OH MY GOSH! I AM SO SORRY! I hope y'all didn't loose faith in me! it's just been really nice out, and I've been pretty busy. but I wont try and make more excuses. I hope y'all will forgive me!!!
well, anyway, this is the third chapter. so sorry for the delay. I'll even post another chapter right after this for you!
I raced towards the noise, to find Rosalie almost hyperventilating over a playboy pink 2007 Shelby Mustang GT-H. I laughed coming up beside her. Heidi had given it to me as a vampire birthday present as a joke.
"You like it?" I asked offhandedly.
"I love it!" Rosalie gushed.
"You want it?" I asked in the same tone.
"Hell ye- wait WHAT?! You can't just give me this car!" Rosalie exclaimed.
"I just did." I said handing her the keys off the wall beside the car.
"Really? OH MY GOSH! Thank you so much! It's amazing!" Rosalie screamed hugging me tightly. I hugged her back.
"Your welcome?" I said, almost like a question.
"Where'd you get it?" Rosalie asked, walking around her car.
"Heidi gave it to me when it came out as a joke for my birthday. All these cars are mine actually…" I trailed off.
"Seriously? All of them? How many are there?" Rosalie asked trying to see how far down the garage went.
"Only about thirty or forty. I get a few more every year. I have a bunch of old fixer uppers underneath here; I just never got around to fixing them." I shrugged. Rosalie gapped at me. "Carlisle, I suppose we should be getting you to Aro, before he thinks something happened." I said walking over to the rest of the Cullens.
"I suppose so. Are you coming with us Rosalie?" Carlisle asked.
"What? Yeah I'm coming." Rosalie turned from her car, and bounced over to us.
"Right this way." I said, leading them to a narrow stairway. Just above here was the reception room, and all the halls that lead to various places in the castle.
We reached the throne room quickly, and Aro, Cauis, and Marcus all stood as we entered.
"Thank you so much Princess, for making sure the Cullens got here safely." Aro thanked me. "Welcome Carlisle! It has been too long." Aro welcomed.
"It has Aro, a pleasure to see you again." Carlisle nodded.
"Aro, when we are done here, I promised Alice I would customize a cloak for her and of course any other Cullen that would like one. Could you ask a guard to prepare the room please?" I asked sweetly.
"Of course Princess." Aro nodded to Opal, a red headed vampire, who looked no more than 12.
"Of course Princess." Opal echoed, leaving the room.
The Cullens and Aro talked for a little more than an hour, and I stood in the background, a rare occasion, waiting them to be done.
"We should be getting settled in then Aro. We will speak later." Carlisle nodded.
I pushed myself off the wall, and walked over to them.
"So, Alice I assume you still would like to customize a cloak? Would anyone else like to join us?" I asked.
"We all should! If we are going to be here for three weeks or so, then we will want to go outside at some point." Alice chimed.
"Of course, you're right as always. Anyone who does not want to will not have to. Does anyone not want to?" Carlisle asked. No one spoke.
"Alright then. Right through this door." I said, leading them to a side door. Honestly, I had no idea where it led. I stepped into the doorframe, and imagined the room Opal had set up.
The room appeared on the other side of the door, and I motioned them through. After everyone was in, I closed the door, and pulled seven plain black cloaks from a cabinet.
"Who shall we start with?" I asked, holding up a cloak.
"ME!" Alice screamed running up.
"Sure Alice. No need to yell." I laughed, draping it over her shoulders. "Let's start with fitting it." I mumbled. I touched the edge at the bottom of the cloak, then dragged it up, the material disappeared below my finger (another oh so convenient power.) Until it brushed the floor.
"How long do you want it Alice?" I asked.
"I like it where it is." Alice said.
I pulled the hood up and it drooped down over her face. I lessened that so I just shaded her face.
"Do you want to change the colour or do you like it black? If I change the colour, it cannot be anything vibrant. Something still dark." I said.
"Um how 'bout making it a plum colour? Could there be like golden thread woven through it?" Alice asked.
"Of course." I took the cloak off her, and draped it over the table.
