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[Indie Hayes]

"INDIEHAYES!

The clouds dribbled and gurgled, sputtered and rumbled, much like a well trained bull mastiff with a tempting tip of sirloin steak held carelessly before its anxious drooling jaws. Rain fell to the ground in wet, fat bullets that splattered upon contact and created a fine mist over the entirety of all of Forks. The grass drooped, weighted down by the sheer weight of the droplets; the tree bark looked black rather than brown as the moisture seeped through the wood; the sky looked like that of the midnight hour rather than its noon counterpart, blotted out by a thick set of swirling black clouds lit up with the sporadic shock of lightning. Everything was, if not already, well on its way to being soaked thoroughly through. Not to be left out of the category of everything, a certain vampire of the short, brunette, vegetarian female variety wandered aimlessly through the thick- but not thick enough to prevent rain from slipping past- canopy of leaves, head tilted back slightly to catch the infrequent glimpse of white light followed shortly after by a rumble of thunder that rang low and pleasant in her ears. It reminded her of the growl begging to ring out from the back of her throat.

For once, she’d needed to get away from her mate or risk biting his head off. Literally. As interesting as it’d be to watch the regeneration process as skin knitted back together to reattach the two pieces, she knew that the tension formed between them would wear into a maddening silence that would last at least the next week. Considering they were basically attached at the hip and spent the majority of every single day together, it was a situation that she’d rather avoid than face. So CJ had been left to his own business, brooding over whatever their argument had been about- she’d let the steady drip-drop of the rain wash the words from her memory until it was difficult to even remember what day it was, let alone what the topic of discussion had been about an hour ago- while she wandered around in the woods, getting her clothes drenched until they stuck warmly to her icy pale skin.

Golden eyes blinked absently, whether to habitually rid her lashes of liquid or to refocus on her surroundings, she’d never really be sure. The same golden orbs shifted lazily, shifting first to the left and then to the right in a habitual scan to make sure that something wasn’t going to pop up out of the shadows and go boo, scaring her half to nonexistence. Scaring her half to death wasn’t really possible, seeing as how she was already dead and everything. For the first time since escaping out of the window of the apartment she now shared with someone, she inhaled. There wasn’t really a need to, so she hadn’t thought about it until now. The crisp scent of the rain hit her first, clean and strong and expected, followed by the other typical nature smells like faint traces of animals that had fled when they felt her predatorial aura approaching. But something else caught her attention, something she hadn’t been expecting; something strong, something faintly smoky (like right after you start building a campfire), and something distinctly vampire.

Indie titled her head in the direction that the smell was coming from, stripping away the pounding beat caused by the rain. Her lips quirked downwards in the slightest of frowns, and a slight sound of disapproval passed her lips. “Are you trying to play hide and seek?” she cooed, cocking her head as she attempted to zero in on exactly where the hell he was hiding. “Because I’m really not in the mood for games.”

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Posting with- Eddie-kins, for a change of pace, & open.
Listening to- “Rainy Monday” Shiny Toy Guns
Word Count- 626
Notes- I blame the song choice on the advertisement of the same name.

[Edward Cullen]

Edward was never sure how he ended up in the forest. If people for school knew they’d probably think he was homicidal maniac burying his victims after devouring them in the forest… ok maybe that was a tad of an exaggeration of Edwards part, but hey, when hadn’t the vampire ever over exaggerated before. It’s not like there’s a list or anything.

List of Edwards exaggerations:
1- Wanting to eat Bella the first time he saw her and running off to Alaska. Typical drama queen.
2- Saving Bella from the van. He’d had a face like a smacked arse for weeks after.
3- Emmett stapling Edward with the antique staple gun, whether he claimed he had nearly lost vision in one eye or not- this had been deemed not possible by Carlisle.
4- Emmett causing Edward to glue his foot to his head, whether to not Emmett had been in the room at the time of course it had been Emmett’s fault.
5- The time he fell over playing baseball and since both Jasper and Emmett were ahead of him, he deemed they were conspiring against him.
6- When watching Harry Potter one night and Emmett had attempted to “wing-guardium-leviosar” him with a twig, but had accidentally shoved it up his nose, causing a ruptured spleen. Though it had later argued how it was possible to rupture a spleen through your nose. Even Emmett had picked up this fact, and he wasn’t exactly the shiniest button in the box.

Well I think I’ve proved a point, and that is just the few cases, not mentioning anything to with Jacob Black. If I mentioned that I’m afraid the Wordcount wouldn’t be enough and frankly my poor hands would seize up from the amount of buttons having to be pressed into the keyboard. I’m not Jesus you know! ANYWAY back on track.

