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So here you are; the first chapter of this story. Enjoy :)

NB: 17/07/2010 – I have severely revised this chapter and changed/updated the language, ideas and style used, and the ending has definitely changed. If you've read this story before, I suggest you re-read this again to be up to speed with the story.

Bella POV

Today was the start of my month-long stay at the Cullen's, and naturally, Alice was first to grab me as soon as I came through the front door, leaving Edward to carry my one suitcase of clothes up to his room. I'd have rather joined him, but I can't physically resist the force that is Alice.

I was sitting cross-legged on the middle of Alice's colourful taffeta bed, getting a fashion lesson from the devil herself. I was honestly trying to pay attention, I could agree with her that I didn't have the best fashion sense, but my mind was drifting off somewhere else. My happy place...

"Bella!"

I quickly snapped my head up in her direction, feigning looking interested. "Huh?"

Alice sighed knowingly, and dropped down to my level – which wasn't far down for little Alice – in front of the bed. "I was just saying," she repeated slowly, like I was a brainless, dim-witted person, "you would look great in this," holding up an emerald-green metallic dress.

I studied it, not really knowing what I was supposed to look for. It was rather beautiful though, but I didn't want to let that show.

"Look at this! The shape around the waist would accentuate all your curves, the ruffled fabric on the shoulders would look great with your collar bones, and the length is perfect to show off your gorgeous legs," she finished rather indulgently.

I rolled my eyes at her, who was I, a scrawny, plain girl with pale legs, to go up against Alice, Rosalie and Esme in the field of beauty? Even though Edward would say I was beautiful all the time, I still couldn't believe him.

"That's nice," I complemented, rather dejectedly, looking down at a piece of loose thread on the bed.

Alice leaned closer and whispered into my ear, clearly intending for only me to hear, "This is the exact colour Edward's eyes were when he was human."

My eyes widened unbelievably and I looked at a smiling Alice. I looked back at the dress and suddenly viewed it in a new light. Maybe I wouldn't look too bad in it. Sure, the ruffled edges looked kind of ridiculous, but I could see why Alice had picked it out. Edward always seemed to be drawn to my collar bones like a magnet to metal. The ruffled edges would definitely bring them out; maybe I would push Edward a bit more.

Of course I didn't like to push Edward. I knew there was a fine line between his lust for me and his desire for my blood. If I pushed him too much in either direction, he would grow scared and pull away. I just wanted to see how far I could get. Edward and his rules...

"So, I take it you'll wear it then?" Alice looked at me hopefully, although she probably already knew the answer.

"Wear it where?"

"Um, well, Bella. I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but you really need to get out more," Alice replied, her perfect eyebrows raised. "I mean, you have the perfect opportunity now! You're living with the Cullen's for a month. It's gonna be one big party!"

I cringed. I should have joined Charlie in Portland after all. "Well... I go to the library and the movies sometimes, and, uh..." I was stuck for ideas of what I had done in the past months that wasn't either at my house, the Cullens, or at school.

Alice sighed irritably, "Come on, you and I both know what I mean, now get your behind of my bed and strip."

As soon as Alice said that word, an audible, loud crash came from the south side of the house, the direction of Edward's room.

"Oh, come on Edward, it's not like I haven't seen her naked before," stated Alice.

Another loud bang came from Edward's room, and I immediately realised he could see Alice's thoughts. Before I could help it, a small giggle burst from my lips, and I turned to Alice and hit her arm lightly, earning a big smile from Alice, and a rolling of the eyes from me.

"Okay, back to work young lady," and I sighed and began to take my top off.

After a lengthy struggle with the dress, I was staring into a full-length mirror. Staring at someone, only I couldn't believe that someone was actually me.

The figure in the mirror was beautiful, I saw it for once. The dress was great; Alice's fashion skills were awesome. The dress was tucked in neatly at the waist, the ruffles made it a bit fun. The length could have been a bit longer, as it came in at mid-thigh, but otherwise it would have looked wrong proportionally I would think. It was a tight fit; however Alice said that was this season's style.

