A/N: KAMI: Wow, it's been what, three, four years since I updated? Sorry, I keep being too lazy to go downstairs and get my copy of Twilight. So, if you go to Stephenie Meyer's website and click on Twilight, there should be "outtakes" there. My version of the epilogue, told in Alice's POV, mainly goes off that, but there will be some variations as I'm not using the "real" book.

Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight.

NOTICE: This will not be the last chapter as it is in the "real" Twilight. Halo will be posting an original epilogue after this in Rosalie's POV!

Chapter 25

AN OCCASION

"What have you done to me?"

-Bella, TWILIGHT OUTTAKES

"When are you going to tell me what's going on, Alice?" Bella complained.

I grinned deviously. "Be patient, you'll see."

I pretended not to notice the definite pout on Bella's face as I faced straight forward in her truck, pushing the aged motor to the max. The old senior truck Bella was fond of didn't make sense to me: why have this when Edward was constantly bugging her about buying a fast car?

It was a nice day out, even for vampires. No sun, but it was not raining and the clouds were picturesque. Bella seemed to notice it too, because she stared out of the window, seemingly transfixed. The smell of her blood was wafting through the car, but today my self control could never have been better. It was almost pleasantly tempting.

Knowing that Bella was edgy because I had taken her for a girl's day out without any explanation whatsoever only made what we were planning all the more fun. The shoes were gorgeous, though admittedly not Biviano's, which I had been hoping for, but knowing Rose, she'd still complain. Hmm.

"Alice, are we going home now?" she asked out of the blue. "Yes," I replied, smiling. "But Edward's not there." I found it extremely amusing that Bella needed my brother like a drug: it was sweet, but sometimes it became funny. She frowned, which was to be expected, and said, "Where is he?" "He had some errands to run." "Errands?" she said, sounding confused. "Alice, please tell me what's going on!"

I grinned, recognizing her pleading tone. "I'm having too much fun," I declared.

After a bit more, we had arrived in front of the house. I dragged an unwilling Bella up the stairs and into my bathroom. Rosalie was waiting, smiling behind a pink chair and with our entire stock of beauty supplies spread about her. "Sit," I told Bella. Rosalie started dragging a brush through her hair. "I don't suppose you will tell me what this is about?" Bella hopefully asked Rosalie. "You can torture me, but I'll never talk," Rosalie replied softly, the whole "be nice to Bella" thing a little new to her.

Then, I took out a nice shampoo and went to work on Bella's hair. Her hair was thick and full, so we didn't have many problems there. Then I sprayed in some cucumber detangler and went through the process again. Finally, we were able to get through her hair without pulling clumps of it out every time.

I hefted a blow dryer, confident.

My confidence began to slip when for every dry strand, there was a sopping wet one in Bella's mane of hair. Bella was smirking, and I was determined to have my fun. "She's got an awful lot of hair," Rosalie said, sounding nervous. "Jasper!" I called, "Find me another blow dryer!" I was so not going to give in.

Jasper came in with Esme's blowdryer and another one, looking amused, and started heating up Bella's hair too. I smiled at him. He smiled back. "Jasper…" Bella said. "Sorry, Bella. I'm not allowed to say anything." I shot him a look that clearly said, "you better not". He ran out as soon as everything was dry, most likely because he couldn't stand the smell of Bella's blood and girl stuff combined.

"What have you done to me?" Bella wailed, horrified. I promptly ignored her and went on to fetch the rollers. "My hair can't be convinced to curl," she warned me. I smirked. This was one department that she couldn't outsmart me on. I dabbed on our secret cream, and started threading her hair with the rollers.

"Did you find shoes?" Rosalie asked, her voice thick with tension and implications. I sighed inaudibly. At last, the moment of judgement. "Yes—they're perfect," I purred, managing to sound satisfied. Rosalie nodded, seeming convinced. "Your hair looks nice," Bella pointed out. I smiled slightly at Rosalie, looking pleasantly bemused, said "Thank you." And smiled!

"What do you think about make-up?" I finally opted, not wanting to ruin the moment of truce. "It's a pain," Bella muttered. We both ignored her. "She doesn't need much—her skin is better bare," Rosalie stated my thoughts. "Lipstick, though," I said. "And mascara and eyeliner," Rosalie contributed, "just a little." Bella sighed, obviously annoyed beyond reason. I giggled, hyped up and excited. "Be patient, Bella. We're having fun." "Well, as long as you are," she grumped sarcastically.

I was thrilled: everything was going by plan. "Let's get her dressed," I said, barely concealing my excitement. I scooped Bella up, (had she always been so light?), impatient to show her the dress, (which was wonderful, of course).

