Chapter Nine
Thank you for being so patient, all of you!
You are probablly wondering why I am updating after the most recent AN. Well you have to thank my real life friends Magaline and McMac (Nicknames, to protect their privacy) for that. I started them with FanFiction and as it turns out, they liked my story and practically threatened to send me to the Volturi to update.
Trust me, they're completely serious.
So I give you Chapter Nine!
And I own EVERYTHING, despite what Stephenie Meyer says.
SM: That is so untrue! Liar, liar, liar!
ME: You can't prove that
SM: Behold, the wonderful power of....PEPPER SPRAY!
ME: Aaaah! Okay okay It's not mine!!!! Just don't spray that stuff in my eyes!
SM: Meh. I'll do it anyways. (Spray)
ME: WTF? OWE!!!! #$!^!(%!*(
Alice's POV:
Poor naive Bella. Driving down the road, partially against her will, completely confused about the situation. The vision meant that Jane was perhaps going to change Bella, and I absolutely could not let that happen. Then I realized something that was perhaps more terrifying than the entire Volturi itself.
Edward's reaction.
After the cryptic message I gave him about Bella's most recent mental issue, he would definently not be happy to find out that his loved one was in danger of being murdered or controlled by his enemy. Or both.
I sighed. It was probablly better to face the music. With that last thought I began to dial.
Edward's POV
Why was life so completely complicated?
Of course it wasn't enough that Bella was a human who had such deliciously appetizing blood and I was a vampire. It wasn't enough that Bella was nearly killed by James and Victoria. It wasn't enough that her best friend is a werewolf whom I despise. It wasn't enough that Mike Newton nearly seduced Bella while she had amnesia.
Of course all that wasn't enough. Now she had no free will either.
My poor Bella would need more protecting than ever. She didn't deserve me. She didn't deserve this...
I felt a vibrating form from the inside of my pocket. My cellphone. I jerked it out of my pocket and saw the caller ID. Alice. She definently had some explaining to do...
But that's when I heard the slightest snap.
I watched in horror as the top part of my cellphone slid to the ground. The screen faded to black.
I screamed in rage and through the remaining bits of the phone with great force at a nearby tree.
Suddenly, the tree glowed an eerie red color and burst into flames.
Apparently vampires shouldn't throw cell phones at trees. You learn something new every day.
Bella's POV
"Alice what's happening?" My voice rose. I began to panic. Alice has been in a frenzy ever since we left the mall. She was panicking, dialing random phone numbers, and whispering so low that my ears couldn't even detect a sound.
"I can't tell you." Alice snapped, and returned her gaze to the numbers on the cell phone screen.
"Please?" I begged.
She sighed an exasperated, melodic sigh.
"I guess you have every right to know." She finally said.
I was silent, waiting for her to begin.
"I have been getting strange visions of you lately. One with you supposedly calling someone "Uncle", and other visions of your immediate doom. But the most recent vision..."
Alice gulped.
"Jane was at your throat." She finally finished.
Everything was quiet. I could only hear the low hum of the vehicle below me as I once again came to realize that I would be facing another dilemma that could possibly end in my death.
"And Edward isn't picking up the phone either. I don't know what that could mean Bella. His future...it's blank."
I was unable to see anything. Tears blinded my eyes as I soon realized what this meant.
Edward!
"WATCH OUT!"
Alice and I screamed as the car swerved across the highway, just narrowly missing the other driver's.
"Drive Bella! Drive!"
But I couldn't. My mind argued with my emotions. Sure, I was driving, but I was driving excruciatingly, dangerously bad. I couldn't exist anymore now that Edward was gone. I could tell from Alice's expressions, he was gone. Gone. It was over. Everything.
I looked into the fevered eyes of Alice Cullen, her face contorted in rage. My heart was too contorted to feel any guilt for what I was about to do.
"Isabella Swan! Stop the car this in-"
But she was too late. The last thing I saw was the forest trees below the cliff the tires of my truck were dangling over. The car flew threw the air, and before I slipped into unconsciousness, I felt the force of two cold stone bodies. One with red eyes....one with gold.
