Chapter 34

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to finish this chapter. Mental breakdown, work overload, exams, you know, life goes on. I edited this chapter so many times to get it right. This seems like a good ending. YAY!! (I know, it's about time.)

I watched in the shadows as Alice and Edward slipped into Lucia's room and gave her another needle to knock her out for an hour, and apparently none of the set was good enough to Alice, so she made us do it over and over until she approved. Vampires were running haywire all around me getting the 'set' prepared. Prehistoric surgery tools were everywhere; they even had a saw in next to the scalpels.

My stomach growled loudly, and the family turned to me and laughed lightly. I couldn't figure out what I was going to do for the next half hour, so I might as well get something to eat before the show starts.

After I reheated the leftovers from the fridge, and sat down to eat, Alice came and sat beside me, watching me.

"Do you have any idea what color schemes you want for the wedding?" She asked out of the blue. That seemed random.

"Um, something to compliment a sunny day in the middle of a meadow in Forks?"

Alice gave me an unamused glare.

"How am I supposed to know? You're the Wedding Planner."

"But you're the bride."

I sighed heavily and finished my supper.

"Alice, is everything going to turn out alright? The way I want it to?"

She looked at me with a friendly understanding.

"Everything between you and Edward is going to work out alright. It's time to go and play our parts. Are you ready?"

I nodded my head and started walking towards the stairs, and eminently towards the stage where I'd start my acting career.

Everyone was waiting in a chaotic group outside the doorway, waiting for us. Edward stared at me with questioning eyes. I nodded my head, hoping that he was curious about what we were about to do, and whether I could do it or not.

I walked in with the most confidence that I could muster. A sudden thought struck me hard.

"Alice?" I whispered. She turned her head to me and gave me a questioning glance. Edward did the same as they got into position.

"Alice, how are we going to explain that her parents and Charlie don't exactly look like the originals?"

"Bella, Bella." Alice shook her head and sighed. "Her eyesight is back, but it is still so foggy that the only thing she can see is the outlines of the people around her, and of course the instruments we'll be using."

A low round of chuckles echoed softly through the room. I looked about frantically to find the source of amusement. When I turned around and saw Lucia, she still had her eyes closed, but her head was flopping side to side on the pillow, and her hands waving in front of her eyes. Vampires really have a weird sense of humour.

Lucia groaned in half pain as she sat up. Edward flashed me a grin that made me instantly think of a child doing something bad in front of their parents.

He grabbed the large saw from the table of tools and put it to a small block of cement that he placed just outside her elbow to make it look like he was sawing off her arm from her point of view. Of course, she wouldn't feel anything at all below the neck because of the sedatives and pain killers, but it was a hilarious concept to view none the less. As Lucia started to open her eyes and look around, Edward started grinning maliciously and sawing viciously at the cement block at her arm. I watched as he gently, but quickly, at human pace, started wearing down the teeth on the saw. It was simply amazing.

Lucia looked around where the sound of the saw was coming from. Her pupils went in tiny circles trying to see past the fogginess to clearly see what the saw was sawing off.

"What is that sound?" She quietly, but hoarsely, whispered out. Alice muffled a smirk.

Edward glanced back to me before answering.

"She's too numb to feel anything, Ms. Dwyer, so don't worry about the pain from sawing off her arm, I'm just sorry that we couldn't do anything to save the limb."

Rosalie made a fake gasping sound. "Isn't there any other way? I mean, she's still conscious, and she can still feel everything you do to her. Isn't a saw primitive anyway?"

"Unfortunately, I forgot my power saw at home this morning." Edward said in a dry voice as he continued to 'saw' her arm off.

I could see sweat start to trickle down the sides of her face. By the way that Emmett was grinning; I could imagine how loud her heart beat would be to them. Small grunts of pain started coming out of her mouth. I raised an eyebrow to Edward, who just looked at me and gave me an innocent shrug. I nearly blew my cover and giggled. I handed Edward the packet of stage blood, where he broke it open silently and dribbled it over the 'wound' area, and over his hands. It looked real, if I hadn't watched him deliberately dribble it over her.

"How are you feeling?" Alice asked in a professionally detached tone.

"There's sharp pains spiking in my body, and my vision is starting to come back. Just a bit, it's still fuzzy." She was reaching her hand blindly over to where Edward was 'sawing', and pulled away when she reached the sticky blood.

"Oh my god." She whispered, horrified. Her hand fell limp by her side, and her head fell to one side, slowly, as she lost consciousness.

I couldn't take it anymore. I burst out laughing after I ran out of the room as fast as I could without tripping, and the rest of the group following shortly after me, except for Edward, who seemed to be entranced by the way my breasts were jiggling with my laughter as I ran out of the room. I rolled my eyes and wiggled my ass just to watch his expression

"So, Alice, how do you plan on getting her back to Renee and Charlie?"

She tapped her temples and gave me an unamused look. "Bella, 1) we're vampires, no one would see us if we did leave her in the middle of the road in Forks, and 2) I'm a psychic, I know what we're going to do before we do it, remember? Don't worry. They'll find her alright.


