WRITING ECLIPSE: After The Party

Dr. Carlisle Cullen paced around his study. “When did Alice say we could come out?” he asked for the fifth time.

“She said thirty-six hours. That's in two hours now,” his wife, Esme, replied with more than a little irritation.
“Thirty-six hours?” Carlisle repeated incredulously. “Does she really think the humans can celebrate for that long?”
“She said she would ensure it, somehow. Carlisle, I swear if the DEA gets involved again, I don't know what I'll –”
“I paid them off, I told you. The file on Alice has been destroyed.” Carlisle eyed the clock nervously.
“These children deserve their party,” Esme said gently.
“I know, but I'm worried. The music stopped a while ago.” Carlise's forehead wrinkled.
“They're probably playing Spin The Bottle,” Esme said wryly.
“Esme, you know our children. Kissing hasn't done it for them for a while.”
“That reminds me,” Esme said. “Alice was telling me about this new kind of sex involving mouths. I was thinking maybe we could –”
“Not right now dear, I'm not in the mood.” Carlisle tapped his foot impatiently.
Esme picked up a book.

Emmett Cullen and Jasper Whitlock wiped the dried blood off of their faces and looked at each other guiltily.
“Look on the bright side,” Emmett was saying. “We've been tied down by the same women for a long time. At least we know we still got it.”
“'Monogamy' is not in Alice's vocabulary, Emmett,” Jasper sighed. “I haven't been tied down.”
“Don't rub it in.”
Jasper grinned, then sighed. “This...seduction was too easy. These girls were so eager, I literally undressed them with a look.”
“I don't think you mean literally. Anyway it was still fun, wasn't it?”
“Yes,” Jasper conceded wistfully. “The family's going to be quite angry, of course.” He kicked aside what was left of Angela's head and looked around for his pants.
“We should burn down this house, probably. Too much evidence.” Emmett gestured at the carpets, thick with blood, to emphasize his point.
“And probably leave the country,” Jasper said bitterly. “Alice always liked Rio this time of year. She'll understand.”
“Are there any females left in the graduating class?” Emmett looked sheepishly at the torn up bodies scattered on and around the furniture.
“Bella,” Jasper pointed out. “That might be it. Not that many juniors, even. I told some of the younger girls to go home.”
“Why!?” Emmett demanded.
“Not my style,” Jasper said.
“Why did we have to get carried away?” Emmett said, suddenly overcome with remorse. “We could have just given them a good time and sent them home to their boyfriends. We didn't have to kill all of them.”
“You always say that,” Jasper sighed.

Bella Swan sighed and stared at the perfect angel in bed next to her. She couldn't believe the pills Alice had given her had worked. A vampire, asleep! Well, Edward wasn't asleep exactly. Parts of his body were very much awake. The important parts were up (Bella giggled at her mental turn of phrase); his brain was out cold.

It was nice to see his face was so smooth, expressionless. None of that angst and worry. None of that stupid concern for Bella's virginal purity. She hated that righteous look he'd get on his face when he told her to wait. No more of that, she laughed to herself.

Bella knew she'd ask Alice for more pills soon. She wondered how much Edward would remember, and if she had enough time for another round before he came to.

Alice Cullen couldn't help but a feel a little uncomfortable on the Reservation, but it had been worth the risk. Crossing the shed in her red leather pants and surveying the three sleeping men warily, she finally found her red sequined shirt. It had been torn to pieces. Oh well. It wasn't as though she'd have worn it again anyway, and if need be she was confident she could find a scrap of cloth with which to cover up for the trip home.

Not that the denizens of La Push were much for wearing clothes. Last night, Alice had been a little disappointed. No straps or chains or anything to contend with, just three pairs of jorts. Alice suppressed a shudder, just as she had then. She sat on the floor of Jacob's garage and tried again to light the peace pipe she'd found in Jacob's glove box. It was cashed. “What the fuck!” she exclaimed, tossing it across the room.
Just then, Jacob Black sat up and rubbed his eyes. He focused on the smiling vampire in front of him, then at his pack brothers scattered around the room, still snoring.
“What did we do last night?” he asked her, pale with shock.
“The better question is 'what didn't we do?'” Alice grinned, stretching.