Living With Vampires
Chapter 1 – Shopping with Alice
Walking through the lonesome halls of the two story house made me feel even lonelier than I already am. Edward has to go hunting, he should. His eyes are getting darker than I've ever seen them before. It's probably the darkest I've ever seen his eyes—darker than when we returned from the Volturi.
I sighed walking down stairs and stared at the inside of the refrigerator. There were a lot of leftovers but nothing to cure my craving for something sweet―something chocolaty . . . chocolate.
I fumbled around the cabinets looking for anything that contains an ounce of chocolate. Then I saw a package of pudding mix. Pudding! Perfect. I took out the milk and began to stir the faux pudding. After two minutes I plopped myself on the couch and turned on the TV to get Edward out of my mind.
Sure, he was an almost indestructible vampire but a girl still has the right to worry especially since we are going to get married in August. I realize that August is cutting it a little too close, but considering Edward's original proposal of waiting a few years before turning me I realize August of this year is better than August of two years from now.
I want . . . no, I need to be a vampire. I don't want a second away from Edward, or for him to watch me grow old! And even though society these days claims that women who are forty are still ravishingly beautiful, I doubt that. If he's doing to say in his teens for the rest of eternity, then so am I.
I sighed a little too loud. I am such a pathetic excuse for a human being. I'm here at home with a bowl of mixed pudding in my lap while watching reruns of Will & Grace. I do have a life. But that life consists of a vampire who is out hunting, stupid hunting.
"Ranting much?"
I gasped, surprised.
"Alice! What are you doing here? I thought you were out hunting!" I said while I tried to calm down my speeding heart.
She shrugged slightly, "I went last week. I got bored and said to myself, 'You know what I haven't done with Bella for a while?'" she grinned.
My eyes went wide in fear, "No, nuh-uh."
She smirked, "Oh, yes. Oh yes I am!" she grabbed me and slung me over her shoulder.
"Alice!" I whined.
It was very demeaning to be carried over a person's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. It's even more so when it happens as frequently as it does to me.
"Oh, calm down! We're already here," she put me down to my feet.
I stared at the huge mansion in front of me and uttered, "It's not like I have a choice or anything."
"Nope," she said grinning. It was clear she is going to enjoy the one of the last legal forms of torture.
I whined as she dragged me up the steps, "Come on Alice, I'll do anything except this. What have I ever done to you?"
"Nothing, yet," she grumbled.
Alice pushed me a little too roughly on a chair as the transformation was about to begin...
"ALICE!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed.
"You like it and you know it," she stated observing every inch of my body.
I crossed my arms, "I look ridiculous!"
And I did. I look like Abercrombie & Finch threw up on me. The small denim mini skirt with black leggings and three layered short sleeve t-shirts with the words Abercrombie & Finch written is large and small print everywhere. And I had on those gigantic rounded sunglasses the celebrities love so much. What was the point of sunglasses if it constantly rained in Forks? And the purse was a Chanel or Coach or something else with obvious value.
I hate name brands. For one, they were overly priced and the fact that the style was always changing. I always get left in the dust. So my t-shirt and jeans combo has never failed me and I'm sticking to it. No matter how many 'in' clothes Alice keeps on buying me on our shopping trips that could last days. It can even last a month if Rosalie came with us. It's easy for them because they don't have to sleep eight hours a day like a certain human.
She waved her hand, "You are completely naive how fabulous you look in these clothes."
I tapped my foot on the wooden floor, "Are you done yet? I'm starting to get hungry."
"No silly," she giggled, "I haven't done your makeup yet."
Fifteen minutes later:
"What do I need make-up anyways?" I studied the smoky eye shadow, eye liner, and mascara combination Alice put on me a little too slow for her pace. I didn't want to admit it but it didn't look half bad.
"See," she smirked.
"Well, I see that you're done. So, I'll just be out of your way and leave," I started for the door.
"Oh, I'm not done yet," her smirk turned evil, "We haven't gone shopping yet."
My jaw dropped, "Shopping?"
"Shopping," she repeated smugly.
"Is this completely necessary?" I planted my feet a couple of inches in front of the next store that will undoubtedly take Alice an hour to find a couple of outfits.