Alice looked upon her choice on me with a great, gleaming sparkle in her eyes.

Suddenly, there was a determined knock on the bedroom door.

Alice sighed, "Not now Edward, you're not supposed to see the dress till the day of."

"The day of what?" I questioned. When I had asked her where I was going to wear the dress to before, she had just spun the conversation around and turned on me, and I hadn't even realised. Annoying, clever little pixie.

"Alice, I will tell Bella about all your plans for the day of if you don't let me in right now," he threatened.

Alice started towards the door, muttering, "If you want to be difficult," before opening the door to let Edward in.

He rushed through the door and turned to look at me. I smiled hesitantly at him, and his lips started curving up in a smile as he looked at my face, but when he glanced downwards and took in the rest of me, his mouth dropped into a wide O shape.

I looked down, blushing. Was that a good sign or a bad one?

I felt a small quick breeze and a finger lift up my chin.

"Three minutes and seven seconds," Alice grumbled as she turned out of the room.

Edward desperately looked between my eyes, then suddenly grabbed me forcefully and took me into a searing, passionate kiss.

This kiss was unlike the ones we shared every day. Because of his razor sharp teeth and venomous mouth, he stayed tight-lipped most of the time. Don't get me wrong, kissing Edward was magical, whenever it happened; it was my favourite time of the day.

I wrapped my arms tightly around him and fisted his hair. This kiss didn't remind me of those shared when Edward had left to fight off James and Victoria, or like the one after my ill-fated 18th birthday party. Those kisses were filled with desperation.

This kiss was passionate, and filled with love. He wrapped his arms around my waist and continued to kiss me in a fervent fire.

As I started to feel light-headed from the lack of oxygen, Edward did something he'd never done before. He ran his smooth tongue right over my lips.

I gasped and he let go of me, smirking at my reaction. I panted in puffs of air, smiling at this new revelation of Edward breaking his carefully carved boundaries.

"What are you smiling at?"

I looked up at him, and fired his question back at him, "What are you smiling at?"

"Touche, Miss Swan," he commented, smiled my favourite crooked smile, and swooped in to kiss my lips again quickly. He then proceeded to kiss me on both cheeks and my forehead.

"You are so beautiful," he stated, resting his forehead on mine. "You are the best thing that's happened to me in my existence. I love you. So, so much. Please know that."

"I love you, too, Edward," I replied, gazing into his beautiful golden eyes.

That was the moment Alice chose to burst back in the room, ruining the magical moment that had been created. "Time's up Edward, get out," and in a playful growl she added, "or I'll make you."

Edward didn't indicate that he'd heard Alice at all, he just give me a small kiss on the lips, before saying "I love you," again, and walking silently out of the room.

Still dazzled by Edwards presence I fell back on the bed behind me and closed my eyes. Because of Edward's old-fashioned upbringing, he was such a gentleman at these times. One of the many reasons I loved him with all my heart.

"So Bella, I believe you just witnessed our problem, and one of the ways we can help to fix it."

What was Alice talking about? That was an amazing kiss I just received from Edward, maybe one of the best ever. How could Edward kissing me be a problem?

Seeing the confusing look on my face, Alice continued, "Edward thinks of you as an innocent, young angel, Bella. He thinks that anything more than kissing will hurt you. You have to show him you're not a child; you have to show him you are a beautiful, young, eighteen-year-old woman. We have to make you irresistible to him, and this is the perfect time, Bella! I have you for a whole month. We can dress you up in better clothes, and do your hair every morning, and before you know it, Edwards's rules will be out the window!"

I bit my lip, an annoying habit I always had when I was nervous or embarrassed.

Alice raised her eyebrows, "Or do you want to wait till you're a forty-year-old virgin?"

"I'm never going to be forty Alice, you know that," I whispered quietly, wanting Edward not to hear.

"Fine, do you want to have to wait until after Edward changes you in who knows how many years?"

I flinched. The whole family and I had already had this discussion, and we were going to wait until I was graduated from Forks High before entertaining the idea, although Edward never actually said how long he was going to wait after. Was he going to wait until I was in my twenties till he changed me? If he was ever going to?

