Stephenie Meyers owns Twilight. I would just like to say thank you for all my readers. So I know a few of you are confused. Don't fret! All will be explain you guys know I wouldn't leave you hanging! Thank you for the great comments to me coming back!
The things I have done are unspeakable for some, but what mattered are the things that I will do. History repeats itself but am I smart enough to handle it better the second time around? Are any of us equipped to intervene history? Must we all fall to our sins as humans and never learn? I have done it before I know I can do it once more. Reaching into my pocket I grab my phone dialing a number that the tips of my fingers have memorize. "Hello? Bella," echoes into my ear.
"So tell me how you are feeling today?" I click the end of a pen prepping myself to write on a clipboard.
"I feel the same like I do everyday."
"Sounds like you are wheezing more." I put down the board to replace it with my stethoscope. I take a moment to listen through the device.
"It is not like it matters. I am dying anyways. My heart can't handle things anymore, but what about your heart?"
"My heart hasn't arrived yet." I wrap the stethoscope back around my neck.
"Still! That girl is going to miss out."
Picking up the clipboard I glance at the basic information: Abby Careny, female, age twenty, parents are deceased, single, lives alone, and she is dying. She needs a heart transplant and has been on the list since her late teens. She also knows I have called Alice begging her to join me here in Seattle. I am still waiting to see her to arrive. I keep Abby up today on my life it lets her focus on other things besides for her imminent death.
I stuff the pen back into my white lab coat pocket. "Abby let's put the oxygen back on." I walk over to her patting her hand. "Maybe I am the one missing out? I was the one who left after all."
Abby place the oxygen back up to her nose. "For a better job you had to," she takes a breath between each word. "You should call her."
"Maybe I'll think about it. How about we focus on finding you a heart."
At the end of my shift I traded my grey scrubs for my regular street clothes. Faded blue jeans and a simple tee. After racing home I flip my keys out trying to find the right while trekking up the stairs. Pushing the door aside I see that my office door is cracked open. I didn't leave it like that this morning.
I peeked through the crack to see someone sitting on my desk looking up to the world map that I had treasured so long ago. It told a story and it became a part of me I couldn't bear to throw it away.
"You smell just as good as ever…Bella."
I pushed the door open even further. "It is Isabella now my dear Mary Alice." I took a step closer to her. I could feel my body pull towards her as if a magnet seeking its counter part.
"I could say the same. I'm Alice not Mary Alice." Her hand quickly braced my skin as she took hold pulling me in between her legs. Trapping me there I had no place to run. Hesitation crawled all over her face. "I'm happy that you called. I was getting worried."
"Worried about what? That I would carelessly throw away what I have spent my whole damn life on? I would lose my soul for you."
The ice cold skin of hers teased my senses as she pulled me all the way up against her stonewalls like of a body. All fear was lost in these last three seconds. Two magnets collide locking into each other our lips explored what was theirs.
Alice was the first to break their attention. "You didn't have to leave you know."
"Not this again." I pace myself away from the love of my life. "I told you I can not just reappear in Bella parent's life. I can not destroy their lives more than once."
"I can understand that. We move from towns all the time. We don't age and it catches up to us."
"I know you understand leaving but you don't feel the weight of needing closure."
"You didn't have to leave still. We would have figured it out Isabella."
"Do you mean stay locked up in that glass house of yours? While hateful eyes glare me down from the copper tone haired mind reader. He hates me for trapping his mate in this meat locker." I turn around disgusted with myself.
"You were trying to help someone else out."
I quickly spin around closing space between us. "No my dear Alice." My finger presses against her plump light rose lips. "These are the lessons to be learned in life. There will always be sadness, bad actions, and horrible events. In all of them there are some goodness. It may be short lived but it is stronger than the rest of them. Life is what you make of it. Continue or fall the choice is yours but life it goes on."
Our eyes watched each other waiting for the moment to speak. I decided to go on, "I would never trap a soul to be with me forever. It wears down after awhile. I don't know if they reap themselves if closure never follows but I am not going to find out the hard way. I am here to give your brother closure. Most of all to give way to Bella to go home."
"And how are you going to accomplish this? Heading in Seattle waiting for the next hundreds years to pass you by?"
"I'll show you here in due time. I have a plan my dear Alice. I just might need your help this time around."
