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Like a Diamond in the Sun.
Part Eleven
Dreams weren't things that accomplished anything and Sabriel was one to know it. Her "dream" was to marry Brad Pitt and own a million dollar mansion with her favorite black poodle, named Charley, and no housework ever. Dreams never got her anywhere, so why have them anyway.
Another's Point of View
I had opened my mouth and was inches from spilling what I am, what we are, why we were here, and the spiel on my parents when Alice suddenly popped into my head. She was thinking her thoughts so hard, they were a burst of sudden screaming right where it hurt most and all I had to hear was "spilled blood" and "Jack" and I was out of there before I could say "Bye! I'm a vampire destined to ruin your life and oh yeah I'm a hundred and six years old."
If there was one thing that I knew so far about Sabriel, it was that I knew she hated being left out in the dark. I knew that the longer I put it off, the more I suffocated her, but how could I just neatly spell it all out for her. That she was a mere human, but her attraction was unbelievable. That she smelled of something I can't really place my finger on. How could I tell her what I am? All I could think about was her safety and the need to keep my family's secret and that, along with Alice's finely timed message, is what jet propelled me out of that room.
Normal Point of View
"George?" Sabriel called out, slamming the door in her wake.
"Sabriel." George stated from the living room, directly to her left, looking irritated that she comes in kicking and screaming.
"I'm back."
"And early;what did you do?"
"I didn't do a thing. It was all Edward. Why didn't you warn me?"
"I warned you. I said 'You're not interested in this boy are you?' That was warning enough." Sabriel let a smile drift to her lips.
"I guess you did warn me,…Dad." And on that note, Sabriel bounded into her room leaving a very pleased George Swift behind. He knew this may be a tale-tell sign that his daughter was bipolar, but he really didn't care. If this meant no boys and that he had his daughter all to his self then so be it.
After a relaxing shower in which Sabriel talked herself out of Edward, she collapsed onto her bed, still in towel.
"You're making the right choice, Sabe. Just keep telling your self that. You've known him not even a week and he has been nothing but bad news. Just because he is insanely good-looking, at times chivalrous, and a personality that mirrors your own, it doesn't mean a thing.
Thanks to Sabriel's 'thinking out loud", Edward heard the whole rundown of the new situation. Between "completely blocking him out" if he tries to speak to her and "eliminating all would be and could be traces of Edward in everyday life" Edward should have been happy. Of course, right when he needs her to stay away she does. When the right thing for her to do is to distance herself from him and is family like the rest of the human population does, so she's doing it. Why doesn't he feel relieved, then? Happy that she is, for once, doing the correct thing?
Could it be his ridiculous feelings surfacing? He was feeling the urge to be the old man peeping tom, but he wanted to wipe the all-knowing smirk right off Alice's face. At the thought of Alice, his blood ran cold, or so someone would say. Her little tantrum in his head from earlier sent him into a frenzy, but when he arrived home. Everything was as it should be and Alice was sitting neatly in her room, crocheting with Rosalie. Yes, crocheting. Something that shouldn't be done in a time of crisis like he was led to believe.
"What is going on??!!" Edward bellowed ,"Where is Jack? What happened!?" Alice demurely glanced up and back down.
"Oh, nothing happened. I was just saving you." Alice replied nonchalantly.
"What?" Edward said, all emotion stripped of his face and tone.
"I knew about Jack because I saw the whole scenario before it happened, obviously, but I saw that it had a somewhat neutral outcome. But then when it was followed by a vision of you spilling the beans, it wasn't so neutral. Thankfully, in the vision was a shot at the clock. A neat timeline stating the current time as 11:15 A.M. and the time in the vision as 12:00 sharp, I knew when I needed to invade your thoughts with mine and, well quite frankly, save you. And us. I suppose." Alice finished off nicely and then squeaked and leaned over and showed Rosalie the nice row of stitching she had completed. Rosalie grunted in approval and shoved her crocheting to the floor, neither of them paying much attention to Edward whose jaw had dropped to the floor. This was way too much.
