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Master of Ceremonies

Please read A B.A. in B.S. prior to reading this one...it will help you quite a bit. This is the second part of a three part series. Edward and Bella have grown quite a bit since he left...to the point they got back together AFTER Edward earned Bella back and then proposed. And he did all this after they talked to Charlie! So, here comes the bride, the groom, all the wedding fanfare, and many suprises inbetween. Oh...and lots of lemony goodness too. Again, some OCC, but you'll likey. Please bear with the first 10-11 chapters as they are a buildup to a kickass twist in chapter 12! Update 8/12/11 I've just added 3 new chapters and I hope you enjoy them. There's a bunch of fun stuff starting and on it's way!!I've also added some references from one of my fav UK shows into one of the chapters. I hope I described them well enough so you know which episodes I refer to. I am loving the reviews I am getting...but I do wish there were MORE! C'mon peoples-give me a few clicks of the mouse, a few keystrokes, and maybe about twenty seconds of your time...you know you want to!


16. Chapter 16

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APOV (sometime in the future)

A young woman walked in front of a six pane window and caught a glimpse of herself and stopped. There she stood: limp, sad, and distraught. The look upon her face made it seem as though she was leaving something behind; like she was yearning for something or someone. She looked lost. I wanted to know why I was having a vision of this woman I did not recognize because I did not understand it.

She was dressed haphazardly in a pair of jeans, a pink tank top, and a long-sleeve hoodie with the hood up and a pair of very cute pink Nikes. Her cheeks were thin. She was one of us; her skin was too pale not to be. She turned around and I recognized the tree in the backyard where she stood….she was at Charlie’s. She put her hand on the door handle attached to the backdoor then took it off.

I heard her speak, “I have to go back and get them.”

Who was she, who were “them”, and what the hell was she doing at Charlie’s? ? Better yet, why in all that is Prada, was she in my vision? I could not comprehend how I managed to have a vision of this stranger.

Before the vision ended I heard her speak again, “Just a few seconds longer. A few seconds longer and we can go back and get them. All of us.”

When this vision ended, I looked at Edward who was standing at the window in the kitchen. He nodded knowing that I was going to tell him he had to take Jasper’s shift guarding Charlie tonight. We had been taking turns watching Charlie. We started it the night that…that we lost Bella.

I kept looking to see what happened with that girl or who she was, but there were decision still to be made and I could not tell who she was or what was going to happen. I started to ask Edward if he wanted to help and he shrugged me off. I knew he needed his quiet and maybe this was just something he had to do. I knew if he needed help, I would see it so I let it go.

I suddenly zoned out and had another vision. This one was of Charlie in his squad car with Edward at his side. Charlie was bawling. Edward was doing his best to console him. It’s hard to console someone when you are inconsolable.

I’m sorry, Edward. I know it’s harder for you at night.

“It’s alright Alice. I made her a promise and I intend to keep it. I will keep Charlie safe.” He ran out the backdoor to go hunt and I returned to my activity of watching our family portrait.

I had a 20”x22” copy of our last, and only, family portrait matted and framed almost immediately after she left. It hung in the center of the wall behind the couch while her photos of her and Edward’s meadow in each seasons hung two-by-two on each side of the family portrait. It was our shrine of sorts.

The whole house was: dishes she had dried after her last dinner here sat in the dish drainer, her clothes, jewelry, and books remained in the same spots in her and Edward’s bedroom. Edward couldn’t bring himself to even touch the bed. I often caught Edward smelling her shampoo in the bathroom just for a little glimmer of a reminder of her. No one sat in her spot on the couch or at the table and her books remained dog-eared and opened to the last page she had read. It was almost as if she was still here, but we all knew she wasn’t and it killed every single one of us.