A/N: Wow, cannot believe the response I got for the first chapter, thanks to everyone who reviewed or put me on their alerts and favourites! In case you didn't know already; I am not SM, I'm just borrowing the characters.

The Properties Of Dreams

2. Olivia

Rosalie

Twelve unanswered phone calls later and I still didn't regret my decision. I suppose I could have thought about it for longer, agonized over it more deeply but I knew, in the end, my decision would be the same no matter how long I pondered.

I dialled again and went over my script in my head once again. No luck. Damn him. I know he was heartbroken and all that but this is getting ridiculous, he hadn't spoken to anyone in months! I really needed to get through to him as well, before everyone else got back from hunting and tried to stop me, they thought he needed more time...

Seriously, time?

That's one thing we have in abundance, but still, I didn't see why he couldn't get over it here. So his relationship had ended, and he was bummed, but I don't know, to me it just seemed like he didn't want to move on.

Then again... he has been in South America for a while now; maybe he is sowing his wild oats down there before coming back to us. Actually, that thought pissed me off more than anything else. He was probably down there taking care of the urge while the rest of us were up here absolute miserable.

I hit redial on my phone and waited for the sound of his voicemail again. I may think he is being silly and immature and generally a brat but I'm not mean enough to tell him this by voicemail.

"What?"

Seems he managed to tear himself away from his distractions to talk to me...

"Oh, wow. Edward answered the phone. I feel so honoured."

I heard dial tone. Little shit hung up on me, well... maybe I should have been slightly nicer to him. I am calling to tell him his ex-girlfriend is dead after all...

Redial again.

"Get on with it", I knew he wasn't kidding but with no plan of what to say simply blurted out the first piece of information that came into my mind.

"I thought you would want to know that Alice is on her way to Forks."

"What?" his voice was flat, as though he hadn't really heard what I had said.

"You know how Alice is – thinks she knows everything. Like you", sometimes those two really piss me off. They were such know-it-alls, I was surprised Edward didn't already know what I was trying to say, it would be fitting.

Of course, he still wasn't speaking.

"Are you still there, Edward?"

Still nothing

"Edward? Don't you care why Alice is going?" that should at least get a reaction out of him.

"Not particularly", okay, not a reaction but at least a sentence, that was progress. And he didn't seem to care about Alice going, maybe he was finally over that human girl and we could all move on, that should at least make this easier.

"Well, of course, she's not exactly breaking the rules. I mean, you only warned us to stay away from Bella, right? The rest of Forks doesn't matter."

This lack of communication was beginning to make me nervous. I wondered if he was angry at Alice for going, despite what had happened.

A nervous laugh erupted from me, "So you don't need to be angry with Alice."

"Then why are you calling me, Rosalie, if not to get Alice in trouble? Why are you bothering me? Urg"

"Wait", I knew he was going to hang up and I still hadn't told him what I needed to say. "That's not why I called."

"Then why? Tell me quickly, and then leave me alone."

"Well..." I didn't really know where to start.

"Spit it out Rosalie. You have ten seconds", gah, even when he was acting like a child he still managed to make me feel like the idiot.

"I think you should come home", I kept my eye on my watch, trying to get my words out as quickly as possible. "I'm tired of Esme grieving and Carlisle never laughing. You should feel ashamed of what you've done to them. Emmett misses you all the time and it's getting on my nerves. You have a family. Grow up and think about something besides yourself."

"Interesting advice, Rosalie. Let me tell you a little story about a pot and a kettle..."

"I am thinking about them, unlike you. Don't you care how much you've hurt Esme by leaving, if not one else? She loves you more than the rest of us, and you know that. Come home."

I waited for some kind of response but nothing came so I kept going.

"I thought after this whole Forks thing was finished, you would get over it."

"Fork's was never the problem Rosalie... Just because Bella had moved to Florida, it doesn't mean that I'm able... Look, Rosalie. I really am sorry, but, trust me, it wouldn't make anyone happier if I were there".

Well, here goes...

"Umm..."

Jesus, could I not come up with anything better than that?

"What are you not telling me, Rosalie?" his voice was anxious now and it was almost a relief to hear some genuine emotion in it. "Is Esme, all right? Is Carlisle-"

"They're fine. It's just... well, I didn't say that Bella moved."

Back to the silence. Say something woman!

"They didn't want to tell you, but I think that's stupid. The quicker you get over this; the sooner things can go back to normal. Why let you mope around the dark corners of the world when there is no need for it? You can come home now. We can be a family again. It's over."

I willed for him to react: to say he would be home, to ask me for details, to cry, anything...

"Edward?"

"I don't understand what you are saying, Rosalie."

He was being a little bit slow... and I really didn't want to have to spell it out for him. Comfort is not an area I excel in.

