Chapter 7: Arguments

Alice POV

"In a heated argument we are apt to lose sight of the truth."

"He's going to kill you," I tell Blair.

"Really? You had a vision," she whips around in her chair and raises her eyebrows, a smirk on her face. I love having Blair in our family. It's been a wonderful six months since she's arrived. Her presence has made it easier for us to cope with loosing Bella. Even Edward seems to moving forward. The relationship between those two is often strained, but they get each other in a way that none of us do. Both are suffering broken hearts that only time will mend.

"It doesn't take vision to see that Edward is going to be upset that you have stolen one of his shirts and altered it and turned it into a dress for yourself," Blair had a tendency to push boundaries set by Edward. Edward hated anyone in his room, let alone stealing a shirt and changing it permanently.

"The guy has like a million blue shirts, and besides,' she states holding the dress up against herself, "look how cute it is."

I smiled, I had to admit it did look gorgeous, "Where did you learn to do that?"

Blair shrugged, "My mum. She was a designer."

I know not to ask more, although Blair has adjusted well to our life in London, she still misses New York. She rarely hunts and has not spoken to anyone outside our household.

My thoughts are interrupted when Edward enters the room, "Is that my shirt?" A scowl appears on his face and his hands tense. He looks like he is getting ready to deal with a misbehaving child.

"Yes," Blair smiles sweetly at Edward, and I have to smirk. Edward shoots me a look that quickly wipes it from my face. Although he can read my mind without any problems, he still can't read Blair's.

"Blair," Edward begins slowly, but Blair cuts him off.

"You're not even mad," she insists, "you're just bored and getting in a fight with me will be entertaining."

Blair smiles again at Edward, who shrugs and turns away. How is it that Blair can just do that to him? She has a way of calming him down like none of us have been able to. I sometimes think of Blair as a gift sent to us to help Edward through loosing Bella.

Hearing this Edward turns to me, "She's here because a truck driver didn't see a stop sign," he mutters and leaves the room.

I turn to Blair who has busied herself fixing the seam on her shirt dress with such intense focus that I realise she's faking it. Edward's words hurt her.

"Blair," I begin, but Blair just shakes her head and I know not to push any further.

"We hate some persons because we do not know them; and we will not know them because we hate them."

"It was out of line," I tell Edward, as I sit down on the couch next to him, "When will you ease up on her? When will you admit that you like having her around?" I'm referring to Blair of course.

"Did I hurt her?" Edward asks gently.

"I think she wishes she felt more like one of us. You making comments such as that one, they make it seem like she was forced upon us," I say.

Edward stares at me, "wasn't she?"

I shake my head in disbelief, "Edward! She's our family now. Look me in the eye and tell me that after her knowing her for six months that you would rather we left her in that car."

Edward shakes his head, "I love having her around," he admits, "I find her intriguing and helping her takes my mind off things."

"But-?"

"I feel like we replaced her," Edward looks away. It is the first time he has actually brought up Bella.

"We didn't," I whisper, "It was just how things turned out. And you shouldn't punish Blair for that."

"The quickest way to end and argument, is to lose it."

Later that night I'm sitting with Rosalie in the lounge room, flipping through fashion magazines.

"Where's Blair?" Rosalie asks, "I need her eye for fashion."

"I think she an Edward went for a walk," I say, my eyes focused on a pair of Ralph Lauren sunglasses.

Rosalie shakes her head, "I can never tell if those two like each other or are about to rip the other one's throat out. Literally." She smiles wickedly.

"You and me both," Blair answers, who is suddenly standing in the doorway.

"Where's Edward?" Rosalie asks.

"He said he'd come back soon. Just wanted some time alone," Blair seems distracted.

"How was the walk?" I ask as Blair sits down in the entrance, not bothering to make her way over to us.

"Interesting." Blair pauses, and then says, "I've never asked this. I knew it was none of my business."

"Asked what?" Rosalie raises an eyebrow.

Blair takes a deep breath, "Bella."

I shake my head, "Blair, Edward was insistent that we don't mention her. It's too hard for him if we talk about her."

"Except that even without talking about her, she still affects you. She still affects us. Edward said that my being here complicated things because of his emotions in regards to leaving Bella," she looks at Rosalie, "I just want to know. I want to understand."

Rosalie looks at me, "she has a point. It affects her too."

"If Edward wanted her to know, she'd know," I say.

Rosalie shrugs, "She already knows. We'd just be filling in the gaps."

"She was human," Blair states.

"Yes. She attended Forks High School," Rosalie says.

"And they were in love?" Blair's voice breaks on the last word.

"Love would be to put in lightly," I say, "They were two halves of a whole."

"So, what? Why'd he leave her? Why not change her?"

Rosalie takes a deep breath and tells the story, including James and Victoria, Edward's belief that remaining human was in Bella's best interest, Jasper's attack on Bella and finally Edward's decision to leave. Blair's eyes are glassed over by the end of the story. I know she feels Edward's pain as she herself has experience heartache.

"Just like that?" she asked, "he left her?"

Rosalie and I nod, "It was for the best."

Blair shakes her head, "No. No it wasn't. If he loved her he should have stayed with her. He would have done anything to keep her safe, to keep them together."

"It's not that simple Blair," I say, "he couldn't make that decision for her. It would have changed her whole life."

"He already made that decision by pursuing a relationship with her and then leaving her with her heart ripped out," Blair snaps, "that poor girl."

"What would you know?" Edward suddenly enters the room, towering over Blair who is still sitting in the doorway.

Blair shakes her head, "I'm just thinking of her."

"You," Edward points his finger at her, "don't get to say anything about her."

"No one gets to say anything about her," Blair stands up, "for someone you loved so much, you sure as hell are going out of your way to make it seem like they don't exist."

Edward takes a step forward to Blair, their faces are only inches apart, "Blair, you have no right to judge me on my treatment of the ones I love."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Blair shot back, not at all intimidated.

"You think I didn't see? That night on the rooftop. You think I didn't look into their memories? Chuck's? Nate's? Serena's?" Edward asks. Emmette, Jasper, Carlisle and Esme have entered the room now from the other entrance, but Blair and Edward have not taken their eyes of each other.

"Edward" Blair warned, "Don't."

"I saw what you did to them. You attempted to destroy your best friend's future by accusing her of an alcohol addiction in front of college scouts. You slept with your boyfriend's best friend. You hazed freshmen," Edward shook his head, "all because you're Blair Waldorf right? You can get away with that."

Blair began to shake with rage, I feel Carlisle and Jasper tense as they get ready to separate them, should Blair attack but she makes no move.

"Stop it!' Blair shouts, stamping her foot.

"Face it Blair," Edward retorts, "you were a monster long before we turned you. You want to know why I treat you differently. It's got nothing to do with Bella. I'm waiting. I'm waiting for you to give in and become what you always were. Evil."

"Edward!" Carlisle snaps. Edward looks at Carlisle and I can tell he already regrets what he said. Blair does not look at us. She turns and leaves the room. Running so fast, that within seconds it's like she was never there.