Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ I Do Love You ❯ Alice ( Chapter 2 )

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Chapter Two - Alice

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Bella Swan's Point of View

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“Who are you?” I demanded once I was over the shock that had flooded my system. The other question that I wanted to ask bubbled in my throat, just waiting to be released, but I held back to allow her to speak.

“Alice Cullen. Now come on,” she said, moving towards me. I backed up.

“Where are you going to take me?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at her when I saw her do the same to me.

“There isn't time to explain. We have to go, now hurry your ass up,” she all but growled at me. She moved towards me again, but stopped when she saw me back away from her again until I hit the wall.

“I am not going anywhere with you until you tell me where we are going,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest and setting a look of stubbornness onto my face. Alice sighed.

“You're coming with me because I am to take you to meet your new, soon-to-be husband,” she smiled at me, showing all of her teeth, which - like the rest of her -were pearl white, and perfectly straight. It made me feel a little cautious, like she was a predator and I was her prey.

“Edward wants to see you as soon as possible, so lets get going.”

She walked over to me and grabbed my arm. She began pulling me towards my office door, but I didn't move. I was too confused to move. What did this little pixie mean my `new, soon-to-be husband'? I wasn't getting married, nor was I planning on it any time soon. In truth, I didn't even want to get married. I mean, it wasn't anywhere in the plans that I had made when I was younger.

Alice didn't seem to notice my inner struggle as she gave me another tug. I still didn't move, though I did start to focus a bit more on my surroundings and not the thoughts in my head when I heard her growl under her breath. She let go of my arm as she turned back towards the door.

“Pug?” she said in a clear voice towards the door. My eyes snapped from her figure to the big, tall man that walked into the room. I felt my mouth drip at the rather cold expression on his face.

“Bella here won't move. Can you pick her up, please?” Alice asked, tilting her head in a way that I would have considered sweet if she hadn't been asking Mr. Cold-Giant to help kidnap me. I bit my lip as I realized that I wasn't really being given a choice in the matter at hand. Alice was determined to get me to her brother, this Edward guy.

The man, Pug, moved towards me after nodding to Alice.

“Whoa there, Pug,” I quickly said, backing up once more as I held my hands up. He stopped as Alice turned back towards me, a curious expression on her face. I knew that I wouldn't be getting away from them, but I refused to make it seem as if I had no dignity by being carried by one of them to what ever they used for transportation.

“Fine, I'll go without him carrying me,” I said, forcing the words from my suddenly dry throat. For some odd reason, my words made Alice happy enough to squeal.

“Yeah! We're going to have so much fun together! We'll go shopping, to clubs, have sleepovers! Of course, that's only if Edward lets up, but I'm sure that…” she kept on going, bouncing in place. My eyes were wide as I looked at her, surprised by her sudden mood change.

We walked out of my office as she continued talking, Pug following behind us as if to make sure that I wouldn't run off. One more guy joined us as we hit near the elevator, another guy that looked like he could be pugs twin, only with darker colored skin rather than pale skin.

Once we were on the ground floor of the building, the new guy, who Alice had called Joe, led the way to a black, non-descript Caravan. Pushing me to the very back, Alice sat down in the seat in front of me while Pug and Joe got into the front seat.

Handing me a pillow and blanket, Alice said, “You might want to take a nap or something. It's going to be a long ride.” She turned to face forward, pulling an I-pod out from a pocket, and plugging in a pair of ear phones. I sighed, and laid down in the seat, not even bothering with a seat belt.

Putting the pillow under my head, and the blanket on me, I laid there as the car started moving. Sighing as I felt us starting to pick up speed, I resisted the urge to look out the window as I wondered what I had gotten myself into. I decided that I wouldn't really get any answers at that moment, seeing as Alice was rather tight-lipped about most things, and decided to take her advice. I closed my eyes, and was out within minutes.

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I was awoken by Alice's high-pitched voice, which made me remember that everything that had happened was not a dream like I had wished It to be.

“Bella, where here! Come on, wake up! You can sleep with Edward! Wake up!”

She started shaking me, increasing in speed and roughness when I still didn't get up. I groaned in displeasure before slowly blinking my eyes. The little pixie was crouched over me, her face inches from my own.

“Okay, I'm up,” I said to her. Alice - who was looking intently at my face as she shook me - smiled upon seeing my open eyes, and stopped shaking me.

“I know, now lets go,” she said, getting out of the car. I grumbled a bit as I followed her.

“Here's your new home, Bella,” Alice said. I looked up, blinking a few times to focus my eyes before I felt my mouth drop. `My new home' was apparently not a house, but a mansion, a big white one. It was huge; I think it would be bigger than the white house if you compared them side by side. This was were I was expected to live. If I was actually planning on going through with this marriage, I could easily get used to it…in a few years.

“Come on, Bella! Edward is waiting!” Alice said. I snapped my mouth closed again at the sound of her voice. I suddenly felt very nervous. Of course, I figured that had a good reason to be. After all, I know that the man said he was `the most powerful man in the world', but saying and seeing is something extremely different, and - just by his house alone - I could tell that he was indeed powerful…maybe not the most powerful man in the world, but powerful.

“Bella, come on,” I heard Alice whine. I snapped out of my thought to discover that Alice was near the door, looking at me with an impatient look on her face. I blinked a few times before I began walking over to her, going up the marble steps that led to a huge dark wood door. It had silver handles in the middle, telling me that it was most likely a double door opening. Both of the doors had old-fashion knockers in the shape of lions that were at eye level. I was tempted to touch one of them, just to see if they were decoration, or if they really worked.

However, before I could, the door that Alice was standing in front of opened. A man appeared, standing next to the door. He was an older man, with a wrinkled face and white hair. He was about two inches shorter than me, but an inch taller than Alice. He had a kind smile on his face as he greeted the both of us.

“Ms. Cullen, welcome back. Ms. Swan, welcome to your new home. We've been expecting you,” he said. I tensed lightly at that. I wondered just how many people knew about me, and how many of them had been watching me as well. It was a rather discerning thing to discover that you had been stalked, even more so when your told that your supposed to marry the person who had you stalked.

Alice grabbed my arm as she said, “Thank you, Henry.”

She led me inside, and fought to keep my mouth from dropping again. The entrance hallway was huge, and beautifully decorated. There was also a grand staircase in front of me that led who knows where. I could see doorways behind the staircase, and along both walls.

Alice led us into what I believed was the parlor. I knew that I was unsuccessful in keeping my mouth shut as I felt it drop open yet again. I could also feel my eyes widening as I took the room in. It was one of the biggest rooms that I had ever seen. I was positive that my whole house could fit in it, twice if I was truthful.

I looked around, admiring the art on the wall. Soon, however, my eyes came to realize that another person was in the room with us. It was another man. I focused on him and took in his features.

Fucking hell, there's a god living on Earth were my first thoughts as my eyes took in his bronze hair, pale skin. And vivid green eyes. He was tall, about 6'5, and muscular, though not overly so. He had a confident aura around him, and - when he caught sight of me - his full, sensual-looking mouth curved up into a lopsided smile, making my heart skip a few beats.

I stood there, wondering who this god was when he spoke, his voice musical yet sounding like velvet.

“Hello, Isabella. I'm Edward Cullen, your soon-to-be husband.”

It took several seconds for those words to compute through my brain, as he had turned it into mush when he had smiled, but it immediately returned to normal as I felt like I had been doused in ice water.