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According to the news report, the truck was found abandoned at the US/Canada border. Alice was nowhere to be found so Bella thought she had half a day or so. She was in a cheap, sleazy motel off the interstate, more than an hour from Forks. She sighed as she let the steaming water drizzle down her face. The grime and sweat slid off. Ahh! She wrapped a towel around herself and put another around her hair. Stepping into the room, she started getting dressed. No doubt, she would have a lot of explaining to do but she felt Carlisle and Esme would understand. After all, Alice had to be controlled or she'd have all the Cullens broke and running from the debt collectors, not to mention the tax agencies. She thought about whether she should do it. Her prepaid cell phone was charged and had about 20 minutes preloaded so she could explain enough to Carlisle to get him to have Alice thrown in an asylum before tomorrow (not that it would be the first time for Alice). She picked up the phone and started dialing. Suddenly, the door flew open with a loud bang. Alice was standing in front of her, her eyes crackling with rage. "You… How could you!? My Centurion card was revoked!" she shrieked, throwing the card at her. Bella winced. (OW! Damn, forgot that the card is made of titanium.) Rubbing her forehead, she immediately cooked up one excuse after another.

"Don't blame me. This was YOUR idea!"

"Doesn't mean you have to be so cruel about it!"

"You were out of control from the minute you stepped into the mall!"

"I was not!"

"Excuse me. Alice Cullen, Queen of all Shopaholics talking to me!"

"You're exaggerating now!"

"I am not!"

"Yeah you are!"

"You're worse than Imelda Marcos!"

"I am NOT!! American Express cancelled my card!"

"That's your problem!"

"YOU had something to do with it!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did NOT!"

"Did too!"

"Give me your credit card!"

"I don't have it with me!"

"You're lying!"

"I am NOT!"

"Yes you are!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Let me use your card or else!"

"Or else what?! You'll torture me? Edward wouldn't like that! It seems someone could use a trip to "Shopaholics Anonymous." Alice's eyes flickered again. Oops, wrong thing to say. In the heat of the moment, Bella had stepped beyond the point of no return. Shopping was a religious experience to Alice. After running out on her, being a major pain in the butt with the shopping, causing Alice to lose her chance to get those Manolo shoes at half price, losing out on the clearance TAG watches, making her hunt for Bella all over the mall when she could be shopping and getting her credit card revoked. On top of all that – she'd been caught hiding in a cheapie motel trying to get hold of Esme or Carlisle since Alice's home phone number was visible on the phone's screen – it was bound to happen sooner or later. Alice Cullen had finally snapped.

She didn't have time to blink even though Alice was eight feet away. Bella felt two hot needles sliding into her neck. She couldn't scream because Alice had a hand over her mouth. She kicked and slapped at her but it might as well have been a fight with a brick wall. She felt the venom oozing into her and could feel the red liquid leaving her neck. It felt like an eternity. (So this is what it must be like. Will she be able to stop?) She was feeling light-headed and her arms might as well have been 20-ton bricks. She couldn't even lift her head. Alice fought hard, struggling to slow down. She finally let her fall on top of the bed. Bella flopped around on the bed like a freshly caught fish, the feeling all too familiar. Alice knew she'd be too weak to even get up. She walked downstairs to the truck. In a small cooler, she had kept a few packs of blood just in case. She grabbed three and jumped back up on the balcony. Sitting on top of her, she used her knees to hold the girl's head up and tore open the packet with her teeth. Pinching her nose shut, Alice slowly poured the blood. Bella felt the cold blood enter her throat. Why was Alice doing this? Why now? She couldn't breathe so she had no choice but to swallow. The feeling was horrible, it was like hot acid scraping down her throat as it entered her stomach. She could actually feel her stomach burn up. The world turned hazy, a hilarious, magnificent kaleidoscope of colors. No burned out stoner could imagine the beauty of what Bella was seeing! She felt her heart slow down as the heat coursed through her entire body – the feeling all too familiar. She felt like she had been set on fire. Her heart was very loud but it was slowing down. It skipped a beat or two. Then it ceased but she didn't black out.

Alice had finally caught her composure. She stared at the consequence of her action, unable to move. Bella Swann was dead. Bella Cullen was being born before her very eyes. The hair grew longer but was shinier as well. Her skin was pale but had no wrinkles or blemishes. Her nails were perfect. Alice felt guilt overwhelm her. She shouldn't have gone so far. She originally intended to scare Bella into letting her use the credit card again. Suddenly, she realized this was going to be even better. They could shop anytime, lunch and dinner be damned. She had the perfect shopping partner for life. They would make even the most spoiled princess jealous as hell.