The rain cascading down around him though it landed on him, he didn’t really hear it. The distant growl of thunder echoed around Edwards’s ultra sensitive hearing. When lightning forked the sky, well to humans eyes it wouldn’t have forked but to his acute vampire impossibly perfect eyesight he saw the exact pinprick in the sky where the lightning rooted from. A small smile lit on his face, he should probably be with the family at this point, the only time he really got to see them now was this brief period in which Charlie was at home and Bella was cooking his dinner and other feminist hated activities that would probably have wonder women out burning her bra again, but anyway. Yes. But here he found himself just wandering around the woods, not hunting, not even running. Just walking at a human pace, to Edward it felt like he wasn’t even moving. He liked this brief moment in time to think, just to think. To clear his head of all the silly, useless garbage that worried him, and trust me… that list would almost be as long as the exaggeration. Ok maybe that’s an exaggeration *adds to list* but it was pretty damn long, and each entry would have the name “Bella” somewhere or other. These thoughts were all running through his mind still when his nostrils flared. Indie. Bella’s favourite lopsided grin appeared on his features, there was nothing better than tormenting this little vampire. Listening to her sarcastic remarks to his approach he chuckled.
“Top performance still I see Hayes,” he sat down on the grass next to her. “So what brings you out here, where’s my favourite Spanish class buddy? Left him handcuffed to the bed post I presume?”

tags: indie-open-
wordcount: 605
notes: *pets muse* well that was a wrestling match. i tell you now (:
further notes: GOD DAMMIT! * hits head* thats probably a sign i should sleep

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[Indie Hayes]

"INDIEHAYES!

One second, she was all by her lonesome in the little scrap of forest where the trees were thin enough for at least six people to stand side by side without having to worry about being squeezed between trees (unless, of course, the people were insanely obese) and the next she wasn’t. Indie blinked once; a slow, lazy action not meant to actually replenish the moisture in her eyes (heaven only knew there was plenty of moisture around!) but rather to show her confusion as to how the “youngest” of the Cullen boys could just materialize out of nowhere to seat himself beside her on the damp grass. She tucked her chin into the crook created where her shoulder met her neck in order to properly see him- a pleasant change from having to tilt her entire head back- quirking a brow in question when her last name arose rather than her first. They were on a last name basis, eh? The first thought that sprang to her mind was: “Since when did I become Newton?”

[/i], followed by: “Does this mean the next item on the menu is going to be Baked Indiana instead of Baked Alaska?”[/i] She exhaled slowly, allowing herself the simple luxury of breathing now that she was far enough away from areas she and CJ frequented, well, frequently, that she wouldn’t catch his scent and remind herself that she was mad. “I’m not sure I know what you mean, Edward.” She stressed his name, hinting at the fact that she had no idea what prompted the sound of her last name falling from his lips.

The two questions that blurred into one without an adequate pause for her to answer caught her off guard, as the brunette had opened her mouth after the word “here” only to be cut off by another serious of questions. She felt oddly like a detainee undergoing interrogation by the bad cop who wasn’t in the mood to let her get a word out. It wasn’t a feeling that she liked, especially not when her metaphoric feathers were ruffled. After a significant pause after his last word- a simple double check to make sure he wasn’t going to ask another question- she went about answering. “In order, CJ pissed me off enough that I left the apartment for risk of causing him bodily harm that I’m sure you- being of the same gender and possessing the same anatomical parts- can sympathize with, how would I know where Emmett is, and why would I have Em handcuffed to a bed post? I’m sure Rosalie would have something to say to me about that.” Despite her current bad mood, the left side of her lips twitched up into a pleased grin. He read minds, for crying out loud! He should have seen that one coming.

She remained standing, shifting her weight to the foot further away from Edward as to lean away and give him his personal space. Despite contrary belief, she actually liked being taller than people, and seeing as how the opportunity didn’t come along very often, she grasped the chance when it presented itself. Tilting her head back so the rain could trickle down her jaw, her collarbone, Indie felt no need to ask about why he was out here rather than fawning and fretting over his precious darling Bella; it was common knowledge that the police chief got off about now, and he probably didn’t want to be there when Chief Swan arrived home. “Are you enjoying listening in on the confines of my mind?” she pressed finally, letting her eyes slip closed and tucking straggling locks of sodden bangs behind her ear. “Siege would have done something inappropriate by now,” she realized.

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Posting with- Edward
Listening to-“I Think I Love You” Kaci
Word Count- 623
Notes- Oemgee! My muse has been stirred! [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Edward Cullen]

Edward waited watching the delicate vampire. The rain still fell like a ton of bricks, Edward being sat in a pile of wet grass got splashed by the mud when the rain drops grew larger and connected with the puddles of the forest floor. Whether Indie liked it or not he couldn’t help the fact he was exposed to every thought in her mind. It was bad enough with Rosalie and Emmett, infact he now tried to avoid CJ’s mind just as much- ever since the sexual drought he had claimed they suffered in that first Spanish lesson, CJ at every opportunity liked to remind Edward infact how wrong her was.
It even got to the stage where she was thinking so many things that he wasn’t sure which was mentally spoken or which was physically spoken, only when she said his name he was brought back to reality for her final sentiments.
“Firstly i am neither sure why Emmett would be handcuffed to your bed, I am sure both CJ and Rosalie would have a great deal to say about that… though Emmett did always have a thing for pink fluffy hand cuffs… oh no I mean… oh that sounded wrong, no when we play with the staple gun, someone always ends up being handcuffed to one of Esme’s antiques and breaking it. It was just Emmett owned a pair of pink ones…” he glanced upwards a smirk on his face at the thought of when Jasper had infact been handcuffed to the yellow Porsche of Alice’s and they’d drove it around a bit. Late at night of course. No chance of Charlie paroling he was always snoring at that time of day.
A wicked grin appeared on his face at the next statement, he had the perfect comeback.
“Ah, yes I can appreciate why those erm… male parts of his may be needed in the future…since they aren’t put to any use now” Though this was contradicted by what CJ liked to show Edward at any opportunity. Edward gathered himself and raised to his feet, being at his full height he had to lean forward to be able to whisper in her ear. It was the same with Bella, why were females always so short! He was sure he was on the verge of being given a hump back by all the leaning her had to do. He was so close that his lips were practically on her ear, her hair tickled his face. He whispered the next statement in his most seductive voice, the one that sent Bella’s heart racing and apparently dazzled her. “Especially where Stacy is concerned. I’m sure she wouldn’t appreciate you damaging her mans anatomy. They’re going to make beautiful children in the future,”

