It had been three days, and not a creature stirred in the house. Sure people lived there, well people was such a loose term at this point zombie's or statue's would hold better stature. If it were a normal day, Jasper and Emmett would be off doing something stupid, until either Alice or Rosalie said but a word, to which they'd come running back to them, in less than a blink's time, Edward, Bella and Rennesme would be by the piano, Carlisle at work, Esme in the garden, and Alice and Rosalie at the mall or something of the sort. But for obvious reasons, this was no ordinary day, everyone was in various poses of extreme stress, most of them resorting to human habits of tension. Most were crowded around the computer, searching for the unknown.
The strangest part of it all, was the lack of a track. Jasper's scent started and ended just as it should, alone, but Alice had seen it, there was someone or something out there, an untack able being of sorts, meaning this chase for her Jasper, could all go fruitless. As usual, they started with the obvious answers and would work down, starting with the Voltuiri. Everyone knew Aro wanted Alice, Bella and Edward, but upon seeing the inner workings of his mind, he wanted jasper too, especially after the show he had put on whilst in Maria's grasp. He was a force to be reckoned with and everyone knew it. He'd be subdued by his family, for the better, but Confederate Witlock was still in there.
Alice was bustling around, fixing nothing in particular and overall being very antsy. This was typical Alice Cullen behavior, and now it was kicked up a few botches knowing all their powers rendered useless. Her mind still remained at a constant darkness, like the cover was still on the lens of a camera almost. The house had been silent ever since the night before, when the conversation got nuclear.
Emmett slammed his hand on the table, causing multiple cracks to appear, Esme was too stressed to worry but the splinters in the freshly cut table stuck up.
"I'm done waiting, we go now!" He was never the serious type, everything could be solved with a joke or a smile to him, but this was not a usual case. As much as he'd never say it, Emmett loved Jasper. He was his brother, best friend and everything in between, their bond was unbreakable. The house without him was barren, like a wasteland.
Carlisle shook his head, running his hand through his hair, a human characteristic he seemed to be doing more and more often. "we can't assume! You know the volturi won't like that!" Emmett flared again, usually Charlise was respected, or at least not yelled at. Regardless, Emmett rose, nearly flipping the table over with his size.
"Charlisle, sitting here isn't doing anything! Look at Alice! Do you think she's okay with just sitting here, Jasper in danger? Because we both know he isn't at a party. Do you think she's okay? Do you think Rose is okay? What about me?" His last question came out in almost a cry.
Alice's facial expressions never changed. She just rose, looked around curtly and left as silently as she had come. Everyone looked at Edward for explanation as to why Alice didn't even try for her mate.
He just shook his head, "she's blocking me." He ran his hand through his hair just as Carlisle does. Everyone knew Edward worried about his family, especially because he could see into the inner workings of their mind, but he just seemed so distressed, helpless even.
"she's shutting me out, reciting A midsummer's nights dream in greek." He shook his head slowly, Alice and he were intertwined. They understood each other, comforted each other in times of need. If so, why was she blocking him? What could she be hiding? Information, maybe? No…she'd tell the group, Alice wasn't as impulsive as she came out to be. She'd trust them, unite with them through anything.
Maybe distracting her mind was her way of coping. Emmett paced a lot, Rosalie became even more involved in cars and Carlisle and Esme spent most of their time tidying up things that were already tidy. And he? He tried avoiding their minds as much as possible, maybe even avoiding his own as well. That's where he and Alice were the same. But somewhere deep inside his mind, he knew she was hiding something. And it wasn't until the next day, when she was gone, that he began to think what it might be.
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