Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, blah blah blah, yadayadayada. Stephenie Meyer does.
I heard the door opening downstairs, and recognized the floral scent flowing in the house as Bella Swan. She was happily calling Alice's name, and I chuckled. Ever since Edward had announced that him and Bella were engaged, I could feel the excitement level in the house rising daily. I had never expected Bella to be this into the wedding; she was always so reserved about events like weddings and parties. But, hey, they say love can make you do crazy things. I've done a few crazy things in the past, for my Alice…
1951
I waited by the motel door, waiting for Alice to return. Heavens knows where she went; with Alice, it's always unpredictable. I glanced at my watch. 5:20. She had been gone for about forty-five minutes. No big deal, right?
5:30. Where was she? I mean, it had only been about an hour. No real reason to worry. I was just being absurd…
5:45. I was still waiting outside the motel door, and I was beginning to attract suspicious glances from women who had started their shopping at the grocery store next to the motel. I had never been this impatient…living a hundred years makes days seem like minutes, minutes seem like seconds. So what was going on with me now?
It was 6:15. Now I was scared. Although I didn't want to leave the motel door, as if she would fade into thin air if I did, I decided that it would be best if I called the police. I mean, what if she had been kidnapped? I'm sure there were lots of madmen that would love to get their grimy hands all over my Alice and…I didn't want to think about that. I remembered that there was a phone in the motel room…I could call the police from there. That was the best idea that rang through my paranoid mind, and I decided to act on it.
I rushed through to the room in my swift vampiric pace, reaching the room in about ten seconds. I didn't bother to reach for the keys; this was an emergency! Of course I had to break through the wooden door to reach the telephone as soon as possible. I snatched up the telephone quickly and…of course. I snapped the telephone.
Damn it! I thought. What would I do now? Alice was probably waiting somewhere, scared to death. I ran through the doorway, leaving the door in the middle of the hall. I ran down to the main hall, even faster than I had before. I carefully took the phone at the front desk-why hadn't I used the phone there before? -and dialed. 9…1…1, I dialed.
"Hello? Hello? Is this the police? Yes, yes, I think my girlfriend has been kidnapped and raped," I said quickly. The receptionist, who had been idly reading a book at the front desk, looked up at me, horrified.
The voice on the other end of the phone was silent for what seemed like an hour.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Wh…what? Is there any reason for you to believe this?" the high-pitched womanly voice asked.
This time, I was silent for a few seconds. "Well…I haven't seen her for about an hour and a half," I finished.
The operator hung up.
I stood there for a moment, thinking about the past hour. What had I done? What was I thinking? I walked slowly to the room, and realized that I had left black scorch marks on the path to the room where I had run. I gulped.
Standing beside the broken door was Alice, jaw dropped. She was staring at the telephone, and then turned to face me.
I shrugged. "I got worried."
That's when we left that motel. And the state.