This is probibly the first good Twilight fan fiction I've written. It will be the seccond officaly, although I have not uplaoded the first - it's finnished but there's just so many plotholes...

Anyway, here is the preface.

Wonderer ~

The full length glass window at the end of the room had misted up with condensation from the rain. Tonight was no different from any other. Edward was out at Bella's house again, Carlisle was all over his studies, Esme – her sketching, Emmett and Rosalie were sitting together downstairs watching a romance drama. And my wife… my beautiful perfect Alice, was gently going through dress after dress. She wanted Bella's birthday to be amazing - even though it was at least three months away. I knew, of course, she wouldn't approve of this when she found out. She seemed to hate special occasions so much.

Alice found something she seemed to like. I could feel her content but then disappointment as she found the dress she had chosen had a rip at the hem. She fumbled over the stitching that was now loose. The corners of my mouth turned upwards at her love for clothes. She could have any she ever wanted now – though she had enough for ever day for the next year or so.

"That's not funny." She muttered. Alice thought I was laughing at the fact the dress she liked was ripped?

"That's not what I found amusing." I replied.

She gave a small smile herself, walking over the dresser. It seemed she was forever using that sewing box I had bought her all those years ago. Replacing items inside occasionally, though it was still in perfect condition. She took a seat on the stool, extracting a needle and thread, and then stitching up the small tear in the black material.

"You know," She wondered aloud. "I should really buy some more black thread…"

Just as the last stick was sewn, the lights flickered slightly. Alice paused for a split second and then groaned, cutting the cotton thread. You couldn't tell that the dress had ever looked torn.

"The lights are going out again." Alice was slightly annoyed by this. She lit the scented candles around the room before the lights disappeared completely, and then hung up the dress back in the wardrobe. The doors of the built in wardrobe were mirrored. More than half contained all of her clothes.

She jumped up next to me on the bed and nestled herself against me. Alice… my Alice was so small. I distantly wondered about her human life. Her human story was terribly tragic. Not long ago, she had been forced to remember what ad happened. It had once been forgotten. Alice seemed different after that night when it had all been uncovered. I didn't know if it was better she didn't know.

Sometimes her depression was so overwhelming, but I didn't care. I had to be there for her. She was my world and I loved her. Other times I would find random feelings were coming from her – guilt was one. I had asked her, but she shook it off making excuses. That was before I found out what she had actually been doing – tracking down more information from her past. Alice hadn't made it some on going thing – at first I had been anxious that she might upset herself, but she was quite glad about the whole thing. But she started becoming obsessed, spending almost every night searching through papers and articles. She would spend days on her laptop. So I had to show her that the past didn't matter, it was here and now, and for some reason – she believed me.

"We should go for a run." I said out of the blue.

She laughed quietly. "I know you like the rain but this is ridiculous."

I said nothing, waiting for her agreement.

"I'm not going without a coat though." She folded her arms.

I kissed her passionately. "I love you." I could feel her adoration, which made me smile.

"Love you too." Alice replied showing her glistening white teeth.

We ran faster than the rain could fall. It felt amazing – it was the reason I loved the rain. Eventually, the small droplets of water soaked bother of us to the skin. At least twenty minutes must have passed and we had gone in a complete circle, criss-crossing through the woods. Neither of us wanted to go to far.

Before we could run any further a sudden flourish of shock almost knocked me off my feet. Alice had slowed down and was now at a stand still. I turned around to see her standing as still as stone. Her eyes looked so hollow. I rarely saw her like this. It made me feel sick to my stomach.

"Alice? Alice!" I called to her, now at her side, my hand on her shoulder.

"Jasper?" She whimpered. Her sweet voice sounded so hurt, I didn't need my gift to know what she was feeling.

"I'm here, I'm here." I soothed her, bringing her close to my chest. She embraced me willingly.

"They're all going to die…" Alice sobbed tearlessly. "They're all going to die."

Definition... (Latin)
Affectus; Emotional