A/N:
ME: "I apologize to my FanFiction readers' community for not updating very much; I apologize that this chappy isn't longer. I am very sorry."
READERS (Hopefully): "We accept your apology, Sylvia."
(May or may not know the book this is from, though, I did alter it a bit to fit here...)
--- Shout-out to Emslie (My Twin)
Disclaimer: Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn do not belong to me...
I am still developing as a writer, if you can't already tell, and I couldn't come up with the plot, or write enough pages for it to be considered a book, let alone a series.
**sie**
(SM owns it all, as she should)
"W... WHAT?!"
I was horrified; I hate attention.
She stepped back, and I was sure that everyone in the house had heard me, as well; I had never made such a feral, snarling, evil sound- I was surprised by myself. But i didn't have time to dwell on this.
Alice smiled, as she ran- faster than i had ever seen her move- away from a very horrified and blood-lusting me.
Alice Cullen is a goner.
8. Reactions to Alice
"Alice..."
"Alice!"
"ALICE CULLEN!"
It wasn't much longer after I began running and screaming towards Alice- all the while wishing I could torture her for the torture she would be putting me through soon with this... fashion show- that I realized that Alice had actually looked excited. Genuinely excited. She had looked perky, like her old self. She was Alice again, and I didn't know how long that would last with her fast-changing emotions that she had developed recently. Alice had been, for the moment, the same woman that always makes me cringe at her torturous projects- which mainly involved me as her own Bella-Barbie.
"Alice!"
The thoughts of her happiness didn't last long, and they didn't keep me from wanting to tear Alice to shreds- literally. I still wanted, more than anything- at the moment, to hurt her very, very much.
It wasn't only the new information that she had given me that made me run after her with such intensity; it was also the fact that when I arrived at the house, I would need to look crazy and ready to... well... tear someone to shreds.
My family would be expecting that of me. They would be expecting me to look unstable, well, at least the ones that knew Alice's surprise for me all along.
"Alice!" I had to put on the show, starting now. It wasn't really for show, though, because I was still mad at her. Very, very mad at her.
But I did like seeing her happy again.
And when I thought about it, she did name a clothing line after me...
Alice must have put lots of effort and thought into the line; it didn't look easy, from the outside, to design clothing- especially beautiful clothing.
It was also full of... love. It made me feel that I should do something for Alice equal to her love for me.
I knew what she wanted at the moment, and it wasn't just for me to let her play Bella-Barbie on me.
She wanted me to live.
Alice wanted me to try, as hard as she said that she would try, to beat her vision so that I would not die...
But I really didn't want to think about that; I had already come to the decision that I would do this for Rosalie- to help make her human again...
I just couldn't think about it anymore.
Of course, all of this thinking and anger lasted mere seconds, and I knew for a fact that... Alice... would be inside the house by now. The evil, conniving pixie was probably hiding behind her precious Jasper. No doubt, Edward would be waiting to restrain me and keep me from harming his favorite sister. What none of them knew, however, was that I was no longer mad at Alice. I was feeling that I owed her this. I owed Alice my cooperation in the fashion show, and anything else she wanted to throw at me- no matter how torturous it would be for me.
Nevertheless, I had to keep up the facade, so that is what I was doing.
In a split second of the mere seconds it took to get to the house, I was leaping from the grass to the porch to get inside the more quickly. When I opened- or crashed- the door open, I saw exactly what I was expecting to see:
Alice was by the staircase, behind Jasper, who was looking weary at the moment- probably from the raging emotions radiating off me, Alice, Edward- who was standing just inside the door, and who, now, had his arms protectively... and restraining, if that's a word, around me. Carlisle was sitting on the bottom stair, probably waiting for me so that he could help to calm me- as if Jasper's calming waves weren't enough.
I continued to make my emotions unstable and bouncy between just plain mad, raging, considering, blood-lusting, and grieving. Jasper looked about ready to pass out from the different changes, but I didn't want that to happen; I was just keeping up the act.
Alice gave me a knowing look- with the smallest hint of a smile. She probably saw me coming in a placing the rage on my face- she knew that I wasn't really upset, but we needed to keep up the pretense of it.
It broke my heart to do it, but I struggled in Edward's arms, trying to break his hold. He looked down at me stunned, and a little saddened that he couldn't immediately take away my anger- which he usually did. Most situations, when I was angry, he would just look into my eyes and that was the end of every other emotion- all I would feel was the overpowering love. So, since that would be the normal thing to do, I softened and radiated out love for Jasper's benefit.
