Alice moved slowly through the crowds of bustling people. She always hated airports, mainly because she knew Jasper was always resisting the hardest then.
Anything that pained Jasper pained her even more. She loved him too much to have it any of way. She also knew that it was the same with Edward and Bella. The only difference was that Edward was a little too masochistic for his own good, so he could separate the two of them just because he believed it would help Bella in the end.
Currently, Alice's theory was that she killed herself. Though, being a danger magnet, that was probably not extremely likely. For all she knew, the poor girl could've tripped on stairs, broken her neck and died. Then again, she might've fallen off a cliff... or tripped and landed on some random knife or other object, killing her.
With Bella's klutziness and miserable luck, anything was possible really. It was only a matter of what happened first and if Edward was there to stop it.
'Of course,' she reminded herself bitterly, 'He wouldn't have been there'
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It was four or five in the morning and she found herself bored of randomly fantasizing, reading whatever unintelligible comic book or perplexing novels that lay around. The TV proved to be a failing cause, seeing as nothing but 'Nick at Night' and other oldies seemed to be playing...
Well, Adult Swim proved to be not like the others, rather a little disturbing for her tastes.
She sighed, swinging her legs off the couch she was sprawled across, her body followed. As she hit the kitchen, her mind drew a blank on what to do.
Swaggering slightly over to the cabinet, she started to push things aside as she looked for food to cook. Withdrawing several pans, three boxes of macaroni and cheese, and a box of pancake mix, she decided that would be a good start.
To make a full breakfast for the boys would take hours, so she always started early. They ate wildly; huge amounts of food could be gone in split seconds with their unnatural (yet explainable) speed.
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His chest throbbed, lungs pressing against his sore ribs before deflating. Edward mumbled a small curse as he walked closer to the house looming ahead of him.
Esme was already outside, waiting for him, when he arrived. Sighing, he let her envelope her in a hug.
"Stop being so... masochistic" she whispered, concern flooding through her words.
"I... can't?" he replied meekly.
Shaking her head, she ushered him inside. "Don't give me senseless excuses. You love her, and are going to be drawn back to her eventually"
"Phoenixes never truly die, they 'die' and then are reborn. Love is like that everlasting Phoenix" I told my mother once.
She only snorted at me, "No honey, love sucks, life sucks, then you die"
I later realized how ignorant I was back then, and how true her words were.
Now though, I come upon a displeasing relevance. Vampires never die...
