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.
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I reached the highway and started to walk north, trying to find a decent motel. I decided to try my hand at hitchhiking, despite the warnings Renee had given me as a child. I thought that since it was a small town, I would be safe. It was laughable how wrong I was.
I’d had to hike up my gown to mid-thigh so I wouldn’t trip over the hem, but it was all for nothing, since I’d tripped over my own feet multiple times. I figured I’d been hitchhiking for about an hour. The sun was setting and everything was getting dark, bleak. Clouds advanced from the horizon.
Oh no. I thought as the first few drops of rain fell on my head. It quickly came down harder, ending up raining in sheets.
At last a truck pulled up to the soaked, dreary girl in her wedding dress.
It was just too bad that the girl was me.
The truck was silver, but much of its paint had been chipped off, leaving the bare metal. A fake golf ball was stuck in the back windshield.
The door was flung open. "Need a ride, honey?" A man called. His voice was soft, kind.
"Yes, please!" I heard the disparity in my voice, but I wasn’t sure if the stranger could. I climbed in the cab of the truck.
At that moment, I remembered why I hadn’t brought my own truck. I was trying to be sneaky so Charlie wouldn’t know I was running away. It reminded me of that scene from The Sound of Music, except I wouldn’t have to sing about tea and jam…
My thoughts trailed off.
My mood lifted so much, it felt almost tangible as I shut the door and buckled up. But it wasn’t enough to stop the writhing hole in my middle. Not even close.
The engine revved and we took off into the night.
"The name’s Nemo," he said after a few moments of silence.
"Bella," I responded.
"Where to, Sweetie?" Suddenly his endearments made me sick to my stomach.
"A nearby motel?"Uh oh. What if he gets the wrong idea? What if-
A sudden veer caught my attention. We turned into an empty parking lot next to an old warehouse. From the looks of it, I’d say no one had been in it for years.
He put the truck in park and exited, slamming his door. He then walked over to my side, opening it. He scooped me up into his arms.
"Hey! What are you doing? Put me down!" I screamed, kicking and punching, anything to make him release his grip.
"Shut up," was all he said, walking toward the warehouse. He wasn’t as nice as I’d thought, obviously.
He kicked open the door and took me inside.
This was not how I’d imagined I’d be carried over the thresh hold.
It was dark inside the building, but I could feel him tie my hands behind my back, gag me, and rope my legs together.
He left me there, lying in a heap. The gag was cutting into my mouth. It tasted of smoke and urine. Luckily it wasn’t very tight. I pushed it off of my mouth and around my neck using a pipe near the wall. I sat against the concrete wall and sighed.
"I always depend on the kindness of strangers," I quoted to myself.
Then I felt something fleshy wriggle next to me.
"Who’s there?" I called. A muffled response followed.
I turned around, and as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I thought I recognized the figure there.
"…Angela?" There she lied, bound and gagged.
A mumbled answer came from her. I didn’t quite catch it, but it sounded something like, "The gag, Bella."
"Oh, right. Uh, I used the pipe." I watched her inch over to it and wrench it off.
"Yuck," she said, trying to clear her throat. "Bella? What’s wrong?" she asked when she saw me turn away, tears rising to my eyes.
I turned to her sharply, glaring now. "What do you think?" A tear escaped from my eye and down my cheek.
"I-I…don’t…know?" she stammered.
My eyes narrowed. "The wedding? YOU stealing my true love?"
"Bella, what are you talking about?" She said softly.
I was going to respond with another sharp remark, but then I noticed Angela’s eyes for the first time.
"Angela! What happened to your eyes?" I cried.
She touched her eyes. "What? Nothing, Bella. Nothing’s wrong with my eyes."
"They’re brown..," I mused.
"Bella, they’ve always been brown!" she told me softly.
"No! Yesterday you were a… And now you’re a…human?" The room was spinning. Had that really been her in the meadow a few hours ago? Of course it was! It had to have been! But, then how could she be human now? Nothing made sense.
"Bella? I think you’re in shock, you need to lay down."
"Angela? Are you sure you don’t understand?" I asked.
"I’m sure, Bella." The ring of truth colored her tone. So she really wasn’t the one there! So who-
My thoughts were cut off when the warehouse door was thrown open and chains hit the concrete floor. They must be strong to have to have chains, but the figure looked so small, so tiny, that that didn’t seem possible. Unless…
I looked at the person closer.
"Alice," I whispered.