The following day I woke up in my queen size bed. I could feel an absence in the air. I rolled over patting the bed next to me hoping to grab a hold of something. I forced my eyes to open letting a sigh out accepting the fact that once again I am alone.
I threw the heavy blanket off my legs propelling myself forward out of the bedroom. My finger ran through my hair as a yawn escaped my mouth. I looked around the living quarters to find the space empty just like before.
I pushed forward as I noticed the office door is open once again. Alice is intrigued with the world map on the wall. I watch as her delicate pale boney fingers graze against the red yarn tied down to the pushpins.
Crossing my arms I announce my presence, "Those are the distance I have traveled to find you."
She kept her eyes on the map as she answers, "All the pushpins are different colors, and so many yarn is connected."
"The different colors are related to years. The yarn represent where I have directly moved location to location and you were not there."
"Did you really look in all of these places?" Alice turns around looking at me for the first time of the day. Her golden eyes shifted to a darker tone.
"Do you need to feed?"
"No you just need to either put on pants or take the rest of your clothes off."
Surprised by her answer I dumbly look down to see what I was wearing. A tank top and panties seem to please her mood. "Why don't you make the decision for me."
She moved faster than my eyes could register. Her strength is remarkable the way she picked me up with one hand. With her free one she cleared off my office desk before laying me down. "Are you sure you want me to have that power?"
Her eyes were dark and her lips were inviting. The cold from her touch were starting to seep through my thin tank top. My nipples were telling Alice my answer. Like the predator she is as she closes in on me. Toying with me her teeth scraps against my bottom lip driving me wild. The cold touch explodes as her hand lands underneath my tank top. The cold burns down as her hand travels farther south. My breath escapes flowing into her waiting mouth as she enjoys the view of watching me squirm.
The tips of her fingers breach the lines of my panties. Slithering down like a snake, her fingers traveling past my mounds going straight for the treasure. Shaking I force the words out, "are you sure about moving this fast?"
"I am so tired of waiting." Her lip crashes down against mine. I can feed off of the hunger in her. Her lips attach to mine only allowing a couple of seconds to let air to reach my lungs. Alice's fingers found my clit with ease. The sensation over loaded my nerves forcing my hands to lock into Alice's hair behind her head. With each full filling stroke my grip grew stronger. My stomach tightens up as I waited to feel her inside of me.
Her fingers were no longer cold for they had heated up. A slight temperature difference still sent a shiver down my spine, a hitched in my breath, and wetness in my panties. Alice's fingers played around slowly hinting the depth she was willing to go. My lips leave hers as it kisses a trail up her neck to her ears as I rasp out, "please. Please baby."
The build up was driving me insane forcing me to thrust up to try and meet Alice's hand. She pulls back up grazing against my clit rocking sensation through my body once again. "You have work my love. After we can do this the right way." She with drawls her hands from my panties making me whimper.
I ran the information in my head just like making rounds. Abby Careny, female, age twenty, parents are deceased, single, lives alone, and she is dying. She needs a heart.
"Hello Abby, how do you feel today?" I glance out the window watching Alice watching me. I know the hospital job threw a screwball at her. For all I know maybe she thought I was leaning towards a life like Carlisle's.
"Short of breath. Hungry. I hate hospitals. I want to go home."
"Hopefully here soon you can." I smile playing the game that we all play. Put aside emotions and stay hidden.
"Enough about my heart. How about yours?"
"Funny thing actually, she showed up."
"What! Seriously and I haven't met her yet. Explain!"
I push open the glass door to invite Alice in. "Alice," my hand guided her as it rested on the small of her back. "This is Abby, my star patient." I smile between the two girls. "Abby this is Alice, my heart."
"It is nice to finally meet you. Excuse me for the short sentences. I kind of have a dying heart. It is weak and all. I hear you make Dr. Whitmore's heart swoon too. "
Alice's eyes were wide-open alert as if she was seeking an escape plan. They land on me as she squints trying to let me know how awkward she felt in the situation. "Hopefully only good things. Can you excuse us for one second?"
Alice leads me out into the hallway. She makes sure to shut the door as she speaks low and near me. "Is this your plan?"
"For the most part yes. Now just let me explain all the details to you."
"This is not closure Isabella. This is murder what you are talking about!"