Sight
Jasper was in the living room, waiting for me to find some clothes I didn't mind to get ruined. Blood stains like you wouldn't believe. I finally found a pale blue cardigan and dark denim capris. How could the rest of them even stand to wear simple outfits like jeans and a tee shirt? Too boring. I skipped down the stairs to the door.
"Are you planning on just sitting on the couch, or are you thirsty?" I asked. Hunting was a lot more pleasant once Jasper had lost his human blood craving. We could actually have some fun.
"Esme, we'll be back by tomorrow," I shouted to the kitchen, where my mother, if that's the correct term, was making Renesmee her lunch.
"Have fun!" she replied.
"Oh boy, the dog's here. I'll be in my room," I heard Rosalie say from the laundry room. I opened the door just as Jacob was about to take the first step.
"Nessie's in her room," I replied to his unspoken question. I really had gotten accustomed to routine. Jasper and I continued out to the forest. Sometimes him knowing about every little feeling was annoying.
"You really are the only vampire I've ever heard of who can get sick," he said, rolling his eyes playfully at me.
"Yeah. It really sucks." He cornered me to a tree as I began rubbing my temples.
"Now, what exactly is the cure to your headaches?" he said. It was more of a mysterious statement than a question. We'd been through this too many times.
"Jasper, Edward'll kill us if you kiss me in range. Keep moving a mile or so. Then he won't be able to tell." I glanced toward the house. He rolled his eyes but kept walking. That's one of my favorite things about hunting with Jazz. He wasn't always in a rush. We could just walk human speed until we caught a scent. It was nice.
"Think it's been a mile yet?" he asked impatiently.
"You know, Emmett really is rubbing off on you too much." I knew that was a lie. My Jasper wouldn't ever come near to my brother. The headache got worse.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked.
"I don't know. I haven't gotten a headache this bad since Bella was pregnant," I replied wearily. I could remember how terrible that was. It was kind of nice getting to know Jacob, though. And it sure paid off being used to dog smell once he started coming over regularly, for Renesmee.
"Hmm. No clue?"
"No clue." It was somehow getting worse. I felt kind of lightheaded, like I was going to faint. And as far as I knew, that wasn't even possible for our kind.
"Alice…" Jasper trailed off, confused. I realized I was swaying a bit. I grabbed his arm for balance.
"Maybe we should take you back to Carlisle…" he trailed off again.
"No, no. I'm fine. Just, need to hunt. That's all," I lied. Bad idea. Of course he could know if I was lying! I really was out of it. I got along like that for a mile or so more, with him eying me carefully.
"Jasper…" I trailed off. I leaned onto him as I blacked out.
"I don't know what happened. She said she was having a headache, we kept walking a little, and then she just- well this! I'm not really sure if you could call it fainting," I heard Jasper say. I peeled my eyes open a little, just enough to see Carlisle and Jasper leaning over me, confused.
"Jazz…" I tried, but it barely came out as a whisper.
"Right here," he said as he set his hand on my arm.
"She up?" Emmett asked from across the room.
"I'm gonna say a maybe. She still looks kind of out of it." Jasper said. I blinked a few times, then perched myself on my elbow. Jazz helped me sit up.
"Alice, how're you feeling?" Carlisle asked.
"Still kind of dizzy," I said.
"Carlisle- what's wrong with her?" Jasper asked.
"I'm not really sure. Go get some blood from the kitchen, maybe it really is that she's starved." He got up and went to the kitchen. And came back a heartbeat later with a glass of red liquid.
"Alice, see if you can keep this down," Carlisle instructed. I was shaky as I reached for the drink. Jasper's hand set on top of mine to steady it. I sipped it a little, but didn't feel any better. I took another drink, bigger this time, but nothing.
"Finish it, Alice. Please, just try," Jasper pleaded. I drank about half more of the glass, and felt a little better.
