BPOV
During what seemed to be the fifth hour of clothes shopping, Alice dragged me into yet another death trap. Confusion washed over my face as I reckoned that this store without a moniker, which appeared to be under construction, was not on her itinerary for our 'shopping extravaganza,' or so she called it. Around the third hour, I had exhausted my voice—begging, no, pleading to be released from her exceptionally fashion sensitive hands—and I could now only respond with facial expressions.
Surely Jasper, Edward and Emmet were off frolicking in some meadow...rolling down the greenest and most rotund hills, sparkling brighter than...ah, hell. They were probably feuding over who had the ability to dazzle each other more...which doesn't make any sense. But when do any of my fantasies?
This one in particular was probably spawned from my refusal to look into the dark abyss or hallway, and incessant need to cling to the light of the outside world that was dimming ever so slowly. As the front door shut behind us, we were swallowed by darkness. I just kept thinking, -you trust Alice with your life- repeatedly, almost believing it. I vaguely remember agreeing to this whole trip, but I only actually showed up because I love her.
As I followed along in the darkness, oblivious to my surroundings, I could tell that Alice's excitement was escalating; my best friend's breath started quickening, although being a vampire, she had no need for air. Subconsciously Alice was bent on keeping me in tow, for I felt the icy grip she had on my left wrist tighten. She was not impatient with me as she dragged me along. Her normal human pace, because of our destination, must have resembled flying to her because it most certainly felt like falling to me.
And then we stopped at an ominous oversized door.
"Are you ready?" Alice trilled.