[/b] Edward shifted a further foot away, as he was certain that this comment would probably cause him to lose his male parts. He flinched at the very thought. Vampire or human, he was positive that infact this would not be painless. Not that moving just a foot away would do the vampire any good, the female could simply leap across and rip him limb from limb. Edward tried to zone out what her mind was thinking as he was sure that the comment would probably receive him a backlash of fury that would throw him out of the woods and impale his own male gentiles on a church spire somewhere. “You should hear the thoughts, she’s already got the children named, the house ready, even down to a plan of getting rid of you… oh and you really don’t want to know what she imagines her and CJ doing... talking of pink fluffy hand cuffs…” he flashed her another evil grin. “But hey, don’t worry you’ll always have Newton, he’s always interested in that naval piercing,”

tag: Indie Open
Wordcount: 641
Notes: my muse is feeling strange today… almost… what’s the term… sadistic would probably be a bit harsh, but its enjoying tormenting people.
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[Indie Hayes]

"INDIEHAYES!

The memory of his breath tracing the curve of her ear sent invisible frosty fingers on their way to trail up and down the ridges of her spine, sinking straight past her skin and hitting the nerve endings and the bone and turning them to ice. She shivered involuntarily, her eyes snapping open as her gaze swung to narrow on him where he stood a foot away from her, continuing to taunt after… after… after acting like he was her mate and not just her friend. Teasing and tormenting and mentioning the stupid blonde tramp were not aiding him if he intended to gain rank in her buddy list, and they certainly weren’t helping improve her sour mood.

Oh, but he just wouldn’t let it drop. He just kept babbling on about Stacey’s plans to rid the world of her, to steal CJ, to have two point five kids whose names had already been selected, and live in a house that probably already had the furniture waiting in an HH Gregg somewhere on backorder. Indie briefly mulled over Edward’s sense of self-preservation (or lack thereof), and it flitted through her mind that maybe he didn’t care if she mauled him into nonexistence. Her rage was certainly fuming enough to ignite the fire needed to burn the bits and pieces he’d be in, oh, three minutes. “You should really stop talking now.” she suggested, her voice dangerously soft. The promise that she’d follow through on her threat lurked in that gentle tone, just daring him to keep talking about everything he’d heard thanks to his gift that she was blissfully ignorant of.

Nope; he made up her mind for her about the self-preservation thing when he kept talking despite her warning not to. The female vampire’s eyes narrowed more than they previously had been until only a slit of liquid butterscotch- darkening with every word that fell from his fucking grinning mouth that caused her anger to peak- peeked between wet black lashes. She struggled to keep her mind delightfully blank, a dull void that he’d be unable to pull anything from even if he dug into the deepest crevasses. He’d triggered her autopilot switch, the primal instinct to not think but to just do that instilled itself in all vampires the second the venom made contact with their blood but dissipated after that first year when they learned how to control it. No thoughts whirled behind her eyes, only raw emotions that pushed and pulled and urged her to leap forward and wrap her hands around his throat, to squeeze until it just twisted off like play dough worn thin with friction.

The brunette rocked forward onto the balls of her feet, thankful that she saw no practical use in heels and that she’d worn the same suede boots she’d met CJ in all those years ago. Three words generated the sudden flair in her mind, the one that made her vision go red with rage. They weren’t even strung right next to each other, but they were enough to rip a growl from her throat. “Newton… naval piercing.” Without thinking, Indie flung herself toward the older vampire, intent on pinning him down so she could strangle the shit out of him. It didn’t even occur to her that by doing this, she’d probably land both of them in a compromising position while they were technically in a public place where anyone could see. “For the love of God, Edward! Drop my naval piercing before I stab it into your genitals and tell everyone that Edward fucking Cullen has his balls pierced and I know it because he cheated on his precious Bella.” she growled, leaning her face close to his so he got the full effect of her bared teeth. “And before you even point out that this would mean informing everyone that I cheated on CJ, I think the fact that I’m threatening to stab you where I am should indicate just how much I really don’t care.”

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Posting with- Edward
Listening to- TV, my mom rambling on the phone, & “Vindicated” Dashboard Confessional
Word Count- 670
Notes- Edward fans wouldn't be happy with me if I let Indie go through with that... And now I’m off to clean my kitchen.