"It's only a few months away, Alice," I reminded her, scared my thoughts were actually correct.

"A few months is a long time, Bella. I'm surprised Edward has been able to withstand his need this long."

I blushed furiously, and my eyes widened at the way Alice talked about this in such an oddly crude way. How did we get onto this subject?

"Oh, come on, Bella. You must have noticed it by now."

I looked down. I had noticed it before. Whenever we got into a rare heavy make-out session, I could feel it pressing into my stomach. Maybe he wanted me in that way as much as I wanted him. I had to admit, sometimes I could feel the tingling in between my legs, and I really wanted to do something more than just kissing. That was when Edward usually pulled away.

That's when I came to a realization. With his super-human sense of smell, could he actually smell... me? I whimpered, my heart rate rising, my cheeks reddening even more. Oh . My .God.

I looked up again at Alice, and she smiled at me knowingly, with a glint in her eyes, "So, when should we start?"

I swallowed heavily, having an idea of what she meant, but deciding to play dumb, I asked her, "start what, exactly?"

Alice sat as close to me on the bed as possible without actually sitting on my lap, whispering in my ear, "You need to seduce him, Bella, until he can't take it anymore. I want what's best for you and my brother."

The door opened quickly, and I didn't look up, frightened it was Edward overhearing our conversation.

What I next heard shocked me.

"Can I help?"

Rosalie, in all her glory, was standing at the door. Was she talking to me?

"Yes, great idea, Rosalie," Alice said cheerfully, oblivious to my confusion.

Rosalie closed the door behind her and moved gracefully to the foot of the bed, hesitating for a second before sitting down there. She smiled timidly at me and then turned to Alice.

"Well, let's see," Alice started, her eyes constantly flickering between me and Rose and she talked.

"We'll need to dress her every morning in killer outfits, " I cringed, I could already feel the pain, "at least, they'll have to be better than the sweats and budget clothing she wears now. We'll need to take her lingerie shopping," my eyes widened and I started feeling uncomfortable, "so she can sleep in nighties and wear lace to agonize him. We should take her to dance classes to improve her klutziness." I broke into a sweat at this point, were they actually trying to torture me and not Edward?

Alice continued, ignorant to my reactions, "We need to teach her some tricks and techniques we use with Jasper and Emmett." I nearly choked.

"We might need some makeup and hair improvements, maybe a spa day could do some good –"

"Alice," I quickly interrupted, "that's really not necessary".

"Why, spa days are great for your –"

"No, I mean, it's great that you want to help me and everything, but –"

"No buts, Isabella Marie, you're doing this, whether you want to or not."

I had tried to reason with Alice, but she unleashed the force of her eyes on me, and played the guilty card, saying she never got to go to the spa for anything like massages.

It worked for her, and she said I would thank her in the end. Apparently, it was a win-win situation.

I loved Alice, really, it was just when she pulled stunts like these that she really became that annoying pixie.

The first phase of the plan commenced immediately. She flew into her huge wardrobe, and began pulling outfits off the racks and tossing them at me left, right, and centre.

Rosalie caught any outfits that I missed, and took the rest out of my arms to lay them on the bed. Alice whizzed around the room like a tornado, grabbing things out of drawers, off the top of stands, and out of the bathroom.

Within seconds, the whole bed was covered in things. Because Alice was so tiny, I thought there would be no way I could fit in her clothes.

Alice was re-arranging everything at vampire speed. I could see outfits being put together. I looked at one particular outfit with a blue, v-neck blouse and grey shorts, blinked, and saw the blue blouse now accompanied a short white skirt.

I stared at all the clothing and accessories tossed on the bed in strategic piles and silently begged Alice if I could just go into Edward's room and spend time with him. This was the part of the Cullen's extended sleepover I was sure I wouldn't mind missing.

Alice snapped her fingers in front of my face and I tore my gaze away from the clothes to look at her.

"Now, Bella, which one do you think is best?"

