Winner Takes All

-Ivory Princess-

A/N: Okaaayyy, I have not written in about a year or so... so, please be gentle on this one-shot. The following is meant to take place in Breaking Dawn at the wedding of Bella and Edward. I hope you enjoy it and remember, go easy... It's like trying to ride a bike again. ;-)

As I watched him scoop my beloved–Betrothed, I corrected myself--into his arms, I felt the overwhelming rage in myself to begin its grueling process. The jealous rage always began whenever he was around her. To be honest with myself, it began even when he was not around her. It began with the mere mention of his name.

"Mangy dog," I muttered harshly. Yes, I admit, my tone was bitter.

I was giving Bella what she wanted. A dance with Jacob Black–rabid dog and...best friend. It was hardly understandable, even to myself, of why that particular reference to Jacob bothered me so.

Perhaps it's because I would hope to be her best friend someday.

Now, with her last name as my own, it could happen. I smiled at the sight of her smiling.

She was breathtaking. My wife. Then, the rage made its peak once more when I saw a tear roll down the side of her perfect face. What had that mutt done to her now? As I began to make my way towards them, Alice appeared from what seemed to be dust.

"And where are you going?" She demanded coyly. It was hardly the time for her to be annoying when I was about to murder a guest at my wedding.

"Get out of my way," I growled, roughly pushing past her. I was going to rip that beast apart for making my perfect Bella shed more tears. How dare he! I invite him to my wedding, let him dance with my wife, and this is what he does?! "It will be the last thing for certain," Oh yes, the monster underneath my surface was seconds from unraveling.

She's fine, Edward, Alice's voice intruded my thoughts with such a presence, it halted me in my brisk pace. I turned to face her with no slight hint of understanding. Let it go, her voice was softer now. "Alice," I spoke through clenched teeth.

She's happy. I loosened my jaw as I looked back to Bella. Jacob was wiping the tear he has so clearly caused from her pale cheek.

My sister's face held a sad smile as she walked towards me. "Why is it so hard for you to see, dear brother?" Alice glanced at Bella and smiled kindly. I found myself looking at the floor below us, trying to regain my composure. "You've won."

I stared at her quickly, unsure of what she meant. "I've won?"

Another smile. "Yes," We then looked at the dancing pair together. "Bella's name isn't Swan or Black–it's Cullen. She's one of us now." Her hand brushed my cheek as I turned to face her. "What's more? She's yours."

Alice left almost as quickly as she had appeared. She was right. No matter how in love Jacob Black was or how jealous I became–it all ended the same. Edward and Isabella Cullen.

My Bella.

She looked simply amazing in her dress.

No, I scolded, nothing is simple about the woman before me. She was magnificent.

"And she's mine," I felt the smile fall upon my lips as I began to walk towards the couple on the dance floor. As far as I was concerned, she would always be mine and not only that–it was my turn for a dance.