[Edward Cullen]

Edward chuckled how he felt her shiver underneath him when he had used his most seductive voice, and tickled her neck with his breath. It was amusing to watch the small vampire rather flustered, she usually sat there with a face of unbreakable steal- letting nothing faze her.
He watched her eyes grow darker and darker, from a liquid gold till they were steal black. Watching her jaw set as he kept talking. He wondered how much it would actually take for her to flip, to lose it and attempt to rip his no longer pumping jugular vein out of his neck. He could practically see the adrenaline pumping under her skin.
“Why is something I’m saying bothering you Indie-kins?” he murmered in that same seductive tone.
It was at times like this he enjoyed being able to read minds, each thought that flittered through her mind, about the HH Gregg’s van, even to the ripping him to pieces and burning him in three minutes. His smile widened “I’d say two minutes actually, not three. You’d be working slow if it took you that long,” He was exposed to the images that she was dreaming up, lunging for his throat, he could feel the venom in her mouth through the mind. He kept right where he was when she rocked forward onto the balls of her feet, infact he looked around acting bored, as if they were merely in the center of a boring conversation that he was trying to daydream his way out of. Not the normal behaviour for when a predator is dreaming of tearing you limb from limb. He turned back to look at her when a growl ripped from her throat, I think it was the Newton navel piercing comment that caused it. She was ultra sensitive about it, especially Newton. Double Newton along with a navel piercing add a dash of CJ being with someone else and Edward had created the most perfect destruction recipe designed for Indie in existence. He saw a look fall on her face he’d never seen before, her whole face hardened, even the temperature and pressure in the air around them seemed to drop-it was as if all the oxygen had been sucked out and all that was left was nitrogen. Add a catalyst to that mixture, and boom. The Newton comment had been the match. Well done Edward, adding a flame to nitrogen. Smartest idea ever.
If he’d actually been paying more attention to what was going on around him, and not acting bored and basically been chauvinistic the maybe he wouldn’t at this point be pinned under the small vampire who was growling threats in his ear. His mind played back the scene which had just happened, she had lunged at him, teeth barred and pinned him down. Edward heard a brief sound behind him, it sounded like footprints but he wasn’t sure, he was to focus on wrestling the vampire on top of him. He rolled over so he was straddling her, holding both of her arms to the ground. “You see Indie-kins I don’t think you actually want to puncture my genitals. That wouldn’t be the most friendly action would it,” he barred his teeth at her next statement, totally forgetting the previous sound of footsteps behind them. “Are you…” that’s when he heard it, the voice. He looked up and froze, seeing only the retreating figure he knew so well. It then occurred to him, he had just been very lucky not to lose his throat to the retreating male vampire.

Tag: Indie open.
Wordcount: 600
Notes: I think Edward just blew it. Stupid vampire.

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[Christopher James]

CJ sat in the apartment all alone, the adrenaline that had been pulsing through his veins during the argument with Indie had long gone, the feeling that he need to impound the brand new door through the wall and into Mrs Keyren (aka the crazy lady with the thousands of cats) had long disappeared. He only felt sad, and pissed off at himself. This argument had been pathetic. CJ had let his own insecurities cause another argument, the insecurities where Indie would find another man apart from him. In this case it had been Edward Cullen. CJ couldn’t lie there was no way he could compete with the vampire he had it all, the looks, the money, the family, he even had the human girlfriend if he ever felt in need of a snack. It wasn’t the first argument that the two vampires had had regarding other people, Stacey’s name had also been mentioned a few times in this argument which had resulted in CJ breaking the wardrobe. Sitting on the leather couch with his head in his hands he cursed himself for being immature and worrying about her affections. He knew that she loved him, and only him. He shouldn’t allow his worries to affect the relationship.
That last thought made up his mind; he glanced out the window and in the distance saw the woods. That is where she’d be, cooling down most likely. The rain fell heavily, if it wasn’t sure his acute eyesight he wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to make out the woods in the distances. Walking to the front door he shoved his trainers on bare feet, not even bothering to grab a jacket, simply going out wearing a pair of loose grey tracksuit bottoms and a white v neck t-shirt. The rain hit him like hailstones the droplets were that big, yet obviously he didn’t really feel them. If he could survive being ripped to pieces and still healing if not burned, a few measly rain drops weren’t to hurt him. They simply annoyed him a bit, waterproof wax or not, it still made his hair wet.
Once meeting the edge of the forest he picked up a run, relying heavily on his mates scent. Though the scent of the rain for most vampires would mask the smell CJ was so used to Indie’s scent he could probably track her from hundreds of miles away. Well exaggeration but you get the jist. The tree’s seemed to lean and creak out of his path not wanting to be destroyed. CJ was planning everything he was going to say to her, he was going to apologize for being stupid, wrap her in a big hug and take her home and just look after her for the night. Dry her off, wrap her in a blanket and snuggle up with her. Though she wouldn’t need warming up it was just the sentiment that counts, right?
CJ was practically upon Indie at this point, when he caught another recognized scent. Edward. He froze for a moment, raising an eyebrow critically. He walked cautiously forward until he could make out the two vampires. At that point it felt as if CJ’s already still heart was about to shatter, shatter into millions of pieces. Indie was there on top of him in a very compromising position. The thing is you’d expect CJ to get angry, infact CJ was getting angry until the next thing happened. He’d taken a step forward to go rip Edward limb from limb as he was straddling Indie when her voice drifted over, only the last part of her words caught his ear. “would mean informing everyone that I cheated on CJ… I really don’t care.”

