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Master of Ceremonies

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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!
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6. Chapter 6

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BPOV

I didn’t get up from my spot on the floor. I was devastated that another choice was taken from me; that I had no choice and that the clock was about to run out on my humanity. No matter how it looked at it, I would not come out of this alive-or at least with a beating heart. My life was going to be sacrificed so that others, many others that I cared about and loved, would be able to live…er, exist. And that was all I could think about in that moment and it infuriated me. I was pissed that my life was so interconnected and interwoven into theirs that I could cost them their life. It wasn’t right.

I pushed myself up off the ground and grabbed a pillow off the bed and chucked it at the wall. It felt good, but not good enough. So next came one of the books off the nightstand, then another, then the screams of frustration and anger, with tears intermingling in it all. There was a knock at the door.

“GO AWAY!”

“Baby sis, just peek. I promise it will make you feel better if you use it.”

“Emmett, if you think,” I sneered as I swung open the door, “that you in a leotard it going to make me feel bet--,” I stopped when I saw it. I was staring at a large red punching bag jerry-rigged onto a pole on plastic casters. Something, very quickly, moved me out of the way, pushed the punching bag into the center of my room, and shut the door. “Thank you big brother,” I whispered.

I walked over to the bag and kicked it, hard. It swung slightly and it didn’t hurt me, or the house, so I decided to try it again. I kicked it two more times then punched it three times with each fist. I beat on that bag for forty-five minutes. I grunted with each kick and screamed with each punch. My Kung Fu may not have been very strong, but I felt better after that beating. Actually, I felt exhausted. Between the tears dried and crusted to my face, my soaked shirt, the raw, sore throat from screaming and grunting, and the kicks and punches, I was drained in all facets possible.

After deciding to lie down, I changed my shirt and wrote a letter to Edward that I could tape outside my door.

Edward,

I love you very much, but I need my space tonight. I just have to have this night alone. I know you’ll understand. Please give me my time tonight. When I need you, I know you’ll hear me call for you. Stay close, just in case. I love you.

Love, Bella

I took a piece of tape and the note and put them on the other side of my door. I slipped under the covers and pulled them up to my chin as my head rested on my pillow. It may have only been around dinner time, but I felt like I wanted, no had, to sleep for hours.

I woke up many hours later to a new moon shining through the window blinds and curtains. My room was illuminated with dark shadows. In the corner, someone was standing very still in the corner. I couldn’t see their face, but I could see their hands: white, pale, and very ashy like chalk. Seconds later I could make out two almond shaped circles with white circles outlining them. There was a dark, small circle in the center and a lighter color encasing the dark circle. The shadow person moved into the light and I shot up. Red, his eyes were bright, crimson red.

“Greetings, Bella. It’s nice to finally meet you,” his voice was sweetly sinister.

“EDWARD! No, no, no, no, no! EDWARD!” Where was he? I needed him and I needed him now.

“Oh, don’t worry about him, Bella. You know too much and he can’t save you now.”

“Oh, God no, please don’t. I didn’t do anything. I didn’t say anything. I swear no one will ever know.” Suddenly this creature with long black hair was standing next to my bed with his teeth bared. “Edward! Please, help me!”

“Bella! Bella!” I heard his voice calling me, but it was so distant so faint. “Bella! “Bella!”

The creature’s hands were holding my shoulders down on my bed. It was like there was a Mack truck resting on me. He moved in closer.

“Bella! Bella!” His voice was getting louder. Where was he?

“It’s too late for you Bella. I hope you enjoy the afterlife,” whispered the creature into my ear as he inched in closer to me. I closed my eyes and waited for the pain, the bite, but it never came. My eyes popped open looking for a reason why it didn’t happen, looking for my Edward and I found him.

“Where did it-he go? What happened? Did you kill it?”

“Bella, calm down,” he instructed as I was trying to push my way up into a sitting position on the bed and frantically looked around the room.

“Where is it Edward? He was about to bite me, I was so scared,” I curled up into his arms and he wrapped them around me securely.

“Shh, love, it was a dream. It was just a dream.”

My whole body was shaking and drenched in sweat. “But it was so real. He was standing over there in that corner. He had red eyes and he was going to kill me or turn me, I don’t know.”

“What did he look like?”

“He was very ashen and pale and had long black hair. He looked like he was like forty, but seemed so much older.”

“It will be ok, I promise. No one will ever get that close to you, again. Do you hear me? No one.”

