twilight au where jacob and mike start actually fighting in the movie theater mikeâs stomach bug vs jacobâs 110° fever mike vomits on jacobâs shoes and jacobâs so dizzy he runs headfirst into a wall
Warnings and Tags: Non-Canon, Monsters, Language, Awkwardness, Discussions of Blood Drinking
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The gentle noise of the piano in the other room roused her. Elise took a breath, making a small noise as she turned over, hugging the pillow underneath her. It smelled clean, fresh. Like a lavender field. A hint of musk lingered thereâ
She paused.
Opened her eyes.
Her bedsheets didnât smell like that. (Nothing that good, at least.)
A spacious room greeted her. It was an airy, pastel colored affair. Tones of light blue to grey embellished everything down from the curtains to the bedding.
The ceiling to floor window was a bit jarring. She slid herself out of bed to get a closer look.
Still in the clothes from before. Thank God. It was already odd enough she had woken up in somebodyâs bed. She wrapped her jacket around herself a bit tighter, stepping closer to view the world beyond.
The forest stared back at her. A roomy yard, with room for an outdoor garage.
She saw her car parked there still, next to the entrance.
Damn it. She was still at the Cullenâs.
That would make two nights now that she was tucked in without her knowledge. Once within her own home, tooâŠ
Nyx was still unattended. Christ. That damned cat would have torn up her curtains by now out of spite. Not that Elise blamed her- she would be pissed off too if she didnât get her breakfastâŠ
A gentle knock at the door made her turn. Christ. Right.
She was literally in a vampire lair.
A cheery, brunette head poked in. Elise had a hard time viewing her as a creature rather than a motherly face. Esme Cullen held a soothing grin. Small. Not too eager. Elise could feel the hesitation from where she stood.
âHey⊠figured youâd be awake by now,â she waved a hand, lightly laughing at herself, âI donât think weâve properly met. Iâm Esme, and youâre Elise.â
Odd. She had said it like a statement- no request for confirmation. Suppose this whole situation was already off enough.
The witch, a bit too weirded out to freak out, nodded.
âYouâŠ. Did you guys do something to me?â
Esmeâs eyes rounded out, amused expression gone, âWell of course not! You fainted, poor thing.â
Esme didnât look much older than Elise, herself. So why the hell was she talking like a middle agedâ
The obvious fact of vampirism reared its ugly head. Immortal. Right. That was probably why Carlisle used words like âtosspotâ.
The thought of the blonde man unnerved her. The confusing emotions from before hadnât faded, even with new information. The man threw her off kilter.
Esme continued, âI hope you rested okay. I had to keep them all quietâ youâd think they had forgotten their manners.â Her rose colored lips turned up into an annoyed yet loving facial expression.
Esme reminded her of her mom- when Elise was a toddler. She held onto those images- a tired, loving housewife just trying to make her salves and spells.
She found herself relaxing, though her weariness didnât fade, âWell⊠thanks, I guess.â
âYouâre welcome.â
The two women stared at one another- witch to vampire.
Esme lifted her head suddenly, remembering, âOh. Carlisle wants to talk to you before we send you on your way.â
Send her on her way?
âIâm⊠not kidnapped?â
The brunette vampire made an expression of disgust, her pearly white teeth being revealed. No obvious sharp teeth⊠right now, that is. âNo! Of course not. Oh dear. You mustâve been so terrified thinking that.â
To be honest, she hadnât gotten too far down that rabbit hole herself either. Elise sighed, âIâm sorry I assumed.â
âWell I donât blame you. This must all seem really strange to you.â
Elise wasnât expecting empathetic vampires during this whole adventure.
Esme leaned against the door, studying the witch. Before she could react, the brunette stood up straight, âCarlisle was right. You are quite curious. That should serve you well.â
Before she could ask whatever the hell that meant, the hostess continued, âHis office is down the hall, straight shot. Let me know if you get lost.â
The woman was suddenly gone. It had occurred to Elise that they werenât just disappearing into thin air- that mustâve been supernatural speed.
She added that to her mental roster.
She glanced around the room again before leaving. A familiar looking lab coat was hung on the rack in the corner of the room.
Oh. So it was his room.
