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Alices Vision: Rewrite

Summary:
With the permission of Akasha 101, I have rewritten the fanfiction "Alices Vision" by said author in order to give it a happy ending!!! You need to read the original fanfiction to understand the rewrite!!! I give credit and thanks to Akasha 101 for letting me rewrite her work! I hope you enjoy my version of a great, but sad story!!!


Notes:
I didn't have anything to do with the creation of the twilight series! Even the idea for this fanfiction was not mine; I am giving a happy ending to someone else's story!!! Severe profanity is used!!!


1. The Solution to Her Pain Lies in Her Death...

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The Solution to Her Pain Lies in Her Death…

Alice’s POV

I was appalled by what I had just seen. Bella carving up her skin; our names already engraved on her skin. I was going to kill him for this. I ran to Edward’s room.

“YOU ASSHOLE; YOU STUPID BASTARD; YOU WORTHLESS EXCUSE OF A VAMPIRE, I FUCKING HATE YOU!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO HER? I DON’T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE PROTECTING HER! YOU KILLED HER!!! YOU JACKASS; YOU KILLED HER!!!”

I attacked him as I screamed, both out loud and in my mind, and he tried to get away from me. Everyone ran into the room. They were shocked at the scene before them.

“SHE’S GOING TO KILL HERSELF BECAUSE OF YOU! JASPER DON’T YOU DARE TRY TO CALM ME DOWN!!! LET ME KILL HIM! LET ME TEAR HIS MISERABLE ASS TO PIECES AND BURN THEM ONE BY ONE IN A SMALL FIRE!!!”

Jasper calmed me down anyway. Carlisle set aside his shock long enough to ask what was going on.

“Why were you attacking Edward?”

“I don’t have time to explain here. We have to get back to Forks!!! We have to stop her!”

“Stop who?”

“BELLA!!!”

Edward went rigid with pain, and I slapped him across the face.

“That is for Bella because she isn’t here with the strength to do it herself!”

I ran out the door and Carlisle was following me. We were in Carlisle’s Mercedes within seconds. Emmett was already in the car.

“What are you doing in here?”

“If I stay, I will kill him. I want to save that pleasure for Bella. I know that she won’t kill him, but she might at least hurt him. This seemed like a three person job anyway. Jasper and Rose won’t let him leave the house while we’re gone.”

I floored it and drove with a purpose. We had to get there in time. The alternative was unbearable. I would not lose the human who was like a sister to me and my brother. If she died he would find a way.

“Carlisle, you know what you’re going to have to do.”

“I do. I don’t have any other choice.”

This was the fastest trip from Alaska to Forks any of us had ever made. I was in Washington within three-fourths of an hour; another thirty minutes and I was pulling into Bella’s driveway. We flitted into the house and up the stairs. I held my breath as the scent of blood hit me. It was everywhere. Carlisle checked Bella. She had been bleeding for a long time. He sealed her wounds with venom, but it wasn’t going to be enough to keep her alive. She would have to be bitten.

“Emmett, get the keys to her truck. We’re going to have to make it look like she got into an accident and the thing exploded. Can you handle that?”

“I get to blow something up! If my reasoning for being here weren’t so depressing I would be thrilled right now. I’m on it.”

He grabbed the keys and ran outside. I heard the truck start as I cleaned up the pool of blood. I was done within seconds- thanking God that we had made it in time and that she was in the bathroom; I didn’t have the time to clean up a carpet. I took care of the letters she had left, replacing them with a note to Charlie. I had mimicked her hand-writing; it read.

Dad,

I can’t stand living here anymore. There are too many painful memories. I don’t know where I’m going to go, but don’t search for me. Tell Mom I’m sorry to leave like this. Goodbye, I love you.

Love,

Bella

We ran back to the car, and Carlisle sat in the back with Bella. I cranked the music up to hide her screams as the venom flowed through her veins, and sped back to Alaska.

“Why are you in such a hurry Alice?”

“I want Edward to see what he did to her.”

Carlisle didn’t respond. We picked Emmett up fifty miles from where he had blown up Bella’s truck. I slowed down a little bit after that, but we still made it back to the house in two hours. I turned her pants into shorts and tore the sleeves off of her shirt. Not only were they soaked with blood, but I wanted Edward to see the scars. Carlisle started to take her into him and Esme’s room, but I shook my head.

