Disclaimer: I don't own anything that's worth money except for my sexy body…and I'm not into prostitution so…we're at a loss aren't we.

I apologize for the spelling errors, I'm not perfect.

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Fucked up quote from my own story: "Come on, Amazon. Let's start with my downstairs, first stop through the door, 'round the corner."

Alice has doors and turns in her downstairs apparently….vampires.

This story is affecting my own memory I think, I was applying to college today…only I stopped and went inside because the forms said Fall 2011, I told my girlfriend that I couldn't apply because they haven't updated the forms yet and they're still sent on the year 2011….she just looked at me, shaking her head she informed me that it IS 2011.

Chapter 6: My life sucks.

"Hmmmm…here we are." Alice, currently residing on the floor in front of her bed with tucked in knees, her chest resting on the top them; hands under the frame that are now latched onto something, pulling whatever it was towards us.

Standing behind the crouched woman on the hard wood floor, I waited for about five seconds before Alice flashed up and in front of me holding a clear container in her hands, clutching it to her chest. Inside I could clearly see some type of bunched up black leather, a set of scuffed and torn black boots and a metallic glint of a necklace carrying tags.

"I had to patch the jacket up a little, it was pretty torn. I didn't even bother with your boots, I figured you really wouldn't care but, you have to get some more…these are so not gunna last, I had to add some detail so they'd stay together. And then your tags of course." Alice pulled my jacket out showing me her reconstruction of the shredded clothing.

It was the deepest black leather; it had virtually no zipper only six straps of full length reaching across the torso. Helping me slip the jacket on Alice tucked the side with the receiving buckles under the one that had straps sewn on, working her way to buckle it tightly. She's so pretty…her fingers bring the strap through the red marble-like buckle, driving the lock mechanism through the hole of the strap. Finishing the other straps quickly, she then walked around me a few times checking her work.

Two pockets adorned the front of the jacket pulled closer together, more straps and buckles with the same dark red stone-like material latching them closed. The collar high, ending right below my jaw line rimmed in a dark maroon, the same color embodied a small 23 on the left side of the collar.

Sweet.

Finished circling me like a vulture Alice pulled the boots out of the clear container, setting them down by my feet. Looking up at me as I stood looking back at her questioning, she yanked my pants leg signaling me to lift my foot. This is impossible, a hot woman on her knees putting my shoes on for me.

Lifting my foot without complaint Alice helped me slip my foot into the large black boots. Getting my feet settled into the comfortable soles of the shoes; two straps rest on top of each boot, more dark red buckles latch them tightly around my feet. Above the tread, dark red stone trimmed the bottom of the boots, leading up to a slender hole, accurately located where my blades come out at, surrounded by the cold red details. Another 23 located on the back of my right heel in more maroon. I think my favorite colors maybe red and black….

Scuffs and slight tears rip at the boots, shit kickers really. I already love them.

"What all did you alter?" Alice was already up looking at me in anticipation waiting for my reaction, she stood only inches from me; her hands locked together in front of her, holding the tags.

"Well, your jacket's zipper was completely ripped out, a few tears in the back that I had to sew up, it just adds character. I had to redo the buckles out of burgundy obsidian." She grinned in delight; she was definitely in her element.

"The tread was basically falling off of the boots; I screwed more of the obsidian on hoping it'd clamp the tread back on. Looks like it worked."

I smiled, I felt highly satisfied with my appearance now. Is there anything this woman can't do? Probably not…

Her head lifted up looking at me and I stared back just as strongly. Her hands rose bringing the necklace above my head, lowering it to my shoulders her right hand gently touched my left cheek on her way down. Setting the metal on the outside of my jacket around my neck, her hands slid down my shoulders in a somewhat intimate gesture.

Golden eyes grew misty, flecks of a deeper golden color swim in her iris's. Her brow furrows in concentration, confusion, pain, sorrow…every emotion I've ever felt slanders her face with their beings.

