This story is Alice's behind the scene view of Breaking Dawn. I took the creative liberty to start a few weeks in advance to the wedding because Alice demanded I add a few things. So take this journey with me as we explore the relationship between our beloved pixie and her talented husband Jasper as they face the challenges ahead of them. All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. All hale Steph! And I also have to give props to the band Drowning Pool for their song "37 Stitches" which gave me the inspiration for the title of my story. And Thank you, Brittainy!
My family was surrounded by happiness and love. That is until all our lives shifted with one little vision. Now we walk the thin line of a tight rope. I'm faced with my most difficult challenge I've ever dealt with in all my one hundred years of life. Running away from the love and comfort of my family and home, I have one goal in mind. I have to save my family, something that would blind sight me. I would do everything in my power to keep my family safe, even if that meant watching their hearts break in the process.
Laying on my stomach on my king sized bed, kicking my feet in the air to the beat that rang though my headphones, I flipped the to last page of my magazine. Bored with it, I tossed it over my shoulder with a sigh. I heard the soft thud of the glossy paper land on the desk across the room. I flipped over to my back in one swift, fluid movement. Staring at the white crystals, glowing in the moon light of the chandler in the center of my ceiling, making a beautiful contrast between the delicious shade of red I had recently painted on my walls. It's only been about two months or so since I started planning the most fabulous wedding that the small town of Forks has ever seen. For me it felt like such an incredibly short amount of time, maybe only days or weeks. I have put all my time and energy into making this a memory that Bella will always treasure.
Esme has enjoyed every task I asked her to help me with. No one could ever ask for a better mother. Her excitement for Bella officially becoming part of our family and also Edward finding his other half, spilled over to everyone she made contact with. She has talked to Bella's mother, Renee, almost every day and she has been wonderful. Bella's fear of the wedding did not change much once she found out her mother was not upset, but thrilled. I was starting to believe that it was not that marriage idea that she was worried about, but the attention that the wedding would bring her. I would try to get her over her fear, but if not than I would make this the best human experience of her entire life.
I remembered the first time I saw the vision when she would tell me I could have free rein -almost- on doing her wedding. I had seen her cross her arms across her chest with a stern look upon her face. She pointed her finger at me with that kitten anger when she told me she would never talk to me again if I went overboard with anything. As impatient as I was for her to tell me, I'm glad I had some time to calm down, thanks to the help of Jasper, before she got to the house. I laughed out load at the memories that came flooding back at me of that day. I could recall her words with perfect clarity.
I ran to the porch and skipped down the steps as soon as I heard Edward’s Volvo turn in the dirt driveway. I could hear Jasper just inside the door incase I got too hyper. I started to bounce on the tips of my toes as the car crept closer to the house. "Thank you, Bella!," I called cheerfully before she even reached me. It took her thirty-two steps to get to me, and it felt like ages.
"Is she walking this slow to torture me? Maybe you should carry her, Edward."
He rolled his eyes, but he cracked a smile anyway.
"Hold it, Alice," She lifted her hand, that warning look I knew came across her face. "I've got a few limitations for you," she began.
The excitement daring to bust out of me I had interrupted her. "I know, I know, I know. I only have until August thirteenth, at the latest," A part of my mind noted how soon that day crept closer and closer. "You have veto power on the guest list, and if I go overboard on anything, you'll never speak to me again."
"Oh, okay. Well, yeah. You know the rules, then."
"Don't worry, Bella, it will be perfect. Do you want to see your dress?," I asked hopefully. She looked surprised but said yes anyway.
"Um, Alice, when did you get me a dress?," she asked. I could hear the hint of distress in her voice.
That was the one answer I didn't want her to know. How could I tell her that I knew since we had gotten back from Italy? Well, technically I had been getting glimpses and flickers of it on the plane ride home. But it became crystal clear to me the night after she came to our house for a vote of whether or not she should join our family. Did she not know her mind enough that even then she knew she would be marring Edward, fear of weddings or not.
I tried to distract her as we walked up the stairs. "These things take time, Bella. I mean I wasn't sure things were going to turn out this way, but there was a distinct possibility..." Edward, some help here. I don't want her screaming and running from me. From the corner of my eye I saw him roll his eyes.
"When?," she asked more severely.
Maybe I could confuse her by talking about the designer. "Perrine Bruyere has a waiting list, you know? Fabric masterpieces don't just happen overnight. If I hadn't thought ahead, you'd be wearing something off the rack!" How truly disturbing that thought was. But I couldn't tell her that ever since that night I have been sketching her wedding dress.
"Per - who?," she asked. My plan worked, thank goodness.
"He's not a major designer, Bella, so there's no need to throw a hissy fit. He's got promise, though, and he specializes in what I need." Vintage yet classic. Perfect for Bella, and in turn, Edward.
