Disclaimer: I am NOT Stephenie Meyer, so therefore these are not my characters.

About: They have landed in London, and Bella sticks to her plan of tormenting Edward. *You know he's loving it really*

This chapter shows a bit of their reaction to good old English town, and Carlisle's reaction.

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Alice Disrupts

The plane ride went smoothly. I was able to relax during the flight and just enjoy the tranquillity. I always felt, even when I was human, that planes gave me the opportunity to collect my thoughts. However, now that I was flying with my family and my loved ones, I could enjoy it more, rather than being stuck with strangers and feeling very alone.

Edward calmly loosened from his frustrated stance, his eyes meeting mine. His hands slowly unclamped from the arm rest. His back relaxed until he was slouched comfortably in his chair. Of course he wouldn't have felt any discomfort, but it caused confusion with the flight attendants when he looked so…*crazed*.

I guess I just have that effect on him.

I opened the window again as the sun began to set. The clouds shone with fire and I was awed at the beauty. I could see England below, lit up with lights as darkness set.

"Aww, it's beautiful," I heard being whispered over my shoulder. I lifted my head and looked up. Alice was leaning over my chair staring out the window. Her eyes sparkled in the reflection of the lights, and she looked enchanted by the view.

"Its home," I heard another voice sound beside me. Carlisle was sitting with his hand in Esme's and his eyes sparkled too, but his shone with the happy memories of his past.

I saw Esme squeeze his hand lightly, and Carlisle blinked back into the present.

We had to remain seated as we came down to land, since we were advised by the flight attendants. We'd all had a laugh once we were in private. Like we could get injured if we crashed.

We left the airport at around midnight. Carlisle walked out into the fresh air and inhaled deeply. You could almost hear his emotions floating through the air he breathed. You could tell from Jasper as well…he moved quickly, almost like electric flowed through his body. His body must have been filled with the excitement from 9 other people.

We managed to book into our hotel at around 1.30 am. The night was pitch black now, and the reception was empty. We all had separate suites on the top floor and we all went to our separate rooms to get unpacked. I was so excited, flitting round the rooms, taking in all the cute English pictures and bursting out on the balcony.

I suddenly stopped, mid-run, to realise that something wasn't right. Edward stood in the doorway of our bedroom, whilst I was examining the room. He slouched against the frame, staring at me.

"What?" I asked, walking slowly around the bed. I had a funny feeling I would have to escape somehow.

"Oh, nothing?" he purred, innocently fiddling with his fingernails. "I was just hoping you enjoyed the bedroom."

I glanced around me, looking at the bed. It was cute, but I didn't see anything special about it.

"Yeah, it's nice. Why?" I said, eyeing him curiously. He took a step forward, looking at a photo above the bed. It was a painting of the River Thames. He dropped his eyes slowly to connect with mine.

"Ah, nothing. It's just…" he sighed, "You're going to be seeing a lot of it this holiday," he said before crouching.

He sprung quickly, quicker than I could make my escape. He gripped me around my shoulders and had me pinned on the bed within seconds. A human with weaker vision might have seen this as a brutal attack, but for me…the way his hands caressed my body, making sure I wasn't hurt- I was in heaven.

We crashed to the bed, sending the millions of pillows flying everywhere. Edward had my t-shirt over my head quicker than I could have imagined, and my fingers soon found the buttons on his shirt.

He growled into my ear, and I couldn't resist. I growled back, staring him in his eyes, and tore the piece of fabric right of his back. He gasped in surprise and continued unbuttoning and unzipping things with his fingers. My breathing increased, my body arching to be closer. I swung my arms from around his neck to grip his sides. My fingers trailed lightly along his bare back, and he shivered above me. I trailed my fingers back to his shoulders before digging my nails into his flesh. I dragged my hand down his back, my nails scratching his skin. Edward growled again, rolling over on the bed so I was lying above him. I felt him as he gripped my jeans and thrusted towards me. I gasped, my emotions increasing. Edward's fingers felt across the band of my jeans, and he began to force them down. I thrusted back, and watched him moan. His eyes rolled back, but when they opened they were alive with fire.

Suddenly, whilst Edward was peeling my jeans off my legs, he paused and let go. His head dropped onto the pillow and his hands covered his face. "No, no….oh please god no," he cried, his hands muffling his voice.

I lay confused on his chest, panic flooding through my body. I gripped his hand and fought with him so I could see his face.

"Edward! Edward!" I cried shaking his shoulder softly, "Edward, what's the matter? What's happening?"

He moved his hands slowly, his eyes angered, but his mouth sad. I stared at him, trying to pry an answer from him.

