Disclaimer: I do not own twilight nor any other story references; this is merely my take on what could have happened at the wedding.
PART ONE
BPOV
'Good God, I can't do this,' Bella thought, staring at the pretty silver and sapphire hair combs as Charlie handed them over to Alice.
"Mom, Dad...you shouldn't have." 'Really...I don't want to do this...damn malicious pixie!'
"Alice wouldn't let us do anything else," Renee said. "Every time we tried she all but ripped our throats out."
'You have NO idea mom,' I thought as a hysterical giggle burst though my lips, thinking back to the 'wake-up call' Alice had given me this morning.
Flashback
I opened my eyes to see Alice staring at me like I was a particularly disturbing science project. Since Edward had left for his 'bachelor party' the night before I had been trying to think of a way to escape. Obviously, without success.
I didn't love Edward anymore, not the way I used to. That part of me broke the day he abandoned me in the forest - the same forest he told me to never be in alone - and continued to shatter more during my four month 'void'. Even so, I think I still held a bit of hope of one day fixing our relationship, getting it back to what it was before he left...that is until the day Laurent attacked me in our meadow. I realized he left me without any defense against those that wanted me dead, without even a warning that Victoria was out to get me for the death of her mate. That...that was something I couldn't forgive, ending what was left of my infatuation forever.
In a moment of desperation, I had told Jacob that I loved him, but it was less than what I felt for Edward. That wasn't true: I loved Jacob far more than Edward, but it was only platonically, as a best friend, a brother, never in a romantic way. He would have never let me go otherwise...would have never found his mate in one of my only true friends: Angela.
I agreed to marry Edward for three reasons: first, the Volturi will be checking on the status of my mortality and despite what Edward claimed, I have no doubt it will be sooner rather than later. Second, he bargained for marriage as the price for turning me after three: finally ridding me of my pesky virginity. I watched True Blood and really don't want to turn out like the 'eternal vampire virgin' Jessica Hamby (1) - I don't care if was simply fiction, an utter myth or not...I'm so not taking my chances.
Alice had completely seen through my intentions, of course, and this was the first time I recognized that the little pixie was in no way my friend.
"Bella, Bella, Bella," she tsked, her eyes predatory. "You cannot escape this. You WILL marry Edward this afternoon, or I swear that I will kill everyone you love in this world, starting with Charlie. I have worked far too long for this chance for some measly human to mess it up." Alice tapped her sharp, perfectly painted fingernail against the pulse point in my neck. "Get married Bella, and those you care for will be safe...they will be able to leave Forks alive and well. Don't and I will ensure that you live to see the result; only after those closest to you are tortured, dismembered, and drained will I finally end you. Understand?"
End flashback
Alice slipped my grandmother's combs into my hair under the thick braids Rosalie had pulled the tresses into. "That's something old, and something blue," Alice mused, taking a few steps back to admire me - more like her work. "And your dress is something new...so here-"
She flicked something at me. I held my hands out automatically, catching the flimsy white garter that landed in my palms.
"That's mine and I want it back," Alice told me.
I reddened as I tried, in a near successful maneuver, not to be sick to my stomach by holding my breath. To my parents, it merely looked like I had blushed.
"There," Alice said with satisfaction. "A little colour - that's all you needed. You are officially perfect." With a little self-congratulatory smile, she turned to my parents. "Renee, you need to get downstairs."
"Yes, ma'am," Renee blew me a kiss and hurried out the door.
"Charlie, would you grab the flowers, please?"
Once Charlie was out of the room Alice tossed me a nasty glare, grabbing the garter out of my hands somehow sliding it onto my leg before I had even noticed her move.
"Remember now Bella," Alice snared, her golden eyes darkening to a chilling obsidian. "One false move and everyone here is dead: 150 lives for the price of yours. For someone with a martyr complex like you, quite the fitting end, wouldn't you say?"
Before I could answer Charlie was back with two frothy white bouquets that I absolutely deplored. The overwhelming scent of the roses and oranges blossom and freesia envelope me, making me absolutely heady. If this was what I smelled like, the way Alice told me I do, I cannot for the life of me, see why every vampire within a mile radius would want a whiff. It was simply way too much, giving me a headache from the sensory overload.
Rosalie started playing the wedding march which, again, had been chosen by Alice. I don't know why I ever put up with her, the vamp is truly annoying. Poor Jasper. Knowing that Alice is out to get me makes me see a lot of things in a whole new light, including how my entire 'friendship' was in fact her manipulating me into doing things I would have rarely, if ever, done before coming to Forks: like shopping.
