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The Vision

Alice gets a vision about our favorite star-crossed couple's deaths. No matter what is done, the vision keeps coming. Is there any way to stop it? COMPLETE!!!


10. Chapter 10: The Last Chapter (Finally!)

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Edward’s Point of View

“No,” I said from my bedroom. Bella was in my lap, and we were listening to Linkin Park in a very comfortable silence.

“Yes,” Alice insisted from her own bedroom. I am going to help you with this, Edward!

“No,” I repeated, for what felt like the hundredth time today. Why couldn’t Alice understand that I didn’t want any help with this? Why?


“Dear God!” Emmett yelled, very annoyed. Alice and I had been yelling the same word back and forth for nearly two days now. Needless to say, the others were beginning to get a temper. “Would you two just stop already? Edward, whatever it is, let her do it.”

“No!” I insisted. “I’m not going to let her help me with this.”

Many groans.

“Could you possibly dispute this in a more private setting, then, Edward?” Carlisle asked. Even he was beginning to lose patience with the two of us.

Another dilemma. The others wanted Alice and I to go off in private and ‘discuss’ our little dispute. The only problem? I refused to leave Bella’s side.

“Alice, you’re not helping. I’m sorry. That’s just how it’s going to be.” My voice rang with finality, and a silence from Alice made me hope that she would listen.

Edward? Bella put her thoughts into my head, always, always, disconcerting me.

“Yes, love?”

What are the two of you arguing about so much? I mean, I looked into Alice’s head and I can’t find anything, and, of course, she won’t tell me. So…

I laughed. “Sorry, Bella, but I’m afraid I can’t tell you that. I had wanted everybody to be surprised, but, of course, I knew Alice would see my decision. I had just hoped she would be a little more accepting of the fact that I neither require nor wish to receive any help.”

“That’s too bad, Edward!” Alice called.

Many loud groans.

“Edward?” Bella said carefully, aloud.


“Could you possibly… discuss this… elsewhere?” Her voice dropped very low at the end; it was obvious that she was being careful not to cause my temper to flare.

I sighed. As much as I did not want to leave Bella, especially after discovering that she was really live, well… as alive as our kind could be… and not dead, murdered…

The only thing more important that what I wanted, as usual, was what Bella wanted.

“Alice?” I called quietly. “Meet me outside.”

I reluctantly released Bella, and slowly stood, walking at a human speed to the front door. Alice was there, waiting. We walked far enough to be out of earshot. Just after we closed the door, Emmett exhaled in relief.

“Thank God!” he exclaimed. “Thank you, Bella!”

I chuckled.

We both paused once we were out of earshot, leaning against a tree, facing each other. I tilted my head down to meet her gaze, and she looked up to meet mine. We glared unrelentingly at each other, neither willing to speak first.

“You do realize that nothing that you say will change my mind about this, right?” she told me sternly. “This is very important to me, and I want to make sure that this goes perfect.”

“Important to you?” I echoed in disbelief. “Alice, I’m the one proposing here, not you. As much as I know how you love to plan extravagant events and all that, I’m really not going to let you help me with this!”

“And why on Earth should I just let you do whatever you want? I’m the psychic, remember? I will know exactly what you should and shouldn’t do,” she reminded me.

“Alice,” I said slowly, never looking away from her. “I am going to do this. On my own. I can do this. Without your help.”

“She’s my sister, I have to-”

“She’s my mate, Alice,” I interrupted, using the vampire term for soul mate. Ah, soul mate. Such an insignificant word compared to the bond Bella and I shared…

“I know that, Edward. It’s just… Bella is my sister, and I want to make sure that this goes as perfectly for her as it did for me.”

A memory flashed in her mind of when Jasper proposed. Of course, the moment was not as sweet, because Alice knew it was coming, but it was, indeed, a very romantic gesture, officially bonding the two of them for all eternity.

“I promise, I swear to you, Alice, that I will give Bella the perfect proposal. And, if it is any consolation, you can help plan the wedding.” I winked. “Promise.”

She squealed. As I knew it would, the prospect of helping to plan our wedding would overpower her stubbornness to help with the proposal.

Jasper’s Point of View

Frustrating. Very frustrating. The excitement and impatience emanating from Alice was simply overwhelming. I had asked her multiple times what was bothering her, but she only shook her head, grinning, as always.

And now, I was asking her again.

“Alice, dear,” I said as she came back into the room, having (finally) gone and talked with Edward about whatever it was that was bothering them. The impatience was just a little bit more, but the excitement… that had multiplied about ten fold. “What is it that has your emotions so haywire?”

