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Nightshade - Waking Nightmare

Chapter Thirteen/ Forty-One is out.

A new score of vampires threatens life as Bella knows it. Responsible for gruesome murders and missing children, they are now roaming the northwest portion of the United States. The decision had come, to change Bella or not to change Bella? Either way, the small Cullen family does not seem to have a chance at protecting Forks with Emma on the fritz, even if they have help from your friendly neighborhood werewolvesr;  All of this belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I am just playing with it. Incase you have not figured it out yet, this is the sequel to Nightshade.

Everything is ready for Bella to be changed into a vampire. She has made all of her cuts from society and has begun to emotinally withdrawl from her familiy. Then, as the Cullen family hunts one last time before the fateful day, a friend from Bella's past shows up. To her, Bella is Izzie and Izzie is the only one that can help her.

All of this belongs to the beautiful Stephanie Meyer. She made up Twilight. We all her a debt of gratitude. Yea!

Be happy that I don't own this. Or sad. If I did, Bella would already be a vampire. But, she's not. Darn.

24. Chapter 24 - Wedding Bells Are Ringing

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Chapter Twenty-Four - Wedding Bells are Ringing.

“Esme, you look so beautiful!” Alice cried.

It was the day that Esme and Carlisle were renewing their wedding vows. Esme was wearing a white, strapless gown. It had a beaded top, almost like a corset but not quite. From there, a large, flowing layer of sheer lace flew down. It was scarcely beaded in the same patterns as on the bodice. She was wearing a veil that covered the crown of her head and fell back down to the floor along with a gorgeous barrette. Her curls were pinned back and fell down around her shoulders in large ringlets. She wore heels that were outrageously tall and intricate. Her dress and train was long enough to wear it still drug on the floor.

“You do,” I smiled at her.

We were all in pale blue dresses. We were her bridesmaids. Our dresses were identical. They too were strapless. It had a tight bodice that flared out into a several into several layers then turned out to be just one. It was beautiful. We had black stilettos. I prayed that I would not fall.

“Are you nervous?” Emma asked.

“You think that I wouldn’t be. But, I am. I know that I love Carlisle even more since the last time I walked down the isle. But, we did not have quite the audience that we do this time.” Esme breathed.

“You will do wonderful, Esme. We all will,” Alice reassured her.

Esme gave her an uncertain grin. Somebody knocked on the door. I opened it. It was Charlie.

“We will be starting in five minutes, Esme.” He grinned, “You look beautiful,”

She gave him a vampire blush, “Thank you.”

“We are ready in here, Charlie.” Alice smiled.

Charlie nodded. “Good luck. And Bella, don’t fall.”

I blushed, “I won’t, Dad. Go sit down.”

“Yes ma’am.” Charlie left.

“You ready?” Emma asked Esme.

She shook her head, “No.”

“Excellent. Come on.”

We left the room and filed down the hallway in single line order. Emma was going to be first. She still had to have her arm bandaged up. Esme asked her if she would feel better is everybody wore gloves and a shawl. Emma said that Esme had pictured it without the shawls and gloves. That was how it should be done. Alice whole heartedly agreed. Because half the bridesmaids were walking down the isle in bandages, Emmett had joked that Rosalie and I should each wrap up one of our arms. That had earned him a good and hard beating from Rosalie as well as not being on speaking terms with any of the females of the family for the next three days.

The music started. Emma took a step down the isle. She was a little over half way up when I followed. I walked confidently on my heels. We had practiced and practiced. I was actually a little comfortable in them. Edward smiled at me. He took my breath away.

The groomsmen were Emmett, Jasper and Eleazar, from the Denali coven. Yes, the Denalis were invited. Edward was Carlisle’s man of honor.

I grinned and made it to the front of the isle to stand beside Emma. Alice came next. Rosalie was Esme’s maid of honor. The preacher, Angela Webber’s father, started the ceremony. I should have paid attention. I should have listened. All I could think about was what it would be like when it was Edward and I.