"What do you think?" I chirped, hoping that I was suggesting that I wasn't going to take no for an answer with my voice.

Bella's expression clearly stated that she was overwhelmed, whether in a good or bad way I couldn't tell, so I waited anxiously for the fireworks. "Alice," she finally wailed, "I can't wear that!" I felt a slight plunge in my stomach. "Why?" I asked, sharper than I had intended. "The top is completely see-through!" I was happy again. "This goes underneath," Rosalie said, sounding slightly amused.

"What is that?" Bella sounded forlorn. "It's a corset, silly," I told her. "Now are you going to put it on, or do I have to call Jasper and ask him to hold you down while I do it?" Told you, I wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"You're supposed to be my friend," she snapped. "Be kind, Bella," I finally relented. "I don't remember being human and I'm trying to have some vicarious fun here. Besides, it's for your own good." Her expression clearly stated that she disagreed, and she did bumble a lot as we got the dress on. The final product?

"Wow," she breathed. "I have cleavage."

"Who would have guessed?" I chuckled, feeling elated. "Don't you think this dress is a little too…I don't know, fashion forward…for Forks?" At last, she's catching on!

"I think the words you're looking for are haute couture," Rosalie declared. "It's not for Forks, it's for Edward," I said, unable to keep that part of the secret still. "It's exactly right."

She looked shocked as we took out the rollers and every single strand of hair was formed into a perfect ringlet. We did her up, and I painted in her eyes. I grabbed the shoes, and held them up for Rose to admire. "Perfect," she gasped. I can't remember the last time that Rosalie has said that.

I tied on the shoe with a nice full bow. The cast…it didn't exactly compliment the outfit, but it did seem like it was a touch necessary for the outfit not to look like it was wearing Bella and not the other way around. "I guess we've done what we can," I said, shaking my head. "You don't suppose Charlie would let us…?" I left the question hanging in the air, glancing at Rose. "I doubt it," she replied. I sighed.

A scent hit my nostrils. "He's back."

"He can wait," I decided. "There's one more important thing." And I lifted up light, light Bella again and carried her to my room, and eagerly set her up in front of the full length mirror. "There, you see?" I egged her on.

Bella was transfixed with her reflection. I smirked to myself. Of course, we would have done a very good job. "Okay, Alice," she smiled. "I see." "Don't forget it," I warned her, referring to her low self esteem when it came to Edward.

"Turn around and close your eyes—and stay out of my head—don't ruin it!" I called down the steps. Cautiously, I wandered at human pace down the staircase until I could see Edward, and then I flaunted down with reckless abandon. I sat down with Rose on the piano bench, smiling from ear to ear. "Can I look?" Edward asked, sounding extremely nervous.

"Yes…now," I said, deciding not to torture him today.

The expressions on those twos' faces made it worth all the time that it took to get Bella done up, (granted that it was fun). I've never seen Edward look so utterly…in love. That's stupid, considering that he's never been in love anyways, but there's no other way to describe how his eyes glowed, how Bella's face flushed.

"Alice, Rosalie…thank you," he finally let out. I chuckled, feeling proud.

He tucked a freesia into Bella's curls, and bent down to kiss her. "Watch the lipstick!" I warned, not wanting it smudged onto Edward's lips, (woah, is that a scary thought). "Are you ready to go?" he asked us. "Is anyone ever going to tell me what the occasion is?" Bella complained. Edward laughed. "She hasn't guessed?" "No," I giggled, delighted. Bella scowled. "What am I missing?"

Esme came in and took a few quick snapshots of us.

"We'll see you there," I called out the door as he carried her away.

Getting me and Rose faster was a much quicker business. What with our vampire reflexes and all, we were done within fifteen minutes. "Shall we?" Jasper asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. I hugged him. "We shall."

Our arrival into the gymnasium was probably equal to a small bomb being set off. All heads turned our way, (though I couldn't blame them, seeing the ethereal beauty that Rosalie was decked out in), and an unearthly hush descended upon everybody.

Jasper took my hand, and Emmett took Rosalie's. We twirled gracefully into the middle of the dance floor. I laughed, only low enough for Jasper to hear. We were flying, and I felt like an angel. It was wonderful to dance, if not to our full extent, then to some of it. I was barely aware of all the watching people, only aware of the thrill of the dance and of Jasper's arms around me.

And then Edward and Bella came in and were twirling too, Bella laughing and looking like Edward was the only world that she ever wanted.

It was wonderful, simply wonderful.

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