Something To Believe In
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters.
Summary: Alice finds a 12-year-old runaway and brings her home… only to realize there's more that meets the eye. *WARNING: If you haven't read Breaking Dawn, this story is not recommended.
Author's Note: First chapter! Please enjoy. I promise you, it's not one of those predictable romantic stories. [;
Alice's POV
I skipped happily out of the mall, Bella followed behind me with a tired expression on her face. "Are we done yet?" she asked putting her hands in her pockets. I turned around, frowning at her.
"You can't be serious… It's almost Christmas!" I argued, as we walked over to my yellow Porsche. I opened the trunk of the car, stuffing five more bags. It took me at least three tries until I could finally get it to close.
"See? By the time we get back from another trip, we won't have space to get in." she sighed. I shook my head, practically having to drag her back into the mall. Before we did, however, I brought an umbrella as I've had seen rain coming our way.
"You're so silly, Bella. I'll make it fit." I promised and smiled reassuringly. She looked so scared, not wanting to know how I would've planned to make it fit. When in actuality, I hadn't a clue in my mind at the moment. The look on her face was funny though… and I tried so hard not to laugh.
"So what else are we going to buy?" she asked.
I grinned evilly. "Oh, you'll see."
Several hours later. . .
Bella's POV
I sat in the passenger seat of the car, laying my head on the cold window glass. Finally we were heading home, but I had not counted on the traffic. I turned on the radio and listened to R&B tunes, until Alice pulled over unexpectedly at a sidewalk. "Hey, what's wr—"
"Shhh. "she said. "Listen."
I relaxed for a moment, and closed my eyes. I had heard it—the cries of a little girl. I smelled mud and blood coming from the girl's body.
"You're not thinking of—"
"No." she interrupted. "Just hold your breath and come with me."