The wedding was over. It was beautiful. Before I knew it, Emmett was escorting me down the isle to the reception. Esme was beaming.

I was so happy for her.

We rode to the reception in our separate cars. Ever since we returned, the two apparent new Cullens who were obviously not Cullens was the talk of the town. Edward drove his Volvo. I rode beside him, the soon to be Mrs. Edward Cullen. When he heard the news, Mike’s eyes had watered up. I almost laughed at Edward’s immitation of his tears.

The wedding reception was taking place at the club house in Port Angeles. It was the only place big enough. All of Carlisle coworkers had been invited as well as several hundred of his grateful patients and just about every one in town. Brian Seaton was there. His father was good friends with Carlisle.

“Hi there,” he smiled at Emma. She grinned and I took my leave.

“I heard that you were in a car accident in Georgia,” Brian looked down at her arm.

“I was,” Emma went along with our cover story for all of our outward injuries.

“That explains why you never returned my calls,” he said glumly.

“I am sorry about that Brian. I was in a coma for two weeks down in Georgia. It was not like could exactly talk.” she said.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were going down?” he asked.

“I did not know. The Cullens invited me at the last minute and I said yes. I did not know that I had to run it by you to see if it was okay.” she retorted with a little bit of heat.

“You didn’t. Or don’t, I suppose,” Brian grinned, “I was just worried about you. That is all,”

Emma smiled, “You should not have been. But, thanks, any way.”

“I don’t suppose that you would give me the honor of having the first dance in a little bit.” Brian asked.

“You know that I am going to say yes,” she smacked his arm playfully with her good arm.

“It makes a guy happy to hear it,” he leaned foreword to kiss her.

Emma turned her head to where his lips brushed her icy cheek. “Brian, I am sorry. I just lost someone very close to me. I thought that I was ready to move on, but I guess that I am not after all.”

Brian furrowed his eye brows. “Who?”

“My fiancee.” she answered. “I thought that I could move on, this summer. But, I went back home recently and, I’m not ready to move on yet. I am sorry.”

She turned to leave but Brian caught her arm. He kissed her forehead. “Don’t be. We can work through this together.”

“Really?” Emma’s eyes shone bright.

“Really,” Brian hugged her.

From beside Edward, I smiled. “I am glad that that looks like it will turn out fine.”

“It won’t,” Edward told me.

“What do you mean?”

“His thoughts are quite clear. Brian sees Emma as a trophy wife. He thinks of her ambition to be a massage therapist and help others is mediocre. He sees her more like a piece of meat than as a person.” he said.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

He nodded, “Positive.”

“I need to tell Emma,” I tried to move but Edward caught my hands.

“Emma is a smart girl. She can figure it out herself. She already suspects something is afoot,” my angel reassured me.

“If you say so,” I grimaced, unsure.

“Attention, we will be serving food now that the wedding party has arrived. Let the bride and groom sit down. Your food will be brought to you. The wedding party may be the first for the buffet!” an attendant announced from the microphone.

The complete vampire wedding party, save for me, had no need for food. They filed in the line, still. Every body took tiny helpings. There was so much food! Chicken, beef, two types of salad, a seafood dish, eight different fruits, six different vegetables, green beans, mashed potatoes, shrimp scampi and rolls. It was a wedding feast.

Edward loaded up my plate and barely put food on his. I smiled as we linked arms and went back to the table. The others soon joined us.

“It was a lovely ceremony, Esme,” Rosalie said.

“Thank you.” Esme smiled.

“We did good, hun,” Carlisle kissed Esme.

“Roooom!” Emmett cajoled. “OW!”

Rosalie smacked him good and hard.

“Thank you, Rose,” Carlisle told his daughter.

“You are welcome. Behave, Emmett.” Rosalie ordered her husband.

“Yes ma’am.” he muttered.