"Jasper, why don't you take her up to your room for some quiet," Carlisle suggested. Jazz nodded, took the glass, and scooped me up in his arms. I draped my arms around his neck weakly. He walked me up to our room, and set me carefully on the loveseat, like I was as fragile as a human. He sat down on the other half and cradled me into his chest.
"Alice, come on, what's going on?" he asked. He knew about as well as I did what was going on though. I shifted, so that I was laying across the couch with my head buried into his chest.
"Ohh! This is torture!" I sobbed dryly into his shirt. He stroked my hair.
"I know, sweetie, you'll be okay though. Carlisle's going to figure this out. You're okay," he tried. I continued with that for an hour or so.
"You still thirsty?" he asked. I nodded quickly. I was parched. He got up without missing a beat. I heard him ask Carlisle if it would be okay for me to leave.
"Let's go," he said, as he helped me up from the sofa. I reached my feet to the ground, but didn't let go. Too dizzy. He kept hold on my arm as we walked out of the house. I stumbled a bit on the stairs, but was fine.
"Are you sure you can't come up with any reasons for this?" he inquired. I had to hold my breath and tense my muscles as the ache returned.
"Not really," I replied. And I couldn't. It seemed totally random for this to just come up! No reason whatsoever! It was beginning to make me angry. Which of course, just made the sickness worse.
"You think Renesmee'll have something happen? That's why you got this when Bella had her." I couldn't think straight.
"Let's just, try to figure this out at home. I'm starving," I said, trying to end the subject. Twilight was approaching, and we'd never even picked up a trail. I was becoming bored, and the headache was worsening. I was getting dizzier, and my vision was getting blurred.
"Oh…" I trailed off. I pulled my hand up to keep my head straight.
"Alice…?" Jasper muttered, worried.
"I'm fine. Just have to…take a break for a minute." I said, as I slumped down a little. Jazz caught me, and i sat on his lap beneath a huge oak tree. He laid his arms around my stomach, and I set mine on top. This would make such a great photo, if not for the misery I was enduring. I pulled myself up closer to his face, and leaned my head into his shoulder. Jasper leaned his face down and pulled me upright. He stared at my weary eyes in confusion.
"How is it this is happening? Even with Nessie it was never this bad!" he said in frustration. I began to get up, but he beat me to it and was pulling me up a moment later. I leaned on the tree for a moment, to regain my balance. He took that opportunity for my 'cure'. He leaned in, grasping my arms to keep me balanced, and kissed me. It was short, but did the trick. I felt more alert from the surprise attack. We continued walking. When Jasper caught a scent, I was forbidden to hunt. Which I was actually glad about. I didn't have the energy. He caught and killed a few deer, and let me drain them. Then we headed back.
"You feel better?" he questioned.
"A little, I guess. Not way too much. Still a bit dizzy," I replied. We got to the house soon enough. Jasper zoomed me back up to the room, and set me down.
"I'll be right back, I'm just going to get Carlisle to check." He left the room, only to be replaced by Renesmee. She ran up and plopped down next to me.
"Are you gonna be okay, Aunt Alice?" she asked as she leaned in and hugged me.
"Yes, I'm okay Nessie." She pulled back, and accidentally scratched my arm. I felt a little sting ripple from my wrist, but thought nothing of it. Until I looked down.
Spanning from my wrist to my elbow was a huge, deep gash. Just a clean cut through. Renesmee and I stared in disbelief at the wound.
"How…?"
"Did I really…?"
"This is impossible!" Then Carlisle and Jasper entered the room. At first, they had no idea what we were gaping at. Until they looked closer.
"How'd this happen?" Carlisle demanded.
"Renesmee…" I trailed off.
"I accidentally scratched her arm…" Nessie followed. We were still in shock.
"We have to do a little experiment," Carlisle said, "Jasper, go find Emmett." Jazz disappeared, only to come back a minute later with Em.
"Renesmee, try as hard as you can to scratch Emmett. Really try," Carlisle instructed. She looked confused, but then dug her nails into Em's skin. She pulled her arm down. No damage.
"This might be worse than just starvation."
