A/N: Sorry about the long wait, I've had lots to do; high school is crueler than my parents could ever…okay, I wouldn't put it past them to shove me into a dungeon and bolt the door, then laugh as I screamed for help, but the teachers are just cruel… Anyways, sorry about not updating for, like, forever. I've been really busy, and that does nothing to help writer's block. So, without further ado, here's chapter five of Fate has Bite. Enjoy!

Chapter 5:

I'm So Sorry

Edward pulled into the old Cullen drive. His silver Volvo purred quietly as he drove it into the garage, and was completely silent as he withdrew the key from the ignition. Edward sat in the driver's seat, his hand tightly gripping the steering wheel, as he debated which angle to come at. He knew Alice would be able to avoid him if he came up with an actual plan, so he kept his choices ready, barely thinking about them at all. Instead, Edward thought about what Alice had seen. Or what he had thought she had seen. Presently, Edward had to take his hand away from the steering wheel to avoid breaking it. How could Alice have been wrong? His mind automatically brought back a conversation he had had with her, a long time ago.

"My visions aren't certain, Edward. They're just a brief flash of what's been planned. The closer a vision is to the present, the more likely it is to occur. Of course, that doesn't mean that they're not going to happen, either."

Edward pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to hold back the anger he felt. Alice was going to get it. She was definitely going to get it. He smiled smugly, knowing that Alice was probably seeing, right now, what Edward had decided split-second, as of a moment ago. He laughed darkly to himself as he went over the details in his mind, getting out of the car and rushing up to his old room.

"Because Edward convinced himself that you were going to kill yourself." Bella waited for the words to sink in, for her to curl up in a ball and start crying endlessly. A tear slowly made its way down her cheek, and her vision blurred with unshed tears. She stared straight ahead as she waited for the waterworks to come. She saw a blurred vampiric shape move to sit beside her, and it wrapped its arms around her, hugging her as if she were a sister. Those cold arms held her as she started to cry, and Bella turned into that embrace, hugging the vampire back. It started to rock her back and forth as Bella cried into its shoulder.

"Bella, why are you crying?" That melodic voice gently asked.

"Oh, Alice, you know why I'm crying!" Bella sobbed into the sprite-like vampire's designer clothes, probably ruining the red material. Alice shushed her, continuing to rock her back and forth while she gently rubbed her back.

"It's ok, Bella. It's ok. Everything's alright, I promise. It's ok," she spoke like this for a minute straight, and then abruptly paused in mid-word, and Bella felt the muscles in Alice's arms tense. Bella looked up at Alice's face in the dark room; she was staring straight ahead, her eyes glassy and distant, as if she was seeing something far away. A moment later, Alice was herself again, chattering away at a mile a minute.

"...need to do something about your room, it's just—plain. And how can you go see Edward wearing that? We'll have to do something about that, too. You'll need new clothes, now that I'm around again…" Alice kept on going, and it took Bella a moment to realize that she had mentioned E—him. She gasped quietly, and the tears started to flow again.

Alice stopped talking, noticing the change, and immediately went into pout mode. "Don't tell me that you're not going shopping with me. You need new clothes—" Bella started to sob, and Alice subsided again. In her mind, she quickly ran over the sentence when Bella had started crying again. A moment later, Alice's face was scrunched up with concentration. She fixed Bella with a hard stare.

"What on earth are you crying about now?" she demanded. Bella just cried harder, half-curling up in a ball. Alice blinked, confused, and cocked her head to the side. She decided on another approach. "Well, Edward—" At the sound of his name, Bella cried even harder than she was already, if that was even possible. Alice's eyebrows rose in surprise. "…You don't want to hear about…um, my brother, Bella? I thought you'd be ecstatic to see him again." Bella's sobs slightly quieted, and she attempted to answer Alice.

"It's not—that I—don't—want to see—him, it's that—he—won't want—to s—see—me," she stuttered out, in between the sobs. Alice was surprised at her answer. Of course Edward wanted to see her! Was she blind?!

"Bella, stop speaking nonsense like that. Now, I'll have to find something here for you to wear that's not too—"

"What do you—mean? Why not something fro—from your house?" Bella's sobs were starting to disappear.

"We can't go until you're ready, because Edward's already there—" Bella's gasp made Alice stop abruptly, waiting for the tears to come again, but Bella started shaking instead.

"What do—you mean, A—Alice?" Bella was forcing the words out, trying to get it out quickly, but her sobs were making everything so slow.

Alice frowned. "Ed—I mean, my loving brother who loves you so much is now waiting at my lovely house…" Alice went on for a bit, fitting more "love"s and "lovely"s into the sentence—and, somehow, it didn't sound too bad.

"No, I meant wh—what do you—mean. You s—said that—he—was w—waiting for me." Bella said, still sobbing.

Alice's scowl deepened. "Yes, is there something wrong with that?" When Bella just started sobbing again, Alice opened her mouth to speak, but froze again, her muscles going rigid. Bella knew that if she were to look up into Alice's face, she would see her starting straight ahead, her eyes glassy and distant, as if she was seeing something far away; Alice was having another vision. Suddenly, a few moments later, Alice seemed to snap out of it, grinning brilliantly and chattering away at a speed that other vampires probably couldn't keep up with. Bella caught bits and pieces; she was going on about "playing a trick", and "it'd be hilarious", and other nonsense Bella couldn't quite catch. Still sobbing—but not as much as before—Bella leaned back, resigned to wait out Alice's little rant.