AN, just to clear a few questions:

I'm not sure how I want to play out the her and Edward dynamic. I had always thought that their relationship was very codependent and borderline toxic. I know that those tendencies will definitely still be alive in Bella.

It definitely won't escape a certain brunette that a certain doppelgänger closely resembles her. Eventually.

They definitely got married! The chapters will have small flashbacks as she pieces together the night. I don't know about you; but when I black out it comes back in bits and pieces over the next few days aha.

So for now, let's just see where it goes! THANK YOU FOR ALL OF THE LOVE BY THE WAY IT MADE ME SO HAPPY T.T

"Holy shit," Bella breathed, her hand suddenly releasing the pages clutched tightly in her hand as though they had burned her. "Oh, OH no, no, no, no, no." She had become almost frenzied, ignoring the small purple gift bag that he had placed atop the garment bags, collecting her purse and shoes. Her hair was wild now as she had run her hands through it roughly; eyes darting between his face and the still open doorway. If she maybe tried to talk long enough, she could sneak out, or make a run for it.

Damon had watched his little doe with amusement in his eyes as he leaned on the counter across from her where he had the picture-perfect view of how delicious she looked; even now in a complete freak out when compared to last night. Her striking resemblance to a certain doppelgänger hadn't escaped him and he wondered idly what Prince-Perfect Stefan would say seeing his new 'wife'.

"Now, Dear, is that anyway to treat your hus-" He was interrupted by the shrill ring of his phone. He tsk-ed at the timing of it and dug it out of his pocket. To his irritation, Elena's caller ID glared up at him. He debated answering- Afterall he hadn't left on the best of terms with the love birds... Running off to 'give them space' and then marrying... He was lost in an internal battle, studying Bella's delicious figure and mahogany waves; ignoring her panicked pacing and muttering and deciding he would pick it up.

"Yo, Elenaaa." He drawled slowly, noting that she hadn't even looked at the things he had come into the room with. She should at least get to see the ring. Taking the small bag, he unceremoniously shoved it into Bella's hands.

"YO?! Damon, where are you? How could you seriously..." The voice faded as Damon shut the door to their room and held up a finger; Indicating he would be back as he disappeared into the bedroom. His voice muffled the farther he got into the room.

Flight it is. Bella thought to herself as she stared at the half closed door to the bedroom. It would be easy enough. There was no way he'd realize I'm gone yet. Suddenly deciding it was now or never she hiked her purse up her arm as she ripped open the door unceremoniously and sprinted down the hall. She rounded the corner to the short hallway of elevators, picking the pair of doors at the farthest end from the entryway, her fingers slamming the down button almost painfully.

This is a bad dream. This is ALLL a bad dream. Tequila is giving me dreams. She told herself as panic continued to bubble inside of her. She was glancing between her phone screen and the doorway, opening her contacts and searching for Alice's name. The doors, thankfully, opened and she strode in to the farthest corner, reaching over to push the lobby button calmly; attempting to bring herself back to earth.

Every hair on her body stood on end as he called out to her "Oh honey," He crooned loudly into the empty hallway, hearing her erratic heartbeat calling to him as he made his way leisurely down the hallway. He had, of course, heard her erratic escape, a grin sprawling across his features as he interrupted Elena's 'how could you be so selfish, we need you, blah blah blah' lecture.

"Listen, Judgy," he interrupted her, hearing Stefan's scoff over the line. "I've got much MUCH more important things happening. You're about to cost me prey."

"I can't believe hi-" Elena's words to Stefan were cut off as he ended the call. Who cared what they thought? They were supposed to be busy being the 'perfect couple' and he was supposed to be moving on... Yeah, to a dead ringer for her. His subconscious argued with him. At any rate, he could hear his little doe had made her way to the elevators already. This was his favorite part. He vamp-speed ran to the halfway point down the hall, stopping and beginning a slow stroll. "It's rude to run out when your husband brings gifts home." At the word husband, soft ding alerted her that door was opening. "Especially when you're just taking that gift and running, little doe."

"There's NO WAY!" was Bella's only answer as she frantically slammed the lobby button. He rounded the corner and made his way toward the elevator. Brown clashed with blue, and locked together in a stare down. She realized he wasn't angry, his eyes were playful, he was completely at ease with his hands in his pockets.

He was having FUN. She realized with disbelief coloring her expression. It didn't escape her that he stopped short of the world's SLOWEST doors, something she instantly recognized as predatory coloring his expression as the doors started to clothes.

"Isabella, I'll have you know I love a good chase." Was all he said as the doors finally shut.