[/b] those words sent his mind tumbling. Words cannot describe the turmoil what CJ was going through. A low sound somewhere between a pained moan and a growl erupted from him startling both vampires. Infact it startled CJ a bit. That noise conveyed everything, CJ was hurt, hurt more than anything physical could ever do to him. He looked straight at the female vampire and managed to choke out “You actually just said you don’t care that your…” another of those pained sounds ripped from his chest. With that he turned, he didn’t know where he was going, he didn’t know what he doing, infact he wouldn’t care at this point if he was ripped limb from limb. It was at that point he had a flash back to a story Indie had told him regarding Bella and Edward. The two vampires he’d left behind him, the one who his heart belonged to would hear this last sentiment. Even if they didn’t hear it, Edward would hear it. Of course Edward would. Edward was perfect. “Italy…” he choked out, he knew he couldn’t cry but the rain drops on his own face felt as if he were.

Wordcount: 805
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[Indie Hayes]

"INDIEHAYES!

There were many things about the scenario playing before her helpless self (helpless in the sense that she couldn’t control the way they unfolded) that should have troubled her more than they were. Edward’s weight concentrated on her hips and arms as he pinned her to the ground, for one thing, should have bothered her. For some strange reason, it didn’t. The water drenching her through on both sides, slipping carefully past Edward to splatter on her from the front and seeping through her clothes from the back, should have irritated her because it meant that she was going to have to change when she finally hauled herself back to the apartment. She decided that she could use a shower and her clothes could stand a run through the washer. His teeth, bared and close to her face, should have made her worried about the amount of damage he could do to the relatively soft skin of her exposed neck. That thought never even crossed her mind.

The strangled moan, pain filled and brimming with emotion that sounded behind her in an all too familiar voice? That bothered her. No, it worse than bothered her; it tore her up inside. It clawed at her insides until nothing remained but ribbons, and she turned her head to the side because she suddenly felt like one of her vital organs was going to emerge in a glorious display of bloody vomit. Why- why, dammit!?- couldn’t the eyes that she felt raking over the scene see just how sick she was? How wrong he was? How stupid he was for jumping to conclusions all because he heard something horribly out of context? CJ kindly eliminated the need for her to turn around and see if it was really him by piping up, repeating her betrayal- unfinished- in question form. Her eyes slipped closed, a thread of swears stringing themselves together in her mind as she heard another of those heart wrenching sounds escape her mate’s mouth.

Oh, why did Edward have to show up now, of all times? If this had happened any other day, CJ would have at least had enough of a mind to think before jumping to a conclusion, no matter how much the evidence pointed toward his fears. But no, this had to happen on the day that they’d had a big argument about loyalties and who’d be better off with who that involved the breaking of a good deal of furniture. Had her hands been free, Indie would have knotted her fingers in the roots of hair, digging her nails into her scalp. Sadly, CJ’s suggestion of her hidden affections held her wrists captive, preventing this action from taking place.

As her mate turned, life shot back into her veins like a shot of whiskey- hot and fiery and jolting her back into action. Indie squirmed out of Edward’s grasp, mumbling inconsistent “Let me go already!”s and “This is all your fault!”s. She’d regained her footing in time to hear one final utterance that stopped her cold for a second. “Italy,” “Siege,” she sobbed, digging her heels into the wet ground and taking off after him as fast as her feet would carry her. For a change, everything blurred; her vision tunneled. It seemed to take too long to catch up to CJ; they were almost out of the woods by the time that she did. She caught his wrist, skidding around him and stumbling in the process. It was probably the first ungraceful thing she’d done in eighteen years.

“Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, hey.” she said, swallowing once to send the sobs blocking her windpipe down to twist in the pit of her stomach. “That was totally out of context. Yes, I did say that it would mean admitting that I was cheating on you, but what you didn’t hear was that before that I’d said if he didn’t shut up I’d take my bally ring and stab it through his genitals and tell everyone that he had his balls pierced and I only know because he was cheating on Bella.” She held her breath, not having taken an adequate pause once during the explanation. Words bubbled to her lips, fighting to be heard but none of them sounding right in her mind. The urge to explain about Stacey’s already planned life. The boiling hatred for Newton and the Cullen boys’ fascination with her belly ring. She looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes, searching his features as her grip slid from his wrist to twine with his fingers. “This is your problem,” she mumbled, shifting nervously from one foot to another. She couldn’t tell if he believed her or not, and that worried her as much as the thought of him going to the Volturi. “You really think I’d cheat on you? I’ve been with you for eighteen years! That’s more than most humans stay together, and I intend to stick around until you’re sick of me.”

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Posting with- Edward & CJ
Listening to- my itunes account on shuffle.
Word Count- 832
Notes- If CJ goes to Italy, I quit. Or I'm sending Edward as a trade.

