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Alices Vision: Rewrite

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!!!

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!!!

2. ... But Not the Death She Imagined!

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…But Not the Death She Imagined!

Bella’s POV

I waited out the rest of the burning. When it was over my eyes flew open. I saw Alice first. She pointed to Edward.

“There he is. Kill him if you want to. Carlisle and Esme are the only ones who would care whether you did or not.”

She continued staring at my reaction. She must really be pissed off at him. Maybe she really does think of me as a sister. Maybe Edward had tricked them all for his own sick, demented purposes. I walked up to him and slapped him across face. He flew across the room.

“Go ahead and kill me if you intend to. I swear I won’t do a damn thing to stop you.”

I looked at him and saw it all; the pain, the self-hatred. Why would he be in pain and hate himself?

“What reason do you have to look like that? Why do you look as if someone tore your heart out leaving a hole of agony in its place? You were the one that left.”

“You think I wanted to? Bella, leaving you was the stupidest thing I have ever done. I only did because I wanted to keep you safe. I didn’t want you to be a vampire. You deserve better than this. Three days ago Alice flew into my room and started yelling, cussing, and attacking me. After Jasper calmed her down, she, Carlisle, and Emmett went to Forks to get you. They were no ways to keep you alive and human so Carlisle bit you. They brought you here and Alice insisted that you put you in my room because she wanted me to see what I had done to you; see and suffer. I deserved every bit of the pain I went through. I deserve for you to kill me. Alice didn’t do it because she felt that it should be up to you. Emmett had to go with them to avoid killing me. He wanted to.”

“I’m not going to kill you. If I killed you I would have a real dilemma on my hands; like whose going to help me die once you’re gone. Slitting my wrists won’t work this time. Living without you was what caused me to turn suicidal in the first place.”

“Hey, Bella!!! Will you please hit him again? I don’t think you should let him off the hook so easy!

“Sorry, Emmett; I’m not going to hit him again. Out of curiosity, how badly do you want to hurt him?”

“I want to tear his arms and legs off.”

“No loss of limb is allowable, sorry. You can throw him at something, though.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, I am 100% serious. Emmett, go throw him at something!”

“She gave me permission. Ha, you have to let me.”

Emmett picked Edward up and ran outside. He spun around and threw Edward into the forest. He went straight through about ten trees before he finally stopped. When Edward got back to us, Jasper looked at him and tortured him via emotions. Alice slapped him across the face. Rosalie was so furious that she didn’t trust herself to hurt him without killing him.

“If I attack him, he will lose something. Jasper can you please calm me down a little bit.”

The atmosphere calmed down significantly.

“Okay, that’s enough guys. I think he’s learned his lesson and if not we’ll try to teach him again some other time.”

“He learned.”

“Are you sure?”

“Will you allow me to prove that I learned my lesson?”

“All right, fine, prove it!”

“Close your eyes.”

I closed them, and he kissed me. My arms wrapped around him and I responded. His lips felt different. I could feel his love in the caressing way his lips moved. There was no doubting that he had learned his lesson. I got the impression that he had learned it before he was ‘taught’ by Emmett, Jasper, and Alice. We stood there kissing for a little longer, and when we broke apart I laughed.

“You actually did learn.”

“Of course I learned. You’re an excellent teacher.”

“You’re still not off the hook! I only let you kiss me because I have been deprived for far too long. If you want my forgiveness, you will have to find out how to earn it. Remember, actions speak louder than words.”

“I know. I do love you, Bella. I will prove that to you if it’s the last thing I do.”

“I’ll leave you to ponder that. In the mean time, I’m thirsty so can we go hunt now, please.”

“I’m sorry, Bella. I should’ve remembered. Yes, lets hunt.” Carlisle was looking agitated with himself for forgetting. We hunted for a few hours, and I didn’t do too badly, according to Carlisle and Esme. I finally knew why Edward enjoyed running so much. He could just let go. I honestly didn’t know how I wanted him to earn my forgiveness. He hadn’t gone on the hunting trip with us. When we got back to the house, he was at the piano. It started out as something I vaguely remembered but couldn’t place, and then it turned sad and pained before resuming the familiar melody from the beginning. He played the piece over and over again with an expression of extreme concentration.

“It’s a sign of internal conflict; his playing. I’m not surprised that your lullaby is a part of it.” Esme was looking toward the house. Of course, the familiar melody was my lullaby. He had composed it for me. I vaguely remember the nights he sang me to sleep.

“What does the change mean? Why does it turn sad and depressing?”

“When he left you, to protect you, it killed him. He wouldn’t touch the piano the entire time. He just sat in his room, doing nothing. Alice and Emmett were very angry with him. Eventually Jasper and Rose became the same way, and they stopped trying to coax him out. Carlisle and I were the only ones who would even talk to him. I agree that you shouldn’t forgive him immediately, but don’t take too long. I missed you, Bella. We all did, but Edward was the worst. I know that he left, but he truly didn’t want to.”

I thought about her words and went to sit next to Edward on the piano bench. He played my lullaby, and I had an idea. I got up.

“Jasper, will you do me a favor?”

“Of course, I will.”

“You would have felt everything Edward felt when you were around him, right?”

“Yes, it wasn’t pleasant nor something I enjoy remembering. He bought it upon himself though. It was his fault he felt that way, and he deserved it.”

