“All right! Who’s up for a campfire story!”

Darcy exclaimed, waving his flashlight in the air, casting light on all the trees the blazing fire might have missed. He grinned across the flames at the three seated fawns as they looked up at him eagerly.

“Yeah!” one young stag agreed excitedly.
“A SCARY story!” the second insisted.
“Um…noplz…” the littlest fawn squeaked, her voice drowned out by crickets and fire crackle.

“Hmm, scary huh?…I think I know just the one,” the stag thought aloud, bringing his flashlight to his chest and casting shadows across his face with the upturned light.



“Have you three ever heard the story of…Edward Cullen?”
The three shook their heads, eyes bright with curiosity.
“No? I’m surprised…I thought everyone knew about Edward,”
“Who is he?” the eldest fawn questioned, getting impatient. The other two nodded quickly.
“Why he’s only the most fearsome thing on two legs! Edward Cullen stalks the forests in secret, watching fawns from the shadows as they play. He lies in wait till naughty fawns who have misbehaved have been tucked into bed at night…then pounces!”
The two young stags eyed him suspiciously, while the littlest doe’s eyes grew wide.
“Yeah right,” the eldest fawn finally snorted in defiance. Darcy gave him a dark look, looking quite ominous in the darkness. The fawn shrunk back.
“It’s the truth…you see, when I was little, a fawn I knew was taken by Edward in the night. His name…Serin. As the story goes, Serin had spent all day bullying another, poking fun at him for being small and beating him up for being weak! His cruel laughter must have drawn the monster, for later on, after his mother tucked him into his resting place, Edward appeared!”



The fawns gasped at the stag’s honest interpretation of the recollection. The little doe squeaked and ducked down behind her brother. Darcy continued with even more enthusiasm, his expression growing even more terrorized.
“The bully woke up to find the beast hovering over him! His hair the color of gold, his skin colorless as the moon! And as the light hit him, he sparkled, so brightly that his victim was blinded and stunned by the beauty of it! But there was nothing beautiful about Edward’s fangs. His mouth opened wide and the blood-stained, dagger-like teeth poised over Serin’s neck! The naughty fawn barely had time to scream before Edward Cullen LUNGED, faster then anything imaginable, sinking his horrifying teeth into Serin’s neck, ripping at his throat as the boy thrashed and struggled to scream, but you see, he couldn’t, because his wretched little vocal cords had been shredded! Blood splashed EVERYWHERE and-!”

“DARCY!”



The stag froze and flinched away from the voice, slowly glancing over to stare innocently over at the peahen that had somehow crept up beside him unnoticed in his …fervent…story telling.

“What in the hell are you doing?!” Rowan hissed in a low voice, glancing past him to eye the three very terrified fawns by the fireside.
“….Uhhhhh…well, uh…”



“Give me that you buffoon!’ she ordered in exasperation, reaching out and snatching the flashlight from him. Darcy was yanked to the side by the force of it, unwilling to let go of it completely in a real fear she might hit him with it. She attempted to tug it from his grasp, but with no avail, so glaring at him she settled for tilting it in her direction, lighting up her face in story-telling mode.
Rowan cleared her throat and flashed a smile for the fawns.
“…BUT Edward was a good monster on the inside, and upon seeing how much he was hurting the fawn he stopped attacking him and apologized profusely! He slapped a giant magical bandaid on the fawn that healed him instantly and gave him a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiig hug, and ever since he’s been a friend to all fawns in the forest, naughty or nice. The end!”
Darcy stared at her intently, his bewilderment slowly shifting to dazed admiration.
“Um…right! I was getting to that part next!” he laughed nervously, nodding his head in blind and enthusiastic agreement.

The fawns stared at the two adults, then exchanged raised-brow glances.
“Wow…that was lame. Lets go home.”
“Yeah what a bust. He‘s so whipped.” the second insisted.
“…..squeak...no...plz...” the littlest fawn uttered, shuddering fearfully before passing out.

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LOL ok...a comic idea turned into drawings, which then turned into a fail-comic illustrated short story! XD Idunnowhatever. THIS TOOK FOREVER SO I BETTER GET COMMENTS ON IT XDD
Edward Cullen is the enemy of DEER EVERYWHERE! Fact.
Oh and as an extra hint, Serin is featured in Darcy's story as a young stag that bullied him when he was younger...hence the use of his name here -snicker-