[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 Jo Nekona. Thank you for your encouraging words. Yes, I definitely will complete this story. It's prewritten and waiting to be shared with all of you.

13

I was puzzled. The words I had heard through the closed door didn't make any sense to me. Before I got the chance to give any more thoughts about it, Isabella and Esme returned. With them was a statuesque blonde with a long strand of white pearls around her neck. The frown on her face didn't emphasize her beauty.

When I smiled at her, she didn't return the gesture. She wasn't half as welcoming as Esme had been. I felt uncomfortable around this unfriendly person.

Isabella sank down next to me on the armchair and wrapped her arm around me, pulling me close. "Rose, this is my companion, Alice. Alice this is Miss Rose Hale. She lives with Esme."

Rose bristled with anger. Maybe she didn't like getting unexpected visitors. Her companion stepped behind her and pushed the long blonde hair over Rose's shoulder. "Everything is fine. There is no need to get agitated, my love."

She kissed Rose's neck and whispered something into her ear that made the young woman giggle. Finally, the tension seemed to leave her. She sat down on the couch across from the armchair where Isabella and I were sitting together. When Esme took a seat next to her, she put her feet on top the other woman's lap. I noticed that her toenails were colored a ruby red. I tried no to draw a comparison to blood again. Instead, I focused on taking deep, calming breaths. Having a panic attack in front of Isabella and the others was something I needed to avoid at all costs.

"Your friend seems a bit shy." Esme stated while her hands started kneading Rose's feet. The Blonde groaned. "Tell us a bit about yourself."

I looked down at my hands. What was there to tell about myself that could be of interest to them? I was eighteen and doubted I would see my nineteenth birthday. I had parents who believed me to be crazy. I had a monster who for some horrible reason was intending to drink my blood. "Don't be afraid of Rose." Isabella whispered. "She can seem intimidating, but her heart is in the right place. She hasn't bitten anyone in a long time."

The three of them laughed, even Rose giggled and burst into a loud laughter. "I wish nobody had ever bitten our Isabella here." She chuckled and sat up straight, wrapping her arms lovingly around Esme. "But you can never know how one turns out. Right, my love?"

Isabella cupped my face and kissed me fully on the lips. "Ignore Rose and her talking. I do. I am very happy you came here with me today. You have to know, I practically had to kidnap her from her parents' place."

I snuggled closer against Isabella. In her arms, I felt safe and sound.

Rose's eyes narrowed. "You should tell her before she finds out herself and runs away screaming."

I was baffled. Why would I run from Isabella? I had never felt so good in another person's presence. With her, it was like I could finally be myself; apart from the things that I needed to keep a secret from her. Was it possible that Isabella was keeping something from me? That thought pained me. I wanted her to trust me more than anything.

Esme got up to start the gramophone. She kissed Rose's hand and pulled her up from the couch to start dancing with her. For a few minutes, I watched them. Their bodies worked perfectly against each other. It very much reminded me of how Isabella had rubbed against me on the bed. The memory of that blissful experience was instantly arousing to me. My inner muscles clenched. I definitely wanted more of this with Isabella. I wanted her underneath me, while I was the one bringing her pleasure. Oh, all the wanton things I wanted to practice with her.

"May I ask for this dance?" Isabella whispered. She kissed the back of my hand, leaving her eyes on mine. I loved her eyes. No matter what color they were. They were a part of her and I loved everything about her.

Dancing with Isabella was amazing. She was a good leader. At first, she twirled me around very fast until I was breathless. Then, she pulled me flush against her chest. I leaned my head against her bosom and closed my eyes while our legs moved in a slow rhythm. I wanted to hear the beating of her heart and concentrated hard on listening to it. The music was so loud though that I had trouble to make out a sound in Bella's chest. She had one arm at the small of my back and the other in my hair. Her fingers brushed over my bare neck, sending shivers of delight through me. The area around the nape of my neck seemed much more sensitive since my hair had been cut off.

"Thank you for coming here with me tonight." Isabella spoke directly into my ear so I could hear her better. "I love spending time with you."

I raised my head, so her lips could find mine. Her tongue pushed its way into the heat of my mouth. Did she like that I was so much warmer than she was? I had asked her about her cold hands earlier in the car, and she had laughed and told me she was suffering from some poor blood circulation. I didn't mind keeping her warm. When I pulled her a little closer, Isabella moaned. Her hand moved lower, eventually cupping my behind through the fabric of my dress. Then, both of her hands were on my hips, holding me very close against her body. I stroked her hair and let my tongue swipe over the marble-like smoothness of her mouth.

"I would like to go to bed now if you would like that, my dear Alice." She whispered, and I could barely nod my head before she guided me into our bedroom at the other side of the corridor.