“I'm not throwing a hissy fit," she said.
"No, you're not." That was odd. I hoped that, maybe, she was secretly enjoying it. After I had Bella in my room, I turned to Edward with a dangerous look in my eyes. "You - out."
"Why?," Bella complained.
"Bella," my hand flew to my hip and cocked my head to the side. "You know the rules. He's not supposed to see the dress till the day of." If I have to, then she is going to stick to a traditional human wedding, too.
"It doesn't matter to me. And you know he's already seen it in you're head.," she tried to convince me. "But if that's how you want it..."
He had not seen the dress in my head and he knew it. I've gone through great precautions to think of anything but the dress when I am near him. I shoved Edward through the door. "Don't worry about her. AND STAY OUT OF MY HEAD!" Then I slammed the door in his face. "Alright, come on."
I grabbed Bella by the wrist and led her to my French closet doors. Gracefully I swang them open and stepped into my own personal lair. Bella would most likely get lost in here so I dragged her along with me to the back corner.
Because the dress was so delicate I used great caution unzipping the white garment bag from top to bottom. Unveiling the delicate lace and silk white dress, I took a step back with a small smile on my face and held my arm out. Careful not to look at the dress but at Bella's face. Just in case he was listening. "Well?," the anticipation rising in my voice.
Bella stayed silent, tapping her fingers against her pursed lips.
She took so long to say something that I feared she had changed her mind. I tensed, waiting for a vision at any moment with a different dress. My mind quickly went over the options, finding another designer that would have it done in enough time. My options were low, but maybe with the right amount of money...
"Ah," she smiled at me. And I unfroze. "I see."
The suspense is driving me mad! Say something! "What do you think?" I will look ahead to her future is she doesn't answer me this time. A dreamy look was on her face, like she is focusing on some distant memory.
"It's perfect, of course. Exactly right. You're a genius."
Oh, I smiled. She loves it. "I know."
"Nineteen-eighteen?," She asked.
"More or less," I nodded. "Some of it is my design," I answered proudly. "The train, the veil..." I delicately ran my hand along the white satin. "The lace is vintage. Do you like it?" I went all the way to New York City for the lace. Distance didn't matter, but perfection most certainly did.
"It's beautiful. It's just right for him."
Him? Silly girl. Edward wouldn't be wearing this wedding dress. This could possibly be one of her last human experiences. "But is it just right for you?," I insisted.
"Yes, I think it is, Alice. I think it's just what I need. I know you'll do a great job with this..." A very serious warning look came across her face. "If you can keep yourself in check."
I was absolutely spilling over with excitement. I knew that I would make their wedding day one to remember forever. Nothing could have made my day any better. Except for what she said next.
"Can I see your dress?," she asked.
I was frozen with shock. I could only stare at her. I was at lost for words. Which was a first for me.
"Didn't you order your bridesmaid dress at the same time? I wouldn't want my maid of honor to wear something off the rack." She did a bad acting job at being horrified at the thought. She didn't fool me a bit.
Bella had just gave me the honor of doing her wedding, a real human wedding. She loved the dress, said I was a genius. And now this! She chose me to be her main of honor. Not Jessica, Angela or any other human girl. Me! "Thank you, Edward! You've given me the best sister!," I shouted in my mind.
I threw my arms around her waist, careful not to squeeze too hard with my excitement. "Thank you, Bella!" My voice shimmered.
"How could you not see that one coming? Some psychic you are!," she teased.
Clasping my hands together "I've got so much to do! Go play with Edward. I have to get to work."
I could barley contain my excitement as I ran from the room full speed yelling for Esme, even though I knew she would hear me.
So much to do, have to get to work. I sighed. That would have to wait until after sun rise. I had to get answers out of Bella, whether she liked it or not.
The whisper soft footsteps coming up the stairs brought me back to the present. I felt a wave of love float into the room before Jasper peeked his head in the door. A grin spread across my face when I saw his long lean body and those perfect butterscotch eyes. "You're not working, are you?," he asked cautiously before he entered the room.
Poor Jazz, I'd spent all my time looking thought magazines and shopping online. And when I wasn't off in my own little world, I was bombarding him with questions like, "Do you think these napkins match?" Or, "Should we have live music or a DJ?" He always seemed uncomfortable giving his opinion because it wasn't his wedding. But I always have to be cautious what I talk to Bella about it. I don't want her to know all the details I am putting in to this wedding. I wouldn't want her to try to put a stop to it. She would probably say something ridiculous, like everything cost too much money.
"No," I said as I rolled to my side and propped myself up on my elbow. Playfully I batted my dark lashes at him and patted the space on the bed next to me. The pages of the magazine I read earlier fluttered in the breeze as Jasper raced passed.
