Fake Funeral

As we all sat around looking at Bella, I had another hit of the vision. This vision didn't involve the fake funeral that I would be planning. This vision involved me and Bella, in her room. What happened next was that I willed the vision to go away, and surprisingly it did. My visions were infallible, I knew of that, but there was no need for me to think too much of it when I would think my visions was playing around with my emotions. I didn't want to have my hopes up so high, to just suddenly have it stumble back down and melted in a deep pool of nothingness. The sound of Bella clearing her thought brought me out of my thought, in which I was sure that Edward had been reading all along. I turned my attention to her, and raised an eyebrow in expectant.

"Well, Edward can be walking along the beach somewhere in the States, and he found two bodies washed up to the shores. He got curious and went to investigate, only to find my and Alice's bodies." She finished, her crimson eyes glancing around the room to hear our approval, or anything at all. But we just sat there, a little bit shock if I may add, at her idea.

"And how did yours and Alice's bodies get into the ocean in the first place?" Rosalie was the first to speak, and I could tell that she was intrigued by this idea.

"We could say that Alice took me out on a boat and sailed towards some island that she didn't tell you guys about. Then there was a terrible storm and we got sucked into it. The boat got damaged and we were in a middle of an ocean with no one there to rescue us. And that was when Edward found us at the shore." Bella answered as if she had it all planned out, which all of us thought that she did, and we weren't wrong either.

"Wow. That is something." Emmett said in amusement, accompanying with a huge smile. I bet he was real proud of Bella for having thought of something that he couldn't even think of. Edward and I chuckled at that thought.

"So we're going by that scenario? Or do you guys have another one?" Bella asked, looking around the room until her eyes landed on me. "Do you have anything? After all it's your funeral as well."

I pursed my lips at that, and she chuckled. "We'll go with your idea." I murmured. She nodded and turned to everyone else.

"Well, shall we get to work? I pretty much want this out of the way." She said once more, and immediately everyone stood up after nodding. Besides, Carlisle would be arranging the funeral and such, while I had to do the makeup to make us look more…dead. Technically, we were dead , in a vampire way I suppose.

After much hours of Carlisle talking on the phone, announcing our death I suppose, Esme took Bella to her new room, while I spent my time in my room curled up on the bed. Of course, Jasper had to be there, since it was our room after all. I felt the dent on the bed, and Jasper shifted so that he could lay next to me. Immediately, I turned around and snuggled up against his chest. His arms snaked around me, and pulled me closer to him. It was the comfort that I needed, and even though he knew that he had already lost the battle of love, I was sure that he would be trying to win me back. Well, a part of me hoped that he was. So I was being selfish, in a way.

"What's wrong darling?" He asked softly in his southern accent. The accent that I used to love, but that love wasn't enough it seemed. No matter how much I tried to give him all of my love, I knew that it wasn't enough, since my heart wasn't with him.

"Nothing." I lied, and snuggled closer to him. Unfortunately, he wouldn't let it go. I guess that was what I liked and disliked about him.

"Alice, I can feel it, your doubt. Are you doubting Bella's feelings for you?"

I sighed at that. "Maybe." A short answer, and that was all the answer that he needed for him to make a speech.

"Alice, do not doubt Bella's love for you. She loves you. She chooses you. She is confused right now -" Jasper started but I cut him off shortly.

"Confused?" I asked as I pulled away, looking up at him. "Why?"

He sighed and shook his head, before placing a soft kiss on my forehead. "Only you know the answer to that." With that, he pulled away and got off the bed. Then he was out of the room.

I sat up on my bed, and I was tempted to run a hand through my hair but I didn't have the heart to mess my hair up, then again I didn't care if I did in the first place. Then there was a light knock on the door, and her scent hit me. She was here. If my heart could beat, it would be pounding within my ribcage at this moment. My head jerked up towards the door, and she was already inside the room, with her back leaning against the door. Her eyes were on the ground, and I sighed.

"Bella, come in." I murmured and she looked up. There was that confusion that Jasper had told me about. But why was she feeling this way? Shouldn't I be the confused one? Wait, we were both confused.

"Alice, can we talk?" She asked, and I could tell that she was afraid of this topic. So I chose the best option for us; changing the subject.

"Let's leave this 'talk' after the funeral, shall we?" I suggested, and she reluctantly nodded. I smiled, but I was sure that the smile didn't reach my eyes. "Well, I'm sure that our funeral is going to be tomorrow, so let's get to practice shall we?"

"Practice?" She asked, in a bit of horror. I giggled at her tone.

