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Basically, it's been 10 years since Bella was changed into a vampire. The Cullens don't know she's a vampire. They think she's dead. In this chapter we introduce an OC named Sam. And so the fun begins!
Alice's P.O.V.
"Rosalie!" I called up the stairs. I wasn't yelling, but I knew she could hear me in her room.
"I'm not going shopping with you!" she replied, sounding annoyed. I sighed. I'd known her response, but I couldn't help but hoping she might change her mind at the last second. I could hear her stomping around her room, angry at just about everything.
"Jasper," I said. It wasn't a question, since I knew what he'd say.
"Of course," he said, moving to my side in a movement that was too fast for any human eyes to follow.
"Thanks," I said and headed out to the garage. I slid behind the wheel of Carlisle's Mercedes, since it was the least flashy. Jasper rubbed his temples as he got into the passenger side, fighting one of the headaches he got every now and then. I frowned, knowing the cause and that I was a part of it.
Ever since Bella died our family had been a flurry of emotions, none of them good. Edward was depressed, as was to be expected, and he spent most of his time brooding. Esme was always sobbing, feeling like she lost a member of her family. Rosalie was angry that a human had ruined our family. Emmett was upset about Bella and pouting because Rosalie wouldn't . . . well, no need to say that. Jasper was too busy trying to tune out everyone else's emotions to feel anything. Carlisle alone was calm, not because he didn't love Bella, but because he knew that there were more important things than grief.
Me, well, I felt like I was wounded beyond repair. I'd lost my best friend, almost a sister, and it was all Edward's fault. If he hadn't made us leave her she never would've been killed. We could've protected her from every human danger on earth. We could've continued living in Forks with Bella and everything would've been perfect. Okay, so I'm leaving out the threat we pose to her if we lose control, but in my mind that doesn't matter. Stupid Edward and his logic! I thought as I drove down the highway.
"Sorry," I said, catching Jasper's wince from the corner of my eye. He could feel all of our emotions. All the anger and sadness and despair, and it hurt him. True, he could control emotions as well as read them, but with that many strong ones coming at him all the time, there wasn't much he could do.
"Don't worry," he said, and a wave of calm washed over me. I smiled, reveling in the void where my bad feelings used to be. When it was just me Jasper could be wonderfully soothing.
We arrived at the my favorite shopping district in New York City, much sooner than any human driving normal speed could have. I parked and then headed inside, Jasper behind me. The street was bustling with people, and the scent of blood wafted by me like perfume. It was delicious, but resistible. We hurried into the nearest store and I began to look around for clothes to try on.
Sam's P.O.V.
I stepped out of the dressing room, wearing a short black strapless dress along with my knee high boots and net tights. I turned from side to side, examining my reflection in the three mirrors. Good thing it's just a myth that we don't show up in mirrors, I thought. I caught sight of a short girl in the store behind me and a blond boy standing off to the side, their skin as pale as mine. I rolled my blood red eyes as I reentered the dressing room. The chick was way to enthusiastic about shopping. I wouldn't be here if I didn't desperately need some new clothes.
I changed back into my normal clothes, a black miniskirt, gray tank top, black leather jacket, and the boots and tights from before. I picked up the clothes I'd been trying on and walked over to the cash register, dumping them on the counter for the clerk to ring up. I told her to hold on to them while I looked around some more and went over to one of the other racks. I pushed my chin-length black hair out of my face as I flipped through the clothes, unintentionally drawing closer to the perky girl and her boyfriend.
Alice's P.O.V.
I looked through the clothes, the joy of shopping overtaking my gloomy mood somewhat. It gave Jasper a little break at least. I was going through a rack of dresses when I caught the scent of another vampire nearby. I looked up and saw the source directly across the rack from me. It wasn't the fact that she was a vampire that had me gaping. It was how she looked. She looked exactly like Bella, or rather, how my visions had showed me Bella would look as a vampire.
"B-Bella?" I asked, not able to believe it. She was dead; she couldn't be standing here, but she was. I realized as I heard Jasper gasp behind me that I wasn't hallucinating. She looked at me questioningly, like she didn't recognize me. "Bella! It's me, Alice! Oh, I've missed you so much!" I said. I ran around the rack to hug her and stopped short when I saw what she was wearing. Bella had never had much style, but she'd never wear that. "What happened to you?!" I nearly shrieked.
"What'd you just say?!" she said.
"I don't think that's Bella," Jasper said softly, coming to stand beside me.
"What the hell are you talking about, freaks?" the girl snapped.
"That's definitely not Bella," I said.