He landed softly beside me and pulled me into the comfort of his arms. As he trailed his kisses from my forehead down to my nose I felt a slow burn start in the core of my heart and start to spread though out my whole body. By the time he reached my lips the flame had become ablaze. Jasper's passion flowed into me and heated my stone cold body.
I melted and molded myself into his body for the rest of the moonlight hours.
After the dawn broke though the gray cloud cover, Jasper and I joined the rest of the family down stairs. Emmett and Rosalie sat on the couch together. Apparently Rose was in a good mood because she let Emmett have control of the remote and even laughed at one of his stupid jokes. Esme sat next to Carlisle on the love seat, her hand resting on his knee. My eyes caught sight of Carlisle's brief case on the floor next to him. Automatically my vision shifted from the pale white walls to the bright yellow sun shinning brightly in the sky with very few clouds for cover.
"Carlisle, you should use the back entrance of the hospital."
"Thank you, Alice," he said as he winked in my direction.
I sat on the floor, folding my legs under myself, between Jasper's legs. Esme escorted Carlisle to the door. "I'd like to hunt when you get home tonight if you'd like?," Esme said as she put her arm through his. "Sure, my dear. Anything for you," he said before he kissed her lightly on the lips. Her face started to glow as she watched her husband leave for a day of work.
The time started to drag on as I tried to wait patiently for Bella to arrive with Edward. A chick flick played on the big screen T.V. Rose had insisted on watching it and Emmett could not deny her. My eyes stayed on the T.V., but a better part of my mind ran through wedding options I must discuss with Bella. Jasper either noticed my leg impatiently bouncing or he could taste my current mood.
"Would you like to hunt?," he asked. Could I go and be back in time? I want to be here right when she arrives. I cannot let her get away from me like she has been doing the past couple of months, with the help of Edward. "Just to pass the time," he added, feeling my confusion.
"Alright," I said as I stood up in front of him. "Let's go." I held my hand out to his.
We held hands as we ran from the house and jumped across the river. We dodged the fallen tree as we sprinted through the jade forest. After a few miles of mindless running we started to slow down our pace. Jasper's nose was in the air pointing to the east. I slowly inhaled the mouthwatering aroma of elk. Stealthily, we followed the herd to a nearby stream. Their backs were to us, completely oblivious to the fact that two very dangerous predators had their sights on them. Jasper motioned with his hand that I should take the lead. "Ladies first," he winked. Such a gentleman, always.
I ran in a low crouch towards the second largest male. I was only inches away from him when I sprang on his unsuspecting back. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed Jasper snapping the neck of the largest buck. The male tried to buck me off of his back but I held on tight as he kicked his front legs in the air. His temper tantrum was kind of fun and I let out a little giggle right before I sank my teeth into his jugular. The warm blood ran down my throat and warmed my empty stomach. I flung my kill to the ground once he ran dry.
I looked up to see Jazz had already moved on to another stray elk. The slushiness in my stomach told me I was full. So I watched in awe as the man of my dreams, literally, gracefully stalked and killed his prey. There was a time that I thought he would not be able to make it in this lifestyle. He never ceased to amaze me. Everyday he struggled to put his past behind him, and everyday he succeeded. I knew it was all for me and I could not be more proud of him.
The clear blue stream, green grass, and dark green forest all started to blur and bend together. My vision started to morph into the open meadow in front of the big white house. I could hear the loud roar of Bella's truck. By the time I walked into the middle of the meadow I could see the rusty red truck parking near the garage.
By the time I cleared my head Jazz stood in front of me, his eyebrows raised in question. I answered by giving him a dazzling smile. "Let's go home."
Back at the house, Emmett and Rose were in the same place they were before we left. I skipped over to a chair next to them and plopped down. I could hear the soft strokes of a paint brush on a canvas from upstairs, accompanied by Esme's humming.
"Is your chick flick over Em?," Jasper asked.
"Hey! I didn't want to watch it she did," he said defensively as he pointed to Rosalie.
She gave him that look. "You knew almost every line," she scoffed.
Jasper laughed loudly and I joined in, our laughter sounding like a wondrous chorus of bells and wind chimes.
"Maybe when you are done watching girl movies you'll want to play some Madden," said Jazz. "I might feel bad beating a girl, though," he smirked over at Emmett who was now growling.
My head snapped up to attention when I heard the familiar roar and stutter of Bella's old Chevy truck. I could easily guess that it is Edward driving by the wheezing of the engine as it reached top speed down the winding dirt driveway.
Emmett's loud laughter filled the house when Bella had tripped coming up the front porch steps, causing her face to turn bright red. I ran out to greet her and Edward, smacking Emmett on the arm as I went by him. "Shut up, Em. What goes around, comes around."
