Sort of a little one-shot, I guess. Maybe getting the Twilight DVD inspired me. Anyway, I guess I just wanted some minor character love. Alice is one of my favourite characters so… Enjoy !
The curtain jerked, ever so slightly, on the upper floor of the great white house. Though the entire property was filled with supernatural beings that all had enhanced senses, this tiny movement would not cause any alarm, or even capture any attention. A mirror to the left of the bay window caught the reflection of a flawless young being. In the half light of the late afternoon, part of her face was in shadow, softening the angular beauty of her proud, pointed chin and windswept spiky hair. Oh, but had you seen her as she turned, as though to an invisible music that you could perhaps hear, if you just listened a little harder. Her full lips were quirked in the slightest of half smiles, somehow conveying as much joy as though she'd burst into trilling laughter. Though her body turned, her attention was clearly on the expansive yard below.
Through the lush grass, a smiling, cherubic toddler tumbled, pealing laughter ringing. A husky, copper skinned man followed her, and his broad, easy grin lit up his massive frame. Though he was enormous, instead of overshadowing the girl, he complimented her, as a fine simple frame improves an exquisite photograph. They sat panting in the grass, laughing and basking in the warm sun that he had so often been compared to; arms intertwined in a way that made any observer feel as though their souls were the things truly intertwined. Not far off, there sat a stunning couple in an old oak tree, a willowy, creamy skinned blonde in the lap of a husky, burly man with rich brown curls. They smiled and laughed, nothing too heavy, and where the sunlight hit them they shone and glittered like shimmering quartz had been dusted overtop their flawless skin. Slightly farther in the distance, a silver Mercedes glinted, arriving to a smooth stop in the driveway of the house. Shaking out blonde hair, a man in a meticulous grey suit presented the woman who had come to meet him with a bouquet of delicately tinged calla lilies. She smiled up at him, and they embraced, caramel curls against wheat. They walked toward the house, hand in hand, not needing to speak. Finally, she saw a couple lying further in the shade. They rested among moss, in the shadow of an old oak, fingers of one hand loosely clasped, the bronze haired boy's hand around her waist, and the petite girl's fingers playing idly with a strand of his silky fine hair, utterly lost in each other's topaz eyes. The girl at the window gazed at all of this, feeling utterly content.
"Alice," murmured a voice, which took to the air as a velvet caress. Her true love stood beside her, breaking her reverie, and held out his hand. She loved his slight Texan twang, and the way his butterscotch eyes reminded her of light, of life, of love. She twirled into him fluidly, and he was waiting for her, just as he always had. She laid a marble hand on his chiselled cheek, his eyes shutting at the joy of this simple touch. As they walked from the airy room, she let herself glance back at the white lace curtain that had fallen back over the window. The future was uncertain, and she, more than anyone, else knew it. But she could think of no better people to face it with than the people surrounding her just then.