Hi guys ! It's been a while since I last wrote anything. Too much time has passed, and I'm not sure I can really write anything readable anymore.
I'm French, but I've been reading books in English since I was 14. I'm therefore looking forward to writing in English a story I've already all in mind.
But before being ridiculous, I'm intending to translate, in the most correct English I can, the fanfic I once wrote in French a few years ago. It's a Twilight fanfic, which took place just after the third book was written. I hadn't read the fourth one, of course, and this was my vision of what the last book of the Twilight saga should have been. I'm surely going to make some modification, but if you are eager to read something in French, who knows?, here is the link to the original version of the story that follows.
Please, feel free to make any comment you'd like about my writing : what you think of the story itself, the way I write it, all the mistakes I could make, either in grammar or in the vocab I'll use.
Thanks for at least having read this.
Hoping you'd like it.
Delynn Lie
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Chapter one
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Least one hour
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Never would I have imagined such a thing. My reflection in the mirror of the Cullen's bathroom stared at me with wide eyes. It was weird, scaring, somehow. I hadn't realized that I had stopped breathing. My horrified staring at myself was broken by a light knock on the door, and Alice's concerned little voice. 'Bella, you all right? Open the door. Please.'
I forced some fresh air in my lungs and resigned myself to let her in. Her beauty, as always, struck me. Her perfect face lit with some kind of ecstasy, her golden eyes shining with excitement. As always, I flushed and I couldn't hold her gaze. I looked away, unfortunately right into the mirror and myself, and I was red faced instantly. Now, I looked like a red lobster in a rag… a white, rag.
'Bella, you look gorgeous', said my future (soon enough) sister-in-law.
Seeing my cheeks becoming redder and redder, she said: 'What now? Would you rather wear your old blue jeans? If you want to walk through the alley at a vampire's arm, you ought to be more… dressed, don't you think?'
I shot her a dark look. 'You may not like my jeans, but Edward does!'
'Well, you wouldn't have get married in some worn out sneakers! Bella, look at you, you are beau-ti-ful!'
I glanced at my reflection with a critical eye. I had been forced to put on a white dress. Well, indeed, it was MY white WEDDING dress! It was Alice's dreamt dress, no doubt: designed in last century's fashion, with point lace and low-necked (I hadn't succeed in persuading her that a long-necked dress would trigger Edward's ire).
'Now, let's put some make up on your pretty face!' She giggled.
'Alice!' I moaned.
'What now?'
'Won't you please let me as I am? For once!'
As I said so, her wore the most horrified look I'd ever seen on her pretty face.
'No make-up? Nor hairdressing?' She seemed to consider my pleading seriously. I crossed fingers behind my back. 'No', she said eventually shaking her head. I have nothing against you being natural. But NOT on your wedding day.'
With a sigh, I gave up and sit on the bathtub edge. 'Okay, okay. But hurry up, I won't be patient!'
She smiled the biggest smile and had me closing my eyes. I had to gather all my strength to stay still and patient while she was savaging what I was considered was… me. She first powder my nose before she lead off on my eyes.
'What do you like better? Blue or pink?'
'Errh…'
'Pink would be terrific!' she answered before I could respond anything.
'Don't be too heavy on the make-up!' I begged.
'Don't worry, dear, you can trust me!'
I mumbled some 'if you say so' not convinced at all. When she was done with the mascara and all the paraphernalia, I opened my eyes and couldn't restrain a scream.
'What's happening in there?' asked Jasper whose head appeared at the door. He shot a look at Bella and frowned. 'Alice, you shouldn't put that much red lipstick's on her, it looks like… blood.'
I stiffened.
'I trust you in making it look better. I have to prepare the carriage. See you later girls!' and he left.
Suddenly, doubt filled my thoughts. I shot an inquisitive look at Alice, who was whipping the red off my lips, replacing it by a pale pink. 'Tell me', I said as she struggled now with my hair, 'when he spoke of a carriage, he didn't mean… a well decorated car, right?'
Alice bit her lower lip, a shining spark in her eyes. I couldn't stand more.
'NO! No no no! Don't tell me there's a carriage with real horses waiting for me anywhere!
She even didn't look embarrassed.
'Well, why not? Wouldn't you be pleased?'
'Of course I won't, Alice! A carriage! What else? A crown with blue sapphires on it? '
'Don't be silly! Only Queens wear such crowns, Bella' she told me the most seriously way. 'But…'
'But what? Is there anything else you forgot to tell me?'
She nodded slightly.
'Look, Bella, stop complaining, okay? You are beau-'
I jerk suddenly. Unable to handle both my anger and my hair, Alice had forgotten how strong she was and had pulled on my hair, tearing my fragile skin off my skull.
'Sorry. Really, I don't see why you keep complaining like this! You're going to marry the man of your dreams, who appears to be a rich vampire who can afford offering you everything you desire, and soon, you'll be one of us!'
'But I don't desire any of what you're offering me now!'
'Well, then, never mind.'
I observed a strict and obstinate silence, as did Alice. She struggled with my hair some more time then stand aside, letting me see my reflection in the mirror. I was agape. In front of me stood a beautiful young woman. I said beautiful? Really? Since when did I say such things of me? Aware of Alice's eyes on me, waiting and analyzing my every reaction, I whispered: 'Alice, you've done a great, great, job'.
She smiled at me faintly. 'Do you?'
I nodded.
'I'm glad you like it. Now, we go down stairs!'
I could not stop begging her for mercy. 'Hurry up! Don't be late at the church!'
Gathering all my strength, I left the bathroom, followed by Alice. We walked down the stairs while Jasper hissed jokingly as we stood before him.
'You're a beauty, Bella!' He offered me his arm and we crossed the living room to the doorway. I grimaced seeing the carriage waiting for me in the alley. I sighed.
'What?' asked Jasper with a smirk.
'Nothing. Let's go, since I haven't got any choice!'