“Jasper,” she laughed, her tone as if she were singing her words rather than speaking them. “I told you… I can’t tell you. You’ll just have to be patient.”

I laughed.

“Well, I’m not the one nearly bursting with impatience, am I?” I asked her, smiling. “Perhaps your advice should be taken to heart.”

“Perhaps.” She paused, considering, before grinning again. “But I’m still not going to tell you.”

Rosalie’s Point of View

“Emmett,” I groaned. “Honestly, do you honestly think you will be able to sneak up on anybody in this house?”

He was trying to listen in on what was going on in Edward’s room. For just about the twentieth time. I honestly didn’t know what he was trying to accomplish. Whatever it was that Edward was planning in that intrusive mind of his, he obviously didn’t want Bella to know about it, and, since he hasn’t left her side once since we’ve come back from Italy (except for that one time to talk with Alice a few days ago), he wasn’t going to be talking about it.

I pointed this out to Emmett, and he didn’t follow. Apparently, he is under the apprehension that he is not the only vampire on Earth to speak his thoughts every minute of every day.

“I’m going to find out what he’s planning, Rose,” he told me, confident as ever.

“No you’re not.”

He shook his head, as if he were pitying me. “Rose, Rose, Rose, obviously you do not understand the simpleness of this particular event.”

I raised one eyebrow. “Simpleness?” I echoed.

“Simplicity,” he amended. “Whatever, vocabulary doesn’t matter here.”

No. But I was getting tired of this.

“Emmett, just come over here and we can-”

And he was gone again.

I sighed, falling back onto the bed. Waiting. He would be back soon. Just long enough for him to ‘sneak’ up to Edward’s room and be kicked out. Again.











“Ugh!” And he was back again. He walked over to me, lying next to me on the bed. He exhaled a large gust of air, frustrated that his plans had been thwarted again.

“Edward kick you out?” Sarcastic.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Stupid mind reader.”

“Emmett,” Edward said, his voice low and even. “I advise you not to keep trying the exact same thing. I would think that after the twenty-second failed attempt at the same plan, you would come up with something new.”

Emmett frowned.

“And in any case,” Edward continued. “You won’t find me talking about it. Not now. Not ever.”

In spite of myself, my lips curled up into a smug smile.

Bella’s Point of View

What was he planning? For two weeks, he’s been distracted, but he won’t tell me why. This has to be something important. But…

Why wouldn’t he tell me?

I decided, then, that, if he wouldn’t, maybe the others were thinking something about it, or at least thinking about something that would give me a little hint.

I tried Emmett first. It only took a small peek for me to pull out of his head… I didn’t really want to see Rosalie like that. Ever.

I knew better than to check in Rosalie’s mind after what was in Emmett’s. They were… busy… and I’ve already seen more of two of the Cullens than I ever expected to. Jasper and Rosalie were plenty enough for me.

Right. So Jasper next.

What’s bothering her? She’s so excited, so much happier than usual, but… Why? I’ve been trying for two weeks to figure this out – It shouldn’t be this hard…

I sighed. Nothing in Jasper’s head to help.

Carlisle, then.

… wonder if I should head in to the hospital. Everything is calm here, and Dr. Snow had said that things were a little crowded down there…

Esme, maybe?

These flowers look lovely. I love violets. So beautiful, and they look so nice next to these lavender I just planted…

Alice. She was my last chance, then.

…but who to invite? Definitely everybody from Denali. But anybody else? I’m not… Bella get out of my head!

How did you know? I sent to her.

You’re less discreet than Edward, poking around in my head. The way you breathe changes; you move less often. A bunch of stuff.

I’ll have to work on that.

You will. But for now? Stay out of my head.

I laughed.

I opened my eyes, realizing that Alice was right. I had shifted so that I was sitting up rather than lying down as I was before. I had closed my eyes, and had leaned forwards so that my head was in my hands. I hadn’t realized that I was concentrating so hard on reading everybody’s minds.

I laughed again.

“I’m glad to see you so happy.” Edward’s arms were suddenly wrapped around me, and I grinned, turning around so that I could hug him.

“You’re back!” I didn’t even bother to try to hide how happy I was.

“I missed you every second that I was away,” he whispered into my hair.

“Where did you go?”

I could feel him smiling. “Nowhere in particular.”

I sighed. “Of course not.”

He chuckled. “Be patient, love.”

But I could only be patient for so long . . .

