A/N: Alright so this is a complete contrast to what I usually write, because Im basically team Rosella, lol, is that what you guys call it? Anyway I wanted to try my hand at an Alice fic, since she seems to get the most love around here, oh and Im not really sure where it'll lead but im aiming for a Alice/Renee that will eventually end up as a Alice/ Bella...hopefully, if I dont lose interest. Smh, my other readers would flip if they found out about this alternate account; not too happy with me for having them wait for the many updates I've promise them. I'll get to em eventually when I gain some inspiration. So again, this story isn't a definite finish but I'll try, and who knows, I may actually seek a collaboration.
Few things before I start. This is basically a fantasy type fic, its not set in the twilight world, but in my own made up world called Avalon. Its a kingdom ruled and governed by vampires and built on the sweat and blood of humans and werewolves. Its kind of like a 14th century England but also a feudal Japan type era-ish feel to it. So when you read it, think of castles, kings, horses etc, but the clothing style and battles will be more like feudal japan, with the swords, assassins, and all that other crap.
Alice is half human and half vampire, due to the fact that her mother, Esme, was turned into a vampire while she was pregnant, but I'll get into all that later on...dont wanna spoil everything. Anyways, Rosalie, Edward and the others are full fledge vampires. Most have abilities similar to those in the actual Twilight book/movie.
Alice looks to be about 26 but shes actually well over 100 years old. She can age, but only if she goes without blood for awhile. Rosalie is about 82, Edwards 71, Emmet's about 55, and Jasper 32, but they all dont look a day over 20.
Alice is the oldest out of all the siblings, Rosalie's next, then Edward, Emmet, jasper and whoever else I decide to put in. None of them are actually related, but they still consider each other brothers and sisters nonetheless. Lets see, I dont have a beta and my writing skills are a bit remedial but I try. Think thats it for now, so just read, enjoy, and review! Oh, Im using my phone to write this so if the format looks a bit out of wack then you know why.
Everybody wants something
Voices; screams of the dead, thats all I seem to hear nowadays. But its your voice, your scream thats the loudest.
"You're scowling again. Its doesnt suit you..."
"It suits me just fine, thank you very much."My tormentor sighs, slightly pulling away from the moonlit balcony. Her phantom skin is cold no doubt, but the moonlight radiating off of her creates this false illusion; the illusion that shes warm, that her chest rises and falls with each breath. The illusion that shes alive.
"Smiling suits you more. You used to do it all the time back when we were..."
"-Dont."I hiss, glaring at the offending women. She looks away solemnly with one hand still grasping the cemented balcony; Silence consumes the stagnant air, creating tension.
"Why dont you smile for me anymore, Ali? I smile all the time for you...even though im not...happy.." She trails off, frowning as shes deep in thought.
My ears twitch at the nickname she gave me so long ago. The more she uses it, the more I begin to dislike it. How did I become this cold, rigid shell of person?
She gazes at me longingly, eyes so filled with sorrow and exhaustion; its my turn to away because the way shes staring at me is far too much. My shoulder hunch inward and my head bows due to my situated position; Im sitting on my beds edge, shirtless, with the cold air pricking my skin, while my bottom half remains covered only by a thin sheet.
I chuckle in response to her question. "Thats because you secretly take pleasure in torturing me..." She'll leave for sure, because like so many other times, I've crossed the line. Part of me is happy, for I'll have a moments piece of mind but the other part is torn. Its torn because I desperately need her; shes the only one that can still make me feel so human after so many years of being a monster...a condemner.
"Im not the one who cant let go..." And just like that shes gone, not for good, but...shes gone. The sting her words leave behind creates an even deeper hole in my heart; its so hard to let her go.
I close my eyes once more, trying to go back to that place in time; the place we shared our happiness. The smell of rain and the feel of damp grass beneath our naked bodies. I try to hold on to this moment, but her words...they cut so deep that I lose it.
How long has it been, eighty years? And still nothing has changed; Your voice is as clear as day. Was it always so filled with sorrow? No, you were right. I used to smile more when we were happier, back then...back when you were...
"Deep in thought again, I see." My intruder purrs, right hand slowly gliding across my chest sending a sickening thrill through out my body; I hate the effect she has on me...the effect she has on everyone.
I dont need to open my eyes to see that she is smirking, I can feel it pressed against my shoulder. When she got here and how long is unknown to me. Was I so deep in thought that I hadn't sensed her presence? Why didnt she say anything, because clearly she must of known, or maybe thats why she left me?
"Should I leave you to your lonely conversation? Or maybe," the fingers on her left hand dance across my naked thigh, making the muscle twitch involuntarily. "I could keep you company? We could have our own conversation..." She firmly grasps my thigh at the end of her sinful proposition, causing me to throb in unwanted places.
