Fic: The Edge (Twilight, Alice/Bella 29/?)

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Title: The Edge
Author: Janine
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Alice/Bella
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All characters are owned by Stephanie Meyer. I’m just borrowing them.
Summary: Bella emerges from her cocoon as a new, beautiful vampire.

Previous chapters here

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Bella blinked slowly, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She had always been pale, even when she had lived in Phoenix she had been pale, but now … now she was Cullen pale.

She was Cullen pale, and Cullen flawless. She, Bella Swan, was flawless.

Bella angled her head down, and continued to regard herself.

Her hair, which had always been a rather mousey shade of brown, had darkened into a rich chestnut colour that shone with reddish highlights when light danced over it. Her face was clean and smooth, not a single pore visible.

It was like she had walked off of the cover of a fashion magazine, airbrushed to perfection and impeccably coiffed.

She had always been slim, and she looked to be the same size as she was before, but somehow her body seemed different. Bella couldn’t be sure but she thought that everything seem tighter, and more toned.

Bella tilted her head again, half expecting the image in the mirror to turn in the other direction, or scratch its nose. She couldn’t quite get her mind to believe that she was actually looking at herself. She felt like she was in one of those mirror-universe episodes of Star Trek where the crew would bump into versions of themselves that were almost identical and yet somehow strange and foreign as well.

“It’s shocking, isn’t it?” Esme said softly coming up behind Bella.

Bella met Esme’s gaze in the mirror and nodded. She was naked, and she thought that she should have felt embarrassed, but Esme had helped her bathe after she had woken up, and so there was really no reason to be shy around the woman now.

Besides, as shocked as she was by her new body, she was kind of proud of it as well, and didn’t mind showing it off. She understood better now why Alice would walk around naked without a care in the world and why Rosalie would sigh sadly and muse about how she wished she could be a nudist.

“Very,” Bella replied, her voice breathy as she continued to look at herself in disbelief.

“How do you feel?” Esme asked gently.

Presently, Bella seemed steadier and Esme was certain that the disorientation Bella had felt upon waking was over, but she wanted to make sure.

“Fantastic,” Bella said, a large smile spreading across her face. “Amazing, wonderful, lovely, terrific … fantabulous!” she continued, bounding lightly on the balls of her feet. She felt like she could run a marathon, and then swim across the English Channel, and then make love to Alice for three days straight, and then scale a mountain, and then hunt a bear.

She felt invincible.

“Will it always feel like this?” Bella asked suddenly, turning around to face Esme, smiling thankfully at the older woman when Esme handed her a black silk robe.

“Yes,” Esme said as Bella pulled the robe on, but her face was thoughtful. “However, it won’t always be as overwhelming for you as it is now,” she continued as Bella belted the robe. “You’ll get used to the feeling as time goes on, it’ll become part of you, something normal, ordinary. It won’t always awe you.”

Bella nodded, that made sense. Decades from now she probably wouldn’t remember what it felt like to wake up in the morning with a crick in her neck, or a pain in her back. She wouldn’t remember what it was like to have woken up with her shoulder aching because she had slept on it at a weird angle, and so feeling the perfect fluidity of her muscles every time she moved wouldn’t astound her.

The feeling wouldn’t last, but Bella made up her mind to enjoy it fully for as long as it did.

“My eyes,” Bella began a few seconds later, turning towards the mirror once more. “Why aren’t they like yours?”

Her eyes were the one feature that remained almost exactly like they had been before her transformation. Unlike the Cullen’s honey coloured eyes, hers were still brown. They were a more spectacular shade of brown, a very beguiling hazel, but they were not like the Cullen’s.

“The colour of our eyes is a reflection of our choice of food,” Esme began, “and since you haven’t fed yet, yours haven’t changed. Soon, they’ll be identical to rest of ours,” she continued, laying a reassuring hand on Bella’s shoulder.

Bella smiled at her and Esme returned the expression.

“There’s time for this talk later,” Esme said squeezing Bella’s shoulder lightly, a soft smile touching her lips. “The others are anxious to see you, so let’s get you dressed.”

Bella smiled and nodded, allowing Esme to lead her by the elbow. She was anxious to be revealed as well.

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The Living Room – Fifteen Minutes Later

Bella was aware of the others eyes upon her as she entered the room, but the moment her eyes found Alice’s the rest of the Cullen’s began to fade from her consciousness.

As she had descended the stairs, all sorts of scents had hit her that she had never been aware of before and it had sent her mind reeling. However, seeing the familiar faces of her friends – and now family – had begun to clear her mind, and Bella had felt a little steadier.

