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It starts out just like any other wedding fic, but Bella is in for a surprise.

This is probably the most RANDOM thing I’ll EVER write, but I was just thinking about Bella’s wedding, (if there is one; cross fingers) and who would be brides maids. If she had two separate weddings, (one with humans and one with the Cullens), would she have Alice at the human one as a maid of honor? Who else would be there, since her closest friends are vampires, even though the ARE supposed to be there, since Edward is the groom…(that thought gets REALLY off topic) Would Jessica and Angela be there? I guess not Jessica, after New Moon, but what about Angela? I really want them to be better friends…OH! What if… And that’s where the idea came from. So I’ll stop rambling and let you enjoy the story.

6. Kate

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We zoomed through the forest and to the street. Edward and ‘Angela’ took the Volvo he had come in, so we took Carlisle’s ‘Special Occasion’ car. We sped home in silence.

When we got home, I burst in the door.

"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen!" I shouted unnecessarily. No one answered. "Edward?" I asked, almost inaudibly. I trampled up the stairs and to my bathroom.

There was the blond girl I had seen in my vision. She was applying black mascara to her already luxurious lashes.

"Angela?" I heard Edward call. She looked around frantically, and just like in my vision, her hair became light brown and became shorter. Her eyes turned from rouge to topaz. Her skin tanned slightly.

She was Angela once more.

"Angela? What are you doing?" I asked, hoping for an answer this time.

"Why, I’m getting ready for the wedding, dear sister. Well, sister to-be." And once again she took in my outfit and windblown hair. "Shouldn’t you change, too?"

I glared at her. "No, I mean what are you doing to this family?" Even though I knew what she’d DONE perfectly well. Broken up Bella and Edward…made something happen to Edward…

And once again she smirked and left me standing in the bathroom.

Edward then poked his head in the door. "Alice, have you seen Angela?" His voice was enthusiastic enough, but his eyes were wrong. Frozen…hard…dead.

"Edward! What is going on?" I shouted at him.

He stared at me, confused. He walked up to me and took my hands. For the first time I saw what he was wearing. He was no longer in his tux, but instead in khaki pants and a black tee shirt.

"Alice, didn’t Jasper tell you?"

It was my turn to be confused. "No, I just got in. Tell me what?"

"Alice, Angela and I are getting married."

I couldn’t believe my ears. Hadn’t he just been waiting at the altar for Bella? What the heck is going on around here?

"Edward! You love Bella, remember? Your angel?"

Edward merely looked at me and said, "Alice, don’t you understand? I did love Bella, in a way, but now that Angela is in my life, I’ve never been happier. Please try to understand. How could I ever love a human?" His words were monotonous; there was no emotion behind them.

"Edward, dearest! We’re going to be late for the reservations at the church!" I heard Angela’s voice, if not Angela herself call up the stairs.

"Coming!" Edward replied. He looked back at me. "Please come, Alice," his eyes held a flicker of emotion before returning to their empty state.

"La tua cantante," was all I mumbled.

He grimaced and left the room.


I knew I needed to get up now. Nothing was getting done, with me just lying in the dirt. I picked myself up, clutching my aching middle, and brushed off my now torn and soiled gown.

The pain was so intense it felt as if white, hot flames were lapping at me. It was worse than I could have ever imagined. I longed for numbness.

I concentrated on one problem: Where was I going to live for the time being? I couldn’t go home, and I most definitely can’t go to the Cullens house. I winced at the name and moaned. It had been a long time since I couldn’t say their name. I guess I’ll just have to stay in a hotel. Thank God Alice paid for the dress! It was against my will, but now I couldn’t be more grateful. I would have to sneak into my room to get the money, but it was still better than nothing.

I hiked up the hem of my gown once more and started the long hike home. Some small, paranoid part of me in the back of my mind told me I wasn’t alone.


I washed the last grain of dirt out of my hair and put my bride’s maid gown, now washed and ironed, back on. I didn’t know why, but I was going to the wedding.

No, that’s a lie. I knew why I was going. To make sure my brother wasn’t making the mistake I thought he was.

I didn’t bother to take a car, but rather ran, since there was a trail through the trees that lead toward the church.

Each footfall was quick and silent, but the earth was matted beneath my feet nonetheless. I stopped ten feet away from the edge of the forest.

I took out my compact to make sure my hair and makeup were still perfect, or rather to procrastinate the inevitable awkwardness I was setting myself up for. When I flipped open the top, something startled me.

Behind me, a man stood, merely staring at me. His eyes were black, but I spotted a few specks of burgundy. He had bald spots in random places on his head, and bruises along his arms and neck. He stood hunched over, leaning against a tree for support. He was the most crippled vampire I had ever seen.

I immediately wanted to run over and help him, but something in his eyes told me to stand my ground.

"Alice," he said weakly. "Having fun with Angela?" he sneered. He flashed me a devilish grin and sped off as fast as he could, which was the equivalent to me at my slowest.

I took a moment to clear my head, trying to remember the task at hand. The wedding. I reminded myself. "Oh yeah!" I said to no one in particular.

I dashed at human pace from the cover of the forest and into the two-story doors. I took a moment to take in my surroundings.

It was beautiful! Topiaries in the shape of angels were scattered against the walls. Flowers decorated the room in soft, muted colors. There was a large, marble fountain in the middle of the room.

This was as luxurious as Eden.

I heard a voice coming from a room to my left. It was singing a random tune that seemed oddly familiar to me. I opened the door a crack.

The blonde girl from earlier was gliding about the room, holding her skirt hem up gracefully. On her feet she wore 4-inch red pumps to match her dress.

I guess she’s wearing that to get married. I thought aimlessly.

Her voice was as smooth as silk and as sweet as honey, but when I saw it coming out of her mouth, I registered it as scratchy and unbearable.

Suddenly, the crippled man I had seen in the forest walked up to her, handing her a bottle of what seemed to be red wine and bowing slightly. She popped the cork out effortlessly and took a swig. The trace of the liquid that was left against her lips was too thick to be wine, and I knew it had to be blood.

The faint spots of onyx in her eyes disappeared almost instantly.

"Kate, this plan of yours is running quite smoothly, I hear! Congratulations," the man said.

She gave him a smile that I suppose was supposed to be warm, but something wicked was hinted at.

"Thank you, Tom," she responded, shoving the bottle back at him. "And yes, things are going more perfectly than I could have dreamed!" she grimaced. "Well, except for that Alice girl. But I’ll take care of her." I stifled a gasp. "And by this time tomorrow, I will be Mrs. Edward Cullen and Isabella will be out of this world and out of my hair forever!"

I shut the door silently. I ran with all my might to the doors leading to the altar, but just before I opened them, something hard hit me over the head, and everything went black.