A/N: Just a little chapter featuring Alice and Rosalie that I wrote in English. Enjoy! Perhaps it's time for another bribe. I need to reach 55 reviews in total for the fic beforeI grace you with the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters.

Bloody Mary

"Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary!" Alice whispered to the darkness surrounding her as she spun on her heel to gaze into the bathroom mirror.

Realizing that something, or someone, failed to appear in the glass of the mirror, she tried again.

"Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary!"

Once again, there was nothing.

Getting aggravated at the lack of appearance by supernatural beings other than herself, she screamed at the top of her lungs: "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary!"

Can you guess the result?

Nothing.

Giving up, Alice flicked on the lights and stormed out of the bathroom. She didn't get two feet down the hall, however, when Rosalie decided to block her path.

"Alice, what were you doing in there? It sounding like you were screaming out bloody murder." Rosalie smirked nonchalantly at the look of anger on her sister's face.

"Well, since it is the eve before Halloween, I was trying to conjure up Bloody Mary." Alice replied dejectedly.

"Bloody Mary?" Rosalie questioned. "Who's that and what is she doing in our house?"

Chuckling, Alice explained "She's not in the house. She's the spirit of young Mary Worth, the murdering Queen of Scots. It's said that the night before Halloween it is possible to summon her cursed spirit in a bathroom by shrouding the room in darkness and saying 'Bloody Mary' three times before turning around to face the mirror. I've heard some humans at school talking about how the mirror supposedly turns red before her face appears. Others have said that she shows up blind and tries o scratch your eyes out."

Rosalie didn't look amused.

"You actually believe that, Alice?"

"I believe in vampires, don't I?" She smiled innocently.

"I guess."

"And werewolves."

"Alright."

"So… Do you want to give it a go?"

"What?" Rosalie asked, stunned that Alice would even ask her something so ludicrous.

"Alice, that's just an old urban legend. It doesn't really work."

"Really now?" Alice smirked. "Prove it."

Sighing, Rosalie said, "Fine."

She trudged her way into the bathroom. Alice could hear her repeat the chant from her position in the hallway. Moments later, Rosalie walked out, giggling.

"So? Did you see anything? Were you able to summon Bloody Mary?" Alice probed, anxious for an answer.

"Yeah, I think I did."

"Really?"

Rosalie just nodded.

"What was it? What did you see?" Alice cried in excitement.

After a small pause, Rosalie stated: "You."

"Me?" Alice asked, stunned. "You saw my image in the mirror?"

"Yes, oddly enough."

"I don't get it! You're supposed to be able to see Bloody Mary, not me!"

"Alice, I did see Bloody Mary."

"But you just said that you saw me."

"I did." Alice clearly didn't understand so Rosalie continued. "Considering you drink bloody, have the gift of sight, the opposite of blindness, and were presented the name Mary Alice Brandon, I'd say that I saw the true Bloody Mary, not the alleged murdering Queen of Scots." The blonde chuckled as she glided away, leaving a speechless Alice behind.