"Yes it is," she dragged me inside with ease.
That really bugged me, especially since I used all my strength to pin my feet to the ground but all Alice did is use her index finger and her thumb and half pinched and half pulled me away.
"Alice!" I hissed.
She ignored me, of course.
"Look at this!" she pulled out a lacy tank top, "Which color should I get?"
"How about get one in each color?" I suggested sarcastically.
"Yeah, and I'll get you the blue ones! I know you only wear blue because Edward likes on you," she stated almost professionally.
Alice grabbed the majority of the tops on the rack dancing around the aisles as graceful as ever.
I looked down and blushed, "I like the color blue."
Alice continued to dance around the racks looking for more clothing to purchase. She gave out a little giggle now and then. I think it was because she saw how my face was twisted up in pain.
"Hello," she said to the cashier. It was a man who looked about twenty-five. He stared at Alice with his mouth open.
"H-Hello," he managed to get out.
Alice grinned slightly, "We'd like to buy these clothes," she said slowly so he could understand.
"I-I-I- um, o-o-k-k-kay," he stuttered.
Alice gave him the huge pile of clothes that was about as tall as herself.
"Here you go," she gave him a wad of cash after he rung everything else, "Keep the change."
She winked at him and turned around carrying the bags with ease. Unlike myself who only had seven bags, not fifteen like Alice, was barely keeping her breathing steady.
"Damn vampires and their super strength," I muttered to myself.
Alice heard me and busted out laughing. Somehow she thought that my annoyance was hilarious, "Ah, Bella. You are something all right."
I sat on a bench by the fountain and sighed, "I'm exhausted."
"I'm just getting started!" Alice was already starting off to the next store.
"Hey! Alice! Human, remember? We humans do this thing called eat frequently, remember?" I panted trying to keep up with her.
She stopped abruptly making me crash into her. I fell while she stood standing, "Oh. That's right."
I groaned. My stomach ached from hunger, my whole front part of my body was probably bruised from running into Alice, and now my butt was bruised because of this stupid floor.
"Come on now!" Alice pulled my hand and helped me up, "Let's go to this one little place over there," she pointed.
"McDonald's?" I said questionably. I despised McDonald's and their overly greasy food.
The second we entered to fast food 'restaurant' Alice crinkled her nose in disgust, "What is that smell?"
"Grease," I retorted.
"Well, that is the vilest—"
"Hello welcome to McDonald's," a woman with a thick Spanish accent said.
"I'll have a number one with a Coke," I passed her a five dollar bill.
"Thank you," she replied robotically.
I waited for a second and then I got my bag covered in grease. We took a booth and sat down. When I opened the bag Alice made a gagging noise.
"What is it?" I sighed.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Alice grimaced. Her delicate face was a bit paler than usual, I noted.
"But I thought that you can't," the confusion is probably clear on my face.
"Oh, we can. Believe me. We can. Poor Jasper didn't know what ice cream was and had chocolate flavored once the whole house wreaked of chocolate," she gagged at the memory.
"Oh, well that's different. You can wait outside or something—"
Before I'd even finished Alice was outside gasping for the cool crisp air. Apparently vampires didn't like McDonald's.
"Finally!" I cried out of exhaustion. I lay on the soft couch and groaned, "No more shopping."
"Silly Bella, it wasn't that bad. I thought it was fun," Alice sat on the lounge chair next to the couch.
"For you maybe," I scoffed. I bet her feet aren't killing her since she's already dead.
The door opened and the other vampires entered the house. I got up and wrapped my arms around Edward's neck and buried my face on his chest.
"Edward, it was horrible," I managed to get out.
He stiffened fearing the worst as usual, "What?"
"Alice took me shopping," I groaned looking up and gazed into his liquid topaz eyes, it was much better than his black ones he had earlier.
His body relaxed and he chuckled, "That's it?"
"It was horrible," I clutched on to him harder.
He wrapped his arms around me, "Bella."
I felt comfortable and safe in his ice cold arms. The next thing I knew it was black―I was sleeping.
A/N: This is the beginning of my rewrites. Yay!