Chapter 22
Alice
So, finally done. But we also look good.
I turned in front of the mirror and squeezed around on my breasts a bit more.
They had to be shown off well, otherwise it would all be for nothing. Hair lying? Yes. Makeup? Sits.
I once again put my breasts in the right light.
"Alice, if you keep pushing on your breasts like that, they're going to fall out."
Rosalie stood there looking at me with raised eyebrows.
"Yes yes," I waved it off.
"If you say, 'yes yes' one more time, it sets something."
What was wrong with them? We were ready to go and beautiful and yes, I overdid it a bit. But just a teeny tiny bit. After all, today I would see and meet the hottest bloodsuckers ever. I was so excited! Fidgety and my nerves were twitching like crazy. Oh and how they twitched!
'Get it together, baby. We're gonna get this done!'
After what felt like 1537 times Edward stuck his head in the door and asked for Bella, he now got his way.
We were done.
Yep!
Rose and Esmé were wearing a red dress and Rosalie looked adorable with her little belly. Esmé was dignity personified, but just as beautiful and Bella was just beaming.
Still. What does still mean here, she never stopped. NO, it got worse.
"GO, BROADS! WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR AGES!", Emmett yelled up the stairs.
Well then! Let's go!
"Go on girls! Come on!"
Yes, we looked ratty hot and would knock the socks off any guy.
Rose opened the door and waited until we were all outside. She went ahead and we floated behind her.
"Yeah! Baby! Hot!", Emmett growled.
"Beautiful, as always," Carlisle purred.
"Oh! Honey! You ... you ..."
Edward. No further comment. Stuttering was good, very good.
"Alice! Wow ...!"
My spouse could no longer close his sinful mouth.
Mission accomplished!
Edward pulled Bella into his arms and kissed her carefully.
He is supposed to pay attention. If he ruins my work, he'll be in trouble.
Jasper didn't pull me into his arms, but the look on his face spoke volumes.
Erotic volumes. This is going to be such a beautiful evening.
The limo stopped and we all got out one by one.
Each of us was reached out a hand by the man belonging to her in each case.
It's just like the Oscars. But not as many photographers as at this one. An unknown film company had made a film, but nobody knew if it would be a success. I didn't give a damn! I would see Jackson and the other vampires. I was so excited.
Some fans stood behind the barriers and looked at us.
No screaming, I was disappointed.
Well, we're not stars either. What is not, can still become.
We walked gracefully across the RED carpet and a few times a light from a camera flashed on. I showed myself on my best side to them. That is, the right, because the left was not so good. I smiled at the photographers.
Edward and Bella also turned out well for me. He in a black suit and she had on a dark blue dress. They had taken their glow with them, and they didn't seem the least bit nervous.
Finally we entered the hall where the gala was held.
Everything was discreet and tables that seated eight people were scattered around.
I wonder if we would be sitting next to Dracula's heirs. I hope so.
I almost wrenched my neck as I kept a lookout. But I saw nothing and no one I knew.
"Hi Bella."
A coaxing velvety voice sounded behind me. I turned around and there stood Nosferatu himself. But without his golden eyes. In real life, he looked simply breathtaking. I put on my best smile.
'Always make a good impression' was my motto today.
"Oh ...! Hi Rob. How are you?", Bella replied.
I blanked them out and continued to wrench my neck to locate the vampire Jasper.
Nothing. Shit!
"Let me introduce you to my family."
The men were shaken hands and the women were given a kiss on the hand.
My legs almost gave way when his lips touched my hand.
Oh yes! He could charm a woman's panties off without even touching her.
I smiled at him, and he smiled back. He made a very nice impression and somehow he looked like Edward.
That's weird.
The hot movie Edward joined Bella and the real Edward. Standing together like this, you would think they were brothers.
When Rose let out a sigh, I looked to her. Her eyes were glassy and staring at Kellan.
Oh boy! This just keeps getting better and better.
He knew Bella and Edward too - and again we were introduced. His gaze lingered on Rose, and he eyed her from head to toe and back again.
Emmett didn't get any of that, because Nikki came into the hall.
Not only did we have the same name, we also looked like one another. How weird is that?
"Bella?"
I tapped her on the shoulder.
"What is it, Alice?"
"Say, they look just like us!"
She chuckled.
"I got to help pick the actors, so I was always careful to make them look like the real thing."
She smiled at me conspiratorially.
"Hey dude!"
My head shot in the direction the voice came from and my stomach shifted to my little toe.
Hallelujah! There he stood and he looked so ... so ... hot. Jackson. The hero of my wet dreams.
I threw myself into a pose and I felt a hand on my hip.