"She's dead, Edward - I'm... sorry. You have the right to know, though, I think. Bella... threw herself off a cliff yesterday. Alice saw it, but it was too late to do anything. I think she would have helped, broken her word, if there had been time. She just left to see if she could do anything to Charlie. You know how she's always cared for him. But you-" I realised I was listening to dial tone again.

Well I had done my part; I had played nice and let him know. It was the right thing to do and the rest of them would thank me for it when he got home. I could imagine the smile on Esme's face, her joy at having her first son home and maybe Carlisle would clap me on the back the way he does when one of the boys please him, or hug me close as he does Alice.

Emmett and Jasper would be pleased as well, both of them missed their brother dearly, and it might help Emmett out of the depression he was in over Bella's death, apparently she had gained the affection of more of my family than I knew, despite what had happened. My joy at our imminent reunion was quite complete though and I realised with a jolt that even I felt bad about her death, just a little.

I was more upset about the waste though, she had the chance to have a full life, a family, grow old, be a mother and she threw it all away, and for what? Silly girl.

My moment of mourning was disrupted when the phone, still next to me, began vibrating in earnest.

I picked it up expecting to see Edward's number, letting me know he was on his way home but instead Alice's number flashed at me.

"What have you done?" Alice's voice was shrill and angry in my ear. "Where's Carlisle?"

"He's out hunting Alice, he didn't take his phone. He'll be back in about an hour though, or I can go find him."

"There isn't time", her voice was filled with malice and I could help but ask her what was going on. She ignored me.

"You spoke to Edward", I know it wasn't a question but answered anyway.

"Yes, I spoke to him a couple of minutes ago. I let him know about what happened to Bella and honestly Alice I think he had the right to know."

She cut me off again.

"Do you even realise what you've done? You stupid bitch. You stupid, selfish whore", who the hell did she think she was speaking to? I tried to cut in but she acted as though I wasn't even there. "He's going to them, he's going to the Volturi and I don't know if I can get him to change his mind", she paused but I was too scared to talk. What did she mean he was going to the Volturi? There was only one reason any of our kind went to them... he couldn't have taken Bella's death that badly, could he? And would they even do it? Aro was an old friend of Carlisle's, they had lived together for years, surely he wouldn't allow his friend's son to commit suicide?

"I don't understand Alice..." the whisper that came out my mouth was quieter than the breeze but she heard it.

"You told him Bella was dead, that she had killed herself Rosalie. What the hell did you think was going to happen? It's fucking Edward! Of course he's over reacting as usual and now I have got to go stop him doing the stupidest thing in the world. I hope you know there is a good chance we will both die because of your meddling. If only you had left it alone everything would have worked out the way I saw..." her voice cracked for a moment and I tried to speak but she stopped me.

"I don't want to hear it Rosalie. I don't want to hear your voice ever again, you just fucked everything, You couldn't keep your fucking nose out of it could you, well I hope you're happy because you have ruined all of our lives, whether I get out of this or not."

What did she mean? Surely Aro would just turn down his request and he would be send on his way. Alice continued to rant in my ear, talking about how close all her plans were to coming together, how everyone would have been happy

I couldn't speak, I could barely think but she didn't seem bothered. Of course she would know my reaction to her words as well as she knew I had never intended for it to turn out like this. I thought I was doing the right thing, I had been so certain...

"Goodbye Rosalie, I don't have time to call anyone else or wait for Carlisle to get home. I have a plane to catch. I'll let you tell them what you have done, maybe they will find it in their hearts to forgive you but I certainly can't". She sobbed quietly but I held back from speaking. "Our deaths will be on your hands."

I didn't register as she hung up. I remained seated, the phone beeping in my ear. What had I done? What had Alice been talking about? Obviously she saw Edward's conversation with Aro, Caius and Marcus going badly but why? And how with one conversation had I destroyed this entire family? Their deaths would be on my hands... Esme and Carlisle would never forgive me and Jasper, what would my brother do when he knew I had sent his, albeit slightly estranged at the moment, wife to apparently certain death.

I did the only thing I was capable of and dropped the phone to move towards the door. I wrenched it open and looked across the vast Alaskan wilderness that lay at the door.

"EMMETT!" my voice bounced off the mountains surrounding us and I was sure even the human settlement over ten miles away would have heard me but I didn't care. I needed him here, now.

The peace of the forest and deep blue of the sky was at complete odds with how I felt, I held on to the door with all my might, using it as an anchor. I could feel the wood splitting under my fingers.

"Rose", I turned to his voice and saw him walk from the forest only meters away from me. At the sight of him I couldn't help but let go of the door and I fell ungracefully to the floor. I didn't reach it, his arms were around me and I could see over his shoulder Jasper emerging from the forest recoiling at the storm of emotion around me..

I looked up searching for Emmett's golden eyes and they gazed down at me, filled with love and concern.

"Emmett..." my voice cracked as I searched for the words. "I think I've done something terrible."

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