Bella

Bella winced as she quickly strapped herself back into her heels so she wouldn't look too out of place striding through the lobby of the hotel. She had ordered her Uber in the elevator and was clacking her way across the granite to the entrance when a slots machine grabbed her attention as she clacked by. It seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't place it.

There was a random pang of guilt as she realized that she was supposed to be taking this weekend to consider Edwards's marriage bomb.

Ignoring the feeling, she pushed open the door to the hotel right as her phone rang. She looked down at the caller id, her heart stopping as Alice's name stared up at her.

"Hey Alice, what's up?" She answered as she plopped herself into the Uber, shoving her hair out of her face.

"Bella! OH THANK GOD! WEWERESOWORRIEDLASTNIGHTYOUWENTTOABARANDYOUWERETHEREANDTHENYOUWEREGONE" The pixie screeched, Bella's ear exploding in pain that seemed to echo in her head longer than necessary.

"What, Alice?" She snapped, leaning forward and rubbing her temples. She felt terrible after a moment, knowing it wasn't her fault she felt like shit. "I'm sorry. I'm hungover. What happened?"

If the cheerful pixie was shocked, she didn't show it in her voice, but then again Bella was used to Alice completely ignoring anything Bella said. "Bella, Last night you were out and you were there; and then you were gone. And I know what you're thinking-"

Bella cut her off with a soft groan "Alice, you guys said I could have my space. I told you I needed to think about this. You promised you wouldn't look at my future anymore." It was true. She and Edward had assured her they would not stalk, follow, look into her future, or even guilt her while she was in Vegas. This was supposed to be her time to take some space for herself.

Though her interest was piqued at the knowledge that Alice wasn't seeing her anymore. She soundlessly mouthed a thank you to the driver, scooting out and making her way into her own hotel. Ballys.

"You... Didn't happen to see..." she stopped and nibbled her lower lip, toying with the handle of the small bag Damon had thrust into her hands an hour ago while she waited for her elevator.

"See what?" The small pixie asked. Her own curiosity permeating the silence on the phoneline as she listened to Bella breathing, the casino noise in the background the only other sound.

After a long pause, Bella sighed "It's nothing, I-I uh... I fell the other night because my heel broke... I was wondering if you had seen it." The lie seemed to placate the vamp and her tinkling laughter poured through the phone. "Oh Bella, It's okay. Before you disappeared no, I hadn't."

"Okay... Well, I just have to take a shower and get ready. I overslept and the girls are already going out the lunch without me."

ALICE

"Okay Bella! Have a great weekend."

It was a believable enough statement. Bella didn't usually drink; Alice had seen Bella's intoxicated form in her visions of the night before.

So why didn't she think of the fact that Alice could very clearly hear the beep of her hotel door as the electronic key let her in; and Angela's worried voice beginning to shout

"BELLA! WHERE DID YOU GO LAST-"

The line went dead in the smallest Cullens hand and for some reason; she was relieved she was home alone and that no one else had heard the tail end of the line.

ANGELA

I'm going to call the police if she's not back within the hour. Angela told herself as she paced in their small hotel room. She had already sent Jessica and the rest of the bachelorette party ahead to brunch without them, feigning her and Bella's sickness from the tequila.

She'd barely slept after she realized that pretty boy and Bella had given her the slip at the afterhours lounge, they had all ended up at. She was going to kill Bella, she fumed.

There was a short period between Angela's anger where fear had set in. What if something had actually happened to Bella? The young woman was minutes away from calling the police, when suddenly she could hear a familiar voice that made her bones weak with relief.

Relief was short lived however, when fear and anger over took her and she waited for Bella to come inside.

Angela was relentless. Immediately she was up and out of her bed, grabbing Bella by her shoulders and shaking her softly.

"Bella! I was so worried!" She reiterated, immediately dropping her hands when she realized that Bella had tears that had begun to overflow and dribble down her chin and chest.

"Hey..." The other woman spoke softly, realizing something overwhelming must have happened. Angela backed away from Bella to sit on the end of her bed "What happened, B?"

She watched quietly as Bella sank onto the second bed across from her; reaching into the small wrinkled bag she'd been clutching as though her life depended on it and pulling out a small jewelry box. Angela gasped staring at the beautiful 3 carat ring that sat delicately in the center of the box.

"A-Angela." was all Bella could get out for a moment as she too sat staring agape at the large rock sitting solitarily on a simple white gold band.

The two girls shifted their gazes to each other and Angela thought she might have misheard her when Bella took the ring out of the box and held it between them.

"I got married last night."

Today, I woke up, thinkin' 'bout Elvis somewhere in Vegas I'm not sure
How I got here, or how this ring on my left hand just appeared

-Last Name, Carrie Underwood.