This is the game she plays with me, because Im the exception to her abilities, for I have denied her so many times of what she wants; because I refuse to give in to such selfish, meaningless temptation. And denying my "sister," Rosalie Lillian Hale, of anything is something you just dont do. So she tortures me with her voice, her smell, her touch, her gift.
To me her gift is the deadliest out or all my "sibling." Shes vain, she feeds off of attention and lust she receives from so many, and uses her body, her seduction to control you; she'll have you wanting and needing until it practically hurts. Im the only one that refuses to give into her selfish games, but that drives her, pushes her even harder each time.
Her hand is climbing ever closer to my most intimate spot, like so many other times, and attempts. This is nothing new, and as I said before, It'll end the same way it always has, with me denying her of everything I have. Which isn't much, since she practically took everything from me
We had a moment once, long ago when she was fairly young, almost like a new born, where she confessed her love for me; Both as a sister and a potential lover. She was confident in her admission, so sure that I would return her feeling, because she so very conceded, and honestly she has the right to be.
Rosalie is fierce, intimidatingly so; shes selfish and its that lack of inhuman kindness that reminds me of why I can and will never love her, whether it be as a "sister" or more. But even I cant deny that shes insanely beautiful. Silky, immortal, long tresses that fall to her mid-back, eyes that once reflected that of the bluest seas, but are now golden honey dipped with slight traces of red forming around the iris, because even the fairest fall victim to the thirst. Long, smooth legs, and skin so smooth glistening that it reminds me of a milky waterfall. Hands that seem as if they were carved from the finest marble and sculpted to perfection; yes, Rosalie Hale is indeed the fairest of fair.
But again, I denied her back then, crushed her precious ego and angered her beyond comprehension; everybody wants what they cant have. And deny her once more, I shall, because failing? Giving in, is such a human trait, and human I am not.
"I hate you," she begins, kissing my neck and breathing hotly in my ear. "For being so strong...for being better than I am." She continues to kiss and lick my neck, occasionally dragging her teeth along it. Im soon hit with a scent, something floral, something I can only describe as Rosalie; shes wet. "But as much as I hate you, Alice. I love and want you even more."
And with that said, she bites down and drinks me in; its not uncommon and I occasionally allow this to certain extent, because she is thee exception...just as much as I am. She is the first to ever drink from me, and that is the only reason I'll allow this...because she is mine, and no matter how much I had it, our connection is so strong.
My head swirls at the sensation, something equivalent to letting your head hang over the side and feeling the blood rush towards it.
I hiss when the feeling gets to be too much, letting her know I've reached my limit. She unlatches from my neck and hums in response, leaning her front against my back; her scent is ten times more potent now.
"Why do we play these games?" She whispers, licking one clean trail from my wound to my earlobe and lightly begins to nibble; her left hand has become bolder since her last attempt, itching closer and closer to that spot.
"Give into me." She's doing it, that thing where she fluctuates her voice tone, which usually results in a calm, serene, but lustful feeling. If I was an ordinary "human" this probably would work, but fortunately and unfortunately I am not, the most that I feel, if its even a feeling is the my heart beating through my ears.
"Dont fight it," She persist, but the only thing im focused on is the steady beat or my heart. It reminds me her heartbeat, steady and strong; I close my eyes and try to grasp for her heart. Meanwhile, Rosalie's hand comes into contact with me and I tense, but then relax, imagining its the hand of the one person I can no longer have.
Victoria...
Flashback
"Im safe with you, right? I mean...you'll always be here..with me?" She looked up at me with curious, almost pleading eyes; they were green, just like the grass we once lay naked upon.
The forest was still, quiet. Guess thats why they called it the muted forrest. the only sounds that ever emanated was the heavy breaths and pants from our love making.
"They'll find out eventually." She seemed to zone out for moment, resting her chin against my bare abdomen as she drew lazy patterns on my semi-warm skin. "But I'll see when, and I promise...I promise I wont let anything happen. We'll runaway...and spend forever together." I reassured her with a gentle squeeze to her waist and warm smile to which she returned.
"You promise?" She whispered as she climbed my small fram; she peered down at me lovingly, causing her fiery hair to fall in all directions and brush against my cheek.
I sat up on my elbows,creating only minimum space between us and stared her straight in the eye. "I promise." My lips brushed her in the most tender kiss.
Its a kiss thats haunts my soul even now; a feeling I so desperately try to hold on to.
She said something when she pulled back...something I can no longer hear her whisper.
"I love you..."
I shake my head at those unwanted thoughts.
Yeah, some promise I made.
Im now fully aware of the situation at hand; Rosalie's persistent hand coupling me, trying to devour what's left of this empty shell.
