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A White Wedding

Summary:
Edward and Bella are getting married. It will be an unusual wedding, what with there being a family of vampires present. But in every other way it will be just like a normal wedding. Except most other weddings don't include insane gatecrashing vampires


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2. Chapter 2

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CHAPTER TWO

At exactly 7:00am on February the 13th, I left Charlie’s house for the last time and headed for my doomed destiny.

Okay, maybe that was a little overdramatic. But my nerves were killing me, and it was only the day before the wedding. What was I going to be like tommorow? Maybe I would be shaking so much I wouldn't be able to walk? That idea strangely appealed to me; I couldn't walk down the aisle then. Unfortunately, I just couldn't rule out that he wouldn't be willing to drag me. I certainly wouldn't put it past him.

I had a made myself a list of things to do that morning. Some were pleasant, like having a dress made by Esme. Others - involving overexcited Alice mostly - were not so pleasant.

First, I had to pick up my something blue.

Angela Webber was totally unique in my webbing, as she would be the only human in the whole world who knew I was getting married tommorow. Since Edward was so dead set on me having a lot of human experiences, he had decided I should have a human friend there, someone to cheer me along who wasn't cold and statue-like. I had said no, but the backstabber had told her about the wedding behind my back.

Thankfully, Angela was ridiculously good natured about the whole thing. She hadn't kicked up the fuss that Jessica or Lauren would have, and she actually believed my policy of no fuss - she was the only person who did. Angela had bought an off-the-rack dress from a sale in Port Angeles, she had sworn to tell no-one, and she agreed to make no speeches, which I knew Alice was already planning. Compared to my future in-laws, she was a breath of fresh air from the wedding fever.

"It's gorgeous, Angela," I beamed when I saw the simple blue dress hung on the back of the door.

"Not too fussy for you?" she asked, teasing.

I smiled. "Yes, but would you have worn anything more fussy than that?"

"I suppose not," she agreed. "You know me too well, Bella."

I sat on the foot of her small bed and looked around the equally small bedroom. It was a pastel blue colour with a cream carpet, white curtains and bedclothes. There were photographs of her extensive family pinned all over the walls. From Ben, there was little teddy bear holding a red heart that said 'I love you'. It was so cute and cheesy I smiled.

Angela saw me looking at it and blused prettily. "It was an early Valentine present."

"You guys are pretty serious."

"Yeah, well, not nearly as serious as you and Edward," she wandered over to the tiny dressing table in the corner. Picking up her jewellry box, she began to rummage through it. "A Valentine's Day wedding should be really romantic, though."

I grunted. She chuckled.

"So, what's my something blue?" I asked eventually.

Angela pulled something out of the jewellry box. Setting the homemade box carefully on the table, she crossed the short distance of the floor and sat beside the bed. She held out her hand.

In the palm of her hand was a small blue gem. It was no bigger than a my fingertip, but the heart-shaped sapphire sparkled beautifully in the light.

"Wow," I excalimed, picking the tiny gem up carefully between my thumb and forefinger. "It's beautiful, Ange."

"My grandmother gave it to me years ago. It's been gathering dust ever since."

I looked up, biting my lip. "I can't take this."

"Of course you can," she smiled gently. "It's the only thing I can think of for a wedding present - most people get kitchen stuff, but you two aren't moving in together."

The shrill ring of the phone downstairs saved us both from teary awkwardness. Angela hurried out of the room with an apologetic smile which looked slightly releived at the same time. I felt kind of sorry for quiet little Angela. She was sweet and shy, not needing to fill every silence like some of my other friends. If I had to choose anyone human to break down in front of, then it would be her every time. I realised, however, that we had never expressed any real emotion around each other before, not tears or real sadness.

I busied myself while I listened to the muffled speaking downstairs. She had left the bedroom door open, so I could hear parts of the conversation, but not enough to make any sense of it. Unclipping the gold chain Phil - my stepfather - had given me for my eighteenth birthday - a day that hadn't been too happy for many reasons besides me turning a year older than Edward. On the chain, Elizabeth's ring sparkled in the light pouring in from the open window.

Gently, I threaded the end of the chain through the loop on the sapphire. For a second, I stared at the two jewels in astonishment. I had gone from never owning any jewellry to owning two very beautiful peices that I could show no-one. An engagement ring was somewhat suspicious, and Angela had no reason to give me such a present.

I looked when Angela reappered. I was about to smile a warm welcome but I saw her worried frown - Angela was never usually worried.

"Jacob is on the phone, Bella," she whispered.

I froze. Jacob. What was he doing phoning me? He had said he would never speak to me again because the whole deadly enemy thing. I'd tried to phone him, talk to him. Had something changed? Please, God, let it be good.

"Jacob?" I asked, breathless. "What does he want."


"I don't know. But he sounded angry, Bella. I think you should ask him that yourself."

She didn't have to say it again. I leapt off the bed and dashed down the stairs so fast it was a miracle I didn't fall and injure myself. I wrenched the phone off the cradle and put it to my ear.

"Jake!" I gasped.

"Hey, Bella," came his so familiar voice. Just hearing made me so happy I didn't hear the tension in it.

"Jacob, it's so good to hear your voice. You wouldn't believe how much I've missed you-"

"Stop, Bella," Jacob demanded.

I went silent immediately, scowling in confusion. Jake was never demanding. "Jacob, what's up? You sound angry."

"I am," he whispered, almost as if he was trying to make the anger even more prominent in his husky voice. "I know about the wedding - Edward asked me to come."

I gaped. "He did what! I made him promise! That backstabing little -"

"Bella," he interrupted me again. "Bella, that really isn't the most pressing concern at the moment." His voice had turned worried, almost fearful. "The bloodsuckers don't know yet. I'm telling you first, just in case you know anything."

"Jacob, you're making me nervous. What is it?" I gripped the phone tightly. "What don't the Cullen's know?"

There was a tired sound on the other end of the phone. It sounded as though Jake had taken a deep breath to calm himself.

"Bella, Sam detected something on patrol last night - an unfamiliar scent. There are vampires in Forks, Bella, and we don't know who they are..."