Disclamer- I don't own the characters but i wish i did.
It was Christmas Eve. Edward, Alice and I were sitting in Edward's room. Our parents had gone away again, leaving us in a huge mansion, with our nannies. So nothing was out of the ordinary. Our families were among the wealthiest in all of Great Britain. Edward was the son of the two most powerful lawyers in great Britian, Edward Anthony Masen Sr, and Elizabeth Masen. Alice was the daughter of Anna and George Brandon, two very famous writers. And me…I was the daughter of Charles and Renee Swan; my mother a model and my dad a business man.
While Edward and Alice were happy to spend the holidays with me, I wanted to be with my parents. A ten year old should not have to spend Christmas without her family. But that's exactly what was happening. That's how it had been for the past nine years. That's how it was to be for the rest of my life. Edward's voice brought me back from my thoughts.
"Bella, you need to move your pieces in order to play."
At age twelve he was the smartest kid I knew, and my best friend. He was taller than both me and Alice. He had beautiful tousled bronze hair and, his eyes were an unnerving green. He looked exactly like his mother.
I sighed staring at the chess board. "Can we please play something else?"
He scowled. "Not until one of you beat me." He'd won the last twenty seven games.
Alice frowned. She was sitting at Edward's grand piano watching us on the floor. She was the smallest out of all of us. Her inky black hair hung over her ears and down to her shoulders where it ended. Her eyes were the darkest brown I'd ever seen in a person.
"I'm hungry!" she complained. As if on que Clara walked in. She was the maid. The expression on her face said all too well what she thought of her job.
"What would you like Miss Alice?" Alice shrugged. "I'll let you know."
Clara nodded. "Yes Miss Alice. As soon as you're ready."
She backed out of the room while rolling her eyes.
Edward sighed dramatically. "Is any one going to move the piece?"
"Move it yourself." I mumbled.
I was in a bad mood. My mother was supposed to have called me an hour ago. What was going through her head? Had she forgotten? I was planning on giving her hell when she finally called. Alice stood on her feet and walked over to the television, kicking the game as she went.
"Alice!" Edward shouted.
He ran his hand through his hair in frustration. His hair got even more tangled with this gesture.
Alice stuck out her tongue. "It's just a game, Eddie."
Edwards face grew red. He hated being called that. If fact he hated being called anything that didn't start with Ed and end in ward.
"Aw, you're just mad 'cause you haven't won a single game, Mary Alice!" He taunted.
'Mary' was Alice's first name. She hated that name. Almost as much as Edward hated 'Eddie'.
"No, I'm mad because you've forced us to play this dumb game twenty seven times. I'll bet Bella is sick of it too."
Edward turned to me, his eyes penetrating mine. "Are you really tired of playing?"
I stared at him. "A bit, yeah." I said quietly. His face fell slightly.
"But I'll still play if you want me to." I quickly added. I hated disappointing him. He gave me a crooked smile.
"Are you serious?" Alice moaned.
Edward grabbed her ankle and pulled. She fell to the floor with a crash. They started wrestling playfully. I quickly moved out of their way. This was going to get ugly. Their playfulness always escalated to something more. Little Alice was trying desperately to get out of the head lock Edward had her in. The phone on the night table began to ring then.
Edward and Alice crashed into Edward's night table, knocking it over. The phone's receiver fell off. I heard two voices talking franticly. Edward and Alice stopped fighting. He picked up the receiver and put it to his ear.
"Edward Mason it's rude to eavesdrop!" I scolded.
Alice shushed me. "It only counts as eavesdropping if you get caught."
Edward threw us a dirty look. We got quiet. Whatever he was hearing wasn't good. His face went through many different emotions.
Finally, he hung up the phone. Then he turned to us. His green eyes looked pained. Sadness was brewing in them.
"What's up?" Alice asked.
He took a deep breath. "Our parents' plane just blew up. Nobody survived. They're all…dead." His voice broke on the last word.
I stared at him not quiet comprehending. Alice was quicker to act then I was. She put her hands over her ears and let out a bloodcurdling scream that reverberated through the house. It not only alerted Clara, but the nannies as well. They burst into the room and went straight to Alice.
I, on the other hand rounded on Edward. "What'd you do that for?"
He stared at me probably wondering if I was mentally competent.
"Bella," He said, slowly, enunciating each word. "Your parents are dead. That doesn't bother you?"
"What?" I asked. What was he trying to tell me?
He came to me slowly. He took my face in his hands. I could see that he had started to cry.
"Our parents are gone," He took my hand and placed it on his chest so I could feel his steady heart beat. "They are dead. Blown apart into tiny pieces. Their hearts have stopped."
My tears started to flow. "Oh."
My voice sounded small and insignificant. But every one had heard him. "Young master Edward-"Clara began.
I didn't hear the rest. My hand dropped and I suddenly felt light headed. I didn't fight as the blackness closed in around me.