[Edward Cullen]

Edward for once in his life didn’t know what to do; the noise that erupted from CJ. It was… it was like seeing himself in a mirror when Rosalie told him that Bella had died. At that exact moment in time all Edward wanted to do was curl up In a ball and die, inflicting pain that was so visible on someone, was practically torture. The thoughts that ran through CJ’s head were like an animal that had been caught in a trap and the trap was gradually cutting off his limb causing him to die slowly. When CJ finally spoke but was choked off by his own sob, Edwards eyes closed, he needed to fix this.
“CJ mate, listen its not…” he was cut off by CJ departing. He felt the tension running through the small vampire underneath him, let alone the pain in her head, it was breaking her up inside. Edward was feeling the pain she was experiencing first hand, she felt as though she was going to vomit up her insides, and she blamed him. It was his fault. Of course it was his fault.
Edward prepared rolled off Indie quickly and was about to head off after CJ with her when the next utterance he heard turned him to stone. “Italy”. Everything around him seemed to freeze, the tree’s stopped swaying, even the rain seemed to freeze for that moment, all that was heard was the following of a rumble of defiant thunder. It was those words that brought everything back to reality, if Edward had caught Bella with Jacob, no matter whether it was innocent or not. He couldn’t quite believe he’d caused his. The small vampire had also frozen underneath him, everything seemed to come back to life. “Seige” the sound of hearing a female so in pain, it reminded him of the tone that Bella had used the night… the night he had left. This mirrored the previous story except this time it was also his fault.
Edward moved off Indie as she tour after CJ, hearing the sobs in her head, hearing the panic, hearing his utter grief. He rolled over, his hand moved up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You fucking idiot Edward Cullen,”

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[Christopher James]

CJ ran, he ran faster than he had ever done before. The tree’s whirled past him at record pace, the thunder crashed overhead; the lightning flashed luminously lighting up the dark forest path. CJ paid no attention to these details, all he could focus on was the scene he had just witnessed. The raking sobs shaking his body as his ran, the sound that was forcing its way from his lungs that he couldn’t stop, wouldn’t want to stop. He’d never felt so much pain. He wanted it to end. He wanted to feel the pain ease, the image he had just witnessed leave his head.
HE WANTED IT ALL TO JUST GO AWAY. but when you want something to go away... it never does.
Then he heard it, her strangled sob of his name. The sound sent shockwaves through his body, from the roots of his hair to the tip of his toes only causing his body to shake harder and the pained noises to become more frequent. He didn’t want to... he couldn’t… He could hear her behind him, yet all he could see was him. Him on top of her. Maybe they were like he and she had been, cuddling together, proclaiming their love, planning a life. This thought only caused more racking sobs to hurtled through his body, they were so hard this time that he had to stop, if he didn’t he was sure he’d end up running into a tree- or just plain falling over.
All the plans of him cuddling down with her, snuggling up, apologising for being a typical protective male, Everything was wrong. She was probably wanting him now. Bella had most likely just been a toy to him, something to tide the time over until he found something better. Indie. His Indie. The love of his life. The love of his existence. His Indie...

That’s when she caught him, he closed his eyes, tight as they could go. He wanted this all to be a bad dream. It couldn’t possibly be real. It couldn’t. He may not be able to sleep, but maybe this was some sick vampire hallucination. Maybe had eaten a bad deer. She gripped his wrist, he visibly flinched away from her touch- it became painful, the thought of her hands tracing his muscles, her naked flesh pressed against his own, all the painful memories that he was now reliving but with Edward Cullen in his place.

He collapsed down onto the root covered path. He felt as though it wasn’t him, like he was looking down on this figure. This identical twin of his, who was sat on the forest floor shaking and errupting with pain filled snarls, Indie looking wide eyed and frightened. He could hear her talking, something about it being out of context. He could hear the pain in her voice, and for some reason after everything he just wanted to wrap his arms around her and make it all go away. He raised his eyes, avoiding looking at her and looked up into the heavens. The rain them dripped down his face made it resemble tears dripping down his face. “ I will never get sick of you…” he managed out these words before his throat tightened again cutting off his once used airwaves, and blocking his voice box. The heavens crashed omniously above his head, the lightning becoming more vicious each second, if they had been human he'd had been worried for her safety.He brought his eyes finally down to meet hers, they seemed golder than ever, the whites had even gone a bit red as if he had really been crying “Your getting sick of me,” He whispered. He dropped his hands down on the mud beside where he was sat cross legged and dipped his head, no longer wanting to meet her eyes. He wanted nothing else but to simply hold her in his arms, but he didn't know other than that how he felt. He just kept seeing Indie straddling Edward, her face lowered to his, those words replaying in his head. He felt so many emotions he didn't know existed. Part of him wanted to rip Edward limb from limb, the other part of him wanted Indie to understand the pain that he was experiencing- yet even now he couldn't do that to her. He was unsure what he believe, Edward Cullen was every girls dream, the cars, the looks, the money, the family, the status. CJ... CJ was nothing. What startled him even more was the fact of how badly this had effected him, he knew he loved her, loved her implicity but, it was at this moment he realised something. She was his salvation, he loved her more than anything in the world, he would die for her. She was simply the reason he met this fate. It was so much more intense that the words "in love with" could describe. Some innate ability that was there, some forged bond that he would always feel. In this moment the bond was tearing up his insides, making him want to vomit profusely. He wanted the pain to simply go away, the sounds that were still breaking free of his body, the incredible shaking. He just wanted it to go away.

