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Chapter 4: News
"What news?" My dad demanded. His eyes were curious, his expression unreadable.
Grandpa Carlisle turned to face us, his golden eyes coming to rest on Aunt Alice. He nodded at her slightly.
"Alice?" He asked slowly. I turned to see Aunt Alice rise out of her seat. She walked to the front of grandpa's desk, and faced us.
"I had a vision." She stated. Her eyes too, darted to me, and then back to my dad. "Carlisle…was doing research in his study, and subconsciously made a decision, that changed our future."
A tense silence followed her statement. Aunt Alice could see the future; it was her special talent, so this wasn't news to us.
"But what—" Jacob began. No doubt his thoughts were similar to mind, but grandpa Carlisle cut him off.
"I was researching some old myths about hybrids like Nahuel and Nessie, and briefly considered that maybe we should go research the myths and legends, like we had planned earlier before…" he paused, remembering our interruption: the Volturi. "…unplanned events." He finished.
"…and then I saw Renesmee." Aunt Alice murmured softly. Her voice was a whisper, filled with uncertainty.
This knowledge took a moment to sink in. Up until now, Aunt Alice had never been able to see me, or Jacob. Grandpa Carlisle believed it was because we were both one in the same. Jacob was half human and half werewolf, and I was half human and half vampire. She couldn't see the rest of the Quileute wolf pack ether. (They lived on the reservation.)
Once our mortal enemies, they were now considered eternal allies. I never quite understood why. I knew that Volturi detested our allegiance with them, as it had always been in our nature.
The only bad thing about Jacob and his wolf buddies was that they always smelled bad. No matter how many times they took a shower, they still reeked like wet dogs.
"But how?" Jacob demanded incredulously. He was staring back and fourth from Aunt Alice to Grandpa Carlisle, his eyes still disbelieving.
"He subconsciously made the decision, I don't know how!" Aunt Alice snapped. I noticed her mood had slipped a notch. She always got a bit touchy on the subject of her vision predictions being precise. Jacob told me once that we were her "Advil" to her headache, but I never really understood completely.
The future changed, so of course Aunt Alice's predictions could never be 100% accurate. Although no one tried to ever bet against her or doubt her. (She was mainly always right for the most part.)
I could only imagine how frustrating it would be for her to finally see me in a vision, and not know what to make of it.
"Alice, what did you see?" It was mom who asked the question, and there was a light edge to her voice.
Aunt Alice made a face. "I don't…know exactly. It was…you and Renesmee. You and her were hugging…I saw her back…and your face was hidden beneath your hair, but I know it was you, because I saw your scar."
Automatically my eyes flew to my mother's hand. Dad was holding the hand that had the scar on it. He had been absently mindedly passing his thumb over the scar, tracing it. It was crescent shaped, and looked far worse than a burn or cut that mom could have gotten in her human life. She never had told me the story of how she'd gotten that cut. I made a mental note to ask her later.
As soon as I thought this, I saw dad's hands squeeze hers gently, but he said nothing.
"Where?" He muttered. His eyes where staring at Aunt Alice in total concentration.
"What?" Aunt Alice looked at him puzzled.
"Where were they?" Dad clarified.
"I'm not sure…it looked like a forest…although not one that I'm familiar with…" She trailed off and closed her eyes. Then she brought her pale fingertips to her forehead in concentration.
"There was a more…tropical atmosphere around them. Not like the earthy greenness of the forests here in Forks." She explained through closed eyes.
It was silent for a while. Then with a small "hm" Aunt Alice nodded, and opened her eyes. She then turned them on Carlisle.
"That description of the forest in Alice's vision led me to believe that it was near Isle Esme, or at least something similar to it because that's where my thoughts were…Edward?"
He looked at my dad questioningly. "You saw Alice's mind, and you've been to Isle Esme. Was it the same place, you think?"
"Yes." My dad muttered. His expression was hard.
"Hm." Grandpa Carlisle responded. "Alice has never had simultaneous visions like that. It can't be a coincident that I was thinking about Esme's island and then she has a vision like that."
There was a brief silence after Grandpa Carlisle's explanation. What he said made sense. And the fact that Aunt Alice's vision had to do with the same location as his thoughts, plus her ability to see me in her visions did sound a bit absurd. But when had seeing the future ever been considered normal?
"Isle Esme?" Jacob asked curiously. I wanted to repeat his question. For I too, had never heard of Isle Esme. Maybe all of this had to do with Grandma Esme?
My mother opened her mouth to answer Jacob, but couldn't. She had an embarrassed expression on her face. I'm sure if vampires could blush, then my mom would have been bright red. It was my father who answered Jacob.
"Where we honeymooned." He explained effortlessly.
"Where you guys…" Jacob's eyes darted to me, and his voice trailed off. Apparently he must have decided to mentally verbalize the rest of his question because he stared at my dad, who nodded stiffly.
Then Jacob's jaw dropped. My mom looked like she wanted to run away as far as possible—which she could.
"Erm…" Grandpa Carlisle cleared his throat, attempting to interrupt the awkward silence. "So…I have two suggestions: first, we should go to Isle Esme…the more information I can gather about Nessie, the better. And second, maybe if Alice comes, I can figure out how her vision is connected in all of this." He looked at my dad.
"Where is Isle Esme?" Jacob asked.
"Off the coast of Rio de Janeiro. It was a present for Esme." Grandpa Carlisle explained.
"You bought her an island?" Jacob was awestruck. "You're kidding, right?"
Grandpa Carlisle smiled warmly at him. "You tend to run out of gift ideas after a few centuries."
Jacob snorted, and rolled his eyes. But he didn't make a remark, as he normally would have done to my dad. He had this weird sort of reverence for Grandpa Carlisle. But then again, grandpa Carlisle was the oldest and first of the Cullen family. And kindest always just seemed to radiate from him.
My mother seemed to regain the power of speech, but barely. She looked at Aunt Alice, and then at Grandpa Carlisle, her words coming out all at once. "When are we going? How soon can we leave? When can you—"
"Bella." My dad put a pale finger up to her lips to silence her. "There are still a lot of things to consider, my love."
I still didn't understand. I reached out and touched my father, although he could already hear and see my thoughts. I replayed Grandpa Carlisle stating his suggestions. Is everyone coming with us? I wondered. I flashed images of my family—Aunt Alice and Rosalie; Uncle Japer and Emmett; and Grandma Esme—before his eyes.
"I don't know, honey, but we're going to find out." He replied.
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