She fought the blush that came with that, venturing out into the hallway. It had a similar, open concept. She walked, her footfalls echoing around the piano. Elise almost searched out the source of the noise, but thought better of it.
The room was easy to find. An oak door stood between her and possibly getting closure on this whole weird journey.
She knocked firmly.
âCome in,â was immediately called out.
She slowly opened the door.
He was in the middle of closing a file. Carlisle looked up at her, his eyes searching her. Gold eyes. The god damned hint from her mother that even made her start to realize.
He leaned back in his chair, his button up shirt shifting with the movement. The light gently filtered into the classy looking room. Bookshelves, top to bottom just like the windowâ
Light. It was morning.
âSo do you not burn in the sun?â she asked in an awful way of greeting.
He let his eyes close for a moment, shaking his head with a huff of air, âI see this is how weâre starting.â
Carlisle gestured to the seat across his dark, expensive desk. She found herself walking in. The heavy door clicked behind her as she settled into the green leather chair.
He sighed, rolling out his shoulders, âI guess Iâll give you an answer to your question, first.â His fingers unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt, rolling it up, âSunlight is a myth in its own right. We survive it just fine. Itâs just letting people see us.â
Before she could ask, he raised his forearm into the incoming beam of sun.
The effervescent glimmer of his skin shocked her. Like looking at quartz under a flashlight. His flesh sparkled- no, almost damn near looked like it ignited. No expression of pain ever crossed his features.
âWe always âgo campingâ whenever itâs a sunny day,â he said, lowering his arm. Her eyes finally got a break from that odd spectacle.
He rolled down his sleeve, âDoes that satisfy you?â
âNot nearly,â she admitted, âConsidering that you guys are literal vampires.â She leaned forward, furrowing her brow, âBut because my mom had been so scared of your race that she kept it secret from me.â
âI hardly see the control I have in that situation.â
âIââ she began, before seeing his point. Unfortunately, at least through the beginning, he had been a creature trying to live his life. She was the one who decided to get curious about shit. âYouâre right about that part.â
One thing at a time.
She settled back into her chair, âDid you guys know about me?â
âEdward pieced it together.â
âEd?â she asked.
âYeah, youâre not gonna get anything past him.â
âBecause heâs that observant?â
âBecause he can hear your thoughts.â
She blinked.
He nodded, âYes. I said âhearâ.â
Jesus Christ. Her thoughts in the cafe- in the car- hell, no wonder he didnât like her. She swallowed, âHeâs a mind reader.â
âItâs not uncommon for vampires to have gifts. Alice can see the future⊠Edward can read thoughts-â
âSee the future?â
âYeah. Unfortunately, she saw you coming from a mile off. She started watching you afterâŠ.well after I talked about you.â
Elise furrowed her brow, âYou talked to Alice about me? Why? Was I gonna become your next meal?â The reality of that being possible made her throat dry.
âNo,â Carlisle said quickly, âNo. My family and I do not indulge in human blood.â
âThat seems easy.â
âItâs not.â
âYou⊠youâre a doctor. Hell! Youâve sewn me up,â Elise rolled her eyes, âYou werenât just dying to eat me?â
âI wasnât. Thatâs what made me talk to her.â
Elise narrowed her eyes, waiting for the response.
Carlisle sighed, settling into a realization she didnât know about. âNo, Elise. Because when I was performing your stitches, your blood had zero scent.â
â⊠is that a good thing?â
âWell, noââ
âI mean that sort of sounds like a good thing-â
âIt would actually be safer for you if your blood did have a scent. It was my one huge tip off that you were a witch.â
Warnings and Tags: Monsters, Bickering, Revelations, Arguments, An Obvious Reference to a Canon Moment âąïž
Notes: Another reminder this is a non-canon depiction of characters and dynamics, etc. :)
please donât ask me how Iâm getting so much written recently I couldnât tell you
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When she was young, she encountered a mermaid for the first time. They were not magical or kind creatures- ones that looked ugly as sin. Elise was four, staring over the side of a fishing boat of the harbor of Seattle.
She remembered the haunting, fishy humanoid staring up at her from beneath the water. While she was terrified, Elise found herself drawn. Wanting to reach her small hand out into the water, grab hold and let herself sink or swim.
Belle Dumont had screamed- shrill as nails on chalk- once she realized, pulling her daughter to safety. Elise had a disdain for open water for a few years, but all in all, it turned out fine.
