(Sorry for the lack of creativity and the using the first paragraph almost directly from Seduction.)
Oh, and a story on the site caught my eye, and it made me, and my friend Emilie rather upset. Secrets, Loyalty, and the Very Best of Betrayals by theUionceknew completely rips off Emilie's amazing story God Bless Catastrophe.
So, I have a little announcement to make….
Writing fanfiction is loads of fun. I know this. That's why I have tons of stories. However, what makes fanfiction fun, is coming up with your own nifty ideas, and sharing them. But if you're ripping off other people's work, you're not being creative, your being a jerk. Kay? Get your own ideas people. And if you have, good for you, have a cookie.
End rant.
Edward and I had kept our tradition, and we would still lie together in bed at night. Neither of us slept, but usually we would just hold each other, and drift off into as close to sleep as we could get, daydreaming in silence. Other nights we would talk, sometimes all night, until the early hours of the morning, where we would usually lapse into our peaceful silence once more. Of course, some nights we passed our time in other, more intimate, ways.
Today I was without Edward. He had been kidnapped early in the morning, by his brothers. So, I was alone, thinking back; letting one of my human memories play back in my head. In a few years, I wouldn't be able to do things like this, so why not take advantage of it?
We were standing at the foot of the stairs, and Edward had kissed me for the second time. As embarrassing as it was, I had actually collapsed into his arms. That power he had over me was terrible. Even as a vampire he still could dazzle me. It wasn't fair.
"Bella?" His voice was alarmed as he caught me and held me up.
"You...made...me...faint," I accused him dizzily.
"What am I going to do with you?" He groaned in exasperation. "Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!"
I had planned on reflecting on a bit more, but then I felt someone rapidly stabbing me in the arm with what felt like a butcher knife. My eyes snapped over, and my head turned to the side to see Alice, poking me several times with her index finger.
"Ouch!" I squealed, pulling my arm back so hard, that I tumbled out of bed and on to the floor.
Alice snickered. "Oh, stop being such a baby, Izzy."
"Ew," I wrinkled my nose. "Never, ever, call me that ever again."
Alice chuckled, "Alright."
Suddenly something hit me, and I jumped to my feet, as my eyes widened to the size of golf balls.
"Oh my god!" I squealed, staring at Alice with my wide burgundy eyes, not blinking.
Alice giggled. "You know what happens today?"
I blinked. "Oh my god, I'm getting married."
Today was October 16th.
It was my wedding day. The week had passed, and I was getting married to Edward at twilight. Without sleep, keeping track of the days was difficult. The days blended together, like a mass of hours, dates almost undistinguishable.
But, judging by the look on Alice's face, it was safe to assume that I was correct. Holy freaking crap, I was getting married.
"We gotta get started," a voice said from the doorway. "We got some work to do before you're ready to walk down that aisle."
I snapped my head to Rosalie. Oh crap. I had two hyperactive vampires wanting to turn me into their own personal Barbie doll. That was a scary thought.
"Rosalie?" I asked, confused. "You want to help?"
"Of course," she said, offering me a tiny smile. "We're not going to be best friends anytime soon, but I suppose it's about time I accept you as a sister."
I smiled back. "I can live with that,"
"Okay, makeover time!" Alice exclaimed, clapping her hands together.
I shot Rosalie a nervous glance, and she giggled.
"Don't worry," Alice cooed.
"Don't worry!?" I exclaimed, as Rosalie grabbed me by the wrists, and started pulling me towards her bedroom. "That's like an oxymoron when you two, and make up are involved!"
They cackled as they shoved me into the bathroom. Cackling; that was a sign, a very bad sign. They sat me down in a chair in front of the sink, with my bath facing the mirror.
"I suppose this should be considered an act of compassion?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest. "Not allowing me to watch my own torture?"
Rosalie grinned. "You could look at it that way."
"And we're not torturing you, Bella." Alice scoffed, pulling a straightening iron out from under the sink. Well, at least they weren't curling my hair…
"Yes you are," I snapped. "I hated Barbies when I was a kid. My cousins used to rip their heads off. Now I am being forced to become one. That is torture."