I shook my head acknowledging his question.

“You are soaked with sweat. Let me run you a bath.” He was gone from around me and back in a matter of seconds and I could faintly hear the water running.

I was still shaking as he picked me up and carried me into the bathroom. He sat me on the counter and I made no motions to indicate that I was going to move.

“May I,” he cautiously asked. I looked at him doe-eyed and nodded once. I couldn’t speak. There was just too much happening at once between the wedding, classes, the Volturi, the change, and the dream. I was surprised I did not have a psychotic breakdown right there. My head just could not wrap around all of it.

Edward looked at me instead of what he was doing, or at my body, as he pulled my shirt above my head and tossed it over toward the hamper. He effortlessly unhooked my bra and slipped it off my arms. He put one arm around my waist and lifted me up off the counter to take off my pajama bottoms and my panties. His eyes never left mine. He put his other arm under my knees and walked me over to the tub.

Very gently he set me down in it while the water level continued to rise above my knees. He was gone momentarily and returned with a washcloth and a small container. He turned off the water after the tub was three-quarters full and kneeled next to the tub. He filled the container with water and let it run over my hair careful not to get it into my eyes. He poured a dollop of the rose shampoo into his hands and gently massaged it into my hair. He poured the water over my head again, keeping the same caution as before.

Next was the conditioner. He left the conditioner on my hair and wet the washcloth in my bathwater. He poured the bodywash on it and soaped it up then gently began to glide it over my body leaving a soapy trail. His hands trailed down my body to my stomach then to my thighs and my calves and lastly my feet. He draped the washcloth over the side of the bathtub and moved his way up my legs with his hands, beginning with my feet. He gently rubbed and kneaded them.

I sunk down slightly in the tub so my head would rest on the edge of the tub. I closed my eyes and just relaxed. His hands rubbed at my thighs and he kissed my knee. His hands moved further up my body to my waist as he rubbed and stroked my stomach. He pulled me slightly out of the water and kissed my belly sweetly, softly.

He sat me up and rinsed the conditioner out of my hair and stroked my back massaging it as he made a circuit up and down it. His eyes were fire as he stared into mine. He was on one knee as he put his hand on the small of my back and pulled me toward his body. He kiss started out gentle and sweet and soon turned vigorous and strong. While our lips were still locked, he pulled me out of the tub and grabbed a towel. He spread the towel out on my bed and set me on it. His hands encased my cheeks and his lips downgraded to giving tender kisses.

He pulled away from me, giving me one last lip-lock, and walked over to my dresser. He pulled a tank top and pair of cotton shorts and panties out of my drawers and walked back over to me. The panties were held out to my feet and leg by leg, he helped me put them on by sliding them up by legs and onto my body. He repeated the same process with the shorts. He took the tank top and slid it over my head and down my body until I was decently dressed again.

He grabbed the towel that once sat under my body and was now hanging on the foot of my bed and wrapped it around my head. He walked back into the bathroom and returned with a brush. He sat at the head of my bed and pulled be back into his body. He swiped the towel off my head and ran his fingers through my hair before he started to brush it. Each stroke was soft and gentle. I could feel his cold body get closer to mine as he would sneak a whiff of my hair before resuming the brushing.

When my hair was straight, detangled and partially dry, Edward used one of the blankets on my bed as a cocoon then pulled me back into his body. When his arms were safely around me, I closed my eyes to hear the faint humming of safety and familiarity.

I slept soundly the rest of that night and awoke to Edward still wrapped around me and in the same position I had fallen asleep in. I didn’t want to get up and have to face everyone, especially after my temper tantrum yesterday and my dream last night. I was embarrassed at my actions. Part of me knew that they would make all attempts to soothe me, but that wouldn’t erase my humiliation.

Edward coaxed me out of bed, bad breath and all, and we went down stairs. No one mentioned last night or my reaction yesterday. We went on as if it was a regular day, but not ignoring what happened. The essence of Alice’s vision still hung stagnant in the air as did my reaction.

Alice later said she tried making decisions all night that would alter the future, but no matter what version she tried, each had the same result. I knew we couldn’t leave without the action being ultimately taken as an act of war with the Volturi. So we were left with one choice: to follow Alice’s original vision to a “T”. It was the only way to ensure that things went the way we wanted. It was the only way to guarantee me time. Not much, but enough for me to make my parents proud and say goodbye. Goodbye forever.