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Without You

Bella is on her own when she finds the clearing. When Laurent finds her there, her werewolf saviors are nowhere to be found. Is Laurent a good guy, or will his bad side overcome him? Thanks a jillion to MRSBellaCullenBlack for the wonderful banner!!! :D

So, I had this story on here for a little bit... but then I deleted it. I totally forget why, actually. So, if you've read it already, you don't have to review... until I put up new updates, that is :)

19. The Beach

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Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, and Rosalie arrived the day after Jasper and Alice did. It was a good thing Carmen and Eleazar had a castle, because we would certainly need the space.

“Bella!” yelled Emmett as soon as he saw me. He pulled me from Laurent and scooped me up into the world's most giant hug. “I swear, if you don't fall down while I'm here, I am going to be very disappointed.”

“I missed you, too, Emmett,” I gasped through his breathtaking hold on me.

When he set me down, Rosalie looked at me as she always used to, her eyes filled with every mean name she couldn't call me out loud. Carmen was sure to sweep Rosalie out of the room and show her the massive makeup, clothes, and hair product selection the had at the house. It was where Alice was hiding. Jasper was there, but refused to participate at all.

Emmett cringed. “I am not going anywhere near anything that makes anyone look different than they were born to be. Makeup... ugh,” he said.

Eleazar laughed. “She practiced on you, didn't she?”

Emmett hesitated. “No,” he answered, fooling nobody.

“Luckily, Bella does not enjoy makeup,” said Eleazar, grinning.

“That doesn't mean you're safe!” called Carmen.

Laurent look horrified. “Oh, God.”

Esme stepped from behind Emmett and embraced me. “I've missed you, Bella,” she whispered.

I felt my eyes well up. I had missed Esme, too. Carlisle gave me a pat on the back, and then asked Laurent and Eleazar to explain everything.

We all ended up in the kitchen, sitting around the huge island. Eleazar made sure I had a meal in front of me before anyone could talk.

“Well, it's all very simple. I took Bella from Forks because Victoria was going to kill her,” explained Laurent. “We went to Denali and the werewolves were there, so we flew to Spain because we didn't know they were friends of Bella's. Victoria is bitter, to say the least, so she and a couple of her friends are headed this way.”

I wasn't the slightest bit hungry after he told the Cullens what the problem was. The problem was me. I was the reason everyone had to come and save us from Victoria.

“Sorry,” I murmured.

“No, no, no!” exclaimed Carlisle. “We love you, Bella, and quite frankly, are a little irritated you didn't alert us sooner! You will always be able to count on us!”

“Bella!” yelled Alice from upstairs. “We need someone with your skin tone to try out this type of makeup! You have to come too, Esme!”

Upstairs, in the bathroom that connected to my room, Alice had made herself a huge makeup station. Carmen had her hair in cascading curls. Rosalie, who looked stunning when she walked in the door, looked three times as beautiful.

“Bella's turn!” sang Alice.

“Eleazar, how about we go on a hike?” I called.

“Nice try!” he yelled back.

I sighed, and slid onto the counter.

“Now, you can't turn around until I finish,” instructed Alice. “And after you, I'll move to Esme!”

After a few minutes of brushes tickling my eyelids and lipstick being smoothed onto my lips, it was Esme's turn. Alice practically threw me at Rosalie and Carmen, who started playing with my hair. Twenty minutes later, Esme and I had been successfully made over.

Carmen pulled us out of the bathroom, and then straight into the walk-in closet. She started pulling down dress after dress.

I glanced at Esme. “What are they planning?” I whispered.

“Nothing!” exclaimed Alice defensively. “I just like dressing you up.”

“She's ly-!” I heard Laurent yell before he was cut off by something.

I glared at Alice. “What am I going to be doing in a dress, Alice?”

“Oh, nothing,” she said nonchalantly.

Alice chose a deep red dress for me, and a green one for Esme. She wore blue, Rosalie wore black, and Carmen wore purple. When she pulled out the heels, however, I put my foot down.

