Soprano and Bass Chapter 10: Construction, a twilight fanfic

Author's note: Okay so here is the next chapter. Mostly I'm trying to show development in the characters now; turning their personalities in to what they should be. Tell me if I'm doing a good job of that. If the design of the house is confusing you…well me too. Just humor it ok?

Enjoy!!

Chapter 10

Construction

This was the nearest time to being alone together that Alice and I had had since we met the Cullens. Esme, after showing us her blueprints and some of her favourite projects- she restored buildings and was also a talented decorator- left us alone.

"What did you do to make Edward give us this room?" I asked.

She thrilled a laugh, "It was just luck really, after I threw all his things out, Esme decided to extend the lower floor to make him a new room on the Western side with more shelving for his record collection. She obviously tried very hard not to think of it around him. All I had to do was show him his new room in my head. He'll pretend to be surprised." Her mood was so light so joyful. I drew nearer to her.

We were on the upstairs balcony which overlooked the forest. It was a beautiful sight- or rather it should have been a beautiful sight- all I could see was Alice. Her hair was rolled up in an elegant bun and her cream sweater clung softly to her body. She wore a pink ruffled skirt and her fingers played absently with the soft fabric.

I took her hand, she looked at me and smiled. I held her close to me just relishing her scent, her touch, her addictive aura…her presence. As I thought of how my life had changed since I met her, I chucked to myself, there was nothing to go back to, no life to revert to should this one fail…she was everything- no the only thing- I wanted, the only thing I needed.

As if to reciprocate the sentiment, she whispered, "I love you." I pulled her face up to meet mine and pressed my lips softly against hers. She was hesitant at first but then she responded fiercely, throwing me against the railing which gave way and we were falling. She was still clutching the front of my shirt when my back hit the ground with a muffled thud. The wet mud had muted the sound. We could have righted ourselves mid-air but I kind of liked her aggression.

"Alice?" called Esme, coming outside to check what had made the noise. She laughed when she saw us. Ohhh, that's so absolutely adorable," she cooed. "I just was just coming to ask you if you wanted to help me with a new project." She smiled, two dimples appearing on her cheeks, "I'm going to extend the Western side today, make a new bedroom for Edward. I was very careful, he has no idea."

Alice hid her face and looked at me guiltily, I patted her head. Esme was oblivious to Alice's display of remorse and continued, "So I was going into town to get some materials, I thought I could get you two some things to personalize your room. What colour paint?"

Alice answered quickly, " Bright pink!" she looked at me then, "Well, it is our room, what do you think?" I really didn't care what colour the room was as long as Alice was in it.

"That's fine," I answered placidly. She pursed her lips and reiterated, "Okay, pale pink, shell pink," she told Esme.

"Anything else you need for your room?" she asked as I lifted Alice off the ground. "No, that's all. Thank you Esme, for everything." Alice replied. Anyone could hear her earnestness.

"It's quite alright my dears. So will you help me with Edward's room?"

"Of course!" replied Alice, excitedly. I nodded as well.

"Okay, let me show you where to start…" but Alice cut her off, "Prepare the floor for covering, break the wall and get all the debris out," she announced with a tap of her temple.

"Amazing," Esme replied, "That saves us some time, you can get started, then."

Esme left and Alice led me around the house and clarified what we were to do. Although I knew it would be incredibly satisfying to watch Alice punch through the wall, I did the gentlemanly thing. While she inspected the floor for anything that could make carpeting difficult, I took the liberty of pulverizing the brick wall. We were an efficient team; before I was done perfecting the edges of the hole, Alice was cleaning up the mass of gravel.

When were done, I took Alice's hand and kissed it. She looked at me placidly but her insides were…hot. I chuckled to myself. Her eyes strayed from my face to my chest…and the rest of me, and then we locked eyes suddenly as she escaped from her reverie. This time she was not as embarrassed, just mildly self-conscious. I pulled her in for a tight hug. She shouldn't be embarrassed; I was the one fighting to repress my sinful inclinations.