"I…I feel as though I've known you. There's something screaming inside me saying I know you somehow." The explanation of her marred face seeps from her supple pink lips.

"Well don't be upset about it Alice, isn't that a good thing?" I suck at consoling people, lack of memory or not….it's just obvious.

"It would be if I could remember what happened, it must have happened during my human life. I can't remember it, only sense things from that time." She leaned forward leaning her head on my shoulder, still upset about her revelation.

I would probably freak out about the contact but, it was Alice. This is an excuse to reply with my own contact….yes, I'd stoop that low, acting when she's vulnerable. With a hug.

My long arms hug her tightly to me, smashing her body into mine in desperation…because I felt like I knew her too, to be honest. She just seemed familiar, like an essence of my past. I don't know why but, does it really matter? Alice went with her senses, so will I.

Her own arms squeezed me back, gripping my leather jacket around my waist as if I might disappear. Now, this wasn't just about me anymore, her own unknown past was now tied in with mine in some way.

"It's okay Ali, we'll figure it out together, yes?" It seems as though Alice may bring out my soft side, I had all my answers from the family; no longer on edge I immediately melt into her hands.

I feel her nod against my shoulder, arms still squeezing me. She couldn't remember her life before being turned and it seems as if I may be an important link. I'm her only source, her lifeline to her once human life. I suddenly feel sullen, her mood affecting me.

"Is that why you were staring at me earlier, you just said something about my shaved body instead? It's not a big deal Alice, just look at me. I need to see those beautiful eyes." I lower my mouth down by her ear even though she could probably hear me miles away, I whisper, my voice barely audible.

Her head rose from my shoulder, the top of her head rests under my chin for a while in contemplation. Finally after what seemed like forever, clear radiant eyes looked into my concerned ones. She smiled, flashing her white teeth, calming me down more than I think I calmed her down; her hand cupped my cheek.

"No, I really was looking to see if you shaved…it's just the longer I stared at you the stronger my feeling of knowing you grew. It was weird, like a shock of recognition or something just zapped me." That makes sense….I mean what doesn't make sense anymore, people have powers and sharp teeth, emotions seem simple and clear cut compared to the rest of this stuff.

Still holding her in a slack embrace I question her fashion abilities, I need to get our minds off this, if only for a day.

"So….what's with the Obsidian? And…why do have that?" I keep coming up with logical questions…it's starting to boggle my mind.

"Mmm…well Jasper may or may not stone carving for a hobby, something he apparently did during the war and kept it up over the years. He's gotten quite good actually. The Obsidian on your jacket and boots is very durable, I just wanted to see if it'd work as well as metal or not. It's different, which is always good." Her hands resting on my chest now fumble with of the said buckles.

"I'm sure it'll work better than metal, I probably need to lessen my association with metal anyway…I already have more than enough as it is. Never gunna make it through an airport…" Alice giggled a little, probably picturing me trying to make it through the security.

"Hey, I need to get ready! We're shopping remember? It'll only take me a few seconds, wait patiently my innocent sacrifice." See this does not sound positive in the slightest…..

Alice blurred out of my arms, flying down out the door and down the hall to her bedroom turned closet; as I heard her rummaging through her clothes and what not I flopped onto her bed looking up to her white ceiling.

Interesting….white, bleh.

A sudden dip in the bed told me that Alice was back and ready to go, her dark hair caught my peripheral as I kept looking up at the ceiling.

"Rose wants to go with us so we have to wait for a few until she gets ready."

"That sounds awesome!" Yes, that is thick sarcasm there.

Alice whips her hand out and slaps my shoulder in exasperation.

"She's not that bad Bella, just takes a while to warm up to her. She's all about loyalty, she won't just jump into any relationship or friendship without some sort proof that it isn't a waste of time." So, she's just really guarded, that's better than her just being a bitch.

"I can work with that I guess. As long as she doesn't try to kill me over and over….hey, how long was I out for? Must've been long if you redid all my clothes."

