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Halloween Bash
Halloween Bash
Bella’s POV:
“Edward!” I yelled. “Alice, Rosalie, bring out Renesmee, Jasper and Emmett!”
“Bella, you look beautiful. As always,” a smooth and velvet voice coming from behind me caught me by surprise.
“So do you,” I smiled, admiring his appearance as he started to kiss me.
We were all getting ready for Fork’s annual Halloween Bash. This was its thirteenth. They have never tried it. First, we could all play trick-or-treat, going from house to house. I know we’re too old to do that, but everyone’s doing it. Plus, Renesmee insisted on it, and who could resist her? (A/N: They are old.) She wouldn’t really eat the candy; she just wanted to go there for fun. After, we would go to the big plaza and enter the contest. It was a costume contest, with different categories. There are Best Costume Award, Scariest Award, Funniest Award, Most Unique, blah blah blah… but what I wanted to win the most was Best Group Picture.
Edward, Alice, Emmett, Alice, Jasper, Renesmee and I are joining that. As what? Simple.
We’re going as vampires.
Of course, it is easy to act like one if you are one.
“We’re here!” Alice yelled as the rest of them came bounding down the stairs, breaking our kiss.
“Get ready for the pictures!” Carlisle, my father-in-law said.
We all squeezed together as he took a shot. He then showed it to us.
We looked stunning, with perfect flawless features, pale skin, deep eyes, and of course, our costumes. Our eyes weren’t very red, as we went on a hunting trip a while ago.
Then Emmett started laughing. Big, loud, laughs. A while later, it got annoying.
“Emmett, shut up!” Rosalie glared at him.
“Sorry,” he managed to choke out between guffaws. “It’s just that, I can’t believe we’re going as the…Volturi.”
Yes, we were dressing up as the Volturi. Ironic, huh? But we won’t tell anyone what we are; we’ll just say we’re vampires. It’s just our little family joke.
Edward is Aro, Emmett is Caius, and Jasper is Marcus. We girls are their wives. Renesmee was our little child. Well, not so little. She now looks about… ten.


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