I gave my head a shake as I walked out the door, headed towards the cruiser to go home. I stopped dead in my tracks, something didn't feel right. I did a quick survey of my surroundings, and then continued on my way to the cruiser. I opened the door, distracted with what Lucia would have done all day today, and what a mess the house would be in.

An arm flopped out of the car when I opened the door. I looked in and saw Lucia laying disorganized across the driver's seat, with what looked like blood on her hands and up one arm. I was rolling my eyes when I pulled out the phone from my belt to call the emergency vehicles. If I could have left her here like this, I would. But I couldn't.

"Mr. Swan, good news. It's only fake blood. She's not injured, not physically anyway. She's got some type of drug in her system that we can't identify, and she's unconscious, but she's ok."

"Great. Just great." I muttered to myself, losing the last hope I had to get rid of this burden.


Edward, Jasper, and Emmett came in looking smug. I looked at Edward expectantly, but he just grinned.

"Was the package delivered?" I asked knowingly.

Emmett shook a silver camcorder in his hand.

"We sure did. Wanna watch a movie?"

The screen went dark as we burst out laughing, and I fell into Edward at my right, unable to remain upright. My vision started going dark from my lack of breathing.

"Breathe, Bella." Edward reminded me as I nearly passed out on him, in between bouts of laughter.


"I KNOW, CHARLIE." I grumbled, irritated, at Charlie. "They did it, I screwed up, there's no room to get in anymore."

"Good, then you also know that first thing, you're on a flight back to your mother. You aren't staying here." And I watched him march out the door and slam it.

Someone else flitted out of the shadows of a corner of my room, mysterious and aggressive.

"You failed, didn't you, Lucia?"

"Who the fuck are you?" I wasn't too happy about a stranger rubbing my failure in my face.

"Your ticket to success. My name is Jacob Black, and one Bella Swan is my fiancée, but she keeps disobeying me. I could use you. You can have the Cullen leftovers, once I get the bitch."

I narrowed my eyes, looking for any sign of deception. When I didn't find any, I stuck out my hand to shake on it. He briefly shook my hand, and then confidently strode out the door.

'There has to be another chance, eventually.' I mentally told myself. 'Eventually.'


Emmett bounded into the room with way too much enthusiasm.

"You guys gotta see this!" he said quickly as he flipped the TV on to the news channel.

A reporter showed up with a grim expression.

"…And on to the Swan/Cullen Case, the federal police were seen dragging a kicking and screaming Police Chief of Forks, Washington…"

The TV then flashed to a full-screen video of Charlie being drug out of his tiny, run down house, kicking and screaming, threatening me with all of his will he had left. The reporter continued.

"…Charles Swan, known as Charlie by his friends. Charles was sentenced to 10 years in jail, since the jury just got back from deciding, and announced this to a full court, minus the Cullen family, who was inabsentia, due to "very good reasons" the judge stated, but unwilling to say more. Either way, as the ex-police chief of Forks was dragged away, he threatened his 'daughter' Isabella Swan with death, making his sentence upped to 15 years, no probation. The second part of the story is for Renee Dwyer, wife to Millionaire Phillip Dwyer, has a restraining order placed against her by Isabella Swan, and is to stay away 120 feet at all times. Rumours state that this is because Isabella Swan is an heiress to her grandmother's fortune, yet Renee and Charlie were after that fortune, since she was willed to get it with conditions. This was said to prevent Renee from preventing Isabella from getting the money. Isabella has a trick up her sleeve, though. She is said to be engaged to Edward Cullen, a billionaire in his own right, according to reports, and when she actually marries Mr. Cullen, she will have the money instantly wire-lined, and permanently in her possession, away from the greedy hands of her so called 'family'."

Emmett chuckled. "This report has been running since late last night. I just saw it."

Alice froze up beside me, a look of horror and happiness mixed on her face.

"What's wrong Alice?" I asked quietly, not expecting a response right away.

"Renee." She whispered right away, and then continued slowly. "She's being beaten…as we speak…in a back alley…she will be found…and taken to a hospital…coma…won't recover…"

I let out a breath of relief. Unconsciously, I slumped down in to the couch and leaned my head against Edward's shoulder beside me. He wrapped his arms around me.

"Good. We won't have to worry about her again for a long, long time."

I looked up at his face. Something in his words made me think that there was more to what he and Alice were saying.

"What?" I asked him.

He just shook his head. "It's nothing. She has many possibilities for the future; only a select few include her waking up. Chances are she won't wake up again."

I nodded. That was good enough for me. By then, if my plan worked, I wouldn't care anyway, because I would truly be like the rest of my family.

…Some time in the future (a couple of months)…

I took a deep breath, and exhaled, then took the arm that was offered out to me.

"Don't worry, Bella." Carlisle said, "You look beautiful, like one of the family."

I made an effort to not trip over the long, silky white dress swirling around my feet.

"Thank you, Carlisle, for walking me down the aisle. I wouldn't have it any other way."

He bowed gracefully, and led me carefully down the stairs of the old, grand house to my love.

To my destiny.