"Marque!" I shouted. A second later, he stood at the desk.
Marque had a bleach blonde foe-hawk with pink tips. His power was he could change the colour and fabric of anything. He was here because I liked his power, and he was an awesome fighter.
"What can I do for you Princess?" Marque asked. He had a very excited voice, no matter what he was doing.
"Alice would like her cloak to be plum coloured with gold thread through it." I said, motioning to the cloak on his desk.
"Sure. What kind of fabric do you want Hun?" Marque asked. Jasper stiffened when he said Hun.
Marque noticed Jasper stiffen, and looked up. His eyes got huge as he checked Jasper out. Yea, Marque was gay, that is one of the reasons I liked him, he wasn't always hitting on me. Jasper noticed and looked uncomfortable. The bronze haired male laughed, causing Marque to check him out. The male grimaced.
"Who's this?" Marque asked, winking at me.
"These are the Cullens. Our guests." I told him.
"Welcome…Cullens…I am Marque, practically Bella's fashion designer." Marque joked. He was one of the few who ever called me Bella.
"My name is Carlisle, this is my wife Esme. These are our children of sorts, Alice and Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett, and Edward." Carlisle introduced, nodding to everyone.
"Oh…he's taken…" Marque pouted, glancing at Jasper. I laughed.
"Sorry Marque. You'll find your prince someday." I comforted.
"Just not today. So Alice, have you decided on your fabric yet?" Marque asked, going into business mode.
"Silk I think." Alice said, smiling.
"As you wish." Marque picked up the garment, and held it out. He shook it once, then twice, and dropped it back on the table. After a moment, the black lightened to a plum, and little golden thread wove its way through the plum. Then the fabric changed. It smoothed, and softened, until it looked like silk.
"Alice, do you like it?" I asked as she examined it.
"I love it! But you said earlier we could add to it?" She asked.
"Yes, things like sleeves, or pockets, or buttons, stuff like that." I explained.
"Can I have two pockets on the inside?" Alice asked.
"Sure." I grabbed to pieces of fabric, it didn't matter what colour, and placed them on either side of the inside. I ran my fingers along the very edge of the fabric squares, and it melded into the silk, then I passed it the Marque, who worked his magic.
"There it is!" I exclaimed, draping it over Alice's shoulders. She tied it up, and skipped around the room.
"Thank you!" Alice exclaimed, looking and Marque and I. we nodded simultaneously.
"Who's next?" I asked.
A half hour later, we were finished. Jaspers was a very dark green, with plum woven through the hem. Marque made it out of satin. It had no extras on it, except a little pocket in the inside.
Rosalie's was a dark red, also made out of silk, and had hot pink thread woven through. There were two pockets side by side on the inside. Her cloak dragged on the floor a bit.
Emmett's was a dark blue, with black bits. He wanted his made out of faux fir, and the inside was cashmere. He had a blue button instead of the regular string, and two nearly invisible pockets on the inside.
Esme's was a dark purple, with lavender thread through it. It was made out of cotton. She had a silk string to tie it with and a drawstring just under her bust. She had two pockets on the inside.
Carlisle's was black, with the main colours of everyone's cloak woven through. He had a pocket on the right inside of his cloak. His cloak was also made out of Cotton.
Edward went last. His cloak was a deep golden colour, with black thread through it. He had a pocket on the left inside. It was made out of cashmere, and the inside velvet.
"Well, aren't we a colourful bunch!" Marque exclaimed, looking over his work, and the guys.
"Thank you so much Marque, I don't know what I would do with out you." I said giving him a hug.
"You would wear a very plain cloak, that's what." Marque laughed.
"What's yours look like Marque?" Alice asked.
Marque frowned. "It's plain and black, and made out of the same stuff as everyone else's. Aro insists that all the guards' cloaks be the same." Marque sneered.
"WHAT!?" I screeched. He had never told me that. "Marque, you make your cloak look however you want. I'll talk to Aro if he objects." I told him, scowling in general.
"Really? Thank you Bella! Oh, man I have to get to work...what should it be made of. What colours to use? Hmmm…" Marque trailed off.