Edward’s Point of View

I’ve waited for one entire month. One month. But tonight… the waiting would end. I would ask her. Everything was ready. Everything would be perfect.

“Bella?” I said softly, stroking her hair as she lay against me. I was very sure that we hadn’t moved in two days. We had just sat here, being together, and listening to various music artists.


“Are you busy tonight?” I asked her, smiling. I watched as a smile slowly spread across her ethereal face in response.

“No,” she said slowly. “Did you have anything planned?”

“In fact, I did. I was wondering if I could have the honor of taking you to dinner tonight.”

Oh, Edward Anthony Mason Cullen, I loathe you with every molecule of my entire being! Alice thought angrily.

I chuckled, shaking my head when Bella looked up at me, confused. Of course, Alice would be frustrated. She wouldn’t be able to be there when I proposed to Bella. She would be able to see it, though. I had decided on doing this, and so she would have a vision about it. Alice would have to make do with that…

“So,” I said smoothly, looking down at Bella with a soft smile. “Are you available tonight?”

“Of course,” she said happily, instantly. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

She frowned.

“I hate surprises,” she said, her voice turning sour.

I laughed. “I know.”

“I don’t like you,” she pouted.

“Ah, but I know that isn’t true.” I smiled. “You like me. Love me in fact.”

She was starting to smile. “Who told you that?” she asked.

I leaned down so that my lips were touching her ear. “You did,” I breathed.

She smiled wider, easily giving in. I kissed her for a moment, and then stood up, taking her hand so that she would be pulled up with me.

“Where are we going?” she asked again.

“Hunting,” I replied simply.

“Oh.” She thought about that. “Why?”

I smiled. “I’m fairly sure that you’re going to want to be able to leave the house without massacring every human you come across.”

She looked embarrassed.

“But… I thought it took years of practice before I would be able to be around humans so casually.” A look of confusion crossed her face, probably remembering the struggle when she was on the airplane.

“It does. But I’ll be there with you, and I won’t let anything happen to you. Besides, it’s been a couple months, and you’ve already proven that you can be around humans by abstaining in the airport.”

She seemed comforted, then. “Alright, then,” she agreed.


After we had hunted, I brought her to my Volvo, helping her into the passenger seat. I smiled, then. “I’ll be right back,” I told her.

“Alright,” she said slowly.

I raced into the house, to my room, where I was hiding the ring. It wasn’t where I left it. I whipped around, until I saw Alice balancing it on her palm.

“You know I will never forgive you if this doesn’t go absolutely perfect, right?” she told me. I was worried for a moment that her thoughts would give me away, but she was currently translating parts of the Constitution into Arabic.

I smiled at her. “You won’t be disappointed.”

She tossed me the box that held Bella’s ring. “Good. Because I will cheerfully beat you to death if you do.” She grinned at me.

I grinned back at her, and then ran back out to the Volvo, where Bella was waiting impatiently for me. I slid into the driver’s seat, but, before I started the car, I pulled out a blindfold. Bella’s mouth dropped open, and her eyes tightened in disbelief.

“No,” she said firmly. I chuckled.

“Humor me,” I told her. I looked at her in the way that always made her eyes glaze over. One hundred percent ‘dazzled.’ Then she shook her head, yanking the blindfold from me, and glared.

“You don’t fight fair,” she accused me. I laughed.

“Never said I did.”

I helped her get the blindfold on, before starting the car. The entire way there, she was grumbling, so fast that I only caught a few words. “Unnecessary” and “Frustrating” were among them. I chuckled again.

“Be patient, love.”

She sighed. “This is so ridiculous, though. I mean, honestly – a blindfold?”

“It’ll be worth the suspense,” I assured her. She pouted, but leaned back in her seat, giving in. I smiled, and turned my attention back to the road.

Twenty minutes later, I pulled the car to a stop. She heard the stop of the engine, and reached up to take off her blindfold. I caught her hands, placing them back in her lap.

“Not yet,” I laughed. She frowned again, crossing her arms against her chest. I laughed again, walking around the car to help her out.

La Bella Italia. The restaurant at which I first took her to dinner. Of course, we wouldn’t be eating anything here, but the nostalgia of the place would be perfect. I had reserved out the entire restaurant, so there would be no interruptions.

The waitress looked shocked when I opened the door. I recognized her as the girl from when we had first come here. Even more nostalgia. Perfect.

“Um, I’m sorry sir, but the place is-”

“Cullen,” I interrupted her. Understanding brightened her face, and she nodded. She glanced at Bella, still blindfolded, still pouting, and back to me. I smiled at her, and the human paused for a moment, before shaking her head and taking us back to the booths again.