The two didn't respond. They just rolled their eyes, and proceeded to poke and prod at my hair, much to my dissatisfaction. This was going to be a very long day.
Several hours later, the two girls stepped back to admire their work. They were smiling, and nodding, whispering to each other in hushed tones. With my hearing, I could have heard their conversation if I had concentrated. However, I didn't bother.
Suddenly, Alice made a face.
"Oops," she said.
"What!?" I screeched. Oops? Oops was bad, very bad. Oh God, Alice said 'oops,' after giving me a makeover, an hour before by wedding. That basically meant that I was screwed. That was like a doctor who gave the wrong person heart surgery, or someone clipping the wrong wires, and a bomb exploding.
Oops was very bad.
They both laughed, and Alice wiped my cheek with her thumb, quickly, and then stepped back, smiling.
"There," she announced. "There we go, all better."
"There was some eyeliner smeared on your cheek." Rosalie clarified.
"Wait, a smudge of eyeliner?" I blinked. I could feel the shock on my face. I tried to keep my voice calm, but it had an edge of hysteria to it.
"Yep," Rosalie nodded, wiping non-existent sweat off her forehead, with the back of her hand. "That would have been embarrassing."
"That was it!?" I said, my voice getting louder with each word.
They nodded, their eyes wide. I think they probably thought I was insane.
"God," I huffed, taking in a deep breath. "I thought you singed my hair off or something."
Rosalie laughed. "Do you really think we would do that to you?"
I blinked. "Not on purpose."
"Okay, whatever, dress time." Alice said, waving her hand dismissively.
After much effort, we finally had gotten the dress on me. Alice, Rosalie, and I had gone shopping shortly after the Jacob incident. (They had to make sure they had healed completely first, which took a few days.) The dress was absolutely gorgeous.
It was a strapless, white dress, with a bell like shape to it. Above my waist was like a corset, and it was laced in beads. Wrapped around my waist was a black ribbon. One of the strands reached my knee, and the other was a few inches longer. Below the ribbon, the dress puffed out a bit, and swished when I walked. In a word, it was perfect.
"You look beautiful, Bella." Rosalie said, as she fluffed my hair quickly. It was pin straight, and it ran all the way down to my mid-back. I was still shocked by the fact that I would never need a hair cut again.
Alice grinned. "Edward is going to be speechless when he sees you,"
"I hope he can manage out an 'I do'" I said, twiddling my thumbs.
Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you've got cold feet."
"No, no." I shook my head. "But what if Edward does?"
Alice scoffed. "Right, like that's going to happen."
"It could," I sighed.
"Just shut up and let us get dressed," Rosalie said. "Edward is not going to leave you at the altar. He loves you, and he will stop at nothing to put a wedding ring on your finger. I may not have seen it before, but it's obvious now."
"Thanks Rose," I smiled.
"Anytime," She said.
Carlisle would be performing the ceremony, and we were having it at home, outside under the moonlight. Esme, Tanya, Carmen, Irina, and Kate had decorated the outside deck, probably the same way Edward had for the proposal. The decorations were in good hands.
Soon, Alice and Rosalie were making their way downstairs, dressed and ready. Their dresses were gorgeous, as well.
The dress was black, to match with me, and flat in the front. But the back was ruffled, from the mid-back to the bottom. It was strapless too, and it reached the floor.
Alice and Rosalie were my bride's maids, and I had chosen Esme as my maid of honor. She had been the mother that I needed through all this hell and she deserved to be honored as the important woman that she was.
Since Charlie couldn't walk me down the aisle for obvious reasons, Laurent was to be the one to do it. He was my best friend, and had been my support system when Edward was away fighting Jacob. He was there for me when I needed him, and I was there for him, too. He was going to be there for me now.
Besides the fact, neither of my brothers could do it anyway. Emmett was best man, and Jasper was the ring-bearer. That was decided only because Jasper was best man at Emmett's last wedding, so it was Emmett's turn. Laurent had to be there for me some how, he was too important to me not to.
