(Edward's pov)
Dressed in my father's vintage wedding suit and new tetrad digit Brogues, I stood by the large window in my room as the bleak night finally gave way to the early dawn light, admiring the back yard as my family continued to dutifully place the floral decorations and furniture for the guests of our wedding, my wedding. Satisfaction pulsed through my long dead veins, finally the day has come. An eternity ago I had stood dutifully in my sweet Juliete's room, watching her peaceful slumber, agonizing that she would someday tire of me, outgrow me, and would say yes to another. That she would walk down the aisle into another man's arms, a human man's. Now, I know that I am destined to be that man. It was all finally going as I had painstakingly planned.
The stench of Rosalie's mulish thoughts preceded her uninvited entry into my boudoir, interrupting my reverie. I sighed discontentedly, refusing to turn to face her, preferring to offer her my clear displeasure in the face of my reflection on the window.
"You know what you're doing is wrong." She started with a sneer.
"I don't have time for you now, Rosalie." I replied incredibly impatiently. It's the same nonsense she'd been squawking since I first began my courtship with Bella Swan.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt your dramatic debauchery? How profane of me! If you can somehow tear yourself away from your- I have no doubt- creepy stalker internal monologue for just a moment, we need to talk. Now." She crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow most arrogantly at me. I clenched my teeth and obliged her by turning around. "Time's ticking, Rosalie."
"She's just a girl, Edward. The other's may be willing to keep your dirty little secrets and lovingly guide the little lamb to slaughter but I refuse. I won't let it happen again, I won't watch you-"
I interrupted her with a deep growl, "She's mine I'll do what I want with her!"
"The hell you will! The Quileute tribe aren't the only ones with a long memory, Edward! They weren't the only ones who cared for Anna." Memories flashed through her mind, tinged with pain, "They're not the only ones who still mourn her. What you did, what you're trying to do again, I won't stand for it. Not again, Edward. Never, again." Her words angered me, just as much as the memories she insisted on throwing in my face. Emmett be damned, I wanted to tear her limb from limb for her audacious arrogance. She took a defensive stance, ready to fight, when I laughed.
"You're just jealous, Rosalie. That's all this is. It's a privileged position I'm providing for Bella, after all. Women across the globe would kill to be allowed to make such a noble sacrifice-"
"My god, I've always known you were an egotistical moron, but I never actually dreamed you were seriously this delusional. Is that really how you see this? See what you and Carlisle have been doing?"
"Do you have a better definition?" I asked, exhausted with her bovine, female wit, I pinched the bridge of my nose in aggravation.
"Sadism."
"I don't care what you think Rosalie, the only person you have on your side is Emmett. Do you really think the two of you, alone, are enough to stop me?"
"If you really think I don't have allies you are more stupid than I thought." She straightened as she stared at me defiantly. I strained to listen to the painfully shallow thoughts I usually tried to avoid, searching for who she could be referring to, but my ability only allows me to observe surface level thoughts and she was doing a frustratingly good job of keeping her secrets.
"So help me god if you ruin this for me Rosalie-"
"Come now, how could 'shallow', 'pigheaded', little ol' me ever get the upper hand over you?" She turned and sauntered out of the door. She paused for a moment and tossed back a pompous look, "Do enjoy your wedding, dear brother. I'm sure it will be a very joyous day."
I watched her leave as anger rolled through me. I would need to watch her very closely.
The preparations came along beautifully, Alice arrived with Bella and rushed her upstairs as I oversaw the final details of our perfect day. She mentally assured me that all would go as planned as far as she could foresee, the dogs Bella had insisted on inviting blocked a lot of what she could see, the only trouble she could foresee for now was Charlie Swan. Charlie Swan. I groaned internally at the very name. I tried my best to block out his incessant internal dribble, the incredibly offensive things he insisted on calling me in his mind, almost as if he knew somehow that I could hear it. I suppressed a frustrated growl as I watched him hover near Billy Black. Another thorne in my side, unlike Charlie he actually knew I could hear him and annoyingly kept blasting traditional Quileut folk songs at the top of his mental lungs, just to piss me off. I sighed as I located the Chaplain to instruct him on the vows I wanted. They were just two old, annoying flies buzzing around my head, they meant little to me. Alice would keep Charlie in check and I would only have to listen to Billy for a few more hours, my real concern was Rosalie. There was no way in hell I would allow her to stop me from taking Bella to Isle Esme. As I instructed the Chaplain of my wishes, Carlisle mentally told me when he would be able to follow us to Isle Esme, Esme herself mentally gushed with excitement at the prospect of the fruits of our labors. I couldn't help but triumphantly smile myself, all this time we spent planning, the dedication, it was all finally paying off. I thought back on the courtship I had with Isabella Swan, satisfied. The head games I played had been necessary, to place her right where I wanted her. Mostly, right where I wanted her. My temporary abandonment all those months ago had been necessary, as well as my pretend suicide attempt, I needed to make sure she was emotionally wrecked and completely reliant on me upon my return for this plan to work, and it had, except for that mutt she fell for in my absence. Jacob Black, he was almost my undoing. I was worried that I would have to break the treaty and kill him, the damn headache it would cause, but luckily Bella had rejected him and chose to remain with me. Like the stupid girl ever had a choice. It didn't matter now, he fucked off to wherever he fucked off and Bella was moments away from becoming completely and irrevocably ensnared in my trap.