"Edward, tell me," I whispered.

He shook his head, closed his eyes again and his hands clenched beside us. "I'm going to kill her," he growled through his teeth. This time it wasn't seductive. This time he was mad. I leant away from his body, slowly sliding up my jeans. I saw him peep through his eyes. I sat on the edge of the bed.

"Edward! If you're not going to be more specific, how can I help you?" I said, patting his leg gently. He opened his eyes again and sat up. He appeared to be thinking something over. Slowly he sighed, and rested his hands on his pulled up knees.

"Bella, it's…"

'Knock knock knock'

I jumped from the bed, spinning on my heel. Edward groaned again, his head dropping into his hands.

"Edward, who is it?" I whispered. I edged towards the bedroom door, peering round the frame. I turned my head back to Edward who was now stood, fastening his jeans.

"Who do you think?" he whispered down my ear. I sighed…I had a pretty good guess.

'Knock knock knock'

I cringed at the sound.

"Bella, were coming in," her voice sounded. I growled faintly.

I was still stood by the door wondering how she could get in without a key when the door burst open. Feeling suddenly exposed, I twirled back into the bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I grabbed my t-shirt off the floor and rammed it over my head. Edward was perched on the neatly made bed, a fresh shirt on, and a grim smile on his face.

The bedroom door swung open just as I managed to neaten my hair.

"Hi guys!" Alice sung, her hands on her hips. She looked at us, smiling more when she took in our glares. She walked in the room and I saw Jasper following closely behind. He grinned at us both, and I saw him wink at Alice.

"What do you want Alice?" I sighed, flopping back down on the bed. Edward stood up and drifted to face the balcony. I noticed his hands were clenched again.

"Well, we're not telling you if you're going to be like that," she said, folding her arms across her chest.

Oh yeah, great. Disrupt us when we're in the middle of something special and then decide that it wasn't that important.

My thoughts were sarcastic, but I thought best just to let Alice have her way.

"Oh, go on Alice. Just tell me," I said, lifting my head to look at her. I saw her walk over and perched on the bed beside me.

"Well," she began, frowning slightly when she took in Edward's tense stance. "Carlisle wants to go and check out London, and he wanted to know if we were all coming. I thought you and Edward for sure, would want to come see Carlisle's history." She patted my hand lightly and I squeezed it back. I sat up so I was sitting beside Alice. Jasper was sat in the seat near the dresser.

I nodded, watching Edward as well. Finally I turned to face Alice.

"Yeah, of course we're coming. We can't sit here whilst you all go re-living Carlisle's past. Isn't that right…Edward?"

Edward's stiff form by the window slowly relaxed, and he inhaled deeply. Turning to face us, he had a forced smile on his face and his eyes were tight.

"Of course Bella. There's nothing better…" he muttered, trailing off. I knew exactly what he was thinking.

Alice coughed lightly, breaking the awkward silence. We all turned to look at her.

"Well. We best had be going then, hadn't we? We'll meet you in the lobby downstairs in 5 minutes. Come on Jasper," she muttered. She stood from the bed and headed to the door, reaching behind her for Jasper's hand. Suddenly she stopped and bent down. She picked up a piece of fabric, and I cringed when she lifted it.

"Didn't this belong to you, Bella?" she said, waving the remains of my t-shirt in my face. I tried to look doubtful, but her amused eyes made me stutter.

Alice giggled as she threw the fabric on the bed and left the room. When we heard the front door close I turned to Edward.

"Are you ok?" I whispered, cautious of his frustration. He took a few steps forward and suddenly pulled me into a hug. He breathed deeply into my hair, and I heard him growl quietly.

"I'm just…that was just…ah…I'm just rather annoyed," he said softly, gently running his fingers through my hair. I pulled back to kiss him lightly on his lips, and he stared at me. It got kind of deep and suddenly he shook my shoulders. "Argh, I have to stay focused. We have to get ready," he whispered, closing his eyes and pinching the top of his nose.

I pulled away and jumped across the bed. Searching through the cupboard at top speed a grabbed a dark jumper and pulled it over my head.

Spinning around, I faced Edward and held my arms open. "Ta-da! See, no more temptation," I said, smiling slightly.

He grinned back, and grabbed his coat from the hanger. He also grabbed my purse, and handed it to me as we left the bedroom door.

"You look beautiful you know," he whispered into my ear.

I smiled and we exited our flat. Whilst Edward locked the door I grabbed his hand, and squeezed it gently. He turned to look at me, and he smiled at me. We walked along the corridor and we raced down the stairs. As we approached the front doors Edward leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You know that the jumper just makes you more irresistible." I looked up curiously. He smiled and tugged at the collar of my jumper. "It just makes me want to rip your clothes off so much more."

