Mattie

©Molly Looby No way. I knew I was dying. I knew I was dying fast, but this hit me like a speeding bullet. How long did I have left, years, months, weeks? Days...?
Hours...?


For Ali-Rose life is just a fading moment. Fighting from her inevitable death is the only thing she can do to save her family from the grief that is sure to engulf them. But something on the horizon is about to change her life...
Forever...


(This is a Twilight fanfic set twelve years after the end of 'Breaking Dawn', but not from Bella's POV, from the POV of Ali-Rose - all will be revealed if you care to read on.)


(Author's Note: Before you read Mattie, please can I just point out that it was written when I was fourteen-fifteen years old, and it was also the first thing I ever wrote and finished, for my own benefit and that of a close friend. I know it has its flaws and I'm okay with that because this story made me grow as an author more than I could've imagined. I truly hope you enjoy it.)

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9. MAKE-OVERS

I WOKE UP TO ONLY TWO VAMPIRES IN MY ROOM FOR a change. Carlisle and Rosalie - Carlisle reading something on a piece of paper and Rosalie sitting on my chair, looking like a model for the stunning summer dress she was wearing. I yawned and sat up. Ow! Yawning – definitely a bad idea. I steadied my breathing and hopped out of bed, I remained standing this time.

“Hi Rose! What are you doing?”

“I was just watching you sleep, it’s peaceful.”

I gave her a puzzled look and went to sit on her lap. I lent my head against her smooth, flowing, honey coloured hair. She wrapped her cold marble arms around me and rocked me back and forth. Rosalie would have been a brilliant mother. Rosalie had always been the older sister – as well as Alice – that I never had, but she’d also been one of my many mothers.

“So . . .” I said. “What are we doing today?”

“Well . . .” Rosalie’s smile was breathtaking. “How do you fancy a little make-over?” I nodded my head eagerly.

“Brilliant. Neither Bella nor Nessie had any patience when it came to make-over’s. I’m so glad you like them.” I smiled at her and jumped up off her lap.

“Okay . . . where do you want me?”

“Jump in the shower and I’ll be waiting for you in here.”

“Okay!” I grabbed my towels and wheeled towards the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The last time I had looked in the mirror was Wednesday morning before I went to school. I looked like a different person. My health had most definitely deteriorated in the past few days. No wonder everyone was always asking me how I was. My deeply brunette hair didn’t have any life. It fell dully past my ears and ended half way down my neck. I used to have long hair, but last year, just before I went to school for the first time, Alice cut it short for me. It made me look like a different person, which was very useful. Anyone that had seen me before wouldn’t ever have recognised me. I ruffled my hand through my hair trying to make it do something, but it just returned to its original, lifeless position. My skin was a lot fairer than it had been before; it’d lost a lot of its colour. My tan – which I had unwillingly gained by staying outside often – had completely vanished. My eyes looked menacingly dark against my pale skin. I needed to hunt – and soon. It also looked like I had lost weight, but I couldn’t have done. I always ate what I was given, much to my distaste. I shook my head in despair. I jumped in the shower and tried to cheer myself up with the prospect of a make-over. I came out of the bathroom in my silk pink dressing gown. I didn’t think much to the colour pink, but it was a very nice dressing gown, bought by Rosalie and Alice on their last shopping trip. I re-entered my room and sat on the chair that Rosalie pointed to. Rosalie began brushing through my hair. She was so gentle, caring. I was sitting at my new dressing table. It had only been bought for me a couple of months ago. Sometimes I felt a bit guilty for all the presents I got. Most of the people I knew from school only got presents on their birthday and for Christmas. It wasn’t really fair that I got extra, but I wasn’t complaining. I looked at my reflection again.

“Rose?”

“Yes.”

“Do I look any better than I did yesterday, or the day before, or do I look worse?”

She looked into the mirror. It was quite funny to see our reflections side by side. She hesitated.

“Please tell me the truth Rose.” I turned round to look in her eyes this time. They were a light butterscotch, and I could see the worry in them.

