Author's Notes: I do not own Twilight or New Moon.

Here I would like to answer a review that struck me as interesting, because this sentiment has been expressed a few times now:

theloserhobbs wrote: Oh that's so sweet, but I really don't want Bella to leave Edward.

To be quite honest, I don't think that she would do that in reality.

Grey Eyed Detective: Well, she has a pretty good reason for leaving him. The first hint will come in this chapter. Stay tuned! wink ;)

Freesia Juliet

Part One: My Ancient, My Only

Chapter Six: Capture

(Bella's Point of View (probably will be BPOV from now on))

"You can't make me," I growled as Alice and Rosalie approached me, brandishing a tape measure. "I will not be a willing hostage!" I shrieked as I raced for the door of the guest bedroom, where I was currently in residence.

"You can't run from us," reminded Alice with placidly as she got ever closer.

I stuck out my tongue. "Vampire!" I gave in and let them catch me.

"So?" smirked Rose as they began a torture fit for the Inquisition. Maybe Carlisle had taught them a few tricks.

Bust size… chest size… waist size… hip size… Rosalie rattled off figures and Alice recorded them. "If we're going to fit you into Esme's old gown, then we need to know what alterations to make," explained Alice sympathetically.

It had been my idea to go see Esme, Rose, and Alice's old wedding gowns. When they showed me the dress Esme had worn to marry Carlisle for the first time, I fell in love.

It was made of delicate ivory lace, carefully trimmed with white satin. Because it was made in the late twenties, it had a high collar, long sleeves, and an outrageously long train. I still flinch just thinking about the damage my inbred klutziness could do to such flimsy material. But Alice and Rosalie were determined that if I liked the dress so much, they could modernize it. With Esme's blessing, they had already begun lowering the neckline, removing the sleeves, and shortening the train. The leftover lace, which had been handmade by Esme's mother, grandmother, aunts, cousins, et cetera, would be saved to accent the bridesmaids' dresses.

All of this work meant me standing for hours as they measured and re-measured me, and carefully fit the pieces to my imperfect human body.

There were other methods of torture they had prepared- flowers and centerpieces and color schemes and guest lists and menus. ("Because you'll certainly want to invite all of your human friends, and they have to eat.")

All I really wanted was to have a quiet little service with my family. But Alice and Rose insisted that they knew best, because they had both had several weddings over the years. Finally, I made up my mind: "Alice? Rosalie?"

"Hmm?" They looked up from the spot at my waist they were pinning.

"I've decided that I want you two to officially plan the wedding, since you're all much more interested in this than I am." Both smiled wickedly. Immediately I wondered if I had made the right decision...

I blinked, sleepy in Edward's arms. He had 'snuck' into the guest room to sit with me, though I doubt any of the Cullens minded. I yawned quietly and told him about my day. "My cousin Brad called from Atlanta this afternoon."

He stiffened. I wondered innocently why he had such a strong reaction to that name. After all, Brad was, for all practical purposes, my cousin. "And?" he asked with an irritated tone.

I shrugged. "I invited him to the wedding."

"Oh." His voice was strangely cool.

Something clicked in my head. "You spoke to my Aunt Abigail, didn't you? She was at the service? For—?" My voice stuck, and I couldn't finish my sentence.

Thankfully, he understood. "Uh huh," Edward nodded. "I met her. Nice woman, creepy kid."

I playfully punched him. I doubt he even felt it. "Hey, that's my favorite cousin you're talking about!" I protested.

He rolled on top of me. "Apparently they let cousins marry in Georgia." I blushed, not because of his words, but because I was painfully aware of how close Edward was to me at this moment.

"He's no competition," I assured him, reaching an arm out to run my fingers through his beautiful hair.

"Good," he growled protectively, his eyes bright as he kissed me.

At first it was like all our other kisses. Slow and gentle, just breathing each other's scent. My honey and musk Edward. Then, as usual, I couldn't help myself- I deepened the kiss a little and crossed the first boundary that Edward had set up 'to protect me.' But unlike usual, he did not break away. Perhaps he, too, felt the overwhelming closeness of our wedding day.

Suddenly, the world around me went white and I found myself gasping for air. My heart was going faster than I had ever felt it, and there was a tightness in my chest that I couldn't shake. "Bella?" I heard Edward say with concern as his cold fingers brushed the edges of my face. I could not respond, so I concentrated on breathing.

"Bella!" Edward repeated with a hiss. "Carlisle!" he shouted, his voice echoing throughout the quiet house. For a moment, I thought I saw Carlisle stumble in, half dressed. Maybe I would have been embarrassed if I wasn't so confused. Another seizing pain ripped through my chest…

"Bella's tachycardia produced an angina," explained Carlisle with a somber and pained face. I looked at him with blank confusion, and sat up a little taller in the hospital bed. He clarified, "Your heart was going so fast that it caused something like a pre-heart attack. Fortunately, there was very little tissue damage, so you'll feel pretty good in a few days."

"The other doctors were pretty surprised when an eighteen year old came in with an angina. We've never had one so young before." He eyed Edward suspiciously. "Since you're in good health, and your arteries are clear, it must have been triggered by stress."

Emmett snickered. I paled, mortified at what the others must think. "We kissed," growled Edward, shooting death daggers with his eyes at his brother. "That's all." I realized that of all people, this must be hardest on Edward. Who knew that I could have a heart attack just by kissing him!

I blurted out, without thinking (of course), "Does this mean that we can't kiss anymore?" More snickers from Emmett, this time joined by Jasper. Alice looked distressed. Rosalie maintained her usual aloofness, but I could sense she was laughing on the inside.

Carlisle smiled, fatherly. "No more stress for you for a while, young lady, but as long as you keep your heart under control, I think you'll be fine. You're heart may have been damaged by the trauma you experienced a few weeks ago. The timing of the attack was probably just a coincidence."

Emmett could hold back his thoughts no longer. "I never knew you inspired such things in a woman, Edward!" he crowed before ducking out the door and fleeing down the hallway.

Edward's eyes met mine for a moment. I nodded, a smile playing on my lips. He dashed out the door to seek retribution. I laid back, satisfied. Emmett was bigger, but Edward was faster and stronger. He would get his revenge on his brother. I closed my eyes, exhausted.

Sorry this chapter was short, but I promise the next one will be longer. Oh, by the way, it's the wedding! Please review so that my inspiration continues!

-Grey Eyed Detective