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Edward watched as the girl slid out of the covers, quiet feet padding against the floor as she moved towards the closet and slipped on one of Edward's shirt onto her head.
It turned out that because Tomi was only halfway vampire, she could very well still sleep. Edward wondered how that worked, since a part of her was shadow and life, and the other light and death. It must have been all so confusing. Even he was confused when she began snoring lightly on his chest, her eyes shut and her mouth slightly opened.
She came out dressed in her underwear and Edward's shirt, and in her hands she had a pair of sweatpants for him.
Tossing them at him, she began to move through the room to pick up the broken wood.
"Forget it," He rasped, watching as her thighs rubbed together with every step. He loved her legs. "Rosalie and Emmett already know."
"They're home?" Tomi asked, excitement sparking in her eyes.
"Mmhm," Edward sent her a smile and as predicted the girl went running, rushing through the whole house until she found Emmett and Rosalie launching together on a couch near the balcony.
"Tomi!" Rosalie and her husband opened their arms wide, and she jumped in between them, tucking herself in between their little huddle.
"Hi, you guys." She said, grabbing Rosalie's hands.
"Hey you." The blonde answered in synch with Emmett. "So, Alice tried to explain to us what happened but.."
Giggling, Tomi began to explain everything to her friends, only interrupted once in a while by Emmett who demanded more details about how she'd pried Aro's head right off, or Rosalie who curiously asked about how death had felt.
"I can't believe you're one of us. Well. Almost?" Emmett laughed, his hands tucked around Rosalie.
"Gwendolyn says night, but I think it's a bit of both." Tomi rose her hand, hanging onto the feeling of Edward on her skin to fish for some of that essence that controlled darkness. Her insides sighed in pleasure, and from her palm grew a rain of shadows. She willed it to become the shape of a tree, and laughed when the image came up distorted.
