James Bond Meets Twilight – Part 1

You already know that I cheated on my last flash fiction challenge. I couldn’t get it done on time so I posted something else on the page where my story was supposed to be. I’m still not done with it, but, at the pace I’m going, it’s probably going to be a while before the story is done. So I’m giving you what I have so far.

 

James Bond Meets Twilight – Part 1
By Ada Ireland

 

A crashing sound came from the Cullen’s living room. The vase that Alice had been holding was now spread all over the cold floor, shattered into two billion, eight hundred and forty-three tiny pieces just like the brief peace the vampire clan had been enjoying these past few months.

Esme let out a low oath. “Darn it, Alice. That’s the second Ming vase you broke this year. What do the Volturi want this time?”

The Cullens all looked up at Alice. She was shaken … and stirred. A few moments passed before she finally spoke. “It’s not the Volturi. It’s him! He’s here. He found us.”

Bella’s  flawless lips curled back over her perfect, ultra white teeth. Her eyes turned deep red. A long, low, menacing sound escaped from the back of her throat. Her stone figure shifted. One second she was standing next to Edward, who had been playing the piano. The next split second, the piano was flying across the room, barely missing Jasper before crushing through the window and landing with an infernal noise on the back lawn.

Jasper shook his head. “I already apologized for the paper cut incident, Bella. You can stop throwing pianos at me now.”

Bella ignored him. She was tensed into a half crouch, like a lion about to pounce. She sniffed the air.

“What?

Is?

That?” she growled.

She felt Edward’s hand on her shoulder and looked up into his glorious, agonized eyes. “How did you get here so fast?”

“I was sitting right next to you, Bella,” he said, his tone serious. The gold in his eyes blazed. His bronze colored hair was untidy, disheveled almost – even so, he looked like he’d just finished shooting a commercial for hair gel.

His quiet, musical voice did nothing to calm her down. “No, you weren’t. You were by your … “, she started but then she saw him smiling a crooked half-smile so beautiful that she could only stare at him like an idiot. “Oh. Never mind.”

She didn’t have time for any other questions. The sound of a car pulling in front of the house interrupted her interrogation. She looked at Edward again. They both rushed swiftly and gracefully out of the room and were on the porch before the engine stopped.

A silver Aston Martin DB5 was parked in the driveway. A slim, tall, extremely good looking man stepped out of the car and started walking up the stairs towards the couple. There was something a bit cruel in his mouth, and his eyes were cold, but that only enhanced his dark, good looks.

Edward could barely keep his golden eyes off the Aston. Bella’s red eyes were stuck on the man. She sniffed the air again. “Mmmmm … delicious …”

The stranger got to the top of the stairs and stopped in front of Edward. A quizzical smile appeared on his face. He reached out his hand: “The name’s Bond. James Bond. But I believe you already know that. And you are?”

“Already dead,” replied Edward without bothering to meet his hand. “We don’t do handshakes here.”

“That’s OK. I came prepared for a cold reception … Edward. Edward Cullen.”

Edward looked at the car again. “That’s a nice ride you have there.”

Bond nodded. “It’s perfect.” He looked at Bella. “I’m willing to trade though. You can have mine for a few hours. I’d like to give yours a try.”

“You like married women, don’t you, Mr. Bond?” Edward asked.

“It keeps things simple, but mine always die too soon. That’s why I find your wife quite unique. She’s irresistible.”

Bella licked her lips. “I know all about you, James – sex for dinner, death for breakfast.”

“Well, it’s only lunch time now so I’m completely harmless but I love the idea of dinner. I can see you wouldn’t mind taking a bite either. I’m OK with that, as long I can leave before breakfast.”

Edward growled. “If you’re staying for dinner, then you and I are definitely having breakfast.” He gave the Aston one last look and then decided it was time to focus on less interesting things. “Why are you here, Mr. Bond?”

“Some men are coming to kill us. We’re going to kill them first.”