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Now that that's out of the way, I would just like to say that this chapter is dedicated to Stephanie aka Daddy's Little Cannibal, who sadly died in a car accident recently. She was a really talented writer and I would recommend you going and reading some of her stuff.

From Satan's Pixie

Chapter 3: Illness

" MY DEAREST LIZZY,

I find myself unwell this morning, which, I suppose, is to be imputed to my getting wet through yesterday. My kind friends will not hear of my returning home till I am better. They insist also on my seeing Mr Jones - therefore do not be alarmed if you should hear of his having been to me - and excepting a sore throat and headache there is not much the matter with me." 'Pride and Prejudice' by Jane Austen, chapter 7

Just as mother had wanted, Alice had had to spend the night at Riverview due to the rain. The next morning I received a letter from Alice which read:

"My dear Bella,

I'm feeling unwell at the moment which is probably due to getting wet yesterday. My dear friends are refusing to let me come home until I am better. They are also insisting on me seeing Mr Stanley - so don't worry if you hear that he has visited me - and except a soree throat and a headache there is nothing wrong with me.

Yours, Alice"

I looked up at mother, feeling worried.

"I should go to her." I said, frowning slightly in my worry.

"There's nothing for you up at Riverview, you would do far better to go to Port Angeles and meet the officers with your sisters." She snapped. I groaned inwardly, I'd forgotten that there was a regiment staying in Port Angeles.

"No mother, I'd much rather see Alice." I replied calmly.

" I guess that's the cue for me to order the carriage." Father smiled.

"No father, that's alright. It's a lovely day and I'd much rather walk. It's barely 3 miles." I stopped him.

"Walk 3 miles? In all that mud? You won't be fit to be seen!" Mother gasped incredulously.

"I'll be fit to see Alice which is all I want." I replied.

I won the argument and so set off to walk to Riverview. It didn't take me long and when I arrived I was shown in to see Mr Hale.

"Miss Isabella Swan." A servant announced as I was shown into the drawing room.

"Miss Isabella, I am guessing that you have come to visit your sister." Mr Hale smiled at me.

"Yes, I felt that I should come and see how she is. Also I wanted to thank you for taking care of her." I smiled back.

"It's no bother. I will show you where she is staying." He led me out the room. As soon as we had left I heard Tanya burst out:

"Did you see her skirts? Six inches deep in mud!"

"Well, her petticoats!" Rosalie gasped.

"Did you see the mud Mr Cullen?" Tanya simpered.

"Yes I did, but I also noted that her face seemed brightened by the exercise." Mr Cullen replied simply.

"I'm sorry about them." He apologised.

"Don't worry about it, you're not the one who should have to apologise." I smiled.

Alice was very ill but she seemed comfortable enough. Mr Hale invited me to stay myself until Alice was better.

"I wish I could just stay up here with you, I'd rather spend three hours with Jessica than the terrible sisters. Only your Mr Hale pays any attention to me." I sighed.

"He's not my Mr Hale." Alice said, blushing.

"I think he is, or he very soon will be." I smiled knowingly.