This chapter skips around with the timeline... just a little bit. Alice's POV starts about a minute BEFORE Rosalie;s, and then Rosalie's second starts ten minutes after that. Sorry, but I had to make it work.
Rosalie POV
If I was still human, there would be pools of sweat underneath me. Alec was holding a lit match next to my arm, and there were two vampires holding me up. Their arms were pinning both my arms and my legs absolutely still, making me unable to move at all. The flame had burned about halfway down the stick now, beginning to grow dangerously close to my arm.
I was tempted to just beg for mercy, but that was exactly what Alec wanted. If I broke now, if I gave just the slightest bit of ground, then he would use it against me later. I knew, with a certainty that made me want to spew, that Alec was planning on breaking me to his will. The Volturi guard member wasn't used to people defying him, so it would have come as a shock to find someone who wouldn't do as he said.
The flame was close enough for me to want to flinch away from the heat now. I didn't have long before he managed to burn my arm; there was maybe five seconds before the flames would touch my skin. And, from there, it would race over my body, acting as if there was an accellerant. I might never be able to use this arm again.
He reached behind him, moving with inhuman speed. From behind him, he pulled out a cloth. When he placed it over my arm, just below where the vampire was holding me, I felt drops of water sliding down my arm. I wanted nothing more than to just close my eyes, but there was no way I was giving him that pleasure.
Alice POV
Looking up at the sky, I swore. The stars were almost exactly as I had predicted they would be when Alec had lit the match in my vision. Rosalie's arm would be burned in less than a minute, and even at the speeds I was travelling, I still had at least five minutes before I could reach them.
I closed my eyes, cursing bitterly. I reopened them less than a second later, wishing that I had never told Carlisle about my visions. That was what had started all of this. Now, of course, when I looked ahead in Rosalie's future- skipping the next hour- I saw no trace of the future I had foreseen.
At the time, it had seemed to be dreadfully important. Looking ahead, I had seen the same thing thousands of time, no matter what I swore to do; myself confessing to Rosalie, Rosalie turning me down, me killing her little baby, Rosalie going mad with grief and slaughtering hundreds of innocents. I had sworn to myself to do thousands of things differently, but in the end, it all happened anyway.
Now, I could see just how many years it would take for Rosalie to get back just a hint of normalcy. Isabella would be in school before she recovered, able to write her name. Able to add numbers together up to eighteen- although numbers over ten would confuse her. My Rosalie would miss some of the most important stages in her love's life, and all because something happened. Something that I didn't know.
Somewhere behind me, Jasper was following. He had had to wait and borrow a different motorbike; and Jasper's was the fastest. She had about a minute on him. The man thought that he could bring me home without me seeing Rosie. If he did catch me, yelling at him would work.
I turned the bike's wheel slightly to the left, taking a corner so hard that people had to dive out of
my way. The cops would be after me soon; I'd have to ditch the bike.
Rosalie POV
He unwrapped the fire blanket from my arm again. My arm was a charred stick by this time, yet every time he touched another match to it, flames raced up. He was down to the fifth wet rag now. My arm would never heal.
"You know what you can do to make me stop," he smirked, pulling out another match. This box was nearly empty, but he had more in his pocket. This could go on for another hour, and the pain was already intense, after just five minutes. Much more of this, and I would break. I tried to shake my head. It was feeble, but he got the message.
"Very well," he shrugged. I watched fearfully as he lit another match.
Jesus, it's hard to keep this fic T-rated. But if it was M-rated, some of you would probably go and vomit after reading it, wouldn't yas?
Anyway... Read and review. That's all I've got to say.
