Twilight Natural (A Twilight Supernatural cross over)

Date?!?!?!

  Edward rushed to his closet to prepare for the big night. After all it was only a week away and his closet WAS the size of a catacomb. He sighed thinking about how hard it was to convince his hot DILF of a father to allow him to repurpose his families tomb for his fangtabulous wardrobe. His father never understood him or his fashion cave. His father only wanted his son to take up the family business of eating rats for little amounts of cash. But no, Edward wanted to be free. With no time to spare he lit his candelabra and walked down the cobwebbed spiral stair case. Each step echoed gently as his Doc Marten's gently made impact on the carpeted stairs. 

  God he was so sexy. Reaching the bottom he approached a door with a  giant skull covering it. Its eyes glowed as its mouth opened flooding the room with smoke.

 "What is life's sweetest lie?" The skulls jaw slowly opened revealing the black void.

Edward went down on one knee and bowed

"Balance sweet kin."  

a click is heard followed by the harsh grinding of stone opening the tomb. Edward entered and quickly searched through his clothing pushing dead bodies aside 

"Nothing personal Aunt Nat. I got a date with a big titty goth girl. She's soo hot I told you about her before right? I knew she'd not reject me. She's a Virgo." He rambled on about Bella. 

After about 4 hours he found the fit. Of course it wasn't perfect. But that was about to change. He whipped out his sharpie and iron on patches and started making his altercations. By the end he had his whole outfit together. It was a dog collar he stole from his dog with fake gold spikes matching his bracelets he hand made from his belt. His shirt was black with a square in the middle filled with moaning anime girls. To cover up because he didn't want his father to get after him for being too sexy, he put on a black suit vest the bottom ripped and covered in his Sc3n3 core patches he made himself. His pants were jeans he colored black with his bootleg sharpie. It was ripped of course revealing his bat fish nets underneath. The patches were from curtain sample fabrics. Last but not least his shoes were platform boots with skulls molded into the heel and hello kitty stickers littering the sides. Hair wasn't an issue. He simply put small braids in with skull beads. His make up tied it all together. Baking powder with thicc eyeliner. God it was hard to be so sexy. 

He was ready. He looked in the mirror and punched it remembering it was a silver mirror. he burned his knuckles but his fingerless gloves took most of the damage. 

"Wish me luck Troy!"  he winked at one of the corpses that had been dressed up as Troy Bolten a magazine cut out of his face being scotch taped on his poor uncle ben. 

The rest of the night was a mash. A monster mash.

Authors note: Sorry for taking so long on chapter three. lolz.