"Of course, I'm going to make us look even more dead. But it would take practice, and who else should I practice my skills on but you?" I asked, a small smirk playing on my lips. She gasped, and I knew she was about to escape.

In a flash, I was in front of her, with my back facing the door. "I don't think so, Bella. I can't practice it on me." I said, my smirk seeming to spread a bit wider. She took a small step back, and groaned. I grinned, and moved forward, grabbing her and leading her towards to my vanity desk. We spent all of our night in front of the mirror, with me applying makeup on her to make her look dead. It was fun, since she kept on groaning and frowning at her looks.

The next morning, well we weren't really rushing around per say. We already had decoys for our bodies, which were surprisingly weird, especially I had to look at the fake body of myself. It was weird, and a little bit creepy. Everything had gone to plan, and Charlie had bought Bella's description of our supposed dead. Charlie wept, along with my family, especially Esme. I hoped that she knew that I wasn't exactly dead, but my family was great actors, so in a way I was moved that they all wept rather loudly. Esme was the first, then Emmett, even though I found it a little hilarious that he was weeping more loudly than Rosalie.

Carlisle distracted everyone just so Jasper and Edward would get our decoys. It was all under a minute, really, and soon enough Bella and I were racing towards our home. I knew that we would have to move away, very soon, but there was one thing that needed to be done after all. Victoria was just around the corner, and I knew that she wouldn't give up on hurting Bella. After all, Edward did kill her mate.

"Alice, can we have that talk now?" Bella asked as soon as we entered the house. I sighed, but didn't say anything as I continued my way up towards the stairs. She followed me behind, without any question asked.

I led her to her room, where I've foreseen the vision from yesterday. I entered her room, and let my eyes studied her room. She hadn't decorate it yet, and I couldn't blame her. I did take all of her time on practicing my makeup skills on her after all. I paused in the middle of the room, sighed, and turned around to face her.

"What is there to talk about?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer to that. Me. Her. Us. Everything.

"Please, Alice. Talk to me. What are you really thinking?" She asked, pleadingly. I took a step forward, closer to her. She, too, took a step forward. And once I stopped, she too stopped.

"I've already told you, back in Volterra." I answered, but I knew that it wasn't enough for her.

"No, there's more. I want to know why you think that you're thinking my love for you is all but an illusion. Because Alice, it's not an illusion. It's real. What I said in the woods, I do mean it. Every single word of it. I love you, and only you. What can I do to make you believe that? What can I do to make you mine? Because Alice, I will do anything. I would conquer the world if you want me to, just so I can prove my love to you. Please Alice, just tell me what you're really thinking."

Every word was sincere, and I would of cried if I could. She loved me, she really did love me. And here I was, doubting her. But I couldn't be so sure. For all I knew, this might be another illusion. I couldn't dream, you see, so seeing things that I wanted to happen could be the only explanation.

"You love me?" Stupid, I know, but I needed to confirm this.

"Yes, I love you more than words could describe." She answered without hesitation.

Even if I wasn't moving forward, she was, and in a second she was already standing before me, her crimson eyes looking down at the very depth of my soul. I was melting into her eyes. I was giving my very own soul to her. My heart had already belonged to her, the moment that her smile warmed my heart in a way that I knew was impossible. I thought that Jasper was the only one that could do it, but with Bella it was different. With Bella, it was like my heart was set aflame, and I was being able to feel the warmth that Jasper hadn't really provided me with before.

"Then take all of this doubt away. I can't handle to stand here and think that all of this is an illusion. I…just can't." My voice broke at the last word, and the moment that I was about to look down, she cupped my face between her hands and made me look at her.

"As long as I'm still here, I assure you that this won't be an illusion." She whispered, loud enough for only me and herself to hear. Then she leaned down towards my face. I felt my heart desperately trying to beat again. Then her lips met mine, soft and gentle at first, and I relished in the softness of her lips.

There, she had proven that all of this wasn't just an illusion. This was real. Her love for me was real. I was just imagining things that weren't real. I was a fool to doubt her love. Now, I was a fool in love with the most amazing woman that had ever existed. I thanked for whoever it was that had brought me to her. Because, next to Jasper, Bella was the greatest gift, the most amazing gift that I've ever received in my all of my existence.

A/N: Not really a romantic way to prove your love after your supposed dead now, is it? The next chapter won't be an M because sex after the funeral is just plain weird. And seriously, I can't really think of any death scenario for Bella and Alice except that they drowned and got washed up on the shore. How can you really kill a vampire, really? Except for the obvious facts.

Anyway, thanks for all your reviews and all. =]