This is my version of New Moon from Alice's point of view. I hope you like it!! disclaimer: unfortunately, i don't own anything. *sigh* all characters/plot/awesomeness are stephenie's. cuz she's WAYY awesomer than i am :D i did use the dialogue that she wrote, though, so that's hers. except for when Bella's not around. thats what i wrote.
2. House of Cards
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The afternoon passed, and we put the finishing touches on the decorations. Finally, I heard a car approaching. We all gathered in the entryway, waiting. Jasper frowned as they got closer to the house. I squeezed his hand.
He shook his head. “No, but don't bring up the subject of Bella's humanity. Edward's in one of those moods.”
I smiled. My brother would have to get over that someday. I heard him laughing just then, and Edward opened the door for Bella. We all yelled “Happy birthday, Bella!” as she walked into the living room. She blushed, and looked around at the decorations, grimacing. Obviously she hadn't expected anything this big for her birthday. Carlisle and Esme greeted her first, calmly and relaxed, then Emmett and Rose. Emmett was his usual boisterous self, teasing Bella playfully. Rose, well, at least she wasn't glaring or showing visible anger towards Bella.
“I have to step out for a second,” Emmett told Bella, winking at me noticeably. I'd advised Jazz, Rose, and Emmett to install the stereo in her truck before she opened the box, so she couldn't take it back. “Don't do anything funny while I'm gone,” he continued.
“I'll try,” promised Bella.
I let go of Jasper's hand to half-hug Bella. Jazz smiled at her, keeping a safe distance away from her. He was taking precautions tonight; he'd been hunting nearly all day, and he didn't plan on being less than five feet from Bella at any given time during the party. I knew he liked Bella, and she seemed to know that his distance was only for her protection, and nothing personally against her. I led Bella up to the table filled with presents.
“Time to open presents!” I grinned at her.
Bella had a martyred expression on her face. “Alice, I know I told you I didn't want anything-”
“But I didn't listen,” I interrupted her. “Open it.” I took her camera and shoved a present into her hands. She did, giving me a death glare. Bella stared at the unwrapped box, trying to puzzle it out. She opened it, only to find that it was empty.
Jasper laughed, and Rose smiled. This was progress. “It's a stereo for your truck,” Jasper informed Bella. “Emmett's installing it right now so you can't return it.”
Bella grinned. “Thanks, Jasper, Rosalie.” She turned towards the half-open door. “Thanks, Emmett!” she called loudly. Ow.
“Open mine and Edward's next,” I said, handing her a small square.
Bella turned to glare fiercely at Edward. “You promised.”
Emmett ran through the door then, interrupting whatever Edward was going to say. “Just in time!” he exulted. Everybody crowded around Edward and Bella, to get a good view of her reaction.
“I didn't spend a dime,” Edward told her, playing with a strand of her hair.
Bella closed her eyes and held her hand out. “Give it to me.” Rolling her now-open eyes at Edward, she stuck her finger under the edge of the paper, and yanked it under the tape. We all smelled the blood before we saw it.
“NO!” Edward roared.
I grabbed Jasper's arm, trying to hold him back, but he shook me off. Snarling, he ran at Edward, who had taken up a defensive crouch in front of Bella. Emmett seized Jasper, holding him prisoner in his heavily muscled arms.
Bella had been knocked into the table, which had in turn knocked over the stack of glass plates. She looked up from where she'd fallen in the shattered glass, fear in her eyes. All of us, Carlisle excluded, were having trouble with the blood scent that now hung thickly in the air.
“Emmett, Rose, get Jasper outside,” Carlisle commanded, his eyes trained on Bella, assessing the damage done.
Emmett nodded, uncharacteristically serious. “Come on, Jasper.”
Locked in Emmett's arms of steel, Jasper struggled futilely. Esme moved to open the glass door while Rose helped Emmett wrestle Jasper out.
“I'm so sorry, Bella!” Esme cried, ashamed. She followed the three outside.
Edward was still crouched in front of Bella. She was still lying on the floor, in the glass, and her bare arms were bleeding. Her expression was self-conscious, and the pain was just beginning to touch her features.
“Let me by, Edward.” Carlisle's voice was gentle, soothing, and firm. Bella needed treatment right away. Edward deliberated for a second, and moved aside for Carlisle. Edward stood over Bella, watching Carlisle carefully as he examined her arms. I ran to the kitchen for a towel, which took all of a sixteenth of a second. I held it out.
He shook his head. “Too much glass in the wound,” he explained, making a tourniquet out of a piece of Esme's white tablecloth. I took a breath through my mouth, and stopped breathing.
“Bella, do you want me to drive you to the hospital, or would you like me to take care of it here?” Carlisle asked Bella.
“Here, please.” She sounded slightly faint.
“I'll get your bag.” Swiftly, I ran up the stairs into his office to grab his black bag, while Edward helped Carlisle move Bella to the kitchen table. I was there waiting with the bag before they got there, so I turned on a bright lamp. They lowered Bella gently onto the table, and Carlisle began to work. Edward wasn't breathing.
“Just go, Edward,” Bella sighed without much feeling.
“I can handle it,” he said, his rigid jaw betraying him.
“You don't need to be a hero,” Bella insisted. “Carlisle can fix me up without your help. Get some fresh air.”
“Why are you so masochistic?” she mumbled, a hint of frustration in her quiet voice.
Carlisle intervened. “Edward, you may as well go find Jasper before he gets too far. I'm sure he's upset with himself, and I doubt he'll listen to any but you right now.”
“Yes,” Bella agreed eagerly. “Go find Jasper.”
“You might as well do something useful,” I spoke up.
He stood there for a long moment, staring back into our eyes. Finally, he sighed and disappeared through the back doorway of the kitchen.
I stayed a little longer, watching Carlisle as he pulled the glass shards out of Bella's arm. The shards were bloody, and her arm was pulsing wet, hot, fresh blood. Finally, I gave up. The smell was too much, even when I wasn't breathing. I smiled apologetically at Bella, and ducked out of the kitchen. Edward? I thought, running outside.