“Whipped,” Jasper and Edward said at exact same time.

“Well, aren’t you both “whipped” as well?” Emma pointed out.

Their smirks fell.

“That’s what I thought,” she smiled in triumph. Alice laughed merrily beside her. They started to lowly snicker back and forth. I could tell that Edward and Jasper were trying to listen but could faintly hear them. Edward finally resorted to his mind reading while he talked to me. I know because of his occasional grimmace.

The servers came and cleared the plates away. Next, Edward and Rosalie gave their speeches. Both reminisced on how Carlisle and Esme had opened up their homes to them during their times of need. They were eternally grateful that they were blessed with parents like them.

Esme and Carlisle cut their massive cake. While guests helped them to the delicious cake, the dance floor opened up. Carlisle lead his blushing bride out onto the floor. The song Happy Days Are Here Again, their song from way back in the thirties, came on. Carlisle and Esme danced beautifully to it. After that, the dance floor was opened up to everyone.

Brian claimed Emma for the first open dance. They spun and twirled, matching each other’s skill level and moves perfectly. They were so beautiful together. It was a shame that he only saw her as a trophy wife. I knew, at least, that Emma was safe from that. I now hated Brian with a passion because of it.

An hour into the festivities, Emma walked up to the mike. She smiled. “A little while back, Esme told me that she wanted me to write her a song. It only seems fitting that a song about her and Carlisle’s love should be first heard on this momentous day, the day where they declared again their love for each other, for all eternity.”

Edward dropped my hands and walked over to the piano. I grinned and stepped into Charlie’s arms. We could dance this one song together. The DJ played a recorded set of guitar and a beat. Edward’s fingers filled the room with the piano’s music. Emma took a gentle breath and began to sing.

“I cannot help it I couldn't stop it if I tried
The same old heartbeat fills the emptiness I have inside
And I've heard that you can't fight love, so I won't complain
'Cause why would I stop the fire that keeps me going on?

“'Cause when there's you, I feel whole
And there's no better feeling in the world
But without you I'm alone
And I'd rather be in love with you

“Turn out the lights now
To see is to believe
I just want you near me
I just want you here with me
And I'd give up everything only for you
It's the least that I could do

“'Cause when there's you, I feel whole
And there's no better feeling in the world
But without you I'm alone
And I'd rather be in love with you

“And I feel you holding me

“Why are we afraid to be in love?
To be loved
I can't explain it
I know it's tough to be loved

“And I feel you holding me

“Oh, oh
And when there's you, I feel whole
And there's no better feeling in the world
But without you I'm alone

“And I'd rather be in love
Yes, I'd rather be in love
Oh, I'd rather be in love with you

“And I feel you holding me, oh”

She smiled when she as finished and left the microphone before anyone could applaud her. I did, silently. She was determined to not take away what so ever from Esme and Carlisle.

Esme rushed over to her newest daughter. “That was beautiful, Emma. Thank you so much.”

Carlisle hugged her after his wife did, “Thank you.”

“It was nothing. I am just glad that I could be here to celebrate this with you.”

“Seventy- seven years,” Esme breathed.

“Congrats,” Emma said before leaving them to their own musings.

Soon after that, Esme tossed her bouquet. The entire town did not know that Alice and Rosalie were married so they were ushered out onto the floor along with Emma, I, Angela, Jessica, Lauren and a whole gaggle of girls that I did not know. Esme turned her back and tossed it.

Esme threw it. The bouquet of white roses flew through the air. It sailed through the air. And landed directly in my open hands.

Carlisle laughed loudly and I turned bright red. Charlie’s mouth fell open and I saw Emmett elbow Edward. Next, was the garter toss. Carlisle took the garter from Esme’s hose-clad leg and shot it with his eyes close. Edward reached up and caught it.

Charlie looked like he was about to faint. Carlisle and Esme’s mouths were both open. Edward and I met eyes. Fate was seriously trying to tell us something.