This chapter was cut in two coz I'm a bitch, so I'mma go hide...

Chapter 25

"I look dead." Was all I said as I was pulled in front of a very bright pink framed mirror.

Alice sighed, "Don't blame me! Make-up can only do so much." I huffed instead of replying. "Doesn't hurt to smile, you know."

Oh, but it does.

For the last few months, I've attended high school with the others to help Carlisle maintain his doctor career. Regularly, he hosted parties for his co-workers and patients he'd helped. So, during that time, I've allowed Alice to make me look at least humanoid. My appetite had left when B... she abandoned us in the woods.

By now, I was used to the weird and 'wonderful' things Alice would use on my face - the only part of me that showed my internal destruction.

I'd felt it since she sealed the gateway between our worlds. She cut me off, abandoned me... But Alice continued to assure me it was the best thing for her. Meanwhile, I'm a selfish creature by nature - so where the fuck was her consideration for what is best for me? She's just made me broken, alone and bitter.

'No one will love someone as crabby as you.' Rosalie often taunts these days. She's one to talk.

Everyday, the pain of Separation grows stronger and stronger. If I was human and had a heart, it would've crushed under such strain. I would be dead, and no one would miss me.

Same stands for me as a vampire.

Alice finished with my face as I left my musings. The black around my eyes had been covered, my lips looked a normal colour and my cheeks somehow looked less boney. No wonder humans used this stuff, even if it does seriously stink. Not as bad as nail varnish, I suppose.

Alice suddenly gasped, and I spun around to face her. Her eyes were glazed and her body frozen on the spot, but whatever vision she was having was blocked from my sight. Damn those Angels teaching her new tricks!

"Edward!" She suddenly shouted and spun a full circle before realising I'd been in front of her already. "Hey! Can I do your make-up again? I think I used the wrong colour foundation."

My brows pulled together to demonstrate my confusion. Alice was by far my craziest sister. "I'm already spent three hours in front of that mirror, I'm not staying a moment longer!" I stood and started to leave.

"No!" I looked back at her, surprised by her sudden hysteria. "Um, at least let MY do your hair first? Yeah! Your hair seriously needs doing!" She chirped.

I looked up at the few locks that always fell into my face. It was clean, and looked like normal... "No, thanks though Alice. I just want to go listen to music in my room."

'Not near a window!' She let slip in her mind.

"What are you hiding, Alice?" I strode over to her and griped her upper arms.

"Nothing. I just want to do your hair!" She, seriously, stomped her foot like a five year old.

"Fine, fine. Just let me grab a book." I turned to leave.

"Okay, be quick! I don't want to burn anything with my curlers!" Alice shouted after me.

Curlers!? Oh no...

I strode at a human pace to my room, delaying the inevitable. I knew exactly which book I wanted, but decided to look through the collection in case a new one had just magically appeared. Reading allowed me to escape my pain, for a short time, and had become my favourite thing to do.

I was slowly reading the back of the book I'd come for (further delaying tactics) when several things happened.

First, for some reason, my eyes lifted to the window.

Second, Alice screamed a high pitched, "No!"

Lastly, a great beam of light lit up the forest outside the window, right where I was looking. A great pull yanked my forward towards the window, making me drop the book as I lifted my hands to stop myself from smashing the wall.

What the actual fuck?

Curiosity over took me as I opened the window and leapt out, running straight for where the beam of light had come from.

It had come from my meadow.

It took me only a little while to get there at full speed, and if I had a beating heart it would've stopped.

There, in the centre of the meadow, was my mate.

"B..." I'd struggled with even thinking her name for months, saying it just twisted my tongue to the back of my mouth.

She looked to be asleep under one of her wings, atop a wide pile of grass. Had she made the light?

A soft moan escaped her mouth as she began to wake, and her hand mover to rub her head. That's when I noticed her face was no longer like parchment, had she found a cure?

Slowly, she opened her eyes and breathed carefully. She was looking up at the sky, and seemed completely unaware of me.

I noticed a small twig near my foot, and the corner of my mouth lifted for the first time in months as I did the most cliche act ever and snapped the twig.

Bella jolted, and looked my way. I anticipated shock, but not the horror on her face. "You weren't meant to get here this quick!" She screamed at me.