As promised, some more from Alice's POV, with hints as to why she was abandoned.

So, read on...


Alice POV

I took in a deep, unnecessary breath. Vampires had no need of breathing (mostly because our cells didn't need the oxygen to survive- handy in most situations), so the action was useless, and only served to calm me. It didn't even do that very well. I was about to look into the future of my love, who I had abandoned, who I had basically destroyed, and I was nervous.

I closed my eyes, letting my senses disappear as I sought the future. I wasn't used to searching through her future any more. I had been going through pains to avoid looking their. I knew that it would serve no purpose. It would only serve to hurt me more. But I had to know. It was killing me, not to know.

The darkness in my head started to recede, and I saw a fuzzy picture of Rosalie start to emerge. She was sitting on a tree, staring silently at a baby. From the description, I knew it to be Isabella. I felt a pang of jealousy shoot through me. This was the baby who had stolen my Rosalie. But she made my Rosalie happy, and that was all thatmattered. Without her, my Rose would be dead.

Rosalie's eyes were dead black. There was not even the slightest tint of gold or red to them. Pure, jet black. I had only once seen eyes that colour. Edward's eyes had been that colour, when he had first inhaled Emily's scent. And Edward hadn't hunted for over a week. Rosalie's were even darker than that, if possible. How long since Rosalie had hunted last? Weeks? A month?

She was silent, unmoving. I had seen vampires sit that still before, I had sat that still myself, but Rosalie seemed to be trying to put them to shame. Even the small tremors of the branch beneath her, as it vibrated due to the wind, didn't move her at all. She sat absolutely still.

Upstairs, Rosalie seemed to hear Renee move cloer to her. She clenched her fists tighter, as if straining not to move. Her eyes remained the same, but if it were possible, I thought they would have gone darker. Was my Rosalie having a hard time fighting her bloodlust? Even that small piece of knowledge made me want to go to her now. Only the knowledge that Rose would die, along with most of the population of Forks, stopped me.

The need was almost overwhelming me. It had been years since I had seen my Rosalie, years since I had heard her beautiful voice say my name. I needed her so desperately right now that it hurt. There was a sharp, throbbing pain where my heart lay unbeating.

Rosalie POV

Renee was tossing and turning now, sending large waves of her scent towards me. It was so hard to reist. I could hear the blood sloshing through her, smell the tantalizing scent. It was torture of the worst kind. Nothing could compare to this. Not evenn the pain of my turning.

The flames in my throat, the horrible, delicious flames, were telling me to go for her throat. No, they were screaming at me, pushing me forwards with the force of a cement truck. A cement truck goin at two hundred miles an hour. Nothing to be laughed at.

If I hadn't locked myself in this position, if I hadn't been forcibly stopping myself, focusing half my mind on not moving, I thought Renee would be dead. There would be nothing to stop me from taking my Isabella, stealing her away so that no-one else could ever touch her.

By far the worst thing every day, the most challenging thing anyone had ever done, was talking to Renee every morning. She would be prancing around, doing every single thing she could possibly do to distact me, sending monsoons of desire for her blood coursing through me. At those moments, there was nothing I wanted more than to kill the woman. Except Isabella.

At those times, I was listening only to the point that Renee- a mere human- could tell I was distracted. I would focus on the one sound that could calm me theese days; little Isabella's heartbeat. It still made the same bleak hunger as always rise up in me, bu I could focus in the happiness I felt when Isabella breathed. The vital, reassuring sound of life.

Renee was sending Isabella to pre-school Friday next week. I had to get some semblance of control before then. So many hearts, doxen of them, frnatically beating as they ran and played and exercised. It would drive me to distraction if I didn't, and most, if not all, of the children would die.

Approximately six hours of this torture left. Six hours. Renee would wake up at five in the morning, sure as I loved Isabella. She woke up at exactly five every day. There was no exceptions, in the six months I had known her to do this. No exceptions. None.

Hopefully, the children wouldn't smell as good as Isabella and Renee did. Renee might not sing to me, but after a month of this self-imposed torture, I was beginning to appreciate every subtle nuance in her scent. She smelled simply... mouth-watering. The scent was growing on me. At the level it was currently on, I knew even Carlisle would be making tiny slips.

I closed my eyes, not willing to stare any more. The more I stared, the more flaws I was noticing in the building. It would be so easy to punch through that spot in the wall, right above Isabella's window. I would be able to take her, spirit her away, keep her as my own. We would be together forever, then.

Oh, yes. I was no longer the angel that Edward had known. I was no longer even the fallen angel that Renee had come to know. I was worse than that, now. I was a lunatic, a depraved monster. Almost. I was still sane. But this angel had fallen almost as far as possible. All I needed was one warm drop of human blood, and I would have sunk to the very bottom. I would then be, truly, a fallen angel. A devil bad enough to make Christ himself quail.


God, I suck at analogies...

The chapters in this story aren't very long, are they? But this one is approaching 10,000 words...

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