Post by Edward Cullen on Jan 23, 2009 20:24:03 GMT -8
Edward crept down the darknened, shadowy hallway. He kept unusually quiet; Rosalie had intense hearing when she was being a little psycho.
He approached the closed door. He pressed a cool ear to the wood, and heard nothing. So, Rosalie's not here. I'm free to do whatever I please for revenge. he chuckled to himself.
The door creaked a little as he opened it slowly. He crept in quickly and shut the door behind him.
He stopped for a moment. He hadn't really thought of a prank to pull. But suddenly an idea hit him.
Edward reached over to the nightstand, where a brush of her's lay. Beside it was a bottle of bloodred nail polish. He unscrewed the lid, and held it upside down over the brush. Once it was empty, he screwed the lid back on and placed it back where it was originally.
Next, he opened the window wide. He bounded over to her closet, and grabbed the most-loved things of Rosalie's: that one bikini, a pair of stillettos, the black dress she wore a few years ago to Prom, and a bunch of other things. He threw the armfull of belongings out the window ina big heap; they all fluttered to the ground.
Nearly satisfied, he walked over to the large mirror she had hanging on the wall above her nightstand. He extended a finger, equipped with a sharp finger nail, and drew it across the mirror. He drew crosshatches, curly lines and jagged strikes across the entire thing, leaving it unable to reflect but only tiny little reflections.
He laughed, then crept out of the room silently.
He approached the closed door. He pressed a cool ear to the wood, and heard nothing. So, Rosalie's not here. I'm free to do whatever I please for revenge. he chuckled to himself.
The door creaked a little as he opened it slowly. He crept in quickly and shut the door behind him.
He stopped for a moment. He hadn't really thought of a prank to pull. But suddenly an idea hit him.
Edward reached over to the nightstand, where a brush of her's lay. Beside it was a bottle of bloodred nail polish. He unscrewed the lid, and held it upside down over the brush. Once it was empty, he screwed the lid back on and placed it back where it was originally.
Next, he opened the window wide. He bounded over to her closet, and grabbed the most-loved things of Rosalie's: that one bikini, a pair of stillettos, the black dress she wore a few years ago to Prom, and a bunch of other things. He threw the armfull of belongings out the window ina big heap; they all fluttered to the ground.
Nearly satisfied, he walked over to the large mirror she had hanging on the wall above her nightstand. He extended a finger, equipped with a sharp finger nail, and drew it across the mirror. He drew crosshatches, curly lines and jagged strikes across the entire thing, leaving it unable to reflect but only tiny little reflections.
He laughed, then crept out of the room silently.
-my bella-