A/N: I do not own these characters. They are the property and creation of the lovely Stephenie Meyer.


London Calling

The screams from the room upstairs were hardly bearable, and yet the sound of them gave me a little smile on my face. I turned to the love of my life, and he smiled back, finally fully at ease with his surroundings. Then he took my hand and we strolled out of the house.

"Alice. Alice! Alice, are you with us?!" asked my rather impatient sister, Rosalie.

"Yes, sorry. Just another look into the future. You're going to buy the blue one." I replied, granted it was a lie, but Rose was so caught up in herself she would never know the difference.

We enjoyed our time shopping at Harrod's in London. It was winter at home in Denali, and I had to go shopping, so Rose, Esme, and I came to London for a few weeks for some rest and relaxation. The rest of the day was spent going from floor to floor buying our money's worth of stylish clothes and accessories. Things that we couldn't imagine getting back in Denali. Aside from the lack of high end shopping, Denali was a dream for me and my family. We could all, all five of us, live there with our closest friends and not have to worry about people becoming suspicious of us or our way of life. Granted that was because people didn't really live around us, or spend much time at the base of Mount McKinley.

But even with this ideal living arrangement, we all needed to spend some time away from home. For me, the last straw was Edward breaking a fourth door in a week; all in an attempt to get away from Tanya and another of her failed attempts at seducing him. I would have felt bad for him, if the door hadn't have been to my room.

He had come to me again, basically begging me to see if there would ever be an end to Tanya's obsession. I had to tell him the truth, that I couldn't see anything about her. I hadn't been able to see much the past few months. Yet every so often I could see random scenes that made no sense. A huge mountain clearing. A lush green forest. And Edward, smiling and standing at what looked like an altar.

But, when we were in London, all these images were replace by one recurring scene. It was Jasper and I, standing in a lovely room in what appeared in be a house, and we were both so at peace, yet there was this almost demonic screaming coming from somewhere upstairs. And still we both just left the house. Not to get away from the noise or the brutality that was obviously going on, but to be together somewhere else, maybe like a date or something.

Every time this image crept its way back into my mind I did everything I could to shut it out; just like I had done that morning in Harrods.

The time we spent in London was lovely, as it always was. I remember my first trip there, and the way I pleaded with Esme to keep the family in the city that I loved. I had set up the best argument, it was the 1960s and London was still booming and rebuilding after the war. But Esme, the beautiful caring creature she is told me that the family couldn't live there all together. It would be too hard on Carlisle. As devastated as I was, I knew that for Carlisle to say no, it must truly be painful to return.

So after a few short weeks we returned to the winter wonderland that was our home, Denali. And I could return to my love, Jasper.