That changed when her eyes found Alice’s, however.

In the moment their eyes locked, Bella felt her mind begin to swim again, and her vision changed, shifted, homing in until all she was aware of was Alice.

And then, Alice’s scent hit her.

It had been impossible for her to separate the varying aromas around the house when she had first emerged from the bedroom, and when she had entered the living room she had been completely unable to differentiate the varying occupants scents.

Looking at Alice must have focused her sense of smell however, because she could clearly make out Alice’s scent then. It was just like she had remembered, only much more potent. The smell actually made her head swim, and Bella comprehended for the first time what being around her all of that time was like for Alice, and for the others.

Alice stood then, her eyes holding Bella’s the entire time Bella was watching her. Bella felt her chest tighten, and when Alice smiled at her Bella was certain that she was going to swoon.

Bella breathed in deeply, taking Alice into her lungs.

She smelt so good.

She smelt heavenly.

Bella didn’t think it was possibly for a more alluring scent to exist.

She blinked, her ears distantly picking up the sound of growling as she did.

It wasn’t until a few seconds later that she became aware that she was the one making the sound.

“Bella,” Alice said, still smiling, her eyes shining with happiness and a touch of amusement.

Bella stared at for a moment, convinced that a more perfect creature than Alice Cullen had never existed, and never would.

She growled again, softly, the sound full of longing and need. And then, before she was aware that she was moving, before she could even consciously register the surge of love, affection and desire that washed over her, Bella found herself standing in front of Alice, and then her hands were cupping Alice’s face, and she was kissing her, desperately.

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Alice gasped as Bella kissed her, only vaguely aware that the force of Bella’s kiss was causing to her step backwards.

The more Bella kissed her, the more her mind began to fog, but she was, at that moment, still aware that they were in the living room with her family standing around and she realized that she should try to stop Bella.

Alice lifted her hand, placing it on Bella’s shoulder, trying to gently nudge her away, but Bella knocked her hand away and continued to kiss her, her hands moving to the front of Alice’s pants, popping the button open a second later.

Alice’s hands hung limply at her sides for a second, ‘oh my god’ repeating in her mind a few times before she was able to force herself to move.

Alice lifted her hands once more and tried to push Bella away. But, it was to no avail. Bella was strong now, as strong as her, and her sexual frenzy seemed to have given her a physical edge.

Alice felt the back of her knees connect with something, and they began to buckle.

She realized it was the coffee table as she began to tumble to the floor, but before she could give any more thought to the situation, Bella flowed down onto the floor with her and used their newly reclined position to begin exploring Alice’s body in earnest.

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“Dude,” Emmett said smiling widely as Bella straddled Alice’s waist. “Dude,” he repeated again leaning forward a bit, trying to get a better look. “Dude,” he breathed out, his voice lowering in wonder as Bella shoved a hand under Alice’s shirt and began to kiss her again. “Awesome,” he sighed, resting his elbows on his thighs as he settled down to watch.

Rosalie reached out and slapped the back of Emmett’s head, even though her eyes were on Alice and Bella too.

She was a little impressed, she didn’t think that Bella had that in her, even all hopped up on new vampire hormones.

She tilted her head to the side, watching as Bella’s hand began to creep further up Alice’s shirt. A moment later she sighed and realized she probably shouldn’t have smacked Emmett. He was a male, and Alice and Bella looked good together. It would have definitely been sexier if she had been with another girl, but she couldn’t deny that Alice and Bella did look good together.

Jasper closed his eyes and angled his head away from the scene in front of him. He had occasionally felt the physical desire Alice had for Bella when he was around the two of them at the same time, and he knew that they were physically intimate with each other. But knowing that, and having felt some small measure of Alice’s desire did not compare to what was bombarding him at the moment.

Bella was unthinking, unreachable, she was nothing but desire for Alice at that moment. And Alice herself was overwhelmed and quickly losing control to the tide of arousal that Bella’s touch and presence called up in her. She was trying very hard to control it, he could feel her fighting to calm herself down, but she losing the battle. Bella’s hands and lips, and scent were too much for her, and her body couldn’t help but respond them.

Jasper lowered his head, tucking his chin into his chest.

Alice had such little control around Bella. He had never known her to have such little control.

Carlisle sighed. Even as a human Bella had been very finely attuned to Alice, and he had thought that she might be overcome when they were reunited after the transformation. He hadn’t anticipated this level of surrender to her baser desires however.

“We should separate them,” Carlisle said looking over at Emmett and then Jasper. “Alice seems a bit overwhelmed,” he added, watching as Bella knocked Alice’s hand away from her and then pinned it down to the ground.