“You look very similar to how you did yesterday and the day before. But during the day you perk up and look a lot better. Look at yourself in the mirror just after you’ve had your lunch. You should be able to see a change.”

“Okay, thanks Rose.” I turned back to my reflection and felt a bit better. Rose got the hair dryer out and started blow drying my hair. My hair was naturally curly, a bit like Renesmee’s. I didn’t understand why all the girls at school hated it when their hair was curly. I straightened my hair for school but left it curly at home, that way I could differentiate between my vampire self, and my human self. Rosalie finished blow drying my hair and plugged the hair straighteners in. I realised I had no idea what she was doing.

“Rose? What are you doing?”

She smiled mischievously. “I’m going to show Alice something.”

We sat in silence for a while, Rosalie concentrating on my hair, while I admired her. She was humming a soft tune to herself that I had never heard before. All the notes connected seamlessly together. She flicked the hair straighteners off and I looked closely at my reflection. A little colour had returned to my face and my hair was now stunningly straight. I smiled, and the whole reflection lit up. Smiling made me look a lot healthier. Rosalie disappeared for a second and returned with a bottle from the bathroom. I’d never seen the bottle before, I wondered what it was. Rosalie squirted, what looked like foam, onto her hand and started working it into my hair.

“What’s that?” I asked curiously.

“It’s going to make your hair lighter and shiny – so I’m told. But it washes right out so that’s good. Otherwise certain people would want to kill me.”

I chuckled. “Let me guess, those people would include: Edward, Bella, Nessie, and Jake? Am I right?”

“I’m not sure Nessie or Bella would want to kill me, but yes, that’s right.”

Rosalie finished putting the mystery substance in my hair and disappeared again. This time she returned with a pile of make-up.

“Umm . . . Rose? What’s wrong with my make-up?”

“Nothing, this is yours really.”

“I’ve never seen any of that stuff before.”

She looked up at me as she dropped the pile of make-up on my dressing table. I’d never seen so much make-up in one go before, apart from in shops.

“Alice and I buy it for you and then keep it away from you. Sorry. We don’t want to spoil you.”

 “Yeah because I never get spoiled!” I said sarcastically.

She smiled. “Okay, close your eyes.” I did as I was told. Rosalie got to work on my make-up, I didn’t know what she was doing, and I didn’t open my eyes once. Was she putting foundation on me?

Yes. There it was again. My voice. Answering my question. Rosalie didn’t seem to notice. It must have been in my head. I experimented, wondering what would work. I thought I’d start with a question that I knew the answer to. Is it Saturday today?

Yes. Okay. Now something more difficult. Is Emmett downstairs?

Yes. I knew the answer to that too, but it was only a guess. Now something I didn’t know the answer to. Is Jake downstairs?

Yes. Hmm . . . there seemed to be a pattern. Is Edward downstairs?

No. I wasn’t expecting that. Where is Edward? I waited - Nothing. Is Bella with Edward?

Yes. Maybe it only works with yes or no answers. Is Edward listening?

No. Great – the one time that I need him to be listening and he’s not. Typical.

“Okay I’m done.” This was Rosalie speaking now. I opened my eyes and was surprised by the face staring back at me. My skin was even lighter than before – white even – but I didn’t look unhealthy, I looked quite the opposite. I looked like a vampire. I beamed at my reflection in the mirror. I had soft pink eye shadow and lip gloss on, which highlighted how white I looked.

“Happy?”

“Very!”

“Good, let me just get you something to wear. Wait right there.”

I waited, still gazing in awe at the vampire in the mirror. Rosalie returned with an exact copy of the dress that she was wearing, but in a smaller size.

“Here,” she said as she took the dress off the hanger in one swift movement. “Try it on.” She picked up the make-up she had littered across my dressing table and vanished. I slipped on the dress, being very careful not to spoil my hair and make-up as I did so. It fitted perfectly, like I knew it would. I looked in the mirror again and noticed that Rosalie had parted my fringe down the middle and swept it to either side. It looked like my fringe had disappeared. My hair was now a light mousy brown. I didn’t notice that Rosalie was back in my room until she spoke.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it!”