A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. That had to be Laurent. Holy crap, I was about to be married. I jumped up from the bed, and ran to the door. If my heart would have still been beating, it would be pounding through my chest.
I turned the knob, and stepped into the hall. Laurent flashed me a smile, and took my arm. I took in a deep, unnecessary breath, and Laurent chuckled.
"You ready for this, doll face?" he asked, leading me to the stairs.
"I am," I stopped at the top step, and nodded.
He kissed me on the cheek. "You look lovely, by the way."
I grinned, "Thanks, handsome."
Laurent did look rather handsome. He was wearing a white tux, with a black tie. All the women were in black, except Esme and I. She had her own special maid of honor dress. All the men were in black, except Edward. Alice had it all color coordinated.
We descended down the stairs, and around through the living room, and then the kitchen. We stopped right in front of the back door. The small audience stood up, and my lullaby started playing through speakers that hung on the outside walls of the house.
I gasped, I hadn't been expecting that.
Laurent pulled a little on my arm, and we started down the aisle. We walked in-between the two sections of chairs. I scanned the audience, and was shocked at what I saw, that I almost thought I was going to fall over.
On one side was the Denali coven, an empty spot next to Tanya, reserved for her current boyfriend, Laurent. The other side contained people that I had never seen before.
There were three males, and a female. The first male seemed as if he was the eldest. His skin was so pale, that it was almost translucent. To me, it resembled onion skin. His hair was jet black, and his eyes were burgundy.
The male next to him had the same pale, onion-like skin, and burgundy eyes. His hair reached his shoulders, and was as white as his skin.
The third gentleman also had the old skin, and the burgundy eyes. He had black hair like the first male, but it was very long. Much longer then the second guy's hair had been.
The female was sitting next to the first gentleman, on the other side. She was very, very small, even smaller then Alice. Her hair was brown, and trimmed short. When she looked at me, I saw that she had the fierce burgundy eyes as well. I noticed she was very beautiful.
Laurent's grip on my arm tightened as the female looked at me, and he gave her a warning glare. I wondered for a moment what that was about. I looked up at him, questions in my eyes. He shook his head, and bobbed it in Edward's direction, telling me to look at him.
When I did, my breath hitched in my throat. He looked amazing, the black of the tux contrasting with his pale skin, and making him look like he was almost glowing. I noticed him staring at me as well, and I smiled sheepishly.
When we finally reached the end of the walkway, Laurent gave me a quick hug, before departing to take a spot next to Tanya. I smiled as I watched him wrap an arm around her. Soon, he will be up here.
I stood in front of Edward, and he took my hands in his, causing me to grin. Carlisle started speaking, but I wasn't even paying attention. I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts, staring into Edward's beautiful topaz eyes. Suddenly though, his eyes turned urgent, and they flashed between Carlisle and I.
I blinked, and Carlisle raised an eyebrow at me. "Bella…?"
If I could, I would have blushed. I had been too lost in Edward's eyes, and my own musings, that I hadn't even heard my cue.
"Oh, right, that's my line," I said, and Edward watched me with nervous eyes, his body somewhat stiff.
I took a deep breath. "I do."
I heard mutable sighs of relief come from the audience, but the most obvious was from Edward. I just smiled apologetically.
Next thing I knew, Edward's velvet voice whispered, "I do."
The next line, I actually heard. It was Carlisle finally saying, "You may now kiss the bride."
Edward's lips were on mine then, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, as he spun me around once. I heard the audience clap, as Edward sat me down on the ground in front of him.
He brushed a strand of hair away from my face. "You scared the crap out of me, you know that?"
I giggled, "I'm sorry," I said, placing a hand on his cheek. "It's your fault, Mr. I Dazzle People."
Edward laughed, and wrapped his arms around me again. He kissed the top of my hair, and I snuggled close to his chest.
"Come on, Mrs. Cullen," he said, pulling away, and grinning. "I believe we have a wedding reception to get to."
I took his hand in mine, "Well, what are we waiting for then?"
And the star-crossed lovers stepped into the twilight.