"I want to try something," she said suddenly pulling away and folding herself sinuously onto the floor, prompting me to do the same.

"What do you want to do, love?"

She smiled and I heated up. "I want to try to resist you," she answered.

My mouth twitched, I did not like that idea to be honest, but I figured she meant 'resist my power' and not resist me.

"Well, I think its unresistable but if you want to try anyway. What do I do?"

"Make me sad but I'm going to try to be happy," she instructed confidently.

I started slowly, just tainting the edges of her aura. As I moved the sorrow toward her, her face was torn between intense concentration and distress. Her mouth displayed a mangled grin. Her eyes were closed and her eyebrows knitted together. I couldn't stand it; seeing her unhappy. I gave her back her excitement and she snapped her eyes open and beamed at me.

"I did it!" she exclaimed. I just nodded and smiled patronizingly.

"Oh," and her face fell as understanding hit her, " I will win," she warned me before climbing into my lap and nestling her face between my neck and shoulder.

We remained like that until Esme returned. "I had the truck drop everything off at the end of the driveway," she said.

With the three of us working at top speed; Alice cutting the carpet roll, Esme mixing the mortar and me laying the bricks from the ground up to meet the upstairs floor, we would be done before the rest of the family returned home.

As we worked the girls chatted, mostly I listened.

"So tell me about you two," Esme suggested, "I mean we are family now, I need to know you better."

Alice laughed out loud, "Oh Esme, and then you're going to gush over our stories tonight with Carlisle."

"Well then, I can't help it if I like love stories, and true ones are even better. Rosalie and Emmett have one of the most touching histories, don't you agree?"

"Yes, yes" replied Alice

"You should hear Emmett tell the story, it makes me want to cry. Believe it or not, he is such a softie," she laughed again. I could just imagine the burly one's reaction if he was here to listen to this.

"And what about Edward?" asked Alice.

"Ah, Edward, he worries me so," she sighed, "Of all my children, he is the only one who has not found something that makes this existence worthwhile. I feel so helpless, I can't fix his solitude. He knows this and he tries to hide it, always trying to make me happy," she shook her head, "But I still hear him playing the finale of Don Giovanni." Esme cared deeply about Edward, she really did see him as a son.

Alice was sympathetic, she pitied Edward. I was finally beginning to understand the strangest member of this family, though I did not understand what Esme meant by the last part, I doubted Alice did either but she did not ask.

After applying dry wall to the inside and assembling many shelves onto the walls and rolling out the perfectly cut, burgundy carpet, we painted the walls pale blue. I brought the furniture in, but left it to the girls to arrange, they seemed to have a plan for it. Alice and Esme shifted the desk, couch and table to various positions before they agreed while I sealed the gaping hole in the wall with a heavy mahogany door. We had just enough time to paint our room before the rest of the family arrived home.

Author's note: Well, what do you think. Go research the finale of Don Giovanni. I chose that with special significance

(Finale: Già la mensa è preparata). Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's Don Giovanni (1787) has been called "the perfect opera" for its seamless blend of comedy and tragedy, its musical excellence, and its riveting plot. The opera is a triumph of staging, including in its two acts roaring thunder, a statue come to life, and the dramatic descent into the depths of hell of the depraved main character, Don Giovanni. This synopsis is from the renowned La Scala opera house in Milan, Italy.

Really, research scene 5 of don Giovanni and you will see what I mean about significance. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I will update soon ie within 3 days. Promise. Again thanyou for your comments. I'm glad you are enjoying the story so far. I know that there is no plot yet..but it is coming. Please keep commenting. I want 100 reviews before I post chapter 11! Please review the button is right there. Just click it and write your thoughts, even anonymous ones.

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Here's a sneak peek at the next chapter:

"My back was to the door so when it opened and a breeze wafted in, I froze. What was a human doing here? I spun around to face the door, as did everyone else, and….."