It was a normal day in the Cullen's house, everything was going perfectly fine. Emmett and Jasper were in the living room watching football, Edward was at Bella's house, Esme was cleaning, Carlisle was working, Rosalie was in her and Emmett's room, and last but not least, Alice. She was reading a sappy romantic book when it happened. She was no longer reading, she was standing above the bodies of her family, piled together in a burning flame of death. She wanted to cry, she really did, the emotions she was feeling were so great it hurt. But she didn't. She couldn't cry.
"Alice…" She turned to the black-haired man. "Join us." She looked at Aro, utter sadness and hurt apparent in her golden eyes. The thought of being alone was so great, she couldn't take it. She didn't want to be alone. But she also didn't want to live with the vampires who murdered her family. In the end, the loneliness won over.
"Alright…" she said at last, taking the man's outstretched hand. The vision faded, and she was back again, still reading her book but not seeing the words. She was horrified with her vision. She needed to leave. Leave before the vision became reality. Jasper, sensing Alice's distress, lightly knocked on the door.
"Alice…? Are you alright…?" Alice turned to Jasper, forming a lie in her head.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Just a sad part in the book." He looked disbelieving, and Alice gave a convincing smile. "Jasper, I'm fine. Really." He sighed, giving a small nod and leaving the room. Alice set her book down, flying around her room and packing a small bag of belongings. She packed clothes, shoes, books, her bathroom things, money, and a small picture of her family, another of her and Jasper. She stared at the pictures in her hands sadly, knowing she had to leave but not exactly wanting to. She set the framed pictures in her bag, zipping it up and slinging it over her shoulder. There was one last thing she needed to do before leaving. She grabbed a paper and pencil, writing a small note. She wrote, Don't look for me. I love you. She folded the paper, writing Jasper's name on the front. She set the note on the pillow of her and Jasper's shared bed, giving a small, sad smile. She walked over to the window, pushing it open. She climbed up onto the window sill, jumping off and landing effortlessly on the ground below. Goodbye… Everyone. She took off running into the forest, avoiding going anywhere near Bella's house so Edward wouldn't hear her thoughts.
Alice, now on a plane, sadly thought about the events that had led to her leaving her family. She sighed, closing her eyes and leaning her head back on the seat.
"Miss… Is everything alright?" Alice opened her golden eyes to see a young flight attendant looking at her, concern written over her facial expression. The female had silky blonde locks of hair pulled into a tight ponytail, bright blue eyes and light make up. Not too much, but not too little. Alice gave a small nod after awhile, giving the girl a smile.
"Yes. I'm fine. Thanks for the concern." The blonde hesitated, but gave a nod in return, leaving Alice to her thoughts. This is going to be a long flight…
Alice stepped off of the plane, looking around in wonder. It was night, of course, and the lights in this city were amazing. It was almost like daylight but without the day. Paris is wonderful… At least I know I'll enjoy living here. She kept walking, her bag hanging from her shoulder. Now… To find a place to live…
In the end, Alice decided she'd rather have a look around then find a place to live. The stress was so great at losing the only people she cared about, she didn't think she could take the stress of having to find a new home. So, here she stood, staring up at the most amazing structure she'd ever seen. The Eiffel Tower. She found herself missing Jasper, and she started sobbing, even if her sobs were dry and tearless.
"Etes-vous d'accord?" Alice turned to an 18-year-old girl with short, chin-length, brown hair. The girl's deep brown eyes were staring at her sympathetically. There was a girl about the same age behind her with long black hair, looking off in another direction with a bored expression on her face. Alice nodded after a moment.
"Oui. Je vais bien." The girl, upon hearing Alice's poor French accent, realized she was American.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Are you American?" Alice nodded. The girl smiled at her. "You have very good French for an American, but your accent needs some work. Hi. I'm Cybele." she stuck out her hand. Alice took it, shaking it.
"I'm Alice. Alice Cullen." the girl smiled warmly.
"And this is Avril. She doesn't talk much." she said, pointing at the black-haired girl behind her, earning her an angry glare. Cybele looked down at the bag Alice was carrying. "Oh. Did you just move here?" Alice nodded. The girl's face went bright. "Do you have a place to live? Because if you don't, you can move in with us." Alice shook her head.
"No, I don't, but I'd rather not be a bother to you two…"
"No, no! It's fine. Really." she cut in, giving an excited grin. "We would love it if you'd move in." After looking behind her at Avril, she turned back. "Well… Heh… I would love it if you'd move in…" Alice, after thinking it over, finally gave a sigh.
"Alright." The brown-haired girl gave a squeak of excitement, jumping up and down.
"Yay! This is going to be great! Isn't it, Avril?" she asked, turning and giving Avril a you-better-agree-with-me look. Avril sighed, crossing her arms.
"Yeah. Sure. Whatever." Alice gave a small smile. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad trying to find a place to live…
"So… What do you think?" Alice looked around the room. It was large and had a great view over the city. The room was painted a deep red color, the bed sheets matching stylishly. There was a desk by the huge window, with a computer and vase with red roses set on top of it. The window had cream-colored drapes and Alice walked over, looking out at the city. They were 40th story of a tall building, and she could see almost everything from up here. She turned around, smiling at Cybele.
"Yes. I love it." There was a large bookshelf and a walk-in closet. She was going to enjoy stocking that up. She set her bag down next to the bed, sitting down on the soft sheets. Avril had gone to bed the second they got there, not saying one word.
"Yay! I'm glad!" Cybele squeaked, sitting down on the bed next to her. "So… Where did you used to live before coming here to the oh-so amazing city of Paris?" she asked. Alice looked down. Again, the emotions and sadness were brought back to the surface.
"Forks, Washington." she replied. The girl gave her a strange look.
"Isn't that place kind of… small?" Alice nodded.
"Yeah, but I used to live in larger places. My family and I just got tired after awhile of living in huge places and decided to settle down in a smaller town." Cybele looked thoughtful.
"Oh. What's your family like?" Cybele and Alice sat for hours getting to know each other when Cybele yawned. "I'm tired… I think I'm going to go to bed, now. Goodnight." she stood, leaving the room. Alice smiled. She really thought she was going to get to like Cybele. She didn't know if she could exactly say the same for Avril… She let out a sigh, standing and turning off the light. She laid back down in the bed, rolling over and hugging herself. She missed her family… and Jasper… She let out a dry sob and waited for the long night to be over, trying not to think about the emptiness that leaving her family had left inside her.