“Alice, there's no reason to be dressing up. I will not kill myself on heels for no reason.” I crossed my arms.

Alice pouted. “Well, there is a reason, I just didn't want you to know it yet.”

“Oh,” I murmured. “Okay, but I still don't want to wear the heels.”

I ended up wearing the heels. After Alice had decided that all of us looked presentable, she let us go downstairs. I expected to see the guys in their jeans, sitting at the island laughing at our misfortune. They weren't.

At the foot of the stairs stood Laurent, Jasper, Emmett, Carlisle, and Eleazar. Each of them were wearing dark, well-cut suits.

“Surprise!” exclaimed Alice. “We're going down to the beach.”

“Why did we have to get in fancy clothes for the beach?” I asked.

“Oh, we set it all up. It's going to be great!” assured Alice.

Laurent took my hand and kissed it. “You look great, love,” he whispered.

Laurent opened to front door, and the entire group walked out into the beautiful night. I could see tiki torches lining the beach. As we got closer, I saw one of those hardwood floors that they use at school dances... well, the one I had been to, anyway. It was big enough for all of us to dance on.

I turned around as soon as I saw it. “No, no, no,” I said nervously.

Laurent pulled me back. “You won't get hurt, I promise.”

There was also a table with a stereo and a few bottles of water on it. All the water was for me, of course. I pulled one off of the table and downed it. When I was nervous, I got extremely thirsty.

The light of the torches flickered off of the water, and the smell of the sea filled the air. It was pleasantly warm. The breeze played with my hair.

Alice pressed play on the stereo and a song I didn't know started playing. Everyone started to waltz, and I started to feel nauseous.

“I don't dance,” I insisted.

Laurent laughed. “Nonsense.”

He pulled me into him, and in a way that reminded me so much of Edward it was almost ridiculous, placed my feet on top of his and started dancing.

“Feeling better?” he asked after a few minutes.

I nodded, unable to speak. The lump in my throat was overpowering.

He placed his lips to my ear. “What is wrong?” he asked.

I took a deep breath. “I just need some water,” I gasped.

I missed Edward. Dancing with Laurent was just like dancing with Edward. I knew it was only one thing, but I couldn't help it. I broke away from Laurent and got another water bottle from the table. It was gone in just a few moments.

“Would you like to sit this one out?” asked Laurent.

I nodded. He hopped onto the table, and I sat next to him. He put his arm around me.

I watched the people who might as well be my family spin gracefully around the dance floor. For being the size he was, Emmett was surprisingly smooth when he was dancing. He was grinning at Rosalie, and Rosalie was smiling right back at him. He was one of the only people that could make her pleasant to be around.

Alice was blissfully happy, which meant Jasper was too. Alice's eyes were trained on Jasper's face. They seemed to be having a conversation without actually saying anything.

Carmen and Eleazar looked more like they should be tangoing, which made me smile. As much as Eleazar liked to act like a kid, he really was quite the gentleman when the moment called for it. He and Carmen looked like they were just meant to be together.

Esme and Carlisle were also sitting out. They were lounging on the sand, despite their formal attire. Esme was holding her heels in her hand, and Carlisle brushed a strand of her hair out of her face. They were having a conversation too quiet for me to understand.

Multiple songs played, I had another bottle of water, and I was content in Laurent's arms. I was starting to calm down, when I realized I had probably had one too many waters.

I slipped off the table, successfully not killing myself in the process. “I'll be right back,” I said.

Laurent nodded.

I took my heels off and walked to the front door. I pushed it open, and made my way to the nearest bathroom.

I stopped however, when I heard someone gasp.

“Bella?” breathed Edward.

I turned around and saw him standing on the wall of the entryway. He had never looked so devastatingly beautiful. He took a step towards me.

“You're... you're gorgeous,” he murmured.

I swallowed.

He crossed the room and cupped my face in one of his hands. He didn't move, he just looked. I didn't stop him.

We were interrupted, however, when the front door opened again. I spun around and saw Laurent standing there.