“No. Edward’s room; put her there.”

“Alice, that is taking it too far.”

“I didn’t kill him this morning because I wanted to watch him suffer when he saw her scars. He never leaves his room so put her where he will always see what he did to her. I spared his miserable excuse of a life for this moment. He doesn’t deserve to live. He doesn’t deserve the forgiveness he’s likely to receive. I want to watch him get part of what he deserves. He didn’t even let me say goodbye. When we left he tried to say that it would be easier for her, but nothing could have helped this. She died when he left. Even if it was only figuratively, he killed her. Damn it, I want him to know exactly what he did, and I want him to hate himself for it. I want her to hate him for it, but I know she won’t. She’ll forgive him at some point. I hope she kicks his ass first.”

The hate in my eyes scared Carlisle. He knew that I wouldn’t have bothered to argue if I couldn’t win. He knew that I would get my way, so he carried Bella into Edward’s room. Edward stared at us, and then at Bella. He saw the scars on her arms and legs, and he realized that she had been cutting herself. I saw the pain in his eyes. Good, he was in pain.

“Get out, Alice.”

“I want to watch you suffer.”

“I SAID GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM, YOU SADISTIC LITTLE BITCH! YOU WANT TO WATCH MY PAIN; YOU WANT TO SEE ME GO INSANE WITH SELF-HATRED; HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF JASPER WERE HUMAN AND YOU TRIED TO KEEP HIM SAFE BY LEAVING, BUT HE CARVED UP HIS LEGS AND TRACED HIS VEINS WITH A BLADE? GO TO HELL, ALICE, AND THEN YOU’LL KNOW WHERE I AM. IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE THAT I’M GOING THROUGH HELL ASK JASPER. HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT I’VE BEEN FEELING SINCE WE LEFT. COME IN HERE, AND SHOW THE PSYCHOTIC LITTLE SADIST WHAT I’VE BEEN THROUGH. THEN LET HER JUDGE ME!!! ALICE, YOU KNOW JUST HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE ALMOST GONE TO ITALY AND BEGGED FOR DEATH. YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I ALMOST WENT BACK TO FORKS! DON’T TAKE SO MUCH PLEASURE IN SEEING MY PAIN. YOU CAN ASK YOUR BELOVED MATE THAT FEELING MY PAIN ISN’T FUN. NOW IF YOU DON’T WANT TO LOSE A LIMB, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM.”

Bella’s POV

The blood poured out of my arms at a rate that would have been alarming if I cared. The black, nothingness I was experiencing helped. I could just pretend that I was passing out from the smell of the blood; a fainting spell I would never wake up from. I felt all awareness slipping away. Goodbye cruel world. That was when I felt it; the fire. Wow! That was quick. I’d died and gone to Hell already. Oh well, it didn’t matter. Even Hell was better than the empty existence I had endured for the past I didn’t know how long. There was something off about the fire though. It was like it was burning inside of me rather than around me. I tried to open my eyes. I didn’t see flames. I… I saw Edward. I really was in Hell. I could feel my body getting stronger even though the flames were still raging through me. Then I realized that my senses were becoming sharper. Oh shit. Damn! Alice must have seen me try to kill myself. She couldn’t stop me or save me without resorting to this so someone had bitten me, most likely Carlisle. Fuck! I wanted to die, not live forever with my despair. Surely they would have known that. Edward didn’t care about me so why did they bother? Did they feel guilty? How could they do this to me? How could Alice do this to me? Even if Edward hadn’t cared, I thought that she did. I thought that I was like a sister to her. Maybe none of them had cared. I knew that Rosalie didn’t give a damn. She never hid how she felt about me. Why had the others acted like they liked me? Did they get some sick pleasure out of setting me up for this pain? Maybe they were monsters. It was hard to think of Carlisle and Esme that way, but if they weren’t why did they go along with it? Maybe Edward had fooled them, too. The fire was fading a little bit. My heartbeat was slowing. I knew it was almost over. Good, they all had some explaining to do.