Disclaimer: I am NOT Stephenie Meyer and these are NOT my characters.

About: This is a story based on Bella's perspective a few years after her transformation. Whilst this chapter is mainly informing readers of information needed for the story to flow, I promise things do pick up in later chapters.

I used this Chapter to show the bond between Alice and Bella and also to show how Renesmee is developing well.

Enjoy and please R & R :D

Forever Loved

"Alice…Alice….it's owwww…Alice, its fine…leave it!" I sighed. As if I wasn't nervous enough. I pulled the brush from my hair and stood up from the chair. I checked my reflection in Alice's floor length mirror in her walk in dresser.

My cheeks had been powdered with a pink blush to give a more 'living' look, and my hair had been straightened to extreme perfection. "I preferred it natural," I muttered, glaring at Alice's reflection.

I turned and marched out of Alice's dresser, and headed for the landing, but she grabbed me by the wrist.

"Stop complaining Bella. Change is good. Change is deceiving," she winked. I sighed and gave in. "I know," I whispered. "I just wish it wasn't this difficult…anyway, what's the chances that were going to meet anyone we know?" I said louder, testing my psychic sister's abilities.

Alice, who had released me from her grip, started tidying up her 'beauty salon'.

"Alice, come on…what is it? What's the possibility that…oh…my…god. You've seen us meeting somebody, and you're still taking me out. I can't believe…are you insane?" I yelled. Alice merely raised one small, delicate eyebrow.

"Are you finished?" she said, smiling. I growled quietly.

"Urgh. Edward warned me you'd take the news this way. Relax Bella…calm…breathe."

I still glared at her, glaring showed I was still annoyed, but her melodic voice entranced me slightly. If I wasn't so annoyed, I would have found the similarities between Alice and Jasper quite fascinating.

I took in a deep breath and exhaled dramatically.

"Better?" Alice whispered. I nodded. I wasn't relaxed quite enough. I wasn't sure if I could hold back another growl.

Alice grinned. "I showed Edward the vision and he agreed that the chances are slim of us meeting him. He keeps changing his mind of shopping in Seattle. And, even if we did meet him, nothing bad will happen."

Ah, so it was a male. That split my chances of guessing who it was directly in half.

"But, who is it?" I questioned curiously.

"Ah, Edward also said that I am NOT allowed to tell you, as you will spend the day looking out for them. If it happens, it happens," she said, grinning more. I growled to myself. My plan was foiled before I could even put it to use.

"Now shoo…" she sung. "I need to pack, and you need to change."

I glanced down at my outfit, distracted. "Huh…what's wrong…?"

"It's all set out in your room. Quick, we don't have long." And with that, Alice shoved me from her room and closed the door behind me. I looked down at my watch. It was 5:30, who would be up at this time, and what shops did Alice know that were open now?

I sighed and crossed the landing. I pushed open the door that led to mine and Edwards's room. The yellow walls created a golden haven from the white house. Not that I disliked the Cullen's house. I loved our home, but I still carried love for sun and heat even though I was now restricted by quite noticeable 'glittering'.

I caught sight of myself in my mirror. What was wrong with my plain black jeans and my white vest? I thought looked quite casual, especially how my golden pendant added some flair to my outfit.

I picked up the set of delicate bells which hung off the thin gold chain hanging around my neck. There were 3 different sized bells, which when shook, played the most beautiful music ever. Edward had given me the necklace about 4 months ago to celebrate our 5th Wedding Anniversary.

He explained he saw it in an antiques shop and it reminded him of my affectionate nickname 'Bells'. He expressed it was from an antique shop…no matter how much wealth I know had to my name, I was still only accepting small thoughtful presents, rather than flashy ones.

Edward had also whispered in my ear as he fastened the necklace round my neck, "Like you, they are very beautiful and they make a sound that could bring peace to the harshest war."

I had smiled and wondered in awe at his poetic use of words – he was the enchanting one, not me.

I'd also seen another similarity. The 3 bells represented my family. Edward, myself and Renesmee. Alone, they can be beautiful and people will still love them, but when they are together, their bonds are so strong, that their song sounds like they were made for each other.

And that it what I believed.

Edward had kissed me passionately after I told him my views and then we had proved just how perfect and made for each other we were.