"Dont fight me, Alice..." Her hands are teasing now, trying to get a reaction from me, but Im stronger than that...than her.
"I need you desperate." She turns my chin sideways in order to initiate a kiss," I need you hopeless, Ali." She whispers against my lips, and moves in for the kill as my eyes open upon hearing that name.
I push back against her chest, making her hit the bed rather roughly; she scoffs and looks up at me with angry, hurtful eyes.
"Get out. You disgust me..." I stand up, gathering the sheets as I do so and head towards the bath house.
"Why do you love her and not me!" She yells, picking up an expensive vase and smashing it against the wall. Her outburst makes me flinch, bringing unsavory images of the first time she said it...long ago.
"Why do you love her and not me! She's human, she doesnt belong in our world, Alice!" She screamed, pointing to the said women.
"Rosalie, please...dont do this..." I felt it at that moment; how so very scared Victoria was. I felt her warm, dainty hand cling to mines as she peered around my back.
"-Please what, Alice! Shes not yours to claim...shes taken! So why, why are you constantly clinging to such foolish notions? A vampire, no, a half-breed and a human, its disgusting!" She bared her teeth at us, snapping venomously as she continued. "She doesnt deserve you, Ali..."
"Rosalie," I began calmly, for I knew if I had made the wrong move or said something she didnt like, she'd lose whatever control she still had. "You're right, you're so very right. Lets just...lets just calm down and be reasonable, eh? Lets just...talk this through.." I moved to reach for her in an attempt to calm her raging form; I was always able to relax her with a single touch.
"No! No more talking, Alice." She pulled away from my touch, pointing her finger at me accursedly. "You abandoned me, you abandoned the order.. for her...and now...she must parish.
"Rosalie dont!"
I shake my head in an attempt to rid my mind of those memories; memories I wish I no longer had.
"Why do you so desperately vie for my affection?" I retort, slightly turning my head to see that she is glaring. "Surely you have plenty of suitors who are willing to accommodate for you...and your needs. Go bother Edward or Emmet. Pretty sure they're more than willing." I say, pulling the sheet away from my body and fully exposing my petite frame.
"You're the one I saw first, Alice." She whispers more to herself. I dont need to look at her to see that shes hurting; I can feel it with every hollow breath I take. "You gave me this life, Alice. you're the beginning, middle, and end for me..." Its true, only partly though. I was there when she was reborn anew; when she finally opened her eyes after days of screaming, burning, and sobbing. I hadnt given her this life per say, no, that was my "fathers" doing, but I was the one who took care of her, held her as she screamed, and let her drink from my blood, just as I had done with my other "siblings." She fed from me her first couple of days as a newborn, just as a calf would drink from her mother.
"Tell me Rose, what would you have me do if I indeed agree to love you, hmm? Would you have me tell you how lovely and fair you are everyday? Or rather, how vain and utterly selfish you've become?" Theres a broken sob from behind, something I havent heard since the day she was turned. "Theres nothing here for you, Rose...Im broken. You've already taken what love I had left, so love another..."
She lets out this inexplicable noise; a cross between a growl and a scream. I turn just in time to see her clutching her stomach, as if she just been punched or stabbed, before fleeing from my room, dry sobbing as she went.
It pains me; as much as I hate Rosalie for what's shes become, for being the catalyst in everything thats gone wrong in this life, I cant help but feel something other than hate for her. Shes mine, whether I want her or not.
I settle in to the bath, letting the aroma, a combination of lilac and cinnamon, cloud my mind.
"She does sincerely love you, ya know." My tormentor returns, settling herself right on the edge of the bath, phantom feet dangling in the water. "And whether you admit it or not, you feel something for her. You could...learn to love her..." Theres a frown forming on her face as she says this; I dont know if I should take it as a sigh of jealousy or what.
"I could never love someone like Rosalie. Shes a wolf in sheep's clothing...a tool. The only thing I feel for her is pity..."
"But you did love her once..."
"Yes, when she wasn't the indirect reason why I am the way I am now. Why you're the way you are now...dead." She glances at me sideways, curious yet tired green eyes boring into mine.
" You shouldn't keep holding on to grudges...I forgave..."
"-Well since you forgave, and feel so sorry for her...why dont you go love her then. Torment her for awhile and give me a break..."
She sighs, pulling her knees up to her chest, effectively settling into the air and gazes down at me, eyes filled with sorrow and unspoken words.
"You're such a lonely soul, Alice."
A/N: Okay, so if you havent already guessed, Victoria is more or less a ghost; shes a figment that only Alice can see.
There is indeed a love/hate relationship between Rose and Alice; a connection and understanding that only they seem to share. I'll delve deeper into that eventually too, but for now im gonna start writing ideas for the next chapter. And yes, this isnt planned out, so im basically going with whatever comes to mind.