Dark Thunder clouds rumbled aimlessly above us as the downpour of rain created a familiar wash of sound. The only thing that seemed to touch me in this endless moment of no emotions was a strange glowing coming from behind my sister's tombstone. My pulse began to quicken as the familiar flow of adrenaline welcomed me. As I approached the tombstone the light disappeared. Even though I was a severe skeptic and didn't hold a place for angels and ghosts in my heart something attracted me to this glow. It felt like electricity flowing through my veins. A spark that had brought me back to life. Rosalie Lillian Hale McCarthy 1981-2006. Rosalie was two years older than me but she took care of me in a way our birth mother never could. When I was four Carlisle and Esme took us in. Gave us a home. We owed many favors to them, but in a sense I had always blamed them for Rosalie's death. If they hadn't let her go out that night she would have been alive. With a sigh I got up onto my feet and stalked off into my car thinking about the glow, and Rosalie. Home welcomed me and brought an old air of nostalgia, but I was to tired to think. Without a thought I jumped into bed welcoming the dark endless portal that was my sleep. Unlike I had expected, a dream came to me. The glow returned. This time though I was able to approach the glow, as I got closer warmth and the strange sense off attraction enveloped me in its comfort and for once I felt as if nothing had actually changed. I was so close now that I could see the glow's face. Soon a female figure shone out of the light. She was short; in fact she was petit with short spiky dark hair that hung around her face loosely. Her skin was pale and flawless, a few freckles here and there. When I got to her eyes I knew I was in too deep. Her eyes were a bright blue, bluer than the oceans, bluer than the skies; I was lost in her ocean eyes. Her face was very angular, her cheekbones cutting out into her face perfectly. She was the pure reincarnation of beauty. She was Alice. With a start I fell off the couch. The suns first rays were peeking through my windows. With a huff I gathered myself off the ground and into the shower. The warm water relaxed my previously tense muscles. I jumped when I heard the phone ring. I knew I couldn't delay this any longer. "Hello?" I asked rudely. "I just wanted to say I'm really sorr-" I slammed the phone onto the receiver, tears forming in the corner of my eyes. It'd been more that a year since Rosalie had died, and ever since then I'd been plagued by these phone calls. They claimed the knew what I was going through, but I knew they didn't know. No one knew. She was my sister, my best friend. And one man had taken that away from me. I would never forgive her killer. Never as long as I lived. I would hate that man forever. I could feel the hate radiating off of me rolling in pools onto the floor. I would kill him. Torture him the way he tortured Rose. I almost screamed my heart jumping out of my chest when I heard her voice. It was better than her looks, if that was possible. She sounded like bells chiming. When I turned my head to the source of the sound my breath hitched in my throat. There she was. The angel my dreams. Alice. My pulse quickened, and my cheeks grew warmer. "Oh shit." I whispered. I was sure I was growing crazy. But just to make sure I slowly extended my hand towards the glowing figure. Alice cringed into the corner of the wall fading slightly. Somewhere from the unearthed depths of my heart I broke down. It hurt me strangely to see her hurt. It felt as if someone had thrust a rusted dagger into my heart and was twisting it slowly. I reached forward and in an effort to comfort her I molded my hand to the side of her face gently. It felt as if a shock was running through me. The whole room seemed to glow momentarily before fading out completely. I looked back at Alice to see that she was no longer glowing, but she had acquired a strange translucent hue. "How can you see me?" she whispered slowly and carefully, her voice cracking as if she hadn't used it in a while. Her eyes resonated pure and absolute terror, I wanted to hold her in my arms, to make it all ok. I couldn't stand her pain. It strangely hurt me too. "I don't know..." I trailed off thinking about how I of all people would be chosen for such a rare twist of events. Suddenly I burst into laughter. For no reason. She looked at me incredulously as if I had gone mad. Which I had. "I'm sorry, Alice..." I said in between fits of laughter. Alice audibly tensed. "How did you know my name?" She whispered. My laughter stopped dead. How did I know her name? "I don't know..." I answered. A part of me wanted to laugh. This was the second time I'd said that to this angel. "Ok, so we have both established that I'm going crazy, but what are you? I mean you're definitely not alive." Alice looked shocked, as if I had insulted her. "Look at you! You're like pale and almost see through!" I couldn't stop myself, the words came pouring out. She quickly composed herself again. "Me? Look at you! I bet your some player who thinks he owns it all! Well you know what Mr. Jasper Alexander Hale, YOU DON'T!" she almost shouted. This time it was I who had tensed. How did she know MY name? "How do you know my name?" I whispered, intrigued that this reincarnation of pure beauty knew me. "Well, Well I honestly don't know and to tell you the truth Mr. Jasper I don't care, and who do you exactly think you are going around judging people?" That hit a nerve and before I knew it I was shouting back. "Oh really Alice, now who do you think you are, barging into my home and intruding on my personal life, you know what? I DON'T NEED YOU! And I really don't need this." Alice stared at me blankly before falling onto her knees sobbing uncontrollably. Immediately I felt horrible. That dagger was twisting in my heart slower and harder now. Watching her on the floor sobbing broke me. I instinctively knelt down besides her and wrapped my arms around her holding her so close to me she was almost molded to me. Alice was so small, so fragile she almost disappeared in my embrace. Her tiny hands fisted around my thin grey t-shirt, she clutched herself to me. Soon her sobs died down and she looked up at me, her eyes grew distant and blank and suddenly sparked back to life. Before I knew it she started screaming and pushing me away screaming "NO! DON'T HURT ME! I WONT TELL ANYONE PLEASE! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Her tiny hands clawed at my shirt pushing me away. I had no idea what had plagued her. I didn't let her out of my embrace, if anything I only held her closer. I made calming sounds and gently rocked Alice until her screams turned into moans, and her moans finally quieted into whimpers and in my arms Alice faded away and disappeared. I couldn't help it, I panicked. Jasper Alexander Hale panicked. She left me. I knew Alice was just a dream, too sweet too be true.