Chapter 6

BPOV

I walked slowly behind Alice, my eyes flickering between the wooden doors that lined the halls. I paused by one of the few open ones and looked through the doorway.

I blinked in surprise when I saw the vibrant red color of the walls and the dark black comforter that was thrown haphazardly over the hastily made sheets over a humongous king size bed. From the few slivers of fabric that showed through the comforter, I could see that the sheets were a red color that was just a shade darker than the scarlet walls. A large wardrobe made of ebony wood was placed against one of the long walls on the left side of the bed, its dark shadow partially hiding a matching vanity piled high with makeup. On the other side of the giant bed, a huge dart board had been mounted on the walls, its surface plastered with pictures of the Spanish and Biology teachers.

"That is Rosalie and Emmett's bedroom," Alice murmured in my ear.

I turned towards her, my eyebrows raised skeptically. My eyes flickered back to the pictures of the teachers, a small smile twisting my lips.

"Emmett hates Spanish and Biology," Alice whispered, her voice shaking with barely concealed laughter. "They are the only subjects that Edward and Jazz constantly surpass him in. All three of them are equal in the other subjects."

My smile widened and I turned away from the room.

"Funny," I murmured. "I happen to like Biology."

Alice snorted and took my hand. She dragged me down the hall to another room which had the door closed. She opened it and pulled me in.

"This is Jasper and I's room," she said triumphantly.

I looked around at the tasteful moss green and gold walls, my gaze falling on the neatly made queen sized bed with the light sage sheets that peeked shyly above the lilac comforter. Just like in Rosalie's room, a vanity was placed at one end of the room, although this one was made of lighter wood than the one in Rosalie's room, and there was no wardrobe in sight. Low bedside tables were placed at either end of the bed. One of them, a dusty oak table covered with the remains of a grey wool cloth, had two picture frames placed at opposite ends of the surface: one of them, a black-and-white photo in a faded silver frame, showed a family of four gathered together in a formal pose. One of the four, a tall man in a Confederate uniform, looked an awful lot like Jasper. The other picture frame showed a large color photograph of Alice and Jasper holding each other, their mouths curved into twin smiles of pure joy.

The other bedside table was made of the same wood as the vanity. Its surface was covered by a small silk cloth and a photo identical to the one of Jasper and Alice that was on the other bedside table. A small gold bracelet lay coiled beside the photo, its delicate chain carefully placed on the silk fabric.

I turned away from the tables to see Alice watching me, her gaze intent.

"The second photo on the bedside table is of Jasper's family," she murmured, answering my future question. "The bracelet is the only thing I have left of mine."

I felt my face burn slightly with the memory of a blush and I looked down at the floor.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"It's okay," Alice replied casually. "I don't remember them at all. I… don't remember anything from my human life."

I frowned and felt a small stab of pity. I knew how hard it was to hold onto human memories; my own memories of Charlie had dimmed so much that I could barely picture his face, and my memories of Michael were only kept alive by the insufferable Mike Newton. My only clear memories were of the vampire who had changed me… and of Edward.

"No wardrobe?" I asked, trying to find a change of subject.

Alice laughed lightly and opened a door that stood beside the vanity. I felt my mouth fall open as she dragged me into the enormous walk-in closet that was lined on all sides by clothes and shoes that seemed to have just come off of the catwalks in Paris.

"Um… wow?" I said weakly.

Alice laughed again at my expression.

"They're not all mine, of course," she said dismissively. "Some of these are Jaspers."

"Which ones?" I muttered, glancing again at the clothes. As far as I could tell, they were all made for girls…

Alice pushed aside a curtain of cocktail dressed to reveal another part of the closet that was filled to the max with stylish men's clothes.

"Aw," I said under my breath, wondering if I should feel ashamed or not. This closet was twice the size of my apartment; not to mention to fact that I was clueless when it came to fashion. As long as jeans and hoodies were in style, I would be fine. Apparently, the rule didn't apply to Alice.

Alice laughed again at my expression and tugged at my arm again.

"Come on," she whispered. "There's one more room I need you to see."

I followed her, feeling a vague sense of curiosity. Alice paused in front of a dark wood door and turned around to face me.

"Close your eyes," she said, sounding mischievous.

I did so, wondering if I should be afraid. After all, I barely knew Edward's sister. For all I knew, she could be about to lock me in a closet of doom or something like that.

I heard the door open with a soft click and felt Alice's hand press against my back as she pushed me gently inside. I stepped inside of the room slowly, knowing for certain that Alice would see me open my eyes before I even decided to do it, no matter how curious I was.

"Okay," Alice's voice said softly in my ear. "You can look now."

I opened my eyes and gasped quietly.

The walls in the room were a deep dusky gold that matched the butterscotch color of the Cullens' eyes. A whole side of the room was covered with shelves of CDs that ranged from as retro as the early twenties to as modern as the latest Usher CD. I even saw a large pile of classical music like Debussy and Bach that took up the entire right side of the shelves. On the other side of the room, a large leather couch was pressed up against the wall, its armrest brushing against the edges of an extremely high-tech stereo set. A small black dresser was squeezed into another corner of the room, its surface covered with pictures. I smiled at the color photos of the Cullens smiling and laughing together, feeling my eyes burn when I saw the picture of Alice pulling Edward into a photo of her and Jasper in front of an off-white house that looked surprisingly like the one that I was in now. I froze when I saw a single black-and-white photo tucked lovingly into the corner of the dresser. The photo showed a small woman with dark hair piled into soft ringlets on the top of her head, her lips curved into a shy smile as she looked at the camera. I felt my eyes burn and I turned away, careful to keep my expression from Alice. She saw it anyways; there was no hiding things from Alice.

She cleared her throat quietly and backed out of the room.

"I'll leave you here for a few moments," she whispered. "Come down to the living room when you're done here, okay? I think Edward wanted to show you something."

I nodded, my gaze still fixed on the small photograph. I remembered with agonizing clarity the day that I had gotten that picture taken; Edward and Charlie had forced me to have it taken the day of my seventeenth birthday so that I could 'capture the moment forever'. Edward had later taken the photograph at my insistence when we had started courting. I hadn't realized that he had kept it.

I turned hastily away from the photo and walked around the room slowly, my hands gliding gently across the rows of classical CDs. There was a lot of Debussy there. I smiled, remembering that the composer had been his favorite since he was fifteen.

I walked out of the room after a few minutes, being careful not to disturb anything. I walked slowly down the hallway, glancing once more at the open door of Rosalie's room with a small smile. I stopped outside of another door that had remained open during my tour, feeling curiosity build inside of me when I heard Carlisle's voice coming from inside.

Trying to ignore the guilt I felt at poking around in rooms that I hadn't seen yet, I peeked through the door, looking with interest at the paintings that lined the walls. Then I froze.

A large painting of the Volturi hung on the wall opposite me, their red eyes glaring down at me with contempt. In the far corner of the painting, was Carlisle.

I stumbled out of the doorway, feeling shock course through me in waves. I whirled around and nearly ran into Alice, who was standing in front of me with wide, blank eyes.

"He's coming soon," she whispered in a flat, hollow voice.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight! All of the credit belongs to Stephanie Meyer! Sorry for the delay, guys, things are getting very busy on the home front. ;) Also, I will be away until Sunday night, so please be patient, alright? I'll update as soon as I can.

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-Luxio Nyx