I looked at the hand and wandered up it, and I saw ...
Oh yes, my husband was also still here!
He kissed me and grinned.
Gotcha!
"This is Alice. My best friend," Bella pointed at me.
"Hello Alice!"
I was shaking and my brain was about to give up its ghost. He took my hand and kissed it. My panties mysteriously disappeared, as did my ability to speak.
"Hi!" I squealed, kicking myself in the butt.
Figuratively, of course. I don't want to make a complete fool of myself.
"Nice to meet you."
His voice made me shiver and I really had to pull myself together not to kiss the ground he was walking across.
Dignity and decency, Alice! I wondered if he would autograph my chest. I had a waterproof and everlasting pen with me. Maybe later. I don't want to rush into anything and possibly scare him off.
"Likewise."
I smiled my brightest smile.
His gaze went unobtrusively down me.
YES! BULL'S EYE! The five and a half hours in front of the mirror paid off.
My Jasper pulled me closer to him and whispered in my ear, "I won't let you out of my sight for a second."
I patted his hand and nodded.
We formed a small group and talked. The hot actors also wondered about the names and Bella explained it to them.
Edward suddenly pulled Bella to him and stood behind her, but his smile was pained.
Why? And that's when I saw him. Taylor. Yes, a few more years and he would definitely fit my booty pattern.
He greeted Bella and Edward. He stood next to the beaming writer and started a conversation with her. His gaze literally undressed her, and 'Bunny' didn't seem to like that at all.
I whispered with Rose, and we chuckled like teen girls who just turned twelve.
About Jackson and Kellan, who didn't have a pitted stomach like Emmett.
No, his was certainly well-trained.
The evening progressed.
Jasper, as promised, did not leave my side.
As if he had a reason to look out for me! I felt like in a fairy tale, on one side my Jasper, on the other Jackson. But now I had to pee. Urgently.
"Jazzie? I'll be right back."
He nodded reluctantly and turned to Emmett.
I quickly searched for the toilets.
Ah yes. There they are. Quickly inside. Pull up the dress. Pee and pull dress down again. Checked everything again and pushed the breasts up. Perfect.
On the way back, I ran into someone.
Jackson. This is my lucky day today.
"Um ... would you mind signing my autograph?"
I fluttered my eyelashes.
"No. I haven't."
He smiled at me and inwardly I sighed with rapture. I rummaged in my bag for the permanent marker.
Voilá!
I held out the pen to him.
"Where do you want it to go?"
I looked around furtively.
"Here."
I pointed to my cleavage.
He raised his eyebrows, but shrugged his shoulders.
"As you wish."
And grinned mischievously.
This lightheadedman.
I chuckled.
I thanked him and went on. I would love to squeal and jump around like a lunatic now.
I had Jackson Rathbone's autograph on my well-pushed breasts. I was so proud of myself - I could tell my grandchildren later.
Rose was visibly pleased, Esmé snorted and muttered something about 'no decorum these days', Bella winked at me, and Jasper rolled his eyes.
My Jazzie knew not to worry and neither did I because he was talking to Ashley.
He should also have a nice evening. I could also get this autograph tattooed. I had to sleep on that one night. Come to think of it, in forty years my breasts will definitely not be as firm ... and a shriveled autograph. No, that's not possible. Shit but also! If I would have had it given to me on my ass - there it can shrivel up in front of itself, because no one sees it.
Then there was something to eat. My luck was in, and we sat in the middle and around us the main actors of the film.
I am such a lucky guy! My grandma would say: 'Effort is always worth it'.
Then came the boring talk of people who were strangers to me.
Edward had to go on stage with Bella. He got an award for his truly dreamlike music and Bella was honored for making this movie possible.
My watch showed me that it was just after midnight and music resounded through the hall.
Dancing was a good idea.
I kept an eye out for Jasper and found Edward standing at the edge of the dance floor with a dark face. Without Bella, who was dancing with Taylor.
Edward really had no reason to be jealous. Bella would never, ever betray him. That would be against the laws of nature. Guys. Always the same.
The song ended and Edward went to Bella to pull her away from her dance partner and said something in her ear.
She beamed at him.
Huh ...? No complaining? No, an atomic glow crossed her face.
He took her hand and they strolled away.
I shook my head.
Understand someone the two.
"Alice, honey, have you seen my baby?"
Esmé looked at me with concern.
"No, I didn't." Who knows where they were. "I'm sure they're around here somewhere."
I smiled at her encouragingly.
"No, they aren't. I've been looking for them for almost an hour."
That's strange.
We rattled off the others, but no one had seen them.
Where are they?
