Chapter 12
Alice POV
I was listening to Quinn mumble. She reminded me of Rosalie for a second. She then just went quiet, no sound she just lay there like she was sleeping, every once in a while she would have a melancholy smile, or just let out a sigh.
Then Derek came through the woods, he came up to us with a ghost of a smile,
"Sorry to disrupt, but I think I should take her home now, and try to wake her up, or at least get her off the ground." We all looked a little guilty, except for Rosalie who looked triumphant.
"Do want any help? I could go get her an animal so she can eat when she wakes up, and someone could take your car, and then someone can help you get her situated. We would like to help." Said Carlisle, he was very sincere; however I could tell he also wanted to see their house.
"Oh, okay," said Derek looking slightly tired. He picked up Quinn who hung limply in his arms. She looked so fragile in her true form, I mean I know I am tiny and all, but she was the same width as me only around five inches taller. We walked as a group towards their car, Carlisle going off with Emmet to get Quinn a fresh animal. Derek and Rosalie ran back to the Smiths house with Quinn, and Emmet and I took the Element.
"Well, should we call Edward and find out what she was thinking or should we try to solve it with the notes Carlisle got?" asked Emmet, I could tell he really wanted to know what was going on. I took out my phone in response to his question and dialed Edward's number (speed dial). He picked up on the first ring; I turned on speaker phone,
"Hello Alice," he said warily, he knew what I was going to ask him.
"Edward, would you like to tell us what that was about?" I asked in my most honey coated voice.
"Alice, I think you should ask her, it is a thing that if she wants you to know she will tell you, but I don't feel in a place where I could tell you." He said, carefully thinking his word choice, as to not make me mad. Too late, I was furious.
"EDWARD ANOTHONY MASON CULLEN! YOU WILL TELL ME RIGHT NOW WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED, OR I WILL PERSONALLY COME OVER THERE AND BURN YOUR PIANO AND MUSIC COLLECTION!" I knew it was low, but I needed to know. Emmet nodded in agreement.
"Man, she is serious, she made dents in their steering wheel, I would just tell her." Emmet said, leaning away from me.
"Fine, Alice, but if you repeat this I will burn your shoe collection and credit card, maybe I might even burn your closet!" he said, he knew how to play.
"Deal!" I said my mood lightening considerably. Edward told me the out line of the story, she was just having flashbacks, and remembering her childhood and how she got older, and her parents divorce, also her mothers abusiveness, her eating disorders, her teddy bear, her velvet duvet, her royal blue silk sheets, her wonderful car, her amount of money, her addictions, etc. he couldn't tell me everything because he left early.
When he was done, Emmet whistled under his breath. I just sat there thinking things through. We were at their house; we had been sitting there for a while. We both slowly got up and went up to the house from their spiral driveway with a marble fountain in the middle with heated water so it wouldn't freeze in the winter.
Their house was beautiful; it was about three stories high. It was an old house, it wasn't the symmetrical houses you see in the cute little magazines, it was a beautiful dark brick siding, and a charcoal roof. The house had white shutters that were carved to perfection. It had a big window overlooking a stream in the forest. The porch area and a large arch to present the double door entrance made of heavy wood that went perfectly with the brick. You could see a couple balconies on upper stories as you entered. The entrance hall was all wood, except the ceiling which was painted white; the walls were carved with precision of different vine designs and different stories that would forever be told in the grains of the wood. There was a rod iron and glass table that looked extremely expensive, even for me. There was a cozy lamp with a deep gold lamp shade on it. There was a little arm chair next to the table that was a dark red, with light blue flowers carefully stitched into it. Next to the door there was a shoe mat, and there was a coat hanger, we hung up or coats and took off our shoes. I looked to my right through a large archway; there was a large dark – washed wooden table with leather chairs around it. On it was gold plates at every place, and there was a gorgeous bouquet of red roses in a crystal vase in the center.
We went to the left, through another archway into the parlor next the wall that were on the exterior of the house, were all glass, there were exotic plants in the corners, beautiful flowers hanging, in the middle was a little table set that was almost positively a antique and there for look not for relaxation., we walked through another archway (they didn't really have any doors except for on their bedrooms) and into the family room, there were different couches, each with their own personality, each one accented with a throw pillow that tied them all together in a master piece. They had a ceramic, vase with eloquent details that was full of sunflower sized daisies, on a glass top center table. All the couches and loveseats and over grown chairs (it was a big room) each had their own cluster. The chairs were in the corners, with tall circular wooden tables, and there were about two couches and one loveseat that were in a semi – circle around that glass top center table. The opening of the circle was faced towards a grand fireplace that simply took my breath away. It was a monstrous sized carved stone master piece. There was a large TV on it, but it was made into the whole arrangement, there was an antique wooden frame around it, which made it look like a black covered picture. To complete the wondrous scene before Emmet and I, there was a large fire crackling in the fire place. I felt like I was being transported to a beautiful house that was maybe around a thousand years ago, it had a cozy cabin feel, yet there was order, like it was a place that whenever you entered, you immediately felt safe. The walls were a light, so it was almost white, blue, which just made it look like something you, would see in your dreams, and that it was impossible to grasp that it was real.
Emmet cleared his throat, and pointed to the grand staircase. "They're up there. You can get a tour later." We walked up the staircase; the steps were covered in a Victorian rug that felt soft beneath your feet. We came upon the first landing; it was a long hallway, with a light beige colored walls, and lights that illuminated it enough that you (if you were human) could see perfectly clearly. I heard footsteps behind us and turned to see Rosalie and Carlisle coming up behind us.
"They have a damn nice house, even compared to ours, Carlisle it's not fair." Rosalie whined.
"Do you know where they are?" Carlisle asked me, I nodded and kept walking, going up a second pair of stairs just like the first set.
"What do you think they use all these rooms for? They only have what…like five people in their family?" Emmet said looking stunned at the number of doors we have passed.
"Well Emmet, they probably have guest rooms, bath rooms, studys, offices, they may have an art studio, maybe a dance studio, who knows." Said Carlisle, rambling on, we reached a turn in the hallway, we turned and we saw a large rot iron spiral staircase.
"If I were human, I would be getting a workout climbing all these stairs." Said Rosalie, hopping onto Emmets back, so he can just carry her up the steps,
"I wonder if she's up yet," I said thinking. We reached the top of the stairs in little to no time (we are vampires after all).
Rosalie POV
I couldn't believe it, sure they had a lot of stairs but these people's house was amazing. I had to work hard to keep being cynical; if I wasn't careful I might start liking this family. We reached, the room where Quinn and the rest of them were, and I immediately knew this was Quinn's room. The walls were a baby blue; they were all at different angles with large pictures that an art collector would give an arm and a leg for. She had a sheep skin area rug in the middle of her floor. She had a couple shelves stocked with different stereos, books, and more stereos. On another wall, she had a couple black and whites of her and her family, one was of just her, it was a serious shot, it made her look like a high - class super model (I might have felt a little jealous). There was one of her and of Colette and another vampire, who looked strangely familiar, they were making funny poses and faces, it was clear it was a "silly" shot, but they all looked like they were in a magazine advertising friendship, or some crap like that. Then there was a third one of the entire family. It was taken in the mountains, all of them were there, except there mother, but there was still that other eerily familiar vampire in it. I could see she had her own closet and bathroom, but I figured I would look at those later, maybe with her permission even.
Quinn was lying on a gigantic couch, designer obviously, with carved wooden legs, she had a nice heated blanket around her, her head was on a pillow; she looked so peaceful. Then she started to stir.