"Don't give me that hocus pocus mumbo-jumbo, Alice!," He called after me.
"Hey, Bella! I was just thinking about you," I said excitedly.
"Not now, Alice," Edward commanded. He never took his eyes off Bella's, his hands on either side of her face. "Are you sure you're okay?," he asked anxiously.
"I'm fine, Edward. Really." She rolled her eyes. Like falling was nothing new to her.
He kissed her and I needed to clear my throat for them to stop.
We joined the rest of the family, each taking a seat. I sat next to Bella with Edward on her other side. He knew what I was up to. “You can try to protect her. But I will get her someday!,” I threatened him in my head. His eyes narrowed at me.
"So, Bella, how was your morning?" Trying to keep up with casual conversation so she would not suspect anything wedding related coming.
"It was fine. The same as any other day. I woke up, had breakfast, and later... here I am," she said sarcastically.
"Oh, what did you have for breakfast?"
She looked at me suspiciously. "Pop tarts. What do you want, Alice?," she demanded. "I know you are not that interested in what I ate. It probably sounds repulsive to you."
She's right. "Well if you'd like me to be blunt..."She looked at me, waiting for me to continue. "What is your favorite kind of cake? Chocolate, cherry, red velvet? We could have different layers," I tried to guess.
"Vanilla. Why? I thought you are going to be blunt."
"Umm..." What else could she think a cake was for? "It’s for your wedding cake. I wanted to know what flavor you like."
Her face turned pink. Again, Emmett chuckled. Edward gave his a dark look and he looked back to the T.V. screen.
"What are you doing today, Bella?," I asked.
"Oh..." She fumbled around for an excuse, assuming I wanted her to do wedding stuff.
"If you're are not doing anything inparticular, maybe you would like to go for a ride in my Porsche,." I purred.
She started to roll her eyes. "Wait don't answer that!" I threw my hands out in front of me and closed my eyes.
I saw the sunlight hitting the hood of my yellow Porsche. The needle pointing to one-hundred and eighty. I looked in the rear view mirror and laughed when I saw the freighted look on Bella's face when I put the petal to the metal.
"Get your sunglasses, Bella!" I sang.
Speeding down the winding dirt drive, the sun was just beginning to peek out from the clouds. Once the tires hit the black pavement I stomped the gas pedal to the floor with my Jimmy Choo shoes. I went from zero to sixty in just three seconds. And in another 15.9 seconds, I had it going 236 miles per hour. Ah, the luxury of owning fast cars. Jasper turned the music up as loud as it would go. The frame of my shinny yellow Porsche shook violently with the base.
Speeding away from Forks onto the highway, I rolled down my windows. It felt wonderful to let my arm hang out the window. The sun is completely out of hiding now, throwing rainbows along the drivers side of my car.
I looked over to see Jazz with his golden locks a disarray around his face, his head nodding to the rock music. He caught me staring and smiled widely. I could not suppress the giggle that bubbled up from that smile.
I opened the sun roof to let more of the beautiful sunshine and wind in. 'Seize the day' by Avenged sevenfold was playing on the radio. The speed of 236 mph gave me an adrenaline rush. "Take the wheel Jazz." As he did I hit Cruise control and popped my head out the sun roof. I held my arms open wide, like I was flying. "WOOOOHOOOO----!!!!"
"Get in here, Alice! You're going to give me a heart attack," Bella yelled. Like I couldn't hear her.
Once I had my fun I ducked back in the car to control the wheel. Jasper sat there chuckling at my little outburst.
We made it to California in less time then if we would have drove anyone else's vehicle. Driving along the coast, we could see the bright blue water along the cliff's edge. Bella looked so peaceful staring out the window at the beautiful scenery. Edward stared at her unseeing eyes with a bright smile on his face.
"Wow. I can't believe that we are in San Francisco already," Bella said, braking the silence after an hour.
"That's Alice for you," Edward chuckled and shook his head.
I stuck my tongue out at him in the rear view mirror. "It's still early." I looked out the window to see the fiery orange sun sliding behind the horizon. "What do guys want to do? I'm sure we could find a mall..."
I was cut off by a chores of "NO's". I pouted a little but gave in easily.
I decided we had gone far enough when the colors that surround the blazing yellow sun started to shift in color, streaks of orange and pink stretched across the sky. I pulled on my emergency break and turned the wheel a sharp left. The back tires just scraping the cliffs edge and the breaks squealed. Now my car was positioned in the right lane, due north, home to Forks. I heard mumbles of complaints from the back seat drivers. So, I turned up the music to drown out their negativity.
The moon light ride back home was just as exhilarating. Something about the speed made the venom in my body pulse. Bella fell asleep half way home, so Edward said I should turn off the music so she could rest. The purr of the 911 turbo engine filled my ears.
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