though. It was a blond girl.
Edward smiled. Dinner.
He glided up to her. She was a teen, he could tell that. Backpack. Jacket.
He smiled, opened his mouth to smooth-talk her...
She rolled her eyes. "Sorry. Don't really have the time tonight."
He quickly changed his nearly formed words. "For what?"
"This charade. I have somewhere to be at ten."
"O...kay." What was happening?
She turned her back to him. Still confused but hungry, the vampire started to inch closer to the girl.
"Tell me," she said, matter o' factly. "What is the quickest way to a man's heart?"
Edward grinned, jaw unhinging, fangs extending. Almost touching her neck... "Through his stomach?" he murmured, brushing away her hair.
"No." Pause. "Through his heart."
And then Buffy staked Edward.
THE END.