"Esmé, let's go to their house."
Carlisle always had the right words ready.
We joined them and went outside. The driver told us that he had brought them home almost three hours ago.
Mystery solved. Quite simply, they were tired and wanted to go home.
Esmé calmed down a bit. Whined about her baby and Bella.
This woman could drive you crazy with her fear - baby here, baby there. My God, he was a grown man!
Esmé rushed out of the car without letting anyone stop her.
We chuckled at her eagerness.
Mothers. I hope I don't become like that. No, I'll never become that kind of mother hen. With everything I hold sacred - that is, with Jackson - never, ever.
She unlocked the door and rushed into the house - screaming for her baby.
They will already be asleep, but their shouting will wake them up again.
Me and Jasper had decided to sleep here tonight so we could have a nice brunch tomorrow.
Esmé came rushing down the stairs to tell us that they were not in their room.
Where on earth are they?
I dug out my cell phone.
Nothing.
The others did the same and shook their heads.
Bella and Edward would NEVER just disappear without a word!
We traipsed around the whole house. No one there but us.
Esmé cried for her lost baby.
"Maybe they're at a hotel and then they'll be back tomorrow," I tried to reassure her and myself.
I'm sure they'll show up again tomorrow and everything will be fine.
Rosalie excitedly called us upstairs.
"What's up, baby?" Emmett.
"Are they upstairs, after all?" Esmé.
They would have answered us if they had been there.
"Half of her clothes are missing!"
No, she must have looked wrong.
I pushed past and looked in her closet.
She was right, half of it was disappeared. Where are they?
Carlisle calmed us all down and sent us to bed.
Tomorrow everything would be fine again. The two would get in touch and tell us that they had spent the night somewhere else.
Esmé was difficult to calm down, but went along with Carlisle.
When they left, I asked Rose, "Why did they take so many clothes if they were only sleeping somewhere else for a night or maybe two?"
She shrugged her shoulders.
We speculated for a while longer and then all went to sleep.
My grandma used to say, 'New morning, new luck.'
I joined her and threw myself on the bed in my underwear and also quickly fell asleep.
My sleep was restless, and I dreamed weird stuff.
At a little after half past ten we were awakened by a sobbing Esmé.
Speculation continued, but we had no idea what might have happened. So we had to wait until the phone rang. But it just wouldn't ring.
Emmett even checked the connection to see that it was okay.
It was worth a try.
In the evening we were sitting on the terrace and Esmé was making phone calls to all the hospitals.
Nothing. Not a trace. As if they had disappeared from the face of the earth. They should show up, then they can get ready for a good telling off. Just run away and don't report. Actually, that didn't suit them at all. Edward would never hurt his mother like that, and Bella wasn't the type either. Maybe something happened?
My brain made the wildest speculations.
"What's the matter, Alice? You're all white in the face!", Jasper looked at me questioningly.
"No, everything's okay. What if ... if ..."
I sobbed. I was clearly overstrained by the whole thing.
"What if?"
Emmett looked me seriously in the eyes.
I sniffled and my Jazzie handed me a tissue.
"Kidnapped."
I could only manage a whisper.
Esmé cried out in horror and the others gasped.
This thought had not yet occurred to us.
Rose was the only one who kept her composure.
"Can't be! If it was supposed to be a kidnapping, why are they taking the things?"
She was right.
Emmett went into action.
"FBI! CIA! Homeland Security! We have to report this!"
He had jumped up and was pacing across the lawn.
Jake stood at his enclosure and looked at us sadly.
Did he know something? Yeah, sure, Alice, ask the sheep!
Esmé walked around like a zombie, muttering over and over, "My poor poor baby."
And Carlisle held her hand.
WHERE THE HELL ARE THE TWO? I really hope they have a good explanation for all this!
In the back of my mind, a small voice kept whispering 'Kidnapped. Kidnapped.'
No, that could not be! Why should it? Who should kidnap the two? They were unknown!
The sneaky mean little voice said, 'You don't have to be famous to be kidnapped.'
I banished them to the very back.
What a bullshit! What do I think here anyway for a bullshit!
Emmett had rushed inside to check the Internet.
Phone numbers from the FBI, etc. He should just keep himself busy, because that way he couldn't scare Esmé even more.
He raged, "Why don't you have these important numbers next to your phone!"
I rolled my eyes.
Who has had that? Not me! Nor do I know anyone who happened to have these numbers saved on his cell phone. But if he found them, they would be added. Just as a precaution. You never know!
Esmé cried out when the phone rang in the house and rushed in.
We all ran after.
Spellbound, we looked at them.
"Hello?"
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