Besides the feeling of dread, and horror.
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She hadnât felt that way again⊠until right about now.
Damn.
Elise policed her breathing, her hands glued to her steering wheel.
Amber eyes stayed upon her. She kept eye contact with it, not daring to blink. Elise swallowed as the eyes multiplied. Two pairs now drilled into her from a distance- once taller than the other.
Was it safe to get out of the car? Did they expect her to? She moved with a shaky hand, switching on her brights to get a better view of the creatures ahead of her.
Rosalie and Edward Cullen illuminated. Where a normal person mightâve been blinded by the lights, or been bugged by the downpour outside. They stayed focused on her, not even blinking as the water rushed down their cheeks.
She was staring at the end of the metaphorical barrel.
â⊠fuck.â
What was she gonna do? What was there to do? She couldnât outrun themâŠ. Well could she? Her phone was nearly dead- not enough time for emergencies. Who would even be able to help⊠against these creatures? These.. uncanny valley moving statues?
Something told her that was the wrong thing to do. That she wouldnât make it, or get someone hurt.
That left her with one desperate idea.
This was gonna be stupid. But she now knew something. They knew she knew, it seemed. Maybe some answers could be given to her⊠before she died.
She let out a breath, pressing the unlock button on her ever withering car.
Elise had barely finished before she heard the car doors opening and shutting. Rosalieâs long, golden hair dripped with the water from the outside. Her jacket was soaked down to the bone. Edward scrounged into his seat in the back, looking like quite the gagged and drowned cat⊠perhaps that came more from his vibesâŠ
âYou can stop insulting me any day now,â the Cullen brother commented.
She mentally stopped. What?
âReally? Drowned cat?â Edward frowned.
âOooh,â Rosalie narrowed her eyes, looking back at her brother, âShe called you a drowned cat. Looks like someone is gonna be pouting for a week again.â
What an unusually domestic conversation for the context this whole situation had. Even paired with bickering.
The blonde turned around. Suddenly, Elise remembered she had some reason to be concerned. Edward had heard the whole insult in her head⊠Crap. What was this bullshit? Is this why her mother tried to keep her away?â
âYour mother, huh? Interesting,â his gaze darkened, meeting her eyes in the rear view mirror.
âYou stop fucking doing that or Iâm kicking you out of my car right now,â she fibbed. The terror at him knowing- just knowing- made her skin crawl.
âHow about we all stop arguing?â Rosalie cut in.
The whirring of her poor carâs engine vibrates under Eliseâs feet.
âYour car sounds terrible,â the stunning woman spoke impassively, looking down at the floor with a hint of disdain. âLetâs get driving.â
âAnd if I donât wanna go on a drive with you two?â Elise asked, finding her will to talk.
âI donât think any of us have much choice,â Edward muttered under his breath.
Like he was just as put out about this than she was. She had to spend time alone in a car with two predators- and even worse, she had to be stuck in a car with him.
He was right, nonetheless. Fucking prickâŠ
Elise sighed, her shoulders relaxing, âYou guys better know where youâre going already.â
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The journey so far wasâŠ. Quiet. Still. Elise checked the clock again- 8:47pm. They had been driving for nearly thirty minutes. The storm outside of the car rumbled. Elise didnât recognize the side road Rose had directed her to. They lived along the edge of town, opposite to where Eliseâs cottage stood on the other sideâŠ
God. Nyx was still at home, probably wondering where her owner was. It was easy to see her little buddy concerned, staring at the window for any sign of the car. If she had to get out of this situation for anyone, it was for that feline...
Rosalie simply stared ahead, her mouth taut. Edward- as she could see in the mirror- had been staring out the window like he was some sad pop star. That also could describe him, if she was honest.
âDo you ever stop going on tirades?â Ed finally asked.
âIâve been silent,â she glared up at the rear view, âthis whole trip.â
âYouâve been an inconivience this whole time,â he muttered.
âSays the man who ruined my sweater.â
âBoth of you, shut up,â Rose shook her head, before sparing a look to the man in the backseat, âYou are a dick for that whole situation, thoughâŠâ
They continued bickering, leaving Elise to be contemplative.