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Notes: CJ wouldn’t even know how to buy a plane ticket

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[Indie Hayes]

"INDIEHAYES!

“You’re getting sick of me,” Those five words sunk below her skin, deep into the boundaries of her mind where they quickly buried themselves below her common sense and level headedness before exploding like a mine triggered by some helpless animal. As she stared down at CJ, slack jawed with wide, disbelieving tawny eyes flickering back over his features at such a rapid speed that they must have appeared to be twitching within her eye sockets, Indie felt like that helpless animal that her mind’s twisted sense of humor kept picturing getting blown to smithereens. She felt like paper being torn and transformed into confetti, all bright colors and normal at first glance until realization hit the keen observer that she’d just been torn to pieces only to be thrown in the air where she’d float to the ground and proceed to be stomped upon. Shoes already trampled over her stilled heart, squishing it and deflating it and killing it while it still resided between the protective cage of her ribs.

She opened and closed her mouth numerous times, attempting to say something- anything- but finding that the broken and bloody pieces of her heart had been shoved up into her throat, stealing the ability to speak away from her. God, she felt like she needed to throw up. Her instinct told her to cover her mouth or grip her stomach or do something to try and prevent it. The rational part of her mind reminded her that she didn’t have a working stomach and therefore couldn’t throw up. She needed to; she needed to throw up so badly just so she could wash away the acidic taste that coated her tongue and churned her stomach into knots and set little raging monsters to work tearing up her insides with claws that would make Wolverine jealous.

So instead she sank down, carefully settling herself onto his lap like she’d done not-so-carefully so many times before. Her hand reached for him without her permission. It stopped, hovering in the air just an inch away from stroking the rain turned tears from his cheeks, instead dropping to cup his chin in her palm, turning his face towards her none too gently. There was no way she could make him look at her; she’d settle for being able to see his eyes, though. “Hey,” she said, not bothering to hide the harshness in her voice. Anger stewed within her, begging to be released in full force on him and Cullen and their stupidity as it was already working against her, pounding a fist into her head and telling her it was all her fault no matter how much she wanted to blame it on Edward’s surge of playfulness or CJ’s shitty timing. “You know that’s not true.” Her hand slid up to caress his cheek, the other leaving her lap to do the same to the opposite side of his face. A battle raged within her- the anger begging to dig nails into his soft skin, to get rough and violent and express every emotion tormenting her brain with their combined chaotic whirlwind while common sense told her that he needed her right now; needed her to be soft and comforting and forget that she was hurting at the fact that he could even accuse her of such a horrible crime.

She realized that she was shaking. She was trembling violently like the last leaf attempting to stay on a tree’s branch while the autumn wind worked madly to achieve its goals of deleafing the tree. “You know that’s not true!” Indie repeated furiously, flexing her fingers in irritation. Anger was starting to win the battle, overcoming her dwindling rationale. “You know that I could never get sick of you; never in a million years. I couldn’t live without having you tower over me, being a cocky bastard one minute and then acting all helpless and timid like a wild animal ready to flee if I fuck up once. I need your screw ups, your doubting yourself, your sarcasm, your thoughtfulness, your obsessed mind that’s always worrying about me me me and never yourself. I need you, dammit!” A sob tore through her, shattering the last of the strong façade she’d been trying to uphold. Her hands slipped from his face as she pressed herself against him, hugging him so tightly two her that she could feel the sobs that still racked through him. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to drown out everything but him the. The rain, the wetness, the ominous sky, the faint sound of footsteps that she would swear she heard approaching from the way she’d come; everything. “Why can’t you just see that?” she breathed, burrowing her face into his neck.

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Posting with- Edward & CJ
Listening to- “White Balloons” Sick Puppies.
Word Count- 793
Notes- For some reason this song reminds me of this thread. Seriously, listen to it.
Other- I'M SORRY I DISAPPEARED! THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS HAS EATEN MY CREATIVITY. until, like, an hour ago when I sat down and was like "I'm gonna do this post if it's the last thing I do" that is

[Christopher James]