“It’s yours.”

There was no point in arguing or protesting. “Thank you.”

Rosalie came over and hugged me tightly. “You’re welcome. Stay in here for a couple of minutes, we need to wait for Bella and Edward to come back.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want them to miss this! And plus, the look on Edwards face is sure to be priceless! So don’t think about this okay? I’ll come and get you in a minute - I think they’re coming back now.”

I nodded and she vanished again. I hopped onto my bed and began reading - it was the only sure way for me to not think about my make-over. I was reading Breaking Dawn. I just flicked to a random page and started reading. I was engrossed immediately. Rosalie appeared again – in what felt like five minutes, but was probably a quarter of an hour.

“Wow!”

“What?”

“Look in the mirror.” She answered simply. “You can think what you like, Bella’s shielding our thoughts.”

“Okay.”

 I was stunned by the person in the mirror again. It can’t have been me. She looked like a smaller version of Rosalie, but obviously not as beautiful. My hair was now honey blonde and shining wonderfully.

“Rose . . . I . . . what? – Wow!”

“Right, enough with the coherent speeches - let’s go!”

My excitement felt like it was going to overflow as we reached the stairs. Rosalie flew down the stairs to announce my arrival. Everything was a big drama!

“Ready Ali-Rose?”

“Yep.”

“Everyone, may I present Ali-Rosalie.”

I giggled and bounced down the remaining stairs. Everyone was gathered at the bottom of the stairs, smiles on their faces. Edward’s mouth dropped open for a second as he saw me. Rosalie was right – the look was priceless.

“Is this what you’ve been doing all morning Rose?” Alice said a little annoyed.

“Yep, good huh?”

“Yeah, and it gives me an idea. It’s my go tomorrow.”

Rosalie rolled her eyes.

“Does that stuff wash out?” Edward said still a little startled by my appearance.

“Yeah don’t worry. She’ll be back to normal as soon as she has a shower.”

“I never thought I’d have to put up with two blondies!” Jacob said.

“You look very nice.” Renesmee said looking back and forth between Rosalie and me. “But you know what would have been fun? If Bella, Alice and I had joined in, that would have given everyone a fright!”

“Five Rosalie’s! Can you imagine?!” Rosalie gave Edward a dirty look.

“It doesn’t matter what you think. Ali-Rose likes it.”

“I do. I love it! I look like a vampire! What more could I want?!”

Bella laughed. I could guess what she was thinking. For the rest of the day I followed Rosalie around copying her as much as I could. Just after lunch Edward asked me why I wanted to be like Rosalie, so I stuck my tongue out at him. I left Rosalie alone for a minute to go and look in the mirror. She was right, I did look better. I looked really good. I was glad - I looked like I finally belonged with the Cullen’s.

“Ali-Rose!” Esme called from the bottom of the stairs. “I’ve got something for you!” Esme had just returned from the supermarket. The supermarket fascinated Esme, she thought the humans were so funny, they have to go and buy their food, but the vast majority of them hated it. She only went to the supermarket when she needed to, every two weeks or so - when my food ran out. I ran down the stairs two at a time. Esme was standing in the door frame holding a DVD in her hand. I wondered why she’d bought it. We never watch DVD’s.

“I thought you’d like it. We can watch it tonight. We deserve a good laugh.” She handed me the DVD. It was Twilight. I gasped painfully.

“Wow! They got Bella and Edward all wrong!”

“I know, it should be funny, I’ve got the other three with me as well, but we can watch them another time.”

“Thanks Esme, it’s going to be great!”

I sped off and nearly collided with the sofa.

“Look at this!” I gave the DVD to Bella who burst into a fit of laughter.

“Look at us Edward!”

Everyone had got up and had gathered around Bella, staring at the DVD cover and laughing.

“That’s so wrong!” She still couldn’t stop laughing.

“Bella, you’ve always been more beautiful than her.” Edward stated.

“But I’m sure she’s a better actor than me!”

“Most likely.” Edward allowed.

“Shall we put it on then?” I said jumping up and down.