"Easy Bells," Charlie said, taking in my pale form. He turned to Alice nervously. "She looks a little sick. Do you think she's going to make it?"
His voice sounded far away. I couldn't feel my legs.
"She'd better," Alice said in what to me sounded a foreboding, but to Charlie cheery, tone. She stood in front of me, on her tip-toes to better stare me in the eye, and gripped my wrists hard in her hands, no doubt leaving bruises on my flesh under the long sleeves of my gown.
"Focus Bella, and this will all be over soon. Everyone is waiting for you down there and if you don't go to Edward...what would happen then, hmmm?"
"Right," I took a deep breath, willing myself into composure, glad that Charlie hadn't caught onto the sinister note in Alice's 'pep-talk.'
The music was louder in the hall. It floated up the stairs along with the fragrance of a million flower, making my head pound more than ever. I concentrated on the idea of my loved ones dying if I didn't meet Edward downstairs. Every step I shuffled forward, I was wishing that the groom was a different man, the one I actually loved and had loved since he first spoke to me. But that was wishful thinking that had no place on my death...I mean wedding march.
"It's my turn," Alice chimed. "Count to five and follow me." She began her slow graceful descent down the stairs and I almost made the decision to bolt but Alice's threat stopped me. The immediate reminder my dad standing beside me, my arm laced through his, was enough to prevent me from doing my best imitation of Robert Griffin (2) or Barry Allen (3). A sudden fanfare trilled through the soaring music. I recognized my cue.
Charlie and I descended the stairs carefully, not wanting me to end up at the emergency room on my wedding day. 'Hey, that's an idea.' And then I remembered that Carlisle was standing as Edwards best man and would patch me up in no time flat like he had done so many times before. 'Another plan out the window.'
As we reached the bottom I resigned myself to the fact that this was actually happening. I was marrying a man I don't love because the Great Malicious One, aka Alice, had threatened the lives of everyone in attendance. My only hope was that someone, anyone, would object to this farce. 'Where's Jacob and his misguided crush when I need him?'
I was barely conscious by the time I made it to Edwards side, and Angela's father behind us both. The man I wished I could spend forever with was here, not ten feet away, his eyes on Edward and I.
My own eyes refused to move from the boy in front of me. Inwardly I cringed. 'That's right, Edward is a boy,' my inner demon purred. 'He will never be enough for you yet you are binding yourself to him forever. You don't want a boy. You want, no NEED a man!' I smiled through my tears, ignoring my inner self as I peered at Edwards face. His eyes were buttery gold; his perfect face almost severe with emotion. And then he smiled; the ladies of the audience all sighed in raptures by Edwards rare show of outward happiness...it just made my tears fall faster.
The vows were simple and traditional at Edward's request - one of the few things that, if I actually WANTED to marry him, I wouldn't have minded. As is, it just ruined what little wedding dreams I actually had. Unlike what my younger self had dreamed, I would not marry my prince charming...more like a dictating, possessive, anal-retentive overlord with a terribly cruel, insane step-sister who flaunt their near incestuous relationship in front of their spouses.
'A match made in hell if there ever was one...actually that makes a lot of sense if its true. Too late for me now I suppose,' I thought as we came to the part I had been waiting for, dreading: Mr. Weber's heavy baritone carrying over the aisle.
"Speak now or forever hold your peace."
I waited, waited for what seemed like an eternity, so someone to speak up. For the man I loved to object and prove he loved me too.
"Very well..." Mr. Weber nodded then turned to Edward and had him recite the vow, ending with a resounding "I do."
And then it was my worse nightmare; Mr. Weber turned to me and I hiccupped my way though the words. I was about to doom my self, set my fate, for eternity. What fun.
"I...I...I d-"
What do you think? Who is the mystery man that holds Bella's heart? Why is Alice now Malice? Find out next week!
By the way, much of the dialogue is directly from Breaking Dawn, pg 46-49. I merely added some words to make my plot interesting - next chapter will be all (or mostly) mine. Oh, and this will likely be fairly short, 3 or 4 chapters max.
Hope you enjoyed the first part and please remember to review! If I hit 25 reviews I will post the second chapter earlier. Cheers!
BTW: (1) = True Blood by C. Harris; (2) = the invisible man by H. G. Wells; (3) = The Flash by R. Kanigher, C. Infantino, and J. Broome