“You want to stop them?” Emmett asked incredulously, torn between his desire to keep watching Alice and Bella, and his desire to stare at Carlisle like he was insane.

“She doesn’t mind,” Jasper said softly, looking at Carlisle.

The others turned their attention back to the two girls on the floor, regarding them for a few moments. Bella’s hand was, at the moment, clearly covering Alice’s breast, and Alice’s back was arched, pressing herself into the caress as they continued to kiss. Then, under their inquisitive gazes, Bella’s hand moved from Alice’s breast, trailing down her torso until it disappeared from sight.

A moment later a strangled cry tore lose from Alice’s throat as her hips bucked.

“We should leave them alone,” Esme said finally, a faint smile touching her lips. It was clear to her, and all of the others that Alice really didn’t mind what Bella was doing at all.

“You’re certain Alice isn’t being hurt?” Carlisle asked turning to face Jasper.

“Yes,” Jasper said clearing his throat, as a surge of emotion from Alice washed over him. “Yes,” he repeated blinking rapidly as he stared at the floor.

“Well then,” Carlisle began, “I suggest we follow your mother’s suggestion and leave. Newborns are terribly Id based. We’re not going to be able to talk to Bella until she gets this out of her system,” he continued shaking his head. “If Alice is not being hurt I think we should leave them to it.”

Carlisle then took Esme’s hand and headed towards the door with her. Rosalie and Emmett followed, the blonde dragging her reluctant husband behind her, and then Jasper emerged as well, though he turned and headed towards the front door of the house instead of to the stairs.

He had made peace with the idea of Alice and Bella being together, but seeing them together had shaken him up a great deal, and he knew that he couldn’t stay in the house. He determined to use the opportunity to hunt. He felt like taking down some big game, and could tell from Bella and Alice’s emotions that they would be busy for a while, giving him more than enough time to carry out an extensive hunt.

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Alice arched helplessly up into Bella’s hands as her lover’s fingers slipped between her legs, immensely relieved that they were now alone.

She had really, really wanted to stop Bella when the others were in the room, but her body hadn’t cooperated with her. Her mind had been made foggy by Bella’s intoxicating scent, and her body had been warm and tingly from Bella’s hands roaming over it, and she had known that whatever had come over Bella was quickly overwhelming her as well, and that she soon wouldn’t want to stop, even if the others were still there.

Alice moaned, clutching at Bella, her fingers pressing into her skin as she tried to ground herself. Bella sighed contently, her tongue slipping between her lips to lick at Alice’s neck as Alice’s fingers squeezed and scratched at her, the rough touch exciting them both.

Alice had never been able to touch her that freely before, and now that she knew what it was like to have the raven-haired beauty cling to her like she was the only thing keeping her together, she never wanted her to stop.

Alice gasped, her eyes widening as Bella pushed three fingers into her, her hands moving to Bella’s hips, clamping onto them as she began to buck, meeting Bella’s fingers with powerful thrusts of her own hips.

Bella’s head spun. She was delirious. She felt like she was floating, floating in a dingy in the middle of the ocean. All that she was certain of was that she was with Alice, and that Alice felt warm, and smelled good, and tasted delicious. She could feel Alice’s slick, velvety inner-walls clenching at her fingers, and she could hear every soft moan and intake of breath her lover made. All around her was surrounded by Alice. Alice’s scent, Alice’s wetness, Alice’s breath, Alice’s warmth … everywhere there was, Alice, Alice, and Alice.

Alice cried out as she felt Bella’s teeth pierce the skin of her neck, her eyes rolling in ecstasy as Bella began to suck at her.

Alice’s nails racked down Bella’s back, and she tipped her head back giving Bella easier access to her neck, her hips rising to meet Bella’s fingers in time with Bella’s suctioning motions at her neck.

Bella bit her again and Alice grinned, her eyes squeezing shut as she climaxed, her orgasm thundering through her body, as Bella began to gently lap at her neck.

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The Next Day

Alice staggered into the living room, and after looking around briefly collapsed onto the couch next to Jasper, moaning piteously.

“Damn girl,” Emmett declared looking over at Alice’s limp figure. “You look busted,” he continued, his words and tone sending Rosalie into a fit of laughter.

“Shut up,” Alice murmured softly, her voice hoarse.

She and Bella had stayed in the living room for a while longer the night before, but finally, three orgasms later, she had managed to convince Bella go up to Bella’s bedroom, which was much more private had better sound proofing than the living room.

Their time in the living room, and the journey up the stairs hadn’t lessened Bella’s arousal however, and once they reached the bedroom they had settled down for hours more of love making.