This wasn't just a show, a pretense, this was real. When I look into Edward's eyes, there is always love filling them, and I can't help but to respond with the same love. We each feel the same thing, this overpowering sense of love.
I didn't know how I could do this to him, die for Rosalie's happiness. I still wanted to, there was no taking that determination away, but how could I do it when Edward would be crushed later?
I just couldn't think of that; it would keep me from doing it, and I needed to give Rosalie this- she helped me with keeping Renesmee.
Renesmee.
That was another thought that I couldn't bare. I looked toward the kitchen and I saw my angel looking back at me- along with Esme, still holding pictures of patterns in her marble hands. I smiled, and then gently pulled out of Edward's hands.
I stood in the middle of the room, everyone else was looking wary of me: I would fix that...
"Okay, I know that this is really out of character for me, but..." I took a deep breath for emphasis, and Alice grinned excitedly from ear to ear at me. "... I have decided that I will let... Alice... do whatever she... pleases... to me..." The statement was really starting to affect me now.
I let out a fake shiver, because vampires can't shiver...
There goes another can't, I thought.
I looked around for the reactions, and everyone was looking at me with dumbstruck expressions- this was the last thing they expected to hear.
Well, everyone was looking at me that way except for Alice, Rosalie, and...
...Emmett?
I wondered why he wasn't just as shocked as the rest of them; this wasn't something I did often, ever. I usually resist with everything I have when it comes to Alice and her plans.
I continued on for my family, the stunned expressions were getting to me...
"I have conditions: Everyone is coming with Alice and me, and I mean everyone. Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie... Emmett... Jasper, Edward, Renesmee, Jacob, Seth, Leah- if she wants. I mean that everyone is coming. I cannot go through the Alice-Torture without a little backup from my family." I made sure to single everyone out so that they knew I expected them to come. I hoped that no one noticed the pause during Emmett's name.
I saw acceptance and excitement from several faces, some were still confused.
"Love?"
"Edward?"
"Umm, I was just wondering if this is what you really want? You don't usually give in like this." He was looking at me for understanding, so I pulled out my shield and I thought towards him that I wanted to do this, Alice would be thrilled. She had made a special line of clothing around me. I looked to Edward for confirmation that he understood.
He smiled down to me and said, "You are the most selfless, caring person I have ever encountered, Mrs. Cullen."
If only he knew how selfless...
I looked to Emmett again. It had just occurred to me that, with Rosalie as a human, where would he be?
Emmett just looked back at me, expressionless.
But I saw the tiniest glimmer of something in Emmett's eyes- it was also a very profound something.
It was...
Information?
He was looking me dead in the eye with a very strange look. It was weird. You never see strange looks from Emmett. He is the brother that likes to make you blush when you are human, make you look like an idiot for laughs, and not get into any trouble for it. He was the brother that made sex jokes and innuendos in the worst times- like when your dad was over...
(He must have started his Stirrings early when he was human...)
(A/N: I had to put this in here somewhere... You may or may not know the book it's from.)
I was the only one seeing the strange look in Emmett's eyes, on his face- Rosalie and Alice definitely weren't paying attention; everyone else was busy talking about the upcoming trip to Italy. Alice and Rose were talking about what clothes they would be packing for the trip. Edward and Carlisle were discussing how the Volturi would fit into our plans- if we would see them, or if we would avoid them no matter what. Jasper was just sitting on the couch testing emotions. Esme and Renesmee were still in the kitchen comparing new colors for the house. Jacob, Leah, and Seth were back from their run and were just listening to the different conversations, trying to find a niche.
Emmett and I shared a look.
In that moment I knew...
My loveable, carefree Emmett- my brother- had the same saddened look in his eyes that Alice had had a lot that day; I didn't know how he was keeping his thoughts cool around Edward, but I knew...
Emmett knew...
...Everything.
A/N: It should be interesting how this all plays out… I'm not really sure yet. I am sorry to those who wanted to see some major-mojo being done to Alice by Bella... But I love Alice, and Bella didn't really want to kill or harm her favorite pixie sister... She would have, though, if she didn't feel that Alice deserved something in return for the fact that Bella will die intentionally.
You guys have to know that I am a HUGE Emmett-lover. He will play a large role in ANY story I do, however, the other stories that I will do will involve different ways that Edward and Bella met and fell in love; I love reading those stories, so I really want to write some.
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