Old, New, Borrowed, Blue
Prologue
The sun was in my eyes. Why would the blinds be open? Someone seriously needs to close them.
I still had at least six hours of sleep left.
Last night had been fucking awesome, and yes I had a raging hangover. Vodka infused whipped cream was probably the best invention ever, as well as the most dangerous. And you knew you had a good night if you could barely hold your cookies down in the morning. Therefore, I believe I am entitled to sleep in, even if it was my sister's wedding day.
And then it hit me. Hard.
No, seriously. Something actually hit me and it fucking hurt.
"Ouch! What the fuck?" I groaned as I opened my eyes. As soon as I did I froze. The fancy ceiling wasn't there. Where was the fancy ceiling? The pastel colors, the stupid fluffy comforter and the glittery, blinding chandelier that I hated so much… It was all gone.
Ignoring the fact that an angry demon wielding a jackhammer was wreaking havoc inside of my head, I sat up and looked at my surroundings.
I was under a bridge. I could actually hear the traffic on the bridge that I had apparently been sleeping under. My eyes were wide as I turned around and saw Alice sitting a few feet away leaning against a still unconscious Jake. She looked like shit. Her kohl eyeliner was running down one cheek and a false eyelash was hanging on by a thread while her neon pink lipstick was somehow smeared partially down her neck, but I was 100% positive that I didn't look any better. And yet, I really didn't care about my appearance because I had just woken up under a fucking bridge on the day of my sister's wedding.
"Is he breathing?" I asked quietly nodding at the seemingly sleeping giant beside her. Alice turned and laid her head against his chest for a moment, then straightened back out and nodded to me. Relief washed over me as I realized that we were all still intact. Wait a second… Jake. Alice… Kate?
"Oh fuck, where's Kate?" I muttered. Alice's eyes widened in fear and we both swiveled our heads around to look for my missing sister. There was a chain link fence a few meters away from me, and I realized we were sitting in the middle of an abandoned road. Or maybe it wasn't abandoned and the cars had just gone around us this morning. For a second I was honestly proud of us for not being killed last night, but then I remembered that my sister was still missing.
"Kate!" I called out in a voice that sounded like I smoked six packs of cigarettes a day. I coughed to try and clear my voice, but it only made my head pound harder. I ignored the pain and pushed myself to my feet. I felt unsteady and my stomach swirled uncomfortably, but that didn't matter because I had a bride to find.
"Katherine?" Alice's voice called out timidly a little ways away from me.
I walked down the concrete of the road we had passed out on, looking for my sister. Finally my gaze landed on her perfect, Gucci clad body lying in a clump of dry grass. Well… She wasn't looking very perfect at the moment with her makeup smeared across her face, one shoe missing and… wait… what was that yellow stuff in her hair?
"Alice, I found her!" I called over my shoulder as I bent down to take a closer look at the train wreck that was Katherine Stephanie Swan.
The only thing I could really think of at the moment was how all of the progress we had made last night under the influence of alcohol was going to disappear... Maybe even reverse completely... It didn't help that I really didn't want to touch her, but seeing as it was her wedding day and all, I kind of had to.
Taking a deep breath and holding it, I reached out cautiously and shook Kate's shoulder. With an un-lady-like snort she jolted away, her eyes snapping open and immediately narrowing.
"Just stay calm, Kate, everything is going to be alright," I tried to soothe, hoping that she was still a little intoxicated and that she wouldn't rip my eyes out with her talons. I kept my eyes on her long claws just in case though, I wasn't about to take a chance.
"Why are you in my fucking room, Isabella! What the…. What the fuck?" she hissed, pushing herself upright and looking around.
"Kate, come on, you gotta get up," I repeated softly, taking a few steps away from her. It was like waiting for Mt. St. Helens to explode… Mt. St. Kate. That had a nice ring to it, actually.
Finally, everything seemed to click in Kate's mind and her face turned stone cold. In true exorcist fashion her head swiveled towards me, her gaze irate, but her face was frozen. I watched her, waiting for the words, and finally they erupted from her mouth, in such a shrill voice that it was hard to hear what she was actually yelling at me.
"You! You are the one who brought me here! Where the fuck are we? And what the hell am I covered in? I never should have let you take me away from the other girls! You are a disgusting animal without an ounce of class! Isabella do you hear me? Isabella!"
I had turned away from my sister, clenching my fists and trying to keep my temper in check.
Remember what Dr. Molina said to you… Channel your anger… Don't hit her, don't hit her, don't hit her…
"I asked you a god damned question, and I expect a fucking answer!" she shrieked at me again. I whipped around setting my gaze on her less-than-perfect-for-once face. She would be pushing up daisies if looks actually could kill.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Kate! I hear you, and I'm trying to figure out what the fuck happened last night, so just shut your god damned mouth for once so I can think!" I snapped at her, tired of her Godzilla-esque attitude. She fell silent for a moment, looking slightly shocked by my outburst. And then her glare was back with full a force that definitely would have melted the face off of any lesser person.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that! I am your older sister! You have a lot of explaining to do! Just wait until Daddy finds out about this! You've ruined my wedding, God dammit! Are you happy now? Couldn't accept that your sister is actually happy for once! Oh no, that's too much to give her, so you had to go and ruin everything! I hate you!" Kate's screech bounced around us mingling with the ringing of the cars over head, and I couldn't stop from stalking toward her. My anger was boiling over and I could no longer control myself.
I couldn't help it.
I did what I have wanted to do for my entire life.
I pulled back my arm, snapped my fist forward has hard as I could, and punched Queen Katherine straight in the face.
What do you think? Should I continue it? This is my first attempt at a fanfiction, and any mistakes are mine alone. Thanks for reading!