The girl looked us over quickly, a wearing a look that suggested she was questioning our sanity. "Do you want something? Or are you just gonna stand there and gape like a fish?" she sneered. It took me a minute to recover myself and keep the wave of despair from crashing over me. I'd let myself hope that it was Bella, and realizing it wasn't was like her dying all over again. How could she look so much like her and not be her?
"Um, I'm Alice, and this is Jasper," I said, lacking anything better to say. How could I explain the whole Bella situation to a stranger? She'd never understand.
The girl rolled her crimson eyes, saying, "Whatever." She started to walk away.
"Aren't you going to tell us your name?" I asked. I was curious about this girl. I had to know if she was even the tiniest big like Bella.
"It's Sam, happy?" she said.
"Not really," I admitted.
"Well that's just too damn bad, now isn't it?" Sam snapped.
I heard Jasper growl softly and put a hand on his arm. Maybe this girl was mean and rude, but she looked too much like Bella to even think about hurting her.
"Oh, I'm so scared," she said sarcastically. She walked off again, moving to the other side of the store and not giving us another glance.
"We should—!" I started, turning to Jasper.
"No, we shouldn't," he said.
"But it could help," I told him, practically whining.
"She's not going to replace Bella, no matter how hard you try," he replied.
"We could at least give it a shot," I said, quickly checking the possible outcomes.
Jasper sighed and was quiet for awhile. "You know how it will end," he said finally.
"Yes," I said, grimacing, "but I'm willing to try it anyway."
"Then go ask her," he said motioning towards the girl.
"I don't know what you psychos are planning, but you better leave me out of it," Sam said. It wasn't loud, but we could hear her just fine. I walked over to her, using normal speed for the sake of the humans present.
"We just thought my brother would like to meet you," I said sweetly.
"Dare I ask why?" she replied.
"You look a lot like someone we used to know," I said, working to keep the strain out of my voice. She looked at me skeptically. She probably thought I was nuts. Maybe I was.
"Let me get my stuff first," she said, sounding resigned. I smiled as she went over to the counter and purchased her clothes, which I noticed were mostly blacks and grays. She seriously needed a new wardrobe, though I had to admit the goth style looked good on her.
Sam's P.O.V.
I shifted my shopping bags on my lap as the Mercedes purred, speeding me and the two weirdos, Alice and Jasper, towards the rich part of town. I'd never been in a Mercedes that wasn't stolen before. It felt strange, almost wrong. The feeling of discomfort increased as we arrived at their building and took the elevator up to the penthouse. I'd also never been in a penthouse that wasn't broken into. I hadn't been the best person in my human and early vampire life.
I followed the two in, setting my stuff by the front door. I looked around the huge apartment, which was furnished in all white, surprised by the expensive décor. I was mostly a nomad, and I didn't understand why you would want to decorate your house so completely when you might leave it before too long. My rule was, never get attached to anything you can't carry with you, including people.
"Wait here," Alice said and disappeared into another room, soon followed by Jasper. I sat down on one of the couches, acutely aware of how much my black outfit stood out among all the white.
Edward's P.O.V.
I heard voices on the first level of the penthouse and wondered who Alice and Jasper had brought home with them. I glanced over the edge of the loft and saw a girl with black hair and wearing black clothes sitting on one of the couches. It didn't matter; she was no one important. I rolled over on the bed and adjusted my headphones, letting the music drown out the sound of the rest of the family whispering downstairs. The only thing that got through was an occasional hiss from Rosalie, but that was nothing unusual.
"Edward! Can you come down here?" Carlisle called up the stairs.
"Sure," I said, though I wasn't enthusiastic about it. I turned off the music and set the headphones on the table, then dashed downstairs. "What is it?"
Then I caught sight of her. Bella. My Bella. It had to be. She was just standing there in front of the couch, looking awkward. She was the one in black that I'd seen before. How could I ever think she wasn't important? She was the most important thing in the world and she was—by some miracle—alive, and here with me. I couldn't stop myself from running over to her and scooping her up into a hug.
"What are you doing?" she asked, standing stiffly as I hugged her.
"I missed you!" I said.
"Get off me," she said, pushing me away.
"But, Bella!" was all I could manage, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Get that hand off of me before I break it," she snapped, stepping away from me.
I let go of her shoulder and stepped back as well. "I realize you're mad at me, but—" I started to say, but she cut me off.
"I'm not this fucking Bella chick! I'm Sam!" she said, her voice getting louder. She looked around at all of us standing there. "You people have lost it," she sneered and walked out the front door. I stared at the members of my family, scrambling to make sense of what had just happened and failing miserably.
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