I sat Bella into the seat, and she finally spoke up.

“Now can I take the stupid blindfold off?” she asked.

I laughed. “Yes, now you can take it off.”

She slipped it off, and gasped almost inaudibly when she noticed where we were. And how empty the place was. Her eyes narrowed at me, but she was smiling.

“Edward Anthony Mason Cullen, please tell me that you did not reserve the entire restaurant just for the two of us.”

I grinned at her, but complied with her request; I didn’t speak. She groaned.

“It’s not like we can actually eat anything here,” she mumbled, too quickly for a human to have a chance of hearing. She looked around the restaurant then, her brilliant golden eyes scanning the familiar room. Her gaze settled on me, then, and she smiled.

“Why are we here?” she wondered.

I placed an innocent expression on my face. “Can I not take the woman I love out to dinner?”

Something flashed in her eyes, too quick for me to see what the emotion was. Her eyes narrowed slightly.

“Yes,” she said slowly. “But you wouldn’t go to all this effort all for nothing, especially going somewhere to ‘eat.’ ”

She was so quick.

“Perhaps there was a reason,” I allowed, smirking. I could feel the box for the ring inside my pocket, ready to presented when needed. My smirk slowly transformed into a small smile.

“And are you going to tell me that reason?” she asked, raising one eyebrow.

My smile turned back into a smirk.


She groaned, falling back onto the seat. I realized that we had been leaning towards each other, so caught up in out own personal bubble. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the waitress and hostess watching us from the fall wall, as if watching a television show, or a soap opera.

After a period of comfortable silence – it could have been minutes, or hours –, she looked up at me again. Her eyes scorched, so excruciatingly beautiful, and she leaned back towards me. A small voice in the back of my head recognized the fact that she was trying to dazzle me into telling her why I had brought her here. Unfortunately, it wasn’t quite loud enough to be listened to.

“Edward,” she said slowly, almost seductively.

“Yes?” My mind was hazy… I fought to pay attention to her words and not simply stare at her.

“Why are we here?” she asked, leaning closer towards me, so that her cool breath blew softly against my face.

“I have to do something.” My God, and she accused me of dazzling! I forced myself to concentrate, to not give anything else away. And definitely not to be dazzled again.

“What do you have to do?” Surprise had colored her tone, making it easier to concentrate on that than her ‘dazzling.’

“Something… important.” I close my words carefully, cautious not to slip.

“And it had to be done… here?”



I smiled, but didn’t answer.

“Edward,” she whined. She pouted, folding her arms stubbornly across her chest. I laughed, and her expression seemed to soften at the sound.

“Be patient,” I repeated.

This continued for several hours; her trying to trick me into telling her why we were here, and not getting what she wanted. But, eventually, she grew frustrated.

“If you’re not going to tell me, let’s just leave,” she finally said, annoyed.

“Alright,” I agreed, smiling in anticipation. “After one thing.”

“And what’s that?” she asked, pouting at me.

I slowly slid out of the seat, onto one knee, pulling out the box at the same time. I opened the box, revealing a princess cut ring with a diamond twisted elegantly into the smooth topaz metal. Bella’s eyes widened in surprise, and she gasped.

“Isabella Marie Swan,” I began, my eyes burning into hers with all of the feelings I had towards her. “I promise to love you forever. Every single moment of forever. Will you marry me?”

She was staring at the ring, disbelief, shock, and happiness at war for control on her face. She looked at the ring for an unbearably long moment, and then looked up to me. Happiness was winning.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, yes, yes!”

I grinned, slipping the ring onto her finger and pulling her into my arms. “Thank you,” I whispered, leaning down to press my lips to hers.

Bella’s Point of View

“Isabella Marie Swan,” Carlisle’s voice was warm as he turned to me. “Do you take Edward Cullen to be your husband, to love him until the end of your existence?

“I do,” I whispered, unable to hold back the grin that spread across my face.

Carlisle nodded, before turning to Edward.

“Edward Anthony Mason Cullen. Do you take Isabella Swan to be your wife, to love her until the end of your existence?”

He was grinning, too. “I do.”

Carlisle was still speaking, but I couldn’t hear him anymore. All I could hear and see was Edward, when he smiled at me, when he mouthed, ‘I love you’, when he pulled me into a kiss when Carlisle spoke the words that bound us for all eternity. My angel blinded out everything else.

And I would love him forever.