Listened to a John Mayer song, and thought of this. Enjoy.
Alice stared out the window of her room at tiny little Forks. She sighed. Dear God, Alice thought. What have I done to deserve this?
Carlisle opened the door and peered in. "Alice?" Alice turned to look at her father.
"Yes?"
He smiled faintly. "Just checking on you." Alice gave a fond smile.
"Thank you, Father." Carlisle left, closing the door quietly behind him. Turning back to the window, Alice sighed again. She wondered what was happening to her brothers and sisters. Things were so lonely up in the mansion with only your surrogate father for company. The rain began to pour down heavily. Alice closed her eyes and listened to the white noise of the rain outside. Peace.
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Carlisle walked down the hall, brooding just a bit. His lovely wife had ran off to find her Rosalie and Emmett. To his abject shame, Carlisle found himself thinking Esme was just bored with him. He shook his head, dislodging the thought. Esme would never leave me for that. She just wanted dear beautiful Rosalie back. He sighed contentedly as his thoughts turned to his remaining daughter, Alice. Alice had made no attempt to leave. In fact she had made it quite clear that she would stay.
"Father?" Alice's voice called from behind him. He turned with a light smile. Alice had that effect on him.
"What is it, Alice?"
She looked a tad bashful at the ceiling before answering. "Father, can we move to another town? Forks...well, it's Forks."
Carlisle laughed. He knew. Forks held so many memories for them. It was hard to even hunt with the reputation that followed them. "Where would you like to go, Alice?"
"...How about Texas?" Carlisle cracked up at this. Alice was clearly making a joke. Alice giggled and recanted, "Okay, maybe not Texas. Cape Town." Carlisle nodded.
"If that is what would make you happy, I am glad to oblige." The hall seemed to glow with contentment. That is what it was like for Carlisle and Alice.
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Alice took one last long look at the house. So many memories, so little time. Bella...where ever you are... Carlisle walked by, stopping to look at his daughter.
"Alice? Are you alright?"
Alice blinked and curled her mouth in a grin. "I was thinking about Bella and that time we threw her a birthday party." Carlisle couldn't help but smile too. That had been a most eventful day. Everybody in the family had been shocked that Edward could withstand the rich scent of blood, especially since Bells was so seductive in scent for him. "She still had that scar when she left, didn't she?"
Carlisle nodded and continued to load the car. "Get the copper plated chest, will you, Alice?" Alice complied, holding the heavy copper trunk with one hand. That bronze chest contained records from everywhere the family had been, starting with Carlisle in England, from his turning. Alice took special care with it. Carlisle locked the door and got in the car, handing the keys to Alice. She started the car, and drove off, not bothering to look back. "On the road again?"
She smiled sweetly. "We are always on the road, Father. What makes this time different?"
"I'm sorry, Alice. I'm just so used to traveling with a larger group." Carlisle sighed. "It used to be such a big ordeal to move, what with roots and connections...and now, an hour ago we decided to leave, and we just left. No fireworks, no mess, no fanfare." He looked a little depressed. Alice put a hand on his shoulder.
"Well, until we can find them, this is the way it is. Don't worry, Father," she reassured. "Just because people found out Jasper, Rosalie and Edward were vampires doesn't mean they're gone."
Yes, tis short. But I'll do more soon.