"Actually, you were only out for a few hours, I just used my speed to my advantage…I didn't know when you'd wake up but, I wanted them done by then."

I turned to look at her. Still staring at the ceiling above us she seemed unaware but, I knew that she was aware of my staring. Reaching my hand over I poke her nose hoping to gain her attention….she soon turned her head in my direction, quirking an eyebrow, lips raised in a smirk.

"Yes?" It slips out with a false sweet undertone.

"Are you okay?" ….that was my awesome convo starter.

She looks back at the ceiling inspecting the perfectly laid on paint.

"Yea, it's just a little overwhelming knowing that I might've known you but, both of us have no memory of anything to really be of any help to each other."

"You think your overwhelmed? I dunwanna hear it lady, at least you know what you are." My eyes squinted incredulously, really?

"Yea, yea poor Bella. Come on you two, I would like to get out before all the traffic does, that way I can let my baby go free." Rosalie walked into the room, holding on to the door commanding us to go.

"But it's six in the morning…isn't that suspicious?" ….isn't it?

Bouncing up and down to make her way to the foot of the bed, Alice used one last bounce to spin in the air and land on her feet looking at me like I grew blades out of my head….which wouldn't surprise me.

"No silly. We have to beat traffic and by the time we get there it'll be around seven, we may have to wait an hour but, then we can take you to eat something nearby. The mall at the Port doesn't open until eight thirty." Alice thrust her hand out to me to help me up, I latched my hand onto hers and hauled my tall body off the bed.

"Right, whatever. I'ma just follow you cause you seem to know what you're doing." It was the truth…and I didn't want to look like a dumbass.

"Smart move, B. Well, let's go shall we?" Rosalie was already walking away when Alice stated her sentiments at my surrender; we followed behind her until we stopped in the living area.

Jasper and Edward were laid out together on one of the couches watching some war documentary about the civil war, while Esme and Carlisle were standing over the clear coffee table with different recipes spread over the surface. Emmett was nowhere to be found…

"Hi Bella, we're just going over different meals I can make for you, we plan on going to the grocery store while you girls are out." Esme was all but, bouncing with excitement, Carlisle just smiled at his wife wrapping an arm around her.

I was thinking about telling Esme I could….maybe manage my own meals but, she seemed overtly happy about it and to be honest I don't know If I could cook or not. Probably not, I'm just not digging it; my self-preservation skills don't even put up an argument about it.

So I just nod instead…

Rosalie started walking again whispering a small bye, Alice skipping behind her more or less yelled a bye to the occupants. I jerked into a walk waving at Esme and Carlise, Jasper was too into the movie and Edward was too into Jasper to really pay attention to my leaving.

We filed out into a garage were without a doubt luxury cars sat, waiting to be played with. We passed by a silver Volvo, a red convertible BMW and then we finally stopped at the third car. A yellow Porsche, fuck me. Alice stepped into the driver's seat, Rosalie flipped the seat forward for me to crawl my tall ass into the back while the blonde placed herself into the passenger seat.

Okay so the cars hot…but, it's not meant for tall people. So uncomfortable.

"Hold on." Alice whispered the warning to me sweetly, her eyes started flickering again and she squealed out of the garage, sliding across the concrete and flinging gravel behind her as we sped off towards the mall.

My feet were jammed under Rosalie and my head scratching against the roof of the car, I really hope we hit no bumps.

Okay yea, I ended it there.

Sorry for the long wait. Everyone decided to come to my house over the past couple of days.

I'm back though, I had to rework my plot and listen to Paramore to get back into the mood of writing.

College is so complicated, I'm trying to move out, transfer and get financial aid…pbbthh.

I'm okay now just gotta go make some chicken nuggets for dinner…..

I actually pronounce it chiggin' nuggets….strange, it's a southern thing I guess.

And no I don't have a thick southern accent, just a few words that I pronounce incorrectly due to my AMAZING heritage. Not really it sucks down here.

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