Author's Note: This is my alternate version of Breaking Dawn's transformation scene. Canon characters, but ignores the whole Nessie thing.
Chapter 1 (the following) is new stuff, Ch. 2 was something I posted earlier. I might continue with more of a focus on Edward, because I focused a lot on Alice out of annoyance that she was ignored in BD. Anyway, enjoy and tell me what you think!
In entered the Cullen's living room slowly, glancing around desperately for Edward. But the room was perfectly still and silent.
"Edward?" I called, feeling self-conscious.
Before I could take a step, he was next to me, his hand on my cheek. The tantalizing smell of his breath washed over me and I leaned into his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. "My love," he murmured, kissing me in the way that made the floor seem to disappear from beneath me.
But all too soon, he pulled away. "What is it now?" I asked grumpily.
"I need to hunt," he said regretfully. "To get ready for …"
"Ah," I said awkwardly, my heart rate picking up. "Okay. That's fine, go ahead."
He smiled. "I'll be back in an hour." He stroked my hair. "Everything's going to be okay, Bella."
With one last cool touch, he disappeared out the front door. Left alone in the room with nothing else to do, I plopped onto a seldom-used sofa and stared moodily out the window, worrying.
"Don't be like that, Bella."
I spun around to see Alice in the doorway. "I wish this wasn't so hard on you," she sighed, before daintily plopping onto the sofa next to me. I briefly saw Jasper in the shadow of the hall, his eyes locked on Alice for a moment before he silently slid away into nothingness.
"Where's Jasper going?" I asked.
She sighed. "He won't be staying, obviously. Neither will the rest, except for Carlisle and Edward, of course."
She looked affronted. "You think I'd go shopping at a time like this?"
I couldn't help but smile, and she nudged my shoulder playfully. "Jazz is going out of his mind with worry. He thinks the first thing you're going to do as a newborn is destroy us all." She closed her eyes wearily, leaning further into the sofa cushions in mock exhaustion. "What a pessimist. Of course, you'd never get past me." She grinned wickedly, and I tried to smile back.
"You don't really think that I …"
"Of course not," she said quickly. "Bella, how many times to tell you that you'll be fine?"
"And …" The words stuck in my mouth as I remembered the blazing fire in my hand the year before. "The pain?"
Her tawny eyes locked on mine, concerned. "Ah."
She hesitated, pursing her lips. "I'm not going to lie to you Bella …"
"I know," I said gratefully. Alice always told me the truth.
"…I don't know anything about it firsthand, of course," she mused, "But I assume Rosalie has let you know that it isn't pleasant. We'll put in an IV drip of morphine though – perhaps that will …"
"I have to get an IV?" I screeched, aware of how irrational I sounded but still unable to stop myself.
Alice groaned. "Please tell me you're not worried about that."
I was silent, putting it into perspective. Nervousness began to make my throat clench uncomfortably, and Alice looked at me in sympathy.
"It'll be so worth it," she reassured me with a glittering smile. I pictured myself, white and lovely, next to Edward's side … sprinting with him through the forest … sparkling in the sunlight … and nodded in agreement.
"I know," I said.
"You shouldn't even be scared," she said, affecting an air of nonchalance. "I wouldn't be surprised if you don't feel anything at all. It'll just be terribly boring. Three terribly boring days." She paused, reflecting.
I raised my eyebrows at her in amused disbelief. "You haven't looked into the future to make sure?"
She looked frustrated. "I have … I can't really tell about the morphine, though."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it definitely does its job of paralyzing you, but I don't know whether it stops the pain or not. But you're probably going to make it."
"Thanks a lot, Alice," I said, masking my nervousness with sarcasm, and twisted my hands uncomfortably in my lap. Paralyzed?!
"You should get some sleep," she said suddenly.
"It'll be easier later if you're relaxed," she said.
"I doubt I could sleep now," I said ruefully.
She raised a delicate eyebrow. "You still need Edward to help you?" I blushed and she laughed. "Try anyway."
I sighed and spread out on the couch, tucking a pillow under my head. Alice moved to perch on the edge, watching me with a gaze that was almost wistful.
"What?" I said.
"Nothing," she said quickly.
"If you're waiting for me to talk in my sleep …"
"Then what are you waiting for?" I demanded.
She paused, and turned to look out the window. When she spoke, her voice was sad. "I've never slept before, Bella. I want to know what it's like … I want that so much."
Tears choked my throat for a moment. "Alice, I'm sorry …"
"Don't be," she said quickly, and her cool hands tucked the covers tighter around me. "Close your eyes, now."
I obediently closed them, and as the blackness enfolded me, I came to a realization just as Alice's wind-chime voice drifted by my head.
"You asked me why I wanted you to sleep … I'll tell you why, Bella. Because this will be your last chance to dream."
And it was.