This is the sequel to Do You Trust Me? So yeah. It was originally written as a joke for my friend Katie, because she was pissed at me for killing Lee. Please keep that in mind, because it's kind of... weird, or stupid at times.
Yeah.
Enjoy.
:D
Chapter One
Alice's POV
Although the initial shock and general depression had worn off, Lee's death still haunted us all. You could see it behind every smile, hear it in every laugh. Silence was unbearable; Every time I closed my eyes I saw his face, heard his last words in my head. No blood, no pain. But he was wrong; The pain was worse than anything, even the tempting scent of human blood.
Six months had passed since that fateful day. I guess you could say we healed-at least as much as we possibly could. Death doesn't come easily to immortals. We would, most likely, live forever with the memory of those we lost forever haunting me.
It had even come between Jasper and I; I saw it in his eyes. The sorrow, the pain. I saw the suffering of not only himself, but everyone he came in contact with, as well, in those eyes. I kept a distance from him, wouldn't even touch him, in order to avoid causing him any more pain that necessary.
I wasn't quite sure if this helped or hurt, but I wasn't taking the risk to find out. If abstaining from my husband meant easing the pain, that was the price I would pay.
No blood, no pain. Some of his final words; The final words of our son. Oh, the irony was every where. I almost felt guilty, mourning him like this, against his final wishes. But it just couldn't be helped. My family meant the world to me. When Lee took his life, he unknowingly took the lives of us all with him.
I tried to preoccupy my time with our remaining two children-Phoebe and Aaron- and their children. But he was always just under the surface in my mind.
No blood, no pain. Somehow, I felt it suited us very well.
Jasper's POV
A lot can happen in six months.
Everything was falling apart; our futile attempts to keep it together were failing. And fast.
The whole family was suffering; Lee meant as much to them as he did to us. We were all suffering.
And that was before everything started happening. Strange things, unexplainable things. Nothing logical could explain them.
At first, it was just small things, like a door swinging open in the dead of night, or a picture dropping off the wall. We tried to brush it off.
But then it got worse. Unused china would fly out of the (closed, mind you) cabinets in the kitchen, hitting the ground with sparks of porcelain everywhere. or books would fly off the bookshelf and end up across the room.
We couldn't understand what was happening. Sure, we weren't exactly logical ourselves (it's not like we're in any science books, last time I checked.) but this still baffled us.
I remember that day clearly. It was a Sunday. Just like every other day, the house was beyond silence.
It was Rosalie's idea. She came home around eight PM with a Toys "R" Us bag.
"This should explain what's been happening." She pulled a box out of the bag. "It's an Ouija board." she placed it on the coffee table.
She ran around the house, painfully reminding us all of how things used to be. After placing and lighting candles everywhere in the family room, she turned off the lights, sat down on the floor next to the table. "it's meant to channel spirits. If something-or someone, for that matter-is here, we'll find it."
In the illumination of the candlelight, we gathered around the table reluctantly. Why not flatter Rosalie's futile attempt to help us heal? Surely this couldn't actually reach the dead. Right?
Alice was directly in front of the board, with me on her right, Rosalie on her left. Everyone else piled around in a tight circle.
"Everyone, put you finger on the cursor." Rosalie instructed, and we followed her example.
"Ask a question." It was directed at Alice.
"Umm... Why are you messing with us?" She questioned uncertainly.
Suddenly the cursor started to shake, and slowly it moved, to everyone's surprise, over the letter M. It moved on to spell out I-S-T-A-K-E.
Mistake.
"What mistake?" She asked, shock in her voice.
The cursor again moved, this time to spell out D-E-A-T-H.
"Your death was a mistake?" She continued.
It moved over YES.
"How... how did you die?" Alice asked.
It moved to the NO, then spelled out B-L-O-O-D.
Everyone was frightened by this point, even the hard headed Emmett, but no one dared take their hand from the cursor.
"Who...Who are you?" Alice beckoned, a tremor in her voice.
The cursor spelled out three letters that might as well have been a silver dagger through the heart of our family. L-E-E.