I laughed quietly as we walked out to join the others.

It was cold outside...not that it bothered me, but even as a vampire I could tell that the temperature was far colder than where our home was. I shivered self-consciously. Carlisle smiled and put his arm around my shoulder.

"Don't be put off Bella. Soon you will be amazed by this strange place and you will feel right at home.

I smiled back, wondering to myself if Carlisle already felt that he was home. I heard Edward chuckle as he took in my confused face.

Being night, the streets were empty and some of us took a little dare to stretch our vampire powers and show off a little. Emmett quickened his pace way past human speed and Jasper scaled a tree, just to get a better view. Even Jacob let loose a little, changing into his wolfie-self for a few seconds to get a feel of English ground through his paws. I think he enjoyed it.

We walked through the town following Carlisle at the front of the group. Esme hung on tightly to his arm, and they were discussing London town and how it had changed. Rosalie walked beside me and we too were taking in the scenery.

"Hah," she cried. I turned to look, as did Emmett and Edward who were ahead of us. Rosalie smiled innocently. "Look at us, living like typical vampires," she whispered, waving her hands mystically. I felt my forehead crease in confusion. Edward however, already hearing the joke in Rosalie's head was laughing.

I looked at Rosalie, and she continued. "Its midnight, nobody is out and the vampires have awoken," she said giggling. I laughed aswell. It did seem we were living like the horror stories put it.

Can't go out in sunlight.

Prowl the streets for loners.

Sleep in coffins and all that.

I laughed louder.

Suddenly we came to a stop by some apartment. I watched as Carlisle raced around the back, and appeared a few minutes later looking quite glum.

"What is the matter honey," Esme whispered, placing one of her delicate hands on his shoulder. She ran her other hand through his golden hair, winding it through her fingers.

Carlisle sighed deeply.

"This was where my father was buried after he died."

I gasped, as did a few others.

"You mean, right here?" Alice said softly, pointing to one of the apartments. Carlisle only nodded.

I took in the view and understood his grief. There was nothing that represented his father, only houses.

Carlisle gestured around the back, and we followed. We tread lightly, as being too close to the apartments meant we could be discovered.

Walking around the back of the flats there was a small field. It went uphill, and Carlisle rushed to the base. He knelt in the floor and placed his hands on the grass. We all huddled around his body, and I couldn't help thinking that this was too much like a funeral. Probably thinking the same thing, or noticing how glum I was, Edward slid his soft hand into mine and gave it a squeeze. I looked up and he smiled politely, all traces of his previous annoyance gone in respect for his father.

"My house was just at the top of that hill," Carlisle muttered, his face covered by his hands. Esme had sunk to the ground aswell, and she had her arms wrapped around his shoulder.

The group became silent, and from the corner of my eye I saw Jacob pull Renesmee into a tight hug. She buried her face in his chest. I felt my throat choke up, and if I could cry I probably would have. My daughter, a very over-emotional being. I gripped Edward's hand tighter, and he looked down. I inclined my head in our daughter's direction and he looked over. I felt his hand tighten aswell, and he pulled me closer so I could rest my own head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "It's just so beautiful."

"It's ok love; she reminds me of you so much, she's affected so much. She's our little angel," he whispered. His words had the desired effect Edward was talking about. I nestled my head into his chest and focused on stifling my dry sobbing.

Carlisle walked up the hill with Esme at his side. We all stayed down, thinking it best to leave Carlisle in peace for the time being. I felt Alice grip my arm, and she too hugged me. I turned to look at her, and smiled.

"Well, this is going to be a huge experience for Carlisle," she whispered her eyes shining. I nodded and turned to take both Edward's and Alice's hands. "Yeah, but I'm sure this will still be a holiday we can all enjoy in the end."

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Hello :D

Ok, first things first. Thank you to Woehero who is my personal spell checker :D and to 'The Straight Lesbian' (she changes her name from time to time) who makes sure that Bella doesn't over-do the whole emotional thing.

They both keep my writing FUN!!! As I know these lovely people are backing my creative streak up.

Hope you enjoyed. Next chapter will show more of Carlisle's reaction, as this was only a brief on his emotion. To explain: he's sad at the moment, as the land where he grew up has been built and made into flats. I know he was born over 400 years (from when this story is set) so times have changed, but there is no remembrance of his father or his human life.

Don't worry, things will get more positive.

Also, I ended the chapter with that last line as it's based on my story summary. It's not going to be a normal holiday, so Bella's expectations will seem silly after the story.

RagdollRanny