Once the guests were seated I took my place as the groom by the chaplain with Emmet as my best man and listened as the wedding music played, then began to transition. Or atleast I tried to, over the blaringly loud mental lungs of Billy Black, who had at that precise moment decided I needed to hear the impassioned chanting of his people. With fucking drums. My eye twitched as I supressed my anger, focusing instead on the anticipated arrival of my Juliete. The wedding march played on and the guests eagerly watched the french glass doors, waiting for Charlie and the bride to step out onto the terrace. A few moments passed, and Charlie Swan stepped out of the doors, alone. The guests chirped curiously as he cleared his throat and held up his hand, a smug smile under his stupid mustache. His mind had once again turned to silence- similar to Bella's- and I couldn't read what was going on anymore, was he giving a speech? Now?
"It is my great honor and privilege to announce the cancellation of today's dismal affairs, as there is no longer a bride. If anyone would like to congratulate me, I will be drinking with my best friend at the open bar."
The crowd gasped as he walked over, grabbed Billy Black's wheelchair by its handles and wheeled him over to the bar. Anger pulsated through me, how dare she?! How the hell had she managed to slip by all of us?! I ignored the confused rambling of the crowd of guests, as I stormed off to the far edge of the yard by the small river. My family followed me.
"All is not lost, son. We will get her back." Carlisle tried to reassure me.
I pinched the bridge of my nose in exasperation. "How the hell did she get past us, you specifically Alice?"
"I don't know for sure, I thought I had a good read on her future- I- I don't know! You have me watching so many people and their choices-!"
"Cut the crap Alice! I specifically instructed you-" Jasper layed a firm hand on my shoulder and began to use his ability to force me to calm down. "It's not all Alice's fault, Edward."
I glared at Rosalie. "You- you did this didn't you? Answer me!"
All topaz eyes fell on her, she smiled smugly. "Did I arrange for her to be whisked away? Almost, but someone beat me to it, it seems. Did I find a way to nullify your stupid little nosey power for certain members of the living? Perhaps I did."
I stared at her in shock. There was no fucking way. I strode up to her, but Emmet stepped in front of me. "Tell me what you did, now Rosalie." I growled.
She laughed, "Now dear brother, a lady never gives away her secrets." She eyed me defiantly.
"So help me God, Ros-" I began, but the unwelcomed arrival of several of the dog pack to our impromptu family meeting interrupted me. Good, I was in the mood to vent out some frustration.
Sam Uley stood ahead of the formation, the rest of his mongrels stood behind him. "In light of recent events, I think it's best we re-discuss the treaty."
Carlisle strode over to face him better, "Today was just a minor hiccup, we still intend-"
"We know what you intend, and as we told you before, we will never allow it to happen again. We will annihilate your entire clan first." Sam stood with his arms crossed, arrogantly staring into Carlisle's eyes. I finally noticed that he and his pack of beasts had been here for hours and I never once picked up a single thought from any of them. My eyes widened as panic engulfed me, my pigheaded bitch of a sister was telling the truth, what the fuck did she do?!
"We have a treaty, Sam Uley, that doesn't mean me or my family answer to you." Carlisle stated calmly.
"If you want a fight, you'll have a fight. We only joined forces with you before to protect our people and the people in Forks, from the mess your family made. We never had any intention of being bosom buddies with you."
"Even so-"
"Consider this your eviction notice."
Rage broiled in my being, there was no way in hell I was being told what to do by a group of natives- canine natives no less! The scoundrel pack turned and walked away, leaving me with my family once again as the wedding guests socialized and ate further away.
"This… complicates things." Esme stated after a pause.
"It's that damn mutt side piece of hers, it has to be! When I get a hold of him-" I seethed.
Rosalie raised her chin, "You'll have to get through me first, brother."
"Rosalie, it's become clear that you and Emmet have failed to appreciate the vision that Edward and I have worked towards, I think it's best that we split ways as a family now." Carlisle said sternly.
Rosalie smiled sweetly as Emmet began to protest, "Of course, it's been fun, Carlisle." She and Emmet took their leave. I did my best to listen to their thoughts, but Rosalie and Emmet had years of experience in keeping certain things out of their surface level thoughts.
"Are you crazy Carlisle? She's clearly set against us, are we really just going to turn her loose?" I yelled at my sire.
"I don't currently foresee any-"
"Your visions are shit, Alice!" I yelled.
"She had become a hindrance, son. It had become obvious that keeping her close was even more detrimental to our plan." Carlisle calmly explained. "I'll need to report to Aro that there has been a… delay in our progress. In the meantime, we still have a chance of getting her back without having to cross the treaty line. We still have her father."
"Yes, her father. Yes." I sighed with relief for the first time since this whole catastrophe.
"Someone should probably confirm he's still here." Esme suggested. "Edward, can you hear his thoughts now?"
"No, not right now. He seems to have a similar ability to Bella, only while I can never read her mind, I can catch an occasional glimpse of his." To be sure I reached out through the crowd with my mind, looking through multiple sets of eyes, scanning to see if anyone had last located him. I finally found him sitting at the bar beside Billy Black, drinking, laughing and toasting people to the giant bullet his daughter dodged. I ground my teeth as I listened to him and the thoughts of the people around him who actually agreed and thought of me as toxic.
"Make sure he doesn't leave by any means," Carlisle ordered. "Especially you, Alice. There are only two futures I want you to watch for now, Charlie's and Rosalie's. If you can, try to see exactly what Rosalie has done, or is doing, to block Edward's telepathy as well." Everyone nodded in understanding. "And Edward, try to remain calm, son. She will hearken and obey, we have her father, after all."