𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍:
Define fun
(1986)

"THIS DESERVES A CELEBRATION!"

Corazon, who still looked at the newspaper with amazement, joy, and, most of all, relief flooded her senses that burst open like a damn full of water, couldn't even reply to what Aika said, too overwhelmed with the emotions that she had pent up over the decades, all the hope and hard work that they had done, the sacrifice that needed to be made finally all settled into one place that it felt too much to bare.

All Corazon could utter is, "Where's Jasper?"

It didn't even take a second for Jasper to walk through the doors with his calm and stoic demeanor, his hands at his back, observant eyes wandering around the room, as all the emotions in the room greeted him like a hurricane that bombarded him all at once but he remained quiet and composed.

"What's the matter?" he asked as his eyes instantly gravitated towards Corazon. Corazon instantly left her seat, made a beeline towards him, and handed him the newspaper. Without hesitance, Jasper read it with a concentrated expression. After he had finished, his eyes again focused on Corazon's expression that portrayed vulnerability; he immediately sent a calming wave of emotion that comfortably hugged Corazon like a warm blanket on winter's day.

Jasper embraced her as he placed a hand on the back of her neck, his other hand soothing the small of her back. Corazon buried her face in the crook of his neck as the scent of a delicate trace of pine, a soft breath of eucalyptus, and the deep warmth of cedar filled her senses and grounded her to the earth. Amidst the overwhelming emotion, he is her calm, her solitude.

"I can visit them again," Corazon weakly whispered, but Jasper had heard it better than anyone; he looked around the room and guided them with his eyes to give them some privacy, so Aika and Alice did without protest. When Corazon knew they were alone, she let herself cry, dry tears and empty sobs; her knees buckled to the ground, and they both sank towards the floor, but Jasper caught her and embraced her even more as he rocked her back and forth softly and brushed his fingers through her hair.

Corazon then fixed her posture as she faced Jasper, then she mustered a smile, "It's over,"

"It's over," Jasper repeats as he cups her face, and his thumbs soothe her skin; they look at the newspaper headline again, like a true reminder that it's finally over.

IT'S ALL OVER; MARCOS FLEES!

"We should hunt him,"

"As much as I'd like to take you up on that offer, he deserves a fate worse than death." Corazon leaned towards his chest.

"And what is that?" Jasper curiously asks.

"The feeling of powerlessness, loneliness of being exiled and unwanted, living the last years of his life with shame, and when the time comes that death arrives at his doorstep, his memory will be remembered as a villain in history. He had many men in his grasp when he was in power, and now that all of it is gone, he has no one, and he has to deal with the scrutiny he has placed on his family. The reputation that they had built and protected will be forever tainted with blood. How it's his fault he can't return home to his motherland." Corazon tells him, with Jasper intently listening to every word. Nodding in agreement, he places a soft lingering peck on her forehead.

"There's only one thing left to do," Jasper says as he assists Cora in standing up. Corazon kisses him softly on the lips, pulling away with Jasper following her movements; with her mouth hovering over his, she musters, "I think that can be done after the wedding, don't you agree?"

Jasper captures her lips with his—soft, intense, passionate, "I wholeheartedly agree, my heart,"

•| ⊱✿⊰ |•

"GOD, IT'S PATHETIC REALLY TO LIKE EDWARD THAT MUCH," Kate groans as she leans towards the table, her hand clenched to support her frustrated face as her other hand twirled the stem of her drink. "Tan, I love you, but Edward?" She asks like it's the most ridiculous thing in the entire world.

Kate's wheat-coloured hair was loose around her shoulders, catching the low light like threads of gold. She wears a fitted black leather jacket, cropped just above her waist, the sleeves pushed up casually to her elbows. Her pants are a pair of black leather leggings, hugging her long legs like a second skin, and boots with a slight heel.

Tanya releases an annoyed sound as she focuses her gaze towards the center stage of the vampire jazz bar—Blood Moon Lounge. The stage is draped in velvet curtains as red as a fresh wound. At its center stands a cracked piano, worn smooth by the touch of fingers that have known centuries of nocturnal rhythm. A jazz quartet—a gaunt vampire saxophonist, an eternally beautiful bassist, a drummer whose tempo matches a heartbeat too perfectly—plays languid, smoky tunes.

Without looking, she finally replies, "I like him; he's kind, understanding, patient, and—" She wasn't even able to finish what she was saying when Kate cut her off with a roll of her eyes and,

"So the bare minimum? We really need to go out more so you can find other suitable vampires,"

The rest of the women who listened with amusement and interest only chuckled and hid their smiles.

Tanya crosses her arms to her chest as she releases a huff of frustration, but still, she looks more beautiful than ever. Her long, strawberry-blonde hair cascades in soft, loose waves down her back, gleaming under the dim, smoky lights of the jazz bar. Dressed in a silk slip dress in the deepest shade of garnet, the fabric is so smooth it shimmers with every subtle movement she makes. On her feet, she wears pointed stilettos in black patent leather.

