I gasped as the ruby eyes opened.
The eyes screamed for help, but my ears did not hear a sound.
The vision faded, but the memory had laid an imprint on my soul.
I would pay any price to release those eyes from pain.
Chapter 1: Pissing off the Pixie.
Technically I wasn't asleep. I hadn't slept in years. Sleep was for mortals to give their weak vessels a chance to recharge.
Behind me, I heard my husband hiss as a protective warning. He was much more handsome than any alarm clock.
I allowed my eyes to open and focused on the lumbering giant closing in on me.
"Wakey wakey" boomed Emmett in a voice that made the ground tremble "Rise and shine!"
Smiling sweetly, I blinked once and calmly extended my foot at the exact time that his groin reached the same position.
The protective warning turned into a sympathetic groan in harmony with my brother gasping from his now foetal position on the floor.
"Was that really necessary, Alice?" Edward muttered in my ear.
"Seems like your brother has just learned one of the Cullen golden rules... Don't piss off the pixie" chimed a voice from the other side of the room.
"Awww, Rosie, please don't be like that. She might have hurt your little friend" grunted Emmett.
"Little is the correct word" I grinned "I've done you no permanent damage... what do you think that vision was about? I saw you coming even before you did".
(Edward Point of View)
Sighing to myself, I watched Emmett recover from the attack on his 'little friend'.
His thoughts grumbled across the room "Damnit, she saw me again. What do I have to do to get something past her?"
I smirked. When would he learn that surprising my wife was beyond his capability? Either she would have a vision, or I would hear her thoughts and silently tip her off. I've been around her long enough to know that its not in my best interest to piss off the pixie.
His wife didn't seem distressed by his discomfort. Her thoughts had already returned to her favourite topic... herself.
"Rosie, monkey man needs a special cuddle" whined Emmett as he swept her into his arms and disappeared with speed to their room.
Not wanting to pay witness to the physical examination of Emmett's little friend, I found myself exiting into the cool inky night.
Closing my eyes and sniffing the air, I let my senses follow the invisible, yet individual, scented path that my wife had left in her wake.
I felt her presence grow stronger and her thought pattern took an encouraging turn. My feet moved faster to find her perched on a boulder overlooking the ocean.
Suddenly she spun and I found myself drowning in her liquid gold eyes.
"You've kept me waiting a long time"
Chapter 2: Monster in the Mirror
(Jasper's Point of View)
Fear swirled around me combining with the sudden pungent scent of urine.
"Please don't kill me" sobbed my prey "I've got so much to live for!"
I snarled. I had nothing to live for, yet no one to kill me.
This human was begging me to spare their life. It wasn't to know that the begging tore a ragged edge through my long-dead heart.
I hated the bitter taste that the fear gave me, but I needed to eat. Without the blood in my system, I would grow weak.
Weakness is a sign of failure.
Wars weren't won by the scared. My scars were proof of that.
The bitter feeling was almost overwhelming.
"Take what you want. Anything you need" it begged.
Did I really need a more blatant invitation?
Flicking my wrist, I broke the neck of the human. I grabbed my knife and sliced his neck open to peruse the menu.
My teeth would do a better job than the knife, but the scar gave humans no reason to suspect any supernatural assistance in the demise of my dinner.
To give the scene the appearance of a robbery, I sniffed out the human's wallet and scattered the contents. Before I could continue, a photo in the wallet caught my eye.
Oh dear Lord above.
I'm a monster.
