Alec

2. SILVER BULLET

I sat on my bed thinking only of Alec as I blasted Fall Out Boy through my ear phones. And I cried. Tears flooded my eyes and poured. This was my entire fault. Had I just left Bella and her family alone I would not be turning into a vampire, and I would not be causing Alec so much pain. My stuff was all packed, Esme had seen to that last week, and it was on its way to Italy now. Tonight was my last night and Alice was determined to throw me a going away/birthday party. A new born vampire birthday party. I hissed at her when she mentioned this little fact but she just grinned and said: "See you're already on your way."

As of now I was sulking in a corner of my room, with Renesme playing with my makeup at my dresser, and Esme was finishing up the hand made dress for my farewell. It was a beautiful ivory tone that was knee length and flared like a kerchief. An extremely light mint green lace created a beautiful Victorian neckline and accents along the cuffs and hems. Alice had finished my hair hours ago, and was presently decorating the house with God knows what. You think she would have learned the first time, but no, she was insistent, and no one could convince her other wise.

I slipped into the dress. It was absolutely stunning, with all the lace that covered it. I had a high suspicion that the neck line was to help Alec. So far he had never left the room I was in unless, of course, it was the bathroom or my own personal room. Alec always looked to be in pain and was constantly staring at me or directly at his hands as if contemplating, but he never left my side. He kept a healthy distance, almost too healthy, for I wished him closer, but then again Edward was breathing down his neck.

I sighed, letting myself calm down and the tears dry, and then with one last glance in the mirror I let Renesme guide me down the stairs. My mouth popped open. The house was decked out with thousands of blood red roses, lanterns and various lights lit the house with a warm glow. I cringed at the sight of all the glass bowls and mirrors. The next step in Alice's plan to get me killed, or hanging on to dear life so Carlisle would be forced to change me, no doubt. And there was my family, standing at the bottom of the steps, smiling. Nessie ran into Jacobs's arms and he took his place back with the rest of the Cullen's, and he was replaced, to my shock, with a very peaceful looking Alec. His eyes were a brilliant red underneath his brown contact lenses and he was dressed in a ritzy white suit with matching mint green accents. The suit being compliments of an insistent Alice, and a stern word from Esme, surely.

Alec slowly held out his arm for me to take and almost eagerly I took it. He smiled a breathtaking smile and I nearly died right then and there, but I managed to smile and stay alive… barely. We stared at each other for a few moments, and I began to ponder what he himself was thinking. We both snapped out of it when someone, possibly and most likely Emmet, cleared their throat and coughed. I looked at them sheepishly.

"Hi." I grinned at them and they all let out a forced laugh.

"Well hi there!" came an unexpected voice, that of Charlie. "This is unexpected, running off to Italy without your old man eh?"

"Dad!"

I had completely forgotten about him in all this mess. I let go of Alec for a pained moment and hugged my dad closely. That is when I just so happened to notice all the other people there. I groaned. The whole figgin' school was here, dressed in their finest as if at a ball, with me as the center of attention. My cover story was that I was going to college in Italy for a semester, and then I would just "conveniently" disappear. So here was my going away party. Yippee.

"Let's get this party started, right!" Emmet roared which was met with an uneasy but thunderous roar of approval.

Alice was already on top of the game, and music started blaring from the speakers. Of course, just like Alice to start with Nelly Furtado's "Man Eater" track. I was in Alec's arms in an instant, his cold skin radiating like a blizzard through his jacket. I looked up surprised but he was looking at a boy who was headed over to me who I recognized as Eric. I touched Alec's hand and stroked it softly, I felt his head turn and stare at my hand stroking his. This was the most contact we had had since we met.

"It's alright." I whispered in a low voice. "He's going out with Angela, the dark haired one next to the punch bowl. He is probably just coming over to say hi."

But it was not Eric, and he was not coming over to say hi, either. It was a man no one knew, and when I heard Edward roar and Alice scream I saw the gun and the amazingly the bullet that was whizzing towards me. Alec managed to move me, snarling, but another one was fired and it hit me dead on in the chest before comprehension could set in. I screamed as pain ripped me in half and fell to the floor in shock. There was an uproar of shock and screams. Some one else has been shot before Emmet was on top of the gun man and had managed to detain some level-headedness over his vampire instincts. Esme was evacuating the house with Rosalie and Alice, and Dr. Carlisle was standing over me trying to talk to me.

"Pai- pain. Chest." I choked, then I blacked out.

I gasped and sat up, my back ram rod straight. It was a dream, only a really bad dream. I felt hot and sticky, completely gross . . . and it was two thirty-seven in the morning. I sighed and rolled over, snuggling into my pillow. Today was my last day, and what an ominous dream to have too.