"No one likes Edward," Irina suddenly commented. It surprised the rest; she looked at them shyly and gave them a sheepish smile, "Well, except for Esme, Rose, Cora, Ali, and Aika, of course." She wears a woolen coat the color of smoke—charcoal gray with subtle hints of slate blue—draped over her shoulders like a cloak. Beneath it, she wears a turtleneck sweater dress in a pale, icy lavender that clings gently to her frame, modest but flattering. Her shoes are low-heeled ankle boots in soft black suede.

"We like him because he's part of the family,"

"No, not really,"

Corazon and Rosalie said in unison, and they both laughed. "Girls," Esme scolds as she shakes her head, but not with disappointment. They can see the faint smile on her lips; then, she directs her attention to Tanya, "My son can be a bit misunderstood sometimes, but he is a good man. Just be patient with him," Esme, like always, has something effortlessly elegant about her nature; she wears a long-sleeved, boat-neck dress in a soft, dove-grey cashmere that falls just above her ankles.

"That's it, she's getting impatient with him." Kate chirps as she raises a hand to exaggerate her point.

"Nothing's working on him. Maybe he doesn't really like me," Tanya frowns as Carmen soothes her back, comforting her, "You'll find someone soon enough." Carmen's outfit screams sophistication, wearing a high-neck silk blouse in deep emerald green. Her trousers are slim-cut and high-waisted, tailored in soft charcoal wool. Then, a pair of elegant black kitten heels.

"Don't worry, I'll introduce you to someone at the wedding. I think you'll both pair well." Corazon tells her with a gleam in her eyes. Corazon wore a color other than red, a fitted black jumpsuit with a plunging V-neckline. The fabric is a velvety matte, hugging her frame like a glove, with long sleeves extending down her arms. The cinched waist is accentuated by a wide belt adorned with a tiny gold clasp shaped like a rose. Her heels are sharp stilettos in glossy black, the pointed toes embellished with small gold accents.

"Edward doesn't really like anyone. I think he hates all of us just slightly, except for Carlisle and Esme," Rosalie comments with a hint of annoyance. She remembered it clearly that Carlisle tried to pair them together, to at least mend the loneliness that they felt, but Rosalie hated him at first glance because he looked at her with pity—the same way he looked at Corazon when he had read her mind, and Rosalie hates being pitied.

Though with her blunt annoyance, Rosalie couldn't look more ethereal than ever, she and Alice always had an eye out for fashion, and her outfit for tonight's bachelorette didn't disappoint. She wears a sleek, strapless jumpsuit in pure white, tailored to fit her hourglass figure perfectly. The neckline is structured in a sharp, angular cut. The jumpsuit flares slightly at the ankles. Over the jumpsuit, she drapes a long, black fur coat. Her shoes are stiletto heels in polished black leather. Around her neck rests a sleek gold choker.

"He especially has a bit of scrutiny towards vampires who aren't turned with Carlisle's venom. He thinks we aren't really good like them. You know, Carlisle, he's like a saint, but his venom isn't different from any other vampire. It's not like we have DNA." Aika purses her lips as she turns away from them. She'd always had a bit of resentment towards Edward. Still, Alice had a good relationship with him because they both communicated well enough with their gifts. Alice chose her outfit for tonight, wearing a fitted, off-the-shoulder black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The skirt flares out slightly at the hem, ending just above her knees, paired with a deep burgundy leather jacket. Her shoes are sleek black ankle boots with a pointed toe and a modest heel.

"That is true; I do have a bit of a problem with his belief about our souls," Alice grimaces as her fingers trace the rim of her champagne glass. Tonight, Alice wears a fitted, knee-length dress in a deep purple color that beautifully compliments her fair complexion. The dress features delicate cap sleeves and a slightly flared skirt. Alice has thrown on a light, cropped denim jacket that adds a casual, relaxed flair to her ensemble and a pair of classic black ballet flats adorned with a small bow. She wears a collection of delicate silver bangles on her wrist and a silver pendant shaped like a jasmine flower.

They all groaned except for Esme, who tried to hide her grimace with a sip of her empty drink.

"Okay, maybe he isn't so great after all," Tanya admits reluctantly, furrowing her brows together.

"Thank you!" Kate exclaims in relief.

"Enough Edward talk. I plan to get a little tipsy tonight before we leave for Corazon's wedding preparations tomorrow!" Rosalie exclaims amidst the loud jazz tunes. The trumpet leads the charge, blaring bright and unapologetic, riding high above the other instruments with rapid-fire riffs and sharp, sassy bursts that cut through the smoky haze of the room. The piano dances across the keys, playful and quick, weaving through the noise with light, teasing riffs. The saxophone joins with bold, soulful solos that rise and fall, cheering the crowd with every twist and turn. The sound is everywhere, filling every corner and pulling everyone into its lively, joyful chaos.