Upon seeing the second bag of blood, Bella snatched it up and ripped it open, sucking the blood out, a lot of it spilling all over her shirt and pants, staining the carpet. She sucked every drop out. Unfortunately, it didn't even begin to quench her thirst. She grabbed the last bag and repeated, spilling even more but she had consumed over three liters. The burning in her stomach finally fizzled out and she was awash with continuous waves of sheer, relentless energy.

"Bella, are you alright?" Bella struggled to her feet. She could see everything in a different way. It was clearer. She actually heard the traffic rushing by, the crickets chirping in the forest, the leaves rustling on the trees. She could see the most insignificant detail in the carpet and the bedsheets. Blood was all over her shirt and arms up to her elbows but she didn't care. She felt so strong, so full of life! She laughed loudly and ripped the bathroom sink out. Then, she turned and kicked at the door. It flew off the hinges, crashing on top of a motorcycle parked below. Oops, forgot that newborns can't control themselves, thought Alice, feeling really ashamed.

Downstairs, a group of Hells Angels looked up and began running up the staircase, angry that the door had damaged their boss' bike. The boss had run to the bathroom to take a crap when Bella kicked the door out. She laughed hysterically as the fattest Angel pulled out a .45 and pointed it at her. She moved with speed she didn't even imagine was possible. Before he could blink, she yanked the gun from his hand and bopped him on the head with it. She then charged head-on into the other eight. It didn't matter that they outweighed her by a hundred pounds each – she might as well have been a Greyhound bus. Alice gaped. What have I done?! Bella laughed again and cackled: "Lestat, eat yer heart out!" She searched one unconscious Angel and found his bike keys and even better, a very nice chrome Python .357 with an 8" barrel. She took a long slurp of blood from him and Alice had to tear her off lest she drain him completely. The shortest one had a nice leather jacket. It was a tad loose but fit pretty well. Laughing, she leaped over the rail and landed on her feet.

She waited for the boss to show up. He gaped in shock. All his buddies were unconscious or bleeding all over. She shot at his feet and cackled "Dance fat boy!" He was confused but long enough for her patience to snap. She fired at his feet again. He immediately tap-danced and she laughed more and fired. The third shot missed him, hitting the window behind him. She fired again at his feet and again. Click-click. Oops, out of bullets. "Run!" she glared. He took off like the wind but she didn't feel like chasing him. Anyone else who was human would be amazed that 280-pound man could run so fast. She checked out his bike, a perfectly restored 1949 Harley Panhead with a custom seat and jet black paint job. She didn't even wait for Alice and cranked up the engine. Peeling out onto the street, she headed north. Alice had another vision. Oh shit! If a vampire could pee its pants, Alice would have. For once, Alice wished she couldn't see the future because she didn't like what just popped into her head.

Bella was laughing the entire time, her eyes focused totally on the road in front of her. She marveled at how clear her vision was as she darted around cars and semis like a ballet dancer – ironic considering that was what she did as a little girl. An hour later, she found the dirt path and yanked hard on the bars, sticking her foot out to catch the ground. She downshifted, clearly remembering what Jacob taught her, and twisted the throttle back open hard, kicking up gravel.

Esme heard the roar the instant Bella turned onto the path leading to the house. She didn't even slow down. The bike smashed through the glass door, scaring poor Carlisle out of his skin. Rosalie ducked behind Emmett. Edward was so shocked by what he saw that he couldn't even move. "Eddie-kins, I'm hooome!"

Even though he was nearly a state away, Charlie heard Edward scream: "Aaaaaaliiiiiiice!!" From that day on, if vampires ever wondered what a living hell was, they'd simply ask Alice Cullen. And she received a LOT of visits from other curious covens for decades to come since Carlisle and Esme had her thrown back in the Shopaholics Anonymous program again. It would be about a year before she "sobered up." And the Amex card? American Express released a new uber-low interest card for shopaholics like her. Ironically, Alice was not given one since she was neatly locked up in Carlisle's hospital.

A/N: nothing against the Red Bull company! It saved my heinie millions of times! And yes, the black American Express card is real. I've seen one.

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