I was broke from my trance when somebody knocked sharply on my door. I only had to guess once to see who it was. "Bella, I know your not getting ready in there. If you don't get a move on, I'm going to come in there and dress you myself," Alice threatened. I let the chain fall from my hand and closed my eyes as I listened to the soft jingle.

There was another sharp knock. I opened my eyes ad glared at the door. Walking over to my closet, I grumbled "Ok, ok."

"Good," Alice chirped, and I listened as she walked away from the door. As I looked around my room I caught sight of a piece of paper lying on my bed. I rushed over and unfolded it. Instantly his scent washed over to me and I inhaled deeply.

'Remember, you are forever loved.' it read.

I missed him so much. I snapped out of my depression, wanting so badly to cry.

I looked at the clothes Alice had hung up. "Well, there not too bad," I whispered.

A few weeks after the Volturi incident, the Cullen's lifestyles started to fall back into place. I decided that I should talk to Alice. I told her I didn't wish to be her new Barbie doll for the rest of eternity, and that if she really insisted on dressing me, then I should be able to have some allowances and veto on any clothes I wish. I wanted to feel comfortable.

Usually, Alice chose quite nice clothes, and it seemed we had found an equal balance. The clothes were usually quite fancy and modern, and VERY highly priced, but they were still…me. I could walk around in them without feeling like a catwalk model…

…I say usually. Sometimes things often got out of hand for Alice, and I'd have to put my foot down when the glitzy dresses appeared for a quick visit to the shops.

I stared up at the clothes. Tight fitting stonewashed, dark navy denim jeans. They were fine, plus the dark green oriental styled silk scarf intended to be tied around the waist was very cute. There was a plain black cotton vest hung up aswell. That was acceptable enough. I was already in a vest, and didn't have any dislike of them. However, when I saw the dark green cardigan hung over it I was a little disgruntled. It was very pretty and looked hand knitted. The fabric was very thick but still made you look feminine rather than a bag of potatoes. It looked very warm. And that was what put me off.

"It must be cold," I whispered, shrugging into the jeans. I pulled on the vest and then the cardigan. It was very soft; however…I didn't feel any warmer. Being a vampire prevented me from being cold or uncomfortable from the weather. I could tell the difference in temperatures but I didn't feel the need to wrap up. This was all just a ploy to make the people of Forks believe that I was affected by the temperature.

I dug out a pair of plan black baseball shoes and headed towards the door. I grabbed the tote bag handing precariously of my dresser, almost as if somebody had placed it there on purpose.

"Alice," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

Sure enough, inside was my phone, my purse, stuffed full of dollars and other 'essential items'. I tutted as I swung the bag onto my shoulder.

I place my hand on the door handle, but before I opened it, I took a huge breath. The room still smelt strongly of Edward and I inhaled deeply, filling up my lungs with his scent. He had left all of 4 hours ago and I was already falling apart.

I left the room, closing the door behind me, not wanting any of the scent to escape or be tainted by other smells. I ran down the stairs and spotted Alice sitting on the couch brushing Renesmee's long hair. I twirled dramatically in front of Alice.

"What do you think?" I asked.

Alice eyed me sceptically, and then a magnificent smile broke out on her beautiful face. "Better than I imagined actually," she said, standing up.

She walked over suspiciously, something hidden behind her back, and then she suddenly leaped. I turned to run but she landed on my back and placed something over my hair. I rushed to the fireplace mirror to see what she'd done to my hair. A dark, pine green band was nestled lightly in my hair. It looked nice…until I saw my deadly straight hair. It was nice…but it wasn't me. I didn't need to change this much. Something would have to be done about it.

I caught sight of my eyes in my reflection and touched my cheek. I began to worry about previous thoughts. They turned golden around 19 months after I had changed, but now I worried again due to the fact that we might come in contact with somebody we knew. They obviously weren't the same as before, the same colour as the ones that now peered up at me from the face of my daughter. Renesmee stared intently at my face, curling one of her auburn ringlets around her finger absentmindedly. She looked worried too.

Her hair reminded me of Charlie which didn't help. I knew Charlie could tell there was a difference in my eyes, the day I walked in without contacts for the first time ever; he stared at me for ages. Edward had told me he was persuading himself with a viable reason for the change. 'Need to know', right?

Within the past 5 years, we Cullen's had to leave Forks to re-start life again. We hadn't moved far, only to the state of North Dakota. It wasn't too far away if Charlie needed us, but far enough that we wouldn't cause suspicion by seeing anybody we knew. Our story had to change due to my addition.