Corazon shakes her head as a laugh emits from her. They'll be using Zane's yacht to travel to an isolated island that Crisanto owned in the Philippines that he happily encouraged should be the venue of Jasper and Corazon's wedding since it's been decades since he had stayed in it. They'll be traveling for three days and arrive a week early to prepare since it's a small and intimate gathering after the wedding; the guests will be boarding the yacht to sail home, and the newly wedded couple will be staying back for a few days then following their travel itinerary to continue their honeymoon.

It's Carmen who dragged Corazon to the dance floor. The music takes over, and soon, the whole bar moves with it. Bodies sway, twist, and glide, each one caught in the irresistible rhythm. Lost in their own groove, snapping their fingers and stomping their feet to the band's wild improvisations.

So they did get tipsy and maybe a little bit drunk, but they needed to go home and ensure everything was packed and ready to go. But one of the two cars that they drove to the bar had a busted engine, "I told you I should have checked on it earlier," Rosalie pursed her lips to the side and crossed her arms to her chest; she didn't have her toolbox since the cars they brought with them isn't hers, big mistake, she should have her toolbox everywhere.

"I'll call Carlisle and Eleazar," Esme says as she proceeds to the telephone booth outside the Jazz bar. Corazon suddenly remembered that the boys were playing billiards as their version of a bachelor party, and now they were going to disturb them; she felt terrible.

Alice then says as she locks the car, "You guys should head home; we'll wait for them," Alice, Aika, Esme, and Carmen were the ones who were in the broken down car, a dark blue Toyota Supra A70 that Carmen bought a while back. Tanya, Kate, Irina, Rosalie, and Corazon were in the bright red Chevrolet Camaro IROC-Z that Kate owned.

"It's alright, we'll wait," Irina tells them, and Alice shakes her head, "Kate hasn't packed her clothes yet," she says as she gives a pointed look, and Kate looks at her apologetically.

"I hate packing,"

"We know," Irina and Tanya answered in unison as they rolled their eyes. Then they entered the red car with Rosalie in the driver's seat, Corazon in the passenger seat, and the sisters in the back seat. They said goodbye as they drove towards the empty roads to home, and Rosalie, the speed-loving girl, decided to act on her impulsive thoughts to step hard on the acceleration pedal. It was just their luck when they passed a police car, and then it started to chase them with the shrill wail of a police siren.

"Oops," Rosalie only managed to say when she slowed down the car and parked on the side of the road. It wasn't the first time that they've been caught for overspeeding, but this time, they've drunk alcohol. All of them were adrenaline seekers joining illegal night races, so when the officer asked them for IDs, they were prepared with their fake identities.

"You girls stink of alcohol." The police officer says. Rosalie looks at Corazon, motioning for her to use her gift, but there are two police officers, and she needs to look at them directly to compel them to make it work. It would look too suspicious.

And that's how they ended up in the police station inside a small prison cell. With their mugshots being taken.

"So much for a bachelorette," Tanya grumbles, but then she laughs and covers her mouth with her hands.

"Definitely a memorable one," Kate and Tanya shared a high-five.

"Why didn't Alice see?" Irina asks Rosalie and Corazon.

"Because I only decided to speed then and there, Alice wouldn't have the time to warn me," Rosalie shrugs, she made her one-time call, which will be Carlisle, "Dad told me," Rosalie glances quickly towards the police officers who were looking at them with curious and lustful gazes, Rosalie wanted to snap their necks, "They'll be here soon,"

"I'd love to have a copy of our mugshots," Corazon commented, and they all laughed until the officers silenced them.

It's only a few minutes when Eleazar and Carlisle arrive at the police station with pretend disappointment in their features. They paid for bail, "Who's your ward—" The officer asks, then looks at Carlisle's ID, which had a different name but the same occupation, "Doctor Wright,"

Carlisle motions towards the blonde women, "My daughter and my sisters." They have a completely different relationship than they portrayed to the humans. The Denali sisters are his sisters, and Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, and Edward are his adopted children. As always, Esme is his wife, and Emmett and Aika are family friends since it's a bit odd that adopted children are romantically involved with each other when they're supposed to have a sibling relationship. Then Corazon is Eleazar and Carmen's daughter, as it works better with their Spanish facial features.

"You, sir?" The officer asks Eleazar, "His daughter's friend, my daughter," and Eleazar nods towards Corazon. She looks away, refraining from smiling.

"It's better to teach them discipline; take their licenses away," The officer tells them as he hands them the girl's belongings and IDs. Corazon let out a scoff. So nosy. Another officer unlocked the cell, and they walked out and towards Carlisle and Eleazar. Eleazar talked to her in Spanish.

"I'll remain here to clear your records. Do you need help with anything else?" Eleazar asks politely in Spanish, and with an excited gleam in her eyes, Corazon answers in Spanish, which makes Eleazar snort.

"Can you get a copy of our mugshots?"