Edward's POV
Perhaps I could call Alice again at home. She probablly was worried about me since my phone was off. But I didn't care. I just needed to make sure that my Bella was safe.
Then the smell hit me.
My nose wrinkled at the impact of the smell before I could sense the immediate danger.
I criss crossed through the woods, doing anything at all to run from harm's way. I could feel the pulsating heat radiating from my attacker, the fast and fevered motion of his heart.
Badump Badump Badump Badump
The trees flew behind me in a blur, a tangled web of green leaves and moss. It surprised me that the mess of trees screeched to a halt. I stopped, only to process what was in front of me.
In front of me stood a mile high mountain, going straight up vertically. Jagged rocks stood from beneath the mountain. I was trapped.
I turned to face my attacker, prepared to fight to the death.
The wolf crouched into an attacking position. The thing lunged through the air and...
Jane's POV
I learned the name of the pedophile neon haired boy was Mike Newton. I wanted so badly to kill him. He had been following me, asking me constant questions about what the plan was going to be. He also attempted to assault me a couple times as well.
He was on my Bad List. As soon as I was through with him, I would kill him.
Then I began to think. What good was he to me? He had been giving me no information so far, and all I needed was Bella's whereabouts. All he was providing me with was annoying chatter.
"Mike. Where may Bella be?" I asked in my sweetest voice.
He snorted before responding. "I don't know. That's why you're helping me. You aren't doing that good of a job though. You should let big boys like me handle things like this."
He did not just say that.
Not only did he insult me, the most skilled attacker on the Volturi guard, but he called me young and inexperienced!
Rage bubble inside of me and I couldn't contain it. The boy fell to the forest floor writhing in pain.
Served him right.
"You just made the biggest mistake of your pathetic life."
I laughed loudly, throwing my head back into the air.
His eyes stared at me in fear. How I loved to see horror in my victim's eyes before they became my meal. Human's were truly worthless. I would never make that mistake again.
I smiled before I lept through the air and tore Mike Newton's face off.
Delicious.
And so begins where the story takes a slight morbid turn, I warn you. All beginning with Mike Newton's (cough cough) unfortunate death. Meanwhile will Bella and Alice survive? Would Edward be able to fight the wolf off? And just who is this wolf anyways? What does Jane have in store for the Cullen family.
Find out in the next installment of Alice's Closet.
So before I let you go, I'm going to give a short scene between Rosalie and Emmett so nobody out there becomes depressed and starts cutting their wrists.
Mkay? Good.
Emmett's POV
Rosalie was curled into my shoulder as we watched old movies on the couch. They were playing one of Marilyn Monroe's best movies, The Prince and The Showgirl.
This brought back so many memories. Especially when I took Rosalie on one of our first dates to the theater's to see the release of the very movie. How ironic.
And that's when the telephone rang.
"I'll get it." Rosalie started to say, but I put my finger to her lip's to stop her. She smiled coyly.
"Why would I let a lady answer the phone? Let a gentleman do the job."
I plucked the phone from the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Hi! Would you be interested in McManoos beauty products?"
"Uh, who is this?" Shoot this better not be some telemarketer.
"I am a representative for McManoos supply companies. I'm Laurie. Would you be interested in some eye liner?"
Why would a guy where eyeliner?
"Er..."
"We have millions of eye liner for men who want to embrace their feminine side. Are you tired of hiding your true personality Mr. Cullen? Do you want to embrace your feminine side? Are you tired of hiding from the world? You need to create a new, beautiful, you!"
Actually she had a good point. Laurie was very persuasive.
"Well I suppose I might want some..."
"Great so I just need your credit card number among other things and you could finally come to figure out the true you! So just give me your phone number..."
Before I could begin to tell Laurie everything about ourselves, Rosalie grabbed the phone from my hands.
"Shut up bitch! Don't ever call our house again or I'll shoot you down myself!"
With that, Rosalie hung up.
"Don't let those telemarketers brain wash you."
I shrugged sheepishly.
"You can answer the phone from now on Rosalie."
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-Lil