CJ looked at his mate, not that he meant to. It was just like the first day they met, he hadn’t really meant to look at her, it had just happened. His love, his reason for being, who was currently stood in front of his crumpled form on the forest floor. The first thing that occurred to him was that he’d never seen Indie like this. He’d never seen this reaction before, and he thought he’d seen every reaction going from her. The pain in her eyes, the shock on her features tore at his insides, ripping them to pieces and further stomping them to dust. He squeezed his eyes tight closed, seeing her hurting- hurt more than anything else in the world. She WAS his world. IS his world… Always will be his world.
When she lowered herself down onto his lap, everything felt so right- but somehow it was so wrong. CJ’s natural instinct would be to wrap his arms around her, hold her tight and make everything better. But he couldn’t- his mind had finally slowed down, infact it stopped. Instead of over processing everything, it had simply stopped. You know when you’re in the middle of something really important on the computer; you forget to save it, then BAM it crashes. Well yes. That’s what CJ’s brain just did. When her hand hovered inches from his face, where she’d be moving to touch him- his heart, well still heart, had felt like it had accelerated. He imagined if he was still alive it would have sounded like a humming bird in overdrive. Both her hands cupped his face, trying to get him to meet her eyes. He tightened them, wanting to block everything out. Well until he felt her shake, that made him want to cry even more. The fact she was upset, he was messed up.
He heard her talking, proclaiming how much she needed him, loved him, and wanted him. CJ didn’t hear the words as such; he heard her voice lose composure, with each sentence she said until a sob tore through her throat. That sound caused CJ’s insides to literally compact, he flung his arms around her, burying her close into his chest. His strong arms wrapped around her small frame, protecting her from everything, one of his hands stroked her hair- soothing shushes being echoed to calm her down.
“Of course I worry about you more than I do myself…” he buried his face into her dark hair. “I love you,” he whispered. Rocking her gently back and forward, his hand continued to stroke her damp hair, holding her close.
“You should know this by now Indie, no matter what happens, no matter who happens, you’ll always be more important to me than my own life,” His raised his hand and found her chin, raising her face upwards to meet her eyes. Lowering his lips so close to hers he should have been able to feel her breath-well if she was human that is. His lips hovered millimeters away from her own, when he heard it, and smelt it. A snarl ripped through his chest, infact it startled CJ slightly, not that he paused to notice. Something inside of CJ snapped, it was like exposing a bull to red cape, well if you follow the theory that bulls can infact distinguish between colours, and are not just fucked off at having some prick in a pansy outfit prancing around waving a cloth in front of them. CJ wasn’t quite sure what happened in the next split second, all he knew was that Indie was placed on the floor beside him and he was stood up starling at the person standing a stones throw away. Edward Cullen. By this time CJ’s contact lenses had dissolved due to the venom, if it was possible- though he’d been on a strict vegetarian regime- his eyes seemed more crimson than ever. Before anyone had even had chance to react to CJ’s shock display of fury, he had lunged forward, smashing his body weight into the male vampire knocking them both into the sky high pine tree. The sound crashed louder than the thunder, louder than a bomb going off, the sound of two vampires connecting with a solid object that had been standing for probably hundreds of years. The tree flung backwards away from them, uprooting, somehow the tree dragged them both along with it. That was the problem with roots and what not; they clung to you and fuck up your plans. CJ didn’t want to think what the scene would have looked like for his mate who was sat there. Whether or not they were human or vampire, it would be quite worrying to watch the scene. Still clutching the other vampire they landed on the ground thirty feet away from the uprooted tree. Snarling in fury CJ forced Edward onto the ground. His teeth flashing dangerously near the vampire.
“You listen to me now Edward Cullen, I didn’t have a problem with you, and from now on I won’t have a problem with you BUT if I ever catch you straddling or touching my girlfriend again, all Bella will find is your charred ashes and maybe a finger, am I making myself clear?”

wordcount: 890
listening to: Chris Trousdale ft Anna Sundstrand: if only *listen to it its totally cj and indies song!*
feeling: tired.
Notes: Sorry for taking so long, full time work destroyed my muse. But im alive for the weekend (L)

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[Edward Cullen]

Edward if he was going to be perfectly honest with himself had fucked up. Majorly fucked up. He loved Bella, he would always love Bella. But what the hell had happened back there with Indie? What was he playing at? Edward himself didn’t know. He was as bad as any of those high school jerks messing girls around.
The words Italy had put everything into perspective for Edward. It reminded him of how he had felt when Bella had… well everyone knows the story by now. If you don’t know the story you must be buried in a hole somewhere south of Forks.
For that reason he decided that he needed to follow the two vampires, what if Indie couldn’t stop him? He knew that CJ wouldn’t hurt her, but what if he did actually go to Italy- Indie would never forgive him. Infact he wasn’t sure that he would forgive himself.
After putting off as much as possible, he decided that he couldn’t risk leaving it any longer. Hearing the sob tearing through not only CJ but now Indie, made Edward want to turn around and leave them, especially when he saw the vampire settled in his lap.
CJ saw and heard him before Indie did, infact he’d never seen that look on CJ’s face before. It was… well if Edward was honest, quite worrying. Before he could even blink CJ was lunging towards him, he felt his back crash back into the tree. A snarl of fury erupted from him matching CJ’s, when he was suddenly flung backwards by the uprooted tree. He would have to be sure to tell Emmett of that one, he would be most impressed-another radioactive beaver excuse needed for the forest rangers most likely.
Landing heavily on his back, Edward didn’t take nicely to being flung onto the floor. Wrestling underneath CJ snarls echoed into the forest. He wasn’t quite sure where Indie was since the tree was now separating them.
“Get off me, I told you it wasn’t like that,” Edward snarled. Edward had his own little lapse of self control when anything involving hurting Bella. Whether it be physically or emotionally was involved. Hearing a brief shift in the surrounding around him, he assumed Indie was there, he wasn’t certain. He was to angry to notice anything else, maybe it was anger at CJ treating him like a rag doll, it was probably anger at himself for doing what he did.
“And if you did that there wouldn’t even be a finger left for Indie to find,” that’s when Edward predatorial instincts kicked in, he’d been held down to long, his fight or flight mechanism kicked in. He lunged forward slightly and sunk his teeth into CJ’s neck.

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