Carlisle and Esme were still the adoptive parents. Jasper and Rosalie, still twins. However, Emmett was Rosalie's newlywed husband and were often travelling the United States. Alice and I claimed to be sisters, with me being older by a few years. Edward and Renesmee were Uncle and niece. We used this idea from Edwards quick explanation when we fist told Charlie. I disliked this idea. I wanted to tell everyone she was my daughter, that this beauty was mine, but I knew what was best, and I grudgingly kept my mouth shut.

I kept telling myself that we wouldn't be staying here long. Carlisle thought it best that only a short stay would be best, firstly, this would be good practise for me, but in a few decades, many people we had to hide from would have moved or past on to the afterlife. Something I knew but didn't want to think.

So for now, the people of North Dakota believed that we were all University students, obviously ranging in our years, hence why they never saw us a lot. Also, for the past 3 years we started a rumour of taking long holidays in the summer, as even though the winters were very harsh, dark and cold, the summers brought the opposite. Hot, burning suns and very clear skies. We had to stay low.

I finally realised what it was like to live up to mythical vampires. Hiding all day in a house…I relished in any chance we got to visit the outside of our house, and these were one of those days.

Another positive of moving away was the chance to; well…just get to know myself. I and Edward could roam the forest in peace, flexing my muscles and just generally being…together.

I sighed at the irony. We were always together, except for now. He, Emmett and Jasper had gone off hunting for the weekend, letting Alice claim me for a 'quick' shopping trip, and a visit to Charlie's. I might have changed physically, but I still disliked shopping.

Renesmee stood up and hugged me round my waist. In the past 5 years, Renesmee had grown a lot. She was claiming to be a 14 year old teenager, not that's he knew many people in which she had to lie about her age. My beautiful 6 year old daughter only looked 14, but had the mental capacity of a mature adult. Her growth was noticeably slowing, but she was still too noticeable to outsiders. She too was hidden away from the rest of the world.

She stood now at an elegant height of 4ft 11 inches. She was going to outgrow Alice soon, something which recently resulted in many jokes in Alice's direction. Renesmee had begun to grow into a woman rather than a chilled. She had begun to develop a waist and she was becoming beautiful. I could see she would always remain perfect. She too dazzling to the extremes. Nobody could ignore her when she was able to walk freely.

She too was thick white tights and a long sleeved green dress. I sighed.

"Really Alice, what is with all this green?" I gestured at myself and Renesmee, and then spotting Alice's shoes, bag and bracelets, pointed towards her.

She giggled. "Were going to Forks…what other colour would me more suitable?"

I laughed as well, remembering fuzzy human memories where I thought Forks was 'too green'.

Renesmee started laughing as well and I looked down to see her beautiful smile. I sighed when I saw her eyes. I looked back to Alice pleadingly. My worries had come back.

"Alice…are you sure that…if we did meet someone, my eyes won't be…a giveaway that possibly something has happened?"

Alice smiled and hugged me, pulling me in close. "Bella," she whispered. "It will be fine." She pulled away. "That's why I asked you knot to hunt yesterday. You're eyes have darkened enough, that they DO look like your originals." She gestured to Renesmee.

I wasn't convinced. "But I can tell the difference, especially when were together. I should get the contacts." I turned to walk up the stairs, but Alice had already blocked my way.

"You're not human. Of course you can tell the difference. Humans won't be able to tell the difference….relax."

She stared at me, her eyes trying to probe some emotion. I sighed and nodded. I guess it would be alright.

I started stroking Renesmee's hair. "Hey! Why does Nessie get to keep her curls?" I accused.

Alice chuckled. "Nessie changes enough without my help," she said, patting Renesmee's arm.

"Yeah, I guess…" I murmured.

Alice shot to the door and opened it. A cold wind swept round the room blowing my hair. Renesmee shivered beside me.

"Momma, I'm cold," she whispered. Alice shut the door and rummaged in her oversized bag. She pulled out a soft black coat, a scarf and a pair of gloves – green of course. I giggled as she handed me the scarf and gloves. I wrapped the scarf gently round Renesmee's neck, as Alice put the gloves on. We helped Renesmee into the coat, and then we were ready.

Renesmee nodded as I looked her, concerned. "It's hard to remember somebody so perfect still has human needs." Alice said.

And with that, we walked out into the cold and rushed to climb into my Ferrari.