Lights ahead caught her attention. Panels of warmth, struck out against the darkness of the woods that surrounded it. It took her another few moments to register that it was a house- no. Fuck that. This monolith was a goddamn mansion.
The windows of the building touched roof to bottom, scattered along almost every wall. Well. So much for privacyâŠ. Then again, she hadnât even known this had existed. This might as well be the most secluded place in Forks.
She rolled up the driveway, trying hard to focus on parking properly and not gawking.
It didnât take long for her to piece together that this was their-
âHome sweet home,â Rosalie sighed.
Elise placed her car into park near the entrance. Wow. This all looked so-
A figure suddenly standing at her door made her shout, leaning away from the door. She collided with the body in the passenger seat. Chilled, and strong. Rosalie made a noise of disdain, pushing Elise off of her.
âItâs just Carlisle,â the other woman audibly rolled her eyes, climbing out of the car.
Elise took a moment to confirm this fact. Carlisle had already had her door open. The rain had lessened in its momentum, just droplets falling onto his face. Sliding down his cheekbones, down the planes of his cheek-
âCan we get out now?â Edward bitched, moving out of the car.
Oh. Yes. This wholly bizarre affair still had to be dealt with. She moved to climb out of her vehicle.
Carlisle offered a hand to help her up. Almost like she had forgotten, she accepted. Her memory lapsed on the vampires, the messenger bag, the anticipation of the truth. She allowed Carlisle to guide her out of the car with grace, shutting the door behind them.
He let her hand drop, his eyes stuck on her face, âHow are you this evening?â
Elise didn't know what to say. She had her share of the whimsical and terrifying in her life. The woman had walked hand in hand with the mythical and strange. To be frank, the witch thought anything new wouldnât have thrown her off.
This had.
And it probably wouldnât have, had Carlisle not been involved.
âOh brotherâŠâ she heard Edward mutter again, moving around her to get into the house, âHow about we all catch up away from the rain, huh?â
The blonde brother frowned, looking to where Edward was sulking off. He glanced at Elise, âWell. Heâs right. We donât want you getting pneumonia when you narrowly avoided it yesterday.â
Yesterday.
That fucker. He just confirmed it.
âYouâre a fool. Stay out of the rain.â
Oh my god.
He just confirmed it. Just barely. Maybe it had all been a touch distant before, but it had come out of his mouth. He looked her right in the face earlier- in the face! - and berated her about getting sick. How had she not seen it?
How did she miss the fact that the man in front of her wasâŠ
âYouâre a vampire. Youâre all vampires,â she found herself saying plainly.
He stared at her. She caught the movement of a raindrop rolling off of his eyelash, onto the mable of his cheek. The anticipation of the answer made the edges of her vision vignette itself.
âEliseâŠâ
âDoctor- Carlisle, donât lie to me right now. Itâs all right out in front of me,â she spoke, her speech growing faster, âI felt like I was going crazy. Like I was catching all of the signs and fucking ignoring it. If this is some sort of scam, or trick, end it now. I have other important things that would love my attention- obligations that you have also interrupted and caused.â
Oh God. Jacobâs face, and wolf form, flashed behind her eyes. The vampires in this area had caused this. His transformation and pain. All of her hard work to suppress it- undone. This family couldâve been the entire reason her last year of (moderate) spell work was now fucking wasted.
But she couldnât know until she knew. She needed him to answer.
âSay something!â she snapped, her chest growing tighter, âSay it! I wanna hear it, out loud!â
Carlisle stayed still. His eyes went through their thousand thoughts, mouth tightening for a moment.
He nodded, âYes, Elise. I am a vampire- we are vampires. Youâre rightâŠ. youâre right.â
Fuck.
She felt her knees go out, but she didnât feel herself hit the ground.
Renesmee, chatting to her friends at lunch: Yeah, my mom got married super young, straight out of high school, to a guy who was way too old for her. She got knocked up immediately. They kept the whole pregnancy a secret, she didnât leave the house the entire time she was showing. My dadâs family didnât even want to take her to the hospital to have the baby. My grandad, who was a doctor, was going to deliver me but she went into labour prematurely, like, way prematurely and they couldnât reach him so my dad ended up having to deliver me even though he had no experience. Anyway, she died in childbirth. She was only eighteen.
Bella, from the other side of the cafeteria:
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