“Show me.”

The music from the piano stopped and Edward was between us in a second.

“Don’t! I’ve done enough as it is! Don’t make her go through that!” Edward was begging, but Jasper ignored him.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, I’m sure. Show me.” My voice was calm. Edward growled at whatever he was hearing in Jasper’s thoughts.


Jasper closed his eyes, and I felt the pain pierce through me like a dagger. It surrounded me, swallowed me whole, and held me under until I was drowning in misery. I could see that he had been in as much pain as I had.

“I’m warning you Jasper. Stop that NOW!”

“I’ve found out what I needed to know.”

I felt the pain recede followed by a calming happiness.

“Thank you, Jasper. I was curious about that. Edward, let’s go for a walk.”

We ran far enough that we were out of earshot before slowing to a walk and talking.

“Why did you ask Jasper to do that?”

“I needed to know if you had hurt as badly as I had. Esme told me about what your playing meant. I just want you to know that the next time you decide to do something stupid in a misguided attempt to protect me, you need to ask Alice first to see if it will work or not. If she says it won’t work, don’t do it. You should have known that leaving wouldn’t help anything at all. I love you. How could I possibly be better of with the core of my existence gone? Seriously, I was under the impression that you were intelligent. Now, you have a lot to make up for, and you can start by kissing me again. As I said, I’ve been deprived for far too long.”

His lips met mine. We kissed for what seemed like forever and I could read everything in the way his lips moved with mine. He loves me. He needs me. He will never leave me, not again. I pulled back; surprised at my ability to do so.

“I forgive you, but you’re still on thin ice.”

“I’ll take what I can get.”

He kissed me again. I could sense it once more; the solemn promise that he would rather rip himself to pieces than leave me again. I couldn’t deny that I wanted to forgive him. I couldn’t ignore the feeling of being whole that I had been missing for all those months. Feeling his arms around me and his lips on mine was wonderful. I pulled myself up to where my legs were around his waist and deepened the kiss. All of the sudden my back was up against a tree. His lips trailed down my neck.

“Please, just let me do it. Let me show you how much I love you. Let me prove it to you in a way that you will never be able to doubt. Let me love you every way I can. Please, Bella let me make love to you.”

His words cemented the decision in my mind. I tore his shirt off. Within a fraction of a second my back was to the ground and he was on top of me. He took less time ripping my clothes off than I had on just his shirt. He took care of the rest of his clothing too, and brought his lips back to mine. His hands traveled up and down my body as my hands moved all over him. We made love again and again on the floor of the dense forest. There was no doubt in my mind of what was going to happen next. He was forgiven. He was so much more than forgiven. His kiss had lightly relayed the message that he wouldn’t leave me again, but this was so different. Every touch, every kiss, every caressing motion demonstrated an unconditional, everlasting love. I lost all track of time.

Alice’s POV

Esme was worried. Edward and Bella had been gone for almost twenty-four hours. She hadn’t asked me yet, so I said nothing. She walked up to me. This was it.

“Alice, are they all right? Did something happen? Did Bella decide to kill Edward after all? No, of course she didn’t. She wouldn’t do that. I can’t believe I thought that. I’m just so worried. They’ve been gone for so long. I hope nothing happened to them.”

“They’re absolutely fine, Esme. Bella did not decide to kill Edward. She forgave him. I still can’t see when they’ll be home though. She picked an addictive method of forgiveness that neither of them have any experience with but no problem practicing.”

Emmett started laughing.

“Well, at least we know he won’t be depressed when he gets back!!!”

“Great! I’m going to have to deal with that! I wonder what will be worse; Depressed Edward or Horny Edward. Hmm… this could be bad either way. At least they’ll be happy and give me a break from darkness and pain.”

I sighed. They had decided to come back. I looked to see the path they would take and left them some clothes about five miles from the house. When they got back, Emmett looked at Edward and began taunting him with his thoughts.

“Emmett, you can think or say whatever you like. I don’t care. Everyone gets to have their own opinion. Some people’s opinions differ from others. Our opinions don’t coincide. Leave me alone about it.”

“I think we’re going to have more problems with Horny Edward; don’t you, Jasper?”

“You might, but I won’t. Depressed Edward was definitely worse.”

“Would it kill you to use more appropriate terminology?” Carlisle looked at them reproachfully.

“Sorry. How about Former Edward and Current Edward? Former equals Depressed; Current equals Horny!”

“Emmett, get your mind out of the gutter! By the way, Former Edward was worse! Edward and Bella couldn’t possibly be as bad as you and Rosalie were. I’m sure that Jasper is glad that he and Alice hadn’t found us yet.”

“Carlisle has a point. You two ran off for an entire week the first time. I’m not pushing my luck, though. It’s bound to have been stretched to the breaking point already.”

Bella's POV

I thought about his words, but I hadn't decided what I was going to do yet. Time would tell, and, goodness knows, we had plenty of it ahead of us. Someday I would forgive him, but the wounds on my heart wouldn't heal nearly as quick as the ones on my skin had. There was no venom in the world that could mend a broken heart. Even though I loved Edward with all of my heart, I still needed to heal. With eternity ahead of us, I figured that it would take at least six months; maybe a year!!! He'd just have to stay on his toes, and love me as much as claimed to while I thought about it!!!