Chapter Two

Alice's POV

Gasp.

I felt a stabbing pain in my chest. Lee...

I couldn't wrap my mind around it. It didn't make sense.

Mistake... Death...

Lee.

Was he saying that he regretted killing himself?

No blood...

Did he mean he should have done it differently?

No one dared take their hands off the cursor. All eyes were on me; Shocked, motionless, cold expressions.

"Ask something." Rosalie said, just barely audible.

But I couldn't think of anything.

It seems Lee understood, or was just impatient, because the cursor moved again.

H-E-L-P.

"How can we?" I whispered.

H-E-L-P-M-A-G-I-C-S-P-E-L-L.

Magic spell? But there's no such thing as magic...

W-I-T-C-H.

Witch? Okay, afterlife has gotten to Lee's head. Witches only existed in fairy tales and Algebra classrooms.

The cursor started to spin out of control, spelling out in quick succession: H-E-L-P-H-E-L-P-H-E-L-P-H-E-L-P. You get the idea.

Someone screamed. I could faintly hear the sound of the cursor flying across the room, smashing into a vase and throwing glass everywhere.

But my senses were somewhere else by then.

I saw a room lit by a circle of candles, projecting the only light in the room. In the circle I saw myself, Jasper, Phoebe, Aaron, and... Someone else. Someone older. Late thirties, I guessed.

She had light brunette hair, with lighter streaks. Her brown eyes had a faded look to them, like she had seen too much to see anything the same again. Like she was burdened with more than anyone could be expected to handle.

I barely recognized one of my few human friends at Forks high school.

Angela Weber.

Jasper's POV

Alice came back to the present with a flood of confusion.

"We have to go to Forks." She whispered. It wasn't a suggestion.

So, there you have it.

And "it" would be the reason we were in the one town we shouldn't be in, if we didn't want the townsfolk getting their stakes and holy water ready, at least. It's not everyday someone you knew twenty years comes back to town, not having aged a day.

It was only the four of us, being Alice, Phoebe, Aaron, and I, piled into the Porsche. Claustrophobia really wasn't a problem for any of us. Neither was breathing.

Still, we were on guard. I thanked the Lord, or whoever was calling the shots up there, that the windows were tinted so dark I was pretty sure we were violating some rarely-enforced law.

Which, was an advantage. Unless Charlie had been reading his "How to be a thorough cop" manual again.

Phoebe and Aaron were looking around in astonishment at everything; No doubt they didn't remember any of it from their childhood.

Okay, I'll spare you the boredom and unneeded information of the drive into town. What's the point of writing that, anyway?

After what seemed like eons, we reached our destination. Hesitantly, I looked onto the run-down house, if you could really call it that. A more fitting word would be "Haunted mansion". I half-expected a lightening bolt to streak across the sky in the background.

"Here goes nothing," Alice murmured.

"Or everything."

She didn't laugh. I didn't expect her to.

After hesitantly walking toward the door and gingerly knocking on the door, for fear of it falling apart, I heard footsteps coming closer.

The door opened slowly, and an uncertain voice came from the darkness beyond it, "Alice Cullen?"


Yes, I did make Angela into a bloody witch. GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?

xD

Remember, I was totally NOT taking this seriously when I wrote it.