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It had been two days since I had talked to Jasper. I didn't talk much. Everyone had noticed how I had been acting different, and they had put up with me. I loved them all, but something bad was going to happen. I didn't know how I knew; I just knew. It was kind of like Alice, but completely different at the same time. Alice could see what was going to happen. I just knew that something was going to happen. It wasn't a feeling, just something I knew.
I no longer thought something was going to happen because everything had been so perfect like from a dream, and that I didn't deserve it. I knew something was going to happen for reasons unknown to me. I still thought that I didn't deserve this wonderful family, but I didn't think that was the reason.
I wanted to just forget about what I knew, but it was a failed attempt. It was like a nagging sensation on the back of my mind. Every time a distraction came my way, there was another tug. Something was going to happen, it seemed to say. I wanted so badly to shake it, to push the feeling aside, but it never worked.
I was walking down the stairs wanting to play with Emmett, Edward, and Jasper. Fifth to the last stair. Fourth to the last stair. I could see the family sitting around the living room. They were all lost in there own thoughts. Third to last stair. Second. First. I tripped before I made it to flat ground. I hit the small table that was by the stairs causing the vase that was on it to wobble and fall to the ground beside me. It shattered and one of the little shards hit my arm. I was too shocked to cry.
Then I saw the red liquid ooze out around the piece of broken glass. Blood. Blood made me faint. But worse than my reaction to blood, was vampire's reaction to blood. The stinging in my arm was nothing compared to the realization that this was the beginning of the storm that I had been dreading.
A bone chilling snarl ripped me from my thoughts. I turned my head around so fast I almost got whip-lash. It had been Jasper who had made the fierce sound, but all the others looked like they were barely containing themselves. Jasper got ready to lunge, but Emmett and Edward went to hold him back.
Carlisle, the only one who had stayed calm, ordered everyone outside. Before Jasper could be towed outside I caught his eyes. They seemed to have so many conflicting emotions; a very painful internal battle. He caught my eyes and stopped struggling. That seemed to shock the others. "Bella, it's the storm, isn't it? But how did you know?" He asked.
"It's only the beginning, Jasper. I don't know how I knew, though. After that it was like I was watching the events from the side like I wasn't a part of this chaos. Jasper was taken outside, and everyone, besides Carlisle, followed him.
Carlisle seemed to no noticed that I was only there in body and not mind, and he didn't ask about mine and Jasper's exchange while he took me to the kitchen to clean up the small cut that had caused such a mess to take place. After that he went to clean up the mess.
I exited the kitchen and made my way upstairs without a word. Carlisle didn't try to stop me. For that, I was glad. I was terrified. Not of Jasper or vampires, or even of the storm that had just begun, but of myself. How had I known? Would I always be cursed with the power to know something bad was going to happen, and not be able to prevent it because I didn't know what it was?
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