“I think we should otherwise you’re going to explode!” Jacob said, but he seemed to be just as excited as I was.

“Okay, this is going to be embarrassing.” Rosalie said as she took the DVD and put it in the DVD player.

We all squeezed into the chairs. The smaller sofa held Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper, with Alice on the floor at Jasper’s feet. The armchair held Carlisle, with Esme on his lap. And on the bigger sofa was Jacob, with me curled up in his lap, Renesmee, Bella and Edward. I didn’t stop giggling the whole time. We cheered and cringed as the Cullen’s were introduced.

“Edward you look like a right loser!” I said as Edward’s actor sat down in Forks lunch hall.

“Don’t worry Edward.” Renesmee added. “You’re not a loser anymore.”

“Look at your hair Jasper!” Emmett scoffed. “It’s ridiculous!”

“You can talk!” Jasper added, pointing at the actor playing Emmett.

They continued teasing each other as the film went on. Jacob laughed loudly, unable to control himself, as Bella went to La Push.

“Are they supposed to be Quil and Embry?”

“I guess so.” Bella answered still laughing from when she first saw the Cullen’s in the lunch hall.

“Was I that aggressive?” Edward asked when we were about half way through the film.

“No.” Bella said a little confused. “I don’t know where they got that from.”

My favourite scene was when Bella went to the Cullen’s house. The house was beautiful, but it wasn’t ours.

“Bella, was I ever that bad?” Rosalie asked, cringing as she was hostile towards Bella. “No Rose, you were never that bad.” Bella said comfortingly.

“At least never to her face.” Edward added, taking his chance to remind Rosalie of her past thoughts about Bella.

“Nice entrance Alice,” I noted as Alice and Jasper came in through the window. “Very classy.” 

“My hair’s all wrong. And the outfit, I don’t have anything like that.” Alice moaned.

“Alice, this is supposed to be make-believe.”

“Yeah, but you would think it would be more accurate.”

The baseball scene was good. The backing track – muse – fitted perfectly.

“Baseball yesterday was much more exciting.” I said, watching as the actors ran around a baseball field.

“Mainly because you, Nessie, Bella and I were playing -obviously.” Jacob said.

We carried on watching intently - Jacob and I doing most of the teasing. We all cheered as Alice ripped James’ head off.

“I didn’t know you did that Alice.” Emmett said teasing her. “I remember Jazz and I doing all the work!”

We all cringed at the prom scene, laughing at Bella’s old school friends.

“You know,” Bella said as she and Edward stepped outside. “I’m sure Eric wasn’t Chinese.”

Edward laughed at her comment. “You’re right, he wasn’t.”

Jacob and I swayed as the prom music played.

“One thing’s for sure,” Renesmee said as the credits rolled. “I’m glad I wasn’t born!”

“Can we watch New Moon now?” I asked.

Everyone stared at me in disbelief. “You have to be joking me!” Emmett said. “I think we’ve all suffered enough for one day.”

“Maybe tomorrow.” Esme suggested.

“Speaking of tomorrow,” Alice said looking like a tiny pixie as she sat on the floor. Edward chuckled at my thought.

“Can someone nudge him for me?” I scowled at Edward. Renesmee lent over Bella and nudged Edward. “Thanks. Yes Alice?”

Alice looked confused, but carried on anyway. “Are you still up for another make-over tomorrow?”

“Definitely!” I answered.

“Good, because tomorrow I’m having my go.”

 

The next day was much the same as the day before. I woke up to two vampires in my room again. This time it was Alice sitting in my chair. My reflection looked exactly the same as it did yesterday. I didn’t look for very long, I couldn’t stand it. Alice put a lot of product in my hair, as well as using a similar bottle to the one that Rosalie had used yesterday. It took longer to become Alice-Rose than it had to become Ali-Rosalie. I had a very Alice-y outfit on. I was wearing a long grey top with leggings - an outfit that was now mine. It didn’t take very long for my hair to become deep black. I looked just like Alice. I danced around the house after her all day trying to copy her grace and elegance. It would be difficult to return to the human world tomorrow.

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