[Disclaimer] Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I just like to mess around with her characters and turn them into lesbians.

[A/N] Today's update is dedicated to my reader JessicaNarelle

12

"New Orleans?"

I tugged nervously on the seam of my dress. I felt so bold for running away. Actually, no I wasn't running away. Isabella had only talked me into visiting some of her friends with her.

"Are they like us?" I asked her placing my hand on Isabella's that was resting on her lap. It felt good to hold her hand. Inside me weren't any visions and I felt calm and happy, like I hadn't in so long. When I closed my eyes, I couldn't see anything bad happening. This knowledge helped me to relax even more.

Isabella lifted my hands to her mouth and kissed my fingertips. "Yes, they are companions like us." She blew a few butterfly kisses over my knuckles. "They have been together longer than forever." Her voice cracked with a light giggle when she said the last part. Sometimes it seemed to me like Isabella would laugh at the most random things. I liked the sound of her laughter. I wanted her to be happy around me.

"I am sure they are nice." I mumbled, leaning back in my seat. Isabella had wrapped a blanket over my knees to keep me from getting chilly. She was driving fast. The countryside outside the window rushed by so fast it was making me feel dizzy. I shifted to the side and focused on my beautiful companion. This was much better. Gosh, she was so beautiful and she had picked me to be with her. I took a few deep, satisfied breaths. Life was good right now. I hoped the demon who was after me, didn't know the way to New Orleans. It would still be here though when I returned home. Oh, how much I wished I didn't have to return ever. I just wanted to be with Isabella for the rest of my life.

"Esme is a very lovely lady. She owns a little hotel above a nightclub. We can stay there."

My mouth turned dry. I had never been to a nightclub before. The thought of dancing and music sounded alluring to me. "Will we sleep in one bed?" I asked her, hoping I wouldn't sound too bold.

Again, Isabella giggled. "You will sleep in my arms like an angel. I will hold you all night long." She stopped the car and leaned over to kiss my mouth. "Don't be afraid. We are going to have a good time."

It was already late afternoon when we finally reached our destination. My legs were stiff. I groaned and stretched as I stepped out of the car.

"Let's go for a little walk first." Isabella suggested. She looped her arm through mine and guided me through the streets. When we got closer to the cemetery, I asked her to change directions. Places like this triggered my visions, and I didn't want to risk that. I knew what was awaiting me. "Don't be scared of the dead." Isabella laughed, pulling me closer against her side. It was nice to walk arm and arm with her. In my heart, I felt like I had always belonged at her side. Was this what it was like to be in love with someone? Up until I had met Isabella, I hadn't even known, that you could feel this much for another woman.

In a crowded store, she bought a new gramophone record as a gift for her friend. I was excited to meet another couple like us. They were even living together, similar to husband and wife. Would Isabella want the same for us? What would my parents say if I told them I would want to move in with Mrs. Cullen?

"You are always thinking so much, my Alice." She kissed the back of hand. Wasn't she worried about people seeing her caressing me like this?

There was a half-dressed dancer in silk-stockings who was wiggling her backside back and forth in front of the entrance to the club. I stared at her with my mouth hanging open. I had never seen such a thing.

"Come with me," Isabella led me through the back entrance and up a set of narrow stairs. Here you could still hear laughter and music. The sound was more stifled though. I hoped we could go down to the club later. I was so excited to see how a place like that would look from the insides.

"Isabella, my dear!" The red-haired woman wrapped her arms around Isabella and kissed her cheeks. "We haven't seen each other in years." Then she turned to me. Her lips were a deep scarlet. There was dark make-up around her eyes. She looked very elegant. "Oh you brought a new special friend. How wonderful is that?"

She took my hand and clasped it between hers. The temperature of her fingers was icy. "It's my pleasure to meet Isabella's new friend."

"Alice" Isabella told her. "Her name is Alice. Alice this is Madame Esme Platt, the owner of this house and one of my oldest and dearest friends."

Esme, as she insisted I was to call her gave me and Isabella the biggest room in the hotel. It had one big bed, and for some reason I couldn't understand, there was a gigantic mirror on the ceiling right above the bed.

"You must be hungry." Isabella's friend exclaimed. She made me sit down on an armchair and placed a tray with fruits and pralines on my lap. "Enjoy." I nibbled on some apple slices and then ate some strawberries that were covered in dark chocolate. Why wasn't Isabella eating? She had to be hungry too. I held up the bowl with the grapes to Isabella, and she picked it up, mumbling a thank you.

She and Esme went outside, leaving me alone for a moment. I could hear steps on the stairs, followed by the clicking of heels.

"You brought a human with you?" someone snarled in an angry voice. "Are you out of your mind now?"