I mumbled, "I'm amazed you actually asked me," earning a narrowing of the eyes from Alice.

There were more than a dozen outfits, complete with accessories, lying there. The common trends with all of them were that their bottom halves were incredibly short, like the black shorts and the white mini-skirt.

I worked with a process of elimination. I knew Edward loved blue on me, so that narrowed it down five. One of them was the blue v-neck blouse with the white mini-skirt. I found the skirt a bit too short for my likings, so I knocked that out. The next one was a beautiful cashmere sweater that was navy blue, but there were some oddly bright geometric patterns on the middle of it. The third one was a blue dress than was tight until the waist, where it fanned out into wider heap of netted blue material. The fourth was some jeans and a simple white t-shirt, which was my favourite so-far. The fifth was a blue jacket with a black-and-white leopard print.

"Um, I like most of the blue ones," I said softly.

After a moment, I looked at Alice, who was nodding but had a calculating expression on her face, like she was trying to figure out a big equation of some sort.

"OK, Bella, let's try all of them on then."

An exhausting hour-and-a-half later, I had tried on the five outfits.

Alice was happy with all of them, making adjustments to the lengths and patterns on the clothes, and just like a real seamstress, a linen ruler was slung around her neck. Thankfully she didn't prick my skin though. That would have not been good in a house full of ravenous vampires.

My favourite choice, the blue jeans and white t-shirt, quickly became my least favourite outfit. Alice had taken it upon herself to cut about half the material off the t-shirt, which made it look like a rag, before sowing some strings together and making it look like a masterpiece of fashion. That didn't that it meant I liked it. Basically the whole back was no longer there, and the sleeves had been cut in half.

Apparently, that was Rose's favourite, and it was to be my outfit for the day.

After the other outfits were being taken off the bed and put back in their respective places, I was pushed into a salon chair in front of a humongous mirror and having my hair coaxed into a million different styles.

The next thing I knew, I felt some dabbing around my eye. Then I realised my eye was closed.

Huh. Must have fallen asleep.

I sat up and opened my eyes, and looked with shock into the mirror. It was the second time in a day that I didn't believe the person staring back at me in the mirror was actually Bella.

My hair had been straightened, but had soft natural curls at the ends. I could see little bits of honey and red highlights coming out of the brown mass. My eyelids had been coated with dark eye-shadow, and my eyelashes had some mascara. My face had a light blanket of foundation.

"Wow."

I saw Rosalie staring at my reflection in the mirror.

"Yeah, I agree."

I looked at Alice who was smiling at me, "I think were done here."

I got out of the chair and started for the door but a bouncing Alice grabbed my hand, "Bella, that's it for the day, but tomorrow evening we are going for some dancing lessons, and this weekend we will be going to Seattle to do some shopping and go for a spa day."

I groaned. Alice was widely grinning at me, like it was some huge, exiting event to be having.

"Fine," I said curtly, and Alice released my hand.

I rushed towards Edwards's room, but he wasn't there. I then went more carefully down the staircase, not wanting to trip. I arrived in the family room to see a gaping Edward, grinning Emmett, and Jasper with his eyebrows raised almost to his hairline.

I made my way quietly to the loveseat, head down, biting on my lip, and sitting next to Edward.

"Well, what do you think of my masterpiece?"

Everyone turned their attention away from me, thank god, and focused on Alice, who was coming down the stairs towing Rosalie behind her.

'Where is she, anyway?' Emmett started, looking back at me.

"You look beautiful, Bella," Jasper put in, winking in my direction. Alice flew down the stairs and punched him in the arm.

"You too, sweetheart," he drawled, kissing her on the nose quickly. I smiled at their affection.

Edward pulled his arm over me and gave me a quick kiss. "You're exquisite, my love." He crooned, and I found myself once again dazzled by his perfectness.

I smiled a small smile and muttered thanks, a blush arising in my cheeks.

Please, please, please can you review? This is my first story and my first chapter I have uploaded (that is not a prologue) and it's pretty long! Well, thanks for reading so far!

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