Alice wasn’t certain how long they spent pleasuring each other. She only knew that it had been long enough to exhaust her to the point where her limbs had stopped responding to her brains commands.

When she had gone limp, her brain tingly and slow in a post-coital fog of bliss, Bella had, mercifully, slowed down as well. It seemed she had tired herself out as well and so they lay together for a while, before moving to the bathroom where they took a leisurely bath together, and then they returned to the bedroom to just enjoy resting together for a while.

Rose laughed at her, golden eyes shining with mirth. “I’d say I could take you,” Rose began still laughing. “But I think you’ve been taken enough.”

That comment sent Emmett off and Alice sighed deeply, knowing that she was in for a lot of teasing in the immediate future.

“Where’s Bella now?” Emmett asked once he was able to get his fit of laughter under control.

Rose smirked. “She’s probably working up her 86^th wind.”

She and Emmett giggled at that, and Alice gave them the finger.

“Carlisle and Esme are talking to her,” Alice breathed out once Emmett and Rose were behaving themselves again.

“The, ‘Now You’re A Vampire, So Be The Best Vampire You Can Be’, speech?” Emmett asked rolling his eyes.

Alice nodded. She’d heard Carlisle start up as she had slowly made her way towards the stairs.

“What are you watching?” Alice asked turning her head in the direction of the television screen for the first time.

“We wanted something with a holiday theme,” Jasper began.

“But because Emmett got to pick,” Rose interjected, glaring at her husband.

“We ended up with Die Hard,” Jasper cut in, finishing his original answer.

Despite his phrasing, and neutral tone, Alice knew that Jasper wasn’t actually disappointed by the choice in movie. Rose had probably wanted to watch The Sound of Music for the twentieth time that vacation, and she knew that both Jasper and Emmett were happy to be watching a movie where something blew up every five minutes instead of a musical number appearing every five minutes.

“How terrible,” Alice responded, snuggling against Jasper’s chest.

“Tragic,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her.

“All of you,” Emmett began, his voice slow and low, “can go to hell,” he finished, and with that he folded his arms across his chest and glared at the television set like he had caught it staring at Rose’s ass.

“Aw, don’t pout,” Rose said pressing herself against Emmett’s side. “I was just teasing,” she continued softly, pressing her lips against his cheek.

Alice turned her attention away from them as Rose continued to disarm Emmett with her womanly charms, and focused her attention on Jasper.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, knowing that the past few days, and especially the past twenty-fours had been especially rough on him.

Jasper nodded, his eyes distracted, but kissed her forehead nonetheless.

“Carlisle will be taking her away for a few days on the weekend,” Alice continued reaching up to stroke Jasper cheek.

Just like the talk he was having with Bella at the moment, it was tradition. He always took them hunting alone for the first time, taught them how to focus their senses, how to bring the animals down quickly and mercifully, where to bite to maximize the amount of blood they were able to ingest, and then how to mask the evidence of their attack, making it seem like an animal had been responsible.

“We should go away while they’re gone,” Alice went on softly, resting her head on his chest again.

There was a part of her that wanted to stay to make sure that Bella’s orientation went well, but she knew that she needed to spend some time alone with Jasper. She could feel the tension in his body, see it in his face and his eyes, and she knew that even though he seemed calm on surface, that he was feeling anything but calm.

The three of them had settled into a nice pattern over the previous six months, but the past three days had thrown that dynamic out of whack, and she needed to try and return some equilibrium to the situation. She felt as if he was drifting, and knew that she needed to spend some time alone with him, focused completely on him.

“Okay,” Jasper breathed out, his lips brushing against her temple as he spoke.

Alice shifted, turning in his arms until she could see his face. She searched out his eyes and then held them, but she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. She couldn’t read his eyes, and she hadn’t been able to for quite a while.

Alice began to blink rapidly, and then dropped her eyes from his. It was too hard looking at him and seeing nothing reflected back at her.

She reached out, her fingers tracing the contours of his chiseled, beautiful features, her eyes trailing lovingly over the plains of his face, and then she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, kissing him slowly, trying to pour all of the affection she felt for him into the caress.

Jasper stroked Alice’s back gently as she pulled back from his lips and their eyes met again and held each others for a while. Alice then shifted, moving to settle her head back against his chest, and turned her attention to the screen.

Her eyes were worried at she stared at the television. She wasn’t actually registering anything that was happening on it, even though she seemed focused on it. And even as the minutes stretched on, her body never completely relaxed.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. And for